#imma just drop it and run lmao

[probablyahazard]

Tagged by @nuclear-cowboy my beloved to do 15 questions, 15 mutuals so here we go

Were you named after anyone? My first name is stolen from a dnd character and a podcast character. My middle name is veeeery technically from a kpop idol? (its an english name tho, latin origin) a friend called me by his name as a joke once. I proceeded to ignore the massive amount of gender euphoria it gave me for like a year in a half. But the name means lucky so I was like 'ha yeah I'll keep it'

When was the last time cried? Idk dude like 24 hours ago? will probably cry later tho. I cry a lot.

Do you have kids? Ha, fuck no. I'm a baby. Also for other......reasons.

Do you use sarcasm alot? Yes? I think? Enough that people used to comment on how sarcastic I was?

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Is it cheating if I just say vibes? idk if i had to hazard (ha) a guess I'd say like either the way they carry themselves or how much they speak.

What’s your eye colour? Brown but like deep brown almost black looking brown type shit.

Any special talents? I'm one of those bitches who's just super good at memorizing quotes. is it practically useful? no. But it's fun. I memorize whole movies for funsies.

Scary movies or happy endings? Both? It depends on my mood? As a kid i was very into scary movies but as I get older and the world happens I appreciate happy endings more which.....ahhh.... ya know?

Where were you born? Aotearoa

What are your hobbies? Reading (so much fucking reading), drawing, writing, dnd and dming (tho that actually happens once in a blue moon), imagining little scenarios. idk dude existing

Do you have any pets? Not currently, I used to have a cat.

What sports do you play/have played? I did fencing for like 5 years, that was my main thing. Idk not really a sports person. as a kid I did miniball, touch rugby, and gym but not of those ever stuck. I always wanted to play football (soccer not the other one) but eh.

How tall are you? short.... (*whispers* like 5'1)

Favourite subject in school? Classics my beloved <3333 also drama and english. and like in theory I liked the content for my art history class but I hated the way we were taught so

Dream job? I do not dream of labor. also I have a lot of fears about not being able to hold a full time job without destroying myself for...Reasons. But like hypothetically I'd love to be a classicist or a graphic designer. or an actor but like ahhhh no.

Tagging the mutuals, sorry. This is probably not like 15 and obviously you don’t have to do this, it’s chill if you just ignore this. anyways, ur all really cool and I hope ur having a good day <3

@ghostgrrll @badfaithbanana @raemae-15 @nightlynymph @watermelon-converse @coffeeshopghost @future-banned-book-recipient @confused-wizard @angelic-flower-universe @merriweather-underground

[melinoelliones]

Meliodas - NSFW ALPHABET

Imma probably do this with a few of the SDS’s characters but imma start with my man <3 If you have any requests drop them in my inbox or comment!! 

Our opinions may be different so don’t jump me LMAO! There are x Fem Reader and X GN Reader

This has been queued for Saturday the 3rd of June n I’ve never done this queue thing before so I pray it works. I am currently super sick from con so bare with me ya’ll.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Meliodas is veryyy touchy feely as we know so he defo wants to be close to you. Probably wraps you up in a blanket and holds you as close to him as physically possible. Wants to make sure you are comfy and feelin okay. Covers you with kisses and tells you how well you did and he’s proud of you. If you’re not too tired he’d defo run you a bath and help bathe you, making sure to be super gentle with you.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on himself is probably his torso and above. He’s got an impressive set of muscles so I can see him showin em off now and then. Probably loves to show you how easily he can move you wink wink

His favourite body part of yours would be chest, ass and thighs. We all know he’s a titty person but I know for a FACT he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have his head between your thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I wanna say he’d love to see it on that pretty face of yours along with in your mouth. Seeing it drip down the sides of your mouth as you attempt to take every drop.

I also think on your breasts, seeing it run down them is a sight he’d never want to forget.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Barely a secret but he loves to fuck you in public, especially in risky places. Like during rush hour at the Boar Hat he slips you into the closet downstairs, or he’ll have you standing behind the bar while he eats you out on his knees, you struggling to take orders as he does it. Defo likes to play with you under the table at the Sins meeting too, 98% sure everyone knows what he’s doing but acts oblivious. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

You was his first and vice versa. He defo knows what he’s doing and is always down for experimenting.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Reverse cowgirl is one of them, he loves to see himself sliding in and out of you along with your ass

Us riding him, he’s a tits guy so having them bounce in his face while you’re taking him all in is like a 2 in one. Bonus points if he gets one in his mouth, he loves to suck on them while you struggle to keep going.

Doggy, especially after a rough day. He wants nothing more than to see how you moan and tear up as he pounds into you with absolutely zero remorse. Seeing how you desperately cry out for him to be rougher with you is a sight to see

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Helloooo its Meliodas we are talking about. It wouldn’t be Meli if he didn’t crack a joke here and there. Loves to make you laugh regardless so if he can while fucking you why wouldn’t he?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I will die on this hill but I think he keeps himself trimmed pretty good! He ain’t naked or anything but keeps it nice. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends. Most of the time he’s superrrr intimate, showering you will kisses and sweet talking you. But other times not so much but there is a BALANCE!! He will always show you a sweet side though, even during the roughest of sessions.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He can defo jack off to just the thought of you alone. I don’t wanna say its often as he’s around you 24/7 and would prefer to do it with you/in you than alone, but if he’s super pent up then aye, gotta do what ya gotta do. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

THIS IS MY OPINION BUT

Breeding kink for sure. Dude wants nothing more than to breed you, to fill you up to the brim and see you pregnant. The thought of you holding his child is one that sits in his mind constantly.

Dumbification, fucking you till you can’t even form a thought in your mind. The only thing you can do is cry out for more of him. 

Restraints, this is pretty canon anyway but yeah. He loves to be tied up while you get full control to do whatever you please with his body, wether that be for his satisfaction or yours he does not care as long as you’re happy. He also likes to tie you up and watch your body twitch as he plays with you.

Somnophilia, he thinks you look so pretty and innocent while you sleep. On more than one occasion he has defo eaten you out whilst you slept, waking you up with the mother of all orgasms. When he’s come home late from being with the sins he has used your body to help him relieve some stress. ALL 100% CONSENSUAL BETWEEN YOU TWO! 

Uniforms, he loves to fuck you in your Boar Hat uniform. He designed it so of course yours is a tiny bit smaller than the others, along with extra openings for easy access. He has several different versions of the uniform so you get to test them all.

Breast fucking for sureeeee. He loves your tits, so having his cock between them is a dream come true.

Also the thought of being seen turns him on to the MAX! Having people see how good he fucks you and how he makes you feel. 

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

He loves anywhere in the Boar Hat; over the tables, on the counter, against the door. Eating you out on the tables or counter is his favourite pastime. He also loves the bedroom, your face full of pillow n tears while he rams into you, loves it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, just you. Anything you do honestly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I feel like he’s down for almost anything but doesn’t want anything to do with like knives or blood. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give than receive but he loves to receive. Would give anything to have you sit on his face after a long day, he’d gladly eat you out while you tell him all about it. You are his favourite meal.

“What’s up, why the long face? Come sit on my face while you tell me”

He likes to receive too but it’s not a necessity, seeing you attempt to make him feel good is a major turn on though. You on your knees, his cock down your throat with tears in your eyes, he adores it. He gives you all the praise as you suck him off. 

“Look at you, you're doing such a good job”, he’d coo as he’d stroke the side of your face whilst deepthroating him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

All of the above. 

Sometimes he’ll be super rough, demon mark showing and all while he pounds into you to the point where you’re almost drooling. No thoughts in your mind, only his name ringing through. Dirty talk all the way.

Other times he’s super slow and intimate, taking his time so you can enjoy every feeling, every movement. Smothering you in love bites and comments as he pulls in and out of you.

During quickies it's a mix of both.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

HE LIVESSSS FOR A QUICKIE! Especially since the sins are always on the go, they need to be able to do it anywhere and FAST. I wanna say y'all have them several times a week, he’s always up for em. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is the definition of risk taker. The sins are coming back and there's like 5 minutes till they get back? Okay lets fuck right here on this table before they make it. Oh the King is coming downstairs? Let's have a quickie before he gets here. Like he does not CAREEEEEEE! 

He also loves to experiment. Anything you wanna try he will do and if he has an idea he will always bring it up to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Demon Kings first born, dude has stamina for days. He could go like 4 rounds without breakin a sweat. You are his weakness though so sometimes he won’t last very long in you, like if you’re begging and whining out for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has toys for you, for when he is gone and can’t bring you. He also loves to edge you with a vibrator then take over. He lets you have free reign when it comes to toys for him, whatever you want him to try he’s open. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s a teaser! Sometimes he can be super mean and leave you for a considerable amount of time until you lose your orgasm before going back. But only sometimes, regardless he does love to see you beg for him to let you come or beg for him to touch you and make you feel good.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t super loud unless like you’re sucking him off, he defo whimpers and whines a little when you do it, a few hisses and curses too.

He loves when you’re super loud though, he wants everyone to know how well he fucks you. He legit does not care who can hear as long as they can hear. Wants to hear you moan out his name through the tavern.

The sins hate it but then they invested in soundproof walls LMAO. 

W = Wild card (a random dirty headcanon for the character)

Okay this one is kinda random and i’m 50/50 on it but he wants to see Ban fuck you. He wants to watch it. Watch how Ban attempts to outdo him but knows he could never as you shoot him a wink or a moan he knows is fake. That or a threesome with you and Ban. He’d take front to see your pretty little face while Ban takes back.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Meli is big, don’t care what anyone says. He is girthy and veiny. Maybe not super long but trust me, the girth alone will have you on cloud 9. Let's say 6/7 inches ish.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Crazy high. Ya’ll are defo fucking almost everyday, wether that be quickies or long sessions, its pretty much everyday. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He will always wait for you to be in a deep sleep before even thinking about passing out. He will hold you close to him on his chest until he hears your soft snores, gives you a kiss on the top of your head and THEN falls asleep. He can’t sleep unless he knows you feel safe and comfortable.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Sunday Service

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by jackharlow, saweetie, theestallion, urbanwyatt, jaysontatum, druski2funny, privategarden, and 1,286,004 others

y/ninsta: I'm Backkkkkkkkkkkk. Did you miss me? Sunday Service dropping Friday. Pre save it now! 😘💕

normani: well it's about damn time! saweetie: we stan. what paprika gonna say about this one? blancahood: PAPRIKA?!?! HELPPPPPPPPPP theestallion: can't wait for this, I know my good sis is about to EAT y/ninsta: saweetie you are a hot ass mess and you know it lmao dualipa: glad to see that jackharlow is letting you out the house more these days jackharlow: now why am I in it? dualipa don't start with me today, my kids got me stressed out enough and you are NOT helping claybornharlow: produced by the one and only little baby saweetie: y/ninsta I call it like I see it. We make pretty bitch music and there's nothing but talent on this end. can't say the same thing about her. Tryna throw shade and I'm about to throw the whole damn rainforest. don't come for my bestie who isn't thinking about you jackandy/naremyparents: MUVA is backkkkkkk!!! dualipa: jackharlow send them my way and I guarantee you that they are about to be on their best behavior jackharlow: dualipa not with the youngest one starting to bite people y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! she was probably hungry and we know you can't cook. not too much on my youngest now. druski2funny: I knew from the beginning that those triplets were going to be problem children y/ninsta: druski2funny leave my babies aloneeeee the only problem child I have is jackharlow jessicakelce: saweetie said what she said and ate and left no crumbs y/ninsta: saweetie only one of us is going to be here for the long run and it's the one who's married to jackharlow 😜 allthingsy/n: talk yo shit mamas, at least we know you can back it up jackharlow: everyday I stray further and further from knowing what peace feels like and not you calling me a problem child smh saweetie: y/ninsta OOP let her know! between her and the girl that has a daddy with no neck, they coming for the wrong person urbanwyatt: saweetie NOT THE DADDY WITH NO NECK quiiso: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 y/ninsta: jackharlow love you smush 😘

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y/ninsta: every time yall book me with them hoes it's gon be big drama 🤭🤭

blancahood: here for the pettiness and the pettiness only y/ninsta: blancahood I'm innocent sis saweetie: y/ninsta well I'm not. STREAM SUNDAY SERVICE!!!! 2forwoyne: GET IN THE BOOTH BITCH theestallion: hard work and grinding pays off. what a luxury it is to shoot up the charts by being a tik tok rapper without actual talent. when I see her imma tell her to freestyle on the spot. jessicakelce: theestallion don't set yourself up to be disappointed like that lmao cardib: yall messy in these comments and I'M HERE FOR IT allthingsy/n: one thing's for sure and two thing's for certain, y/ninsta's girls are always going to have her back sza: now we all know y/ninsta can fight and I would never want to be on the receiving end soooo good luck with that lol y/ninsta: sza that is the old me! I'm mature now! jackharlow: y/ninsta this morning you tried to fight the delivery guy because he dropped your package y/ninsta: jackharlow he damn near threw that shit. it had FRAGILE written on it and he was acting like he couldn't read. not my damn fault. he was asking for it. jackharlow: ladies and gentlemen, my wife y/ninsta urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I fully support your actions jackharlow: urbanwyatt DON'T ENCOURAGE HER claybornharlow: y/ninsta I support you too, forever and always y/ninsta: the people love me, jackharlow get with the program jackharlow: y/ninsta just terrorizing me since day one smh y/ninsta: jackharlow would it help if I told you that your money paid for what was in the package? jackharlow: beat his ass

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y/ninsta: when you ask your husband to send you a selfie because you miss him. Look at my pookie 🥹

I love you long time big baby 😘💕

jackharlow: 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈 jaysontatum: he knows where home is y/ninsta: jayson, don't you muthafuckin start with me urbanwyatt: the girlies are fightinggggggggg druski2funny: wait, what about me?! y/ninsta: keyword: HUSBAND. as in he's MINE. go and find yall own smh jackharlow: y/ninsta remember that one time you told me to try and return you without the receipt? the receipt being our marriage certificate that you tried to set on fire when you were drunk? y/ninsta: jackharlow that is my past and therefore I do not live there anymore saweetie: lmaooooooooo urbanwyatt: all I remember is her having matches and running with them as jackharlow was jumping over couches to try and stop her. good times. jackharlow: urbanwyatt you would encourage this smh urbanwyatt: jackharlow that's my bestie and imma stick beside her jackharlow: urbanwyatt AND I'M NOT? urbanwyatt: jackharlow you are, I just love to see her terrorizing you jackharlow: smh it be your own first born y/ninsta: two more days until I get to see my big babyyyyyyy jackharlow: you better be ready for me 👀 y/ninsta: jackharlow if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready 👀

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y/ninsta: oh look, it's my husband 😍😍😍

You are such a dad now and that's what the outfit is giving lmao jackharlow 🤣🤣

jackharlow: these damn kids got me fighting for my life smh y/ninsta: jackharlow and yet you want more? jackharlow: y/ninsta we're having a basketball team y/ninsta: jackharlow in what universe and with whose vagina? saweetie: you gonna fold one way or another. you always do. y/ninsta: saweetie don't encourage him urbanwyatt: the fact that he was almost late because of baby number three y/ninsta: urbanwyatt she is the no limit soldier lmao jack can't tell her no because she looks like him, but acts like me dualipa: y/ninsta if you need me to save you, blink twice jessicakelce: dualipa lmaooooooo jackharlow: dualipa you, y/ninsta, claybornharlow and my kids be the reason I'm stressed all the time and I don't like it claybornharlow: I am literally just sitting here minding my business jackharlow: claybornharlow THIS TIME and this is a rare occurrence y/ninsta: cut it out you two! smh, I'm already raising enough children between my triplets, jack, my pets, and pg 2forwoyne: now what did we do this time?! y/ninsta: 2forwoyne idk, but I'll find out soon enough because I always do jackharlow: y/ninsta not you calling me one of the children again y/ninsta: jackharlow a mother's job is never done, maggieharlow BACK ME UP maggieharlow: y/ninsta I did what I could with him, and he's your responsibility now lol jackharlow: not yall throwing me under the bus smh saweetie: jackharlow they more so catapulted you lmao

[hauntinq-6]

Any updates? Did you have your surgery? I'm wishing you the best.

Also, I know how terrifying it is to have a major surgery for the first time. Funny enough, I wasn't much older than you when it happened either. I was 24. I've had two brain surgeries, and for the first one I was literally freaking out. Then I woke up, and everything was fine.

You got this, friend! I'm hoping for the best for you! 💝

Oooh my god I am SO SORRY for disappearing after dropping all those bombs💀💀💀

So! Imma try to give you a summary of what happened.

I had surgery the day after they admitted me into the hospital, but unfortunately it was not the surgery I was waiting for🫠

Essentially, a stone went down into my bile duct and was pretty much suffocating my gallbladder, which would've made it impossible to remove my gallbladder safely because it was getting all inflamed.

So, they instead opted to remove the stone that was obstructing the bile duct so that, you know, my blood values could start going back to normal and such.

The surgery itself was rather quick and it went well. . . Buuuuuuuut there were some itty bitty complications🥲

The stone had descended reeeal low and was very close to my pancreas, and when that happens there can be some not very fun side effects to the surgery.

Long story short, the surgery gave me very bad pancreatitis and I have been in pain for a whole week by now lmao.

Oh, well, now I feel better, but recovery is still a bit far from reach. The first two days were absolutely excruciating and they had to give me two rounds of morphine just to get me to sleep through it and recuperate. Now I can sit up, breathe, walk, eat. VERY slowly and with A LOT of effort, but it's already so much more than I could do, say, four days ago.

Now it's mostly a matter of waiting for the inflammation to go down and the fluids to kinda fuck off from where they don't belong aaaaand while we are at it try to understand why the fuck I am always running a fever even on paracetamol.

So essentially, I am doing better! Not well, but better. And I thank you for checking in on me!❤️

Also, brain surgery sounds terrifying. And at 24?? What a trooper!

[paperstarwriters]

Thinking about Dungeon Meshi & The Arcana again. (spoilers for everything up to episode 13 in the anime & a few minor Spoilers for the manga)

Messy rambling below

Like besides the already discussed fact that Senshi should definitely teach Muriel the three simple rules for a strong body as well as the fact that Laios would instantly attach himself to Muriel for being familiar with the monsters (fae) of the forest, I feel like I have to a dress the other characters of the party lmao

To begin with some non-spoiler points, Asra and Laios would get along AMAZINGLY. Like weird food? Knowledge of monsters/fae check, these two will be eating their way though the faerie ecosystem (with care not to take too much of course), just taste testing the dishes to see how the inhuman meat would taste. If given the chance, they’d 110% start swapping dishes (“oh! You’ve never tried a blue-tongued skink?? Oh you have to taste it!!” “What?! You’ve never eaten living armor before?! I have to get you some!!) ((I know blue tounged skink aren't technically fae cause they exist in our world too but tbh salamanders exist in our world too but they don't breathe fire so Imma just go with the assumption that it's magical in some way too)

I also feel like Laios would get along pretty well with Portia, but he'd get along in the same way that he gets along with Senshi, or Falin, as Portia would be fascinated with his adventures, and though maybe she'd be a little weary of the descriptions of food made from monsters I feel like she'd warm up to it over time.

Related to that, Senshi and Portia are a duo to be feared. Bread, bread, bread and so much more bread, Portia helps Senshi familiarize himself with the basic ingredients of the city, and when she catches wind of Senshi's plans for Muriel she is all in to help, and even might feel a little bad having not known about it before (Senshi consoles her of course, and the two begin work on making delicious meals for everyone to share; back at the hut, sitting awkwardly waiting for Senshi because he didn't really wanna go to the market, Muriel feels a chill run down his spine and feels like he's vaguely in danger)

(Minor spoilers for the manga—NOT PLOT RELEVANT) But Nadia and Marcille would get along SO well. Mostly because Nadia kinda fits her ideal type lmao. Not perfectly mind you, since Julian has the eyepatch but tall beautiful, long haired royalty on horseback is her JAM. Nadia comes up to Muriel's hut on horseback while she's busy scholding Laios for trying to convince another person to start eating monsters and Marcille's jaw just drops. She nods and listens with awe and respect to everything Nadia says while Chilchuck is left sighing in the background

Speaking of the guy, I think Chilchuck would be mildly fond of Muriel. He'd probably be pretty jealous of his size and strength though, and will probably be kinda bitter at seeing him be a coward (or he'll call him smart, and encourage the cowardice, depends on the situation and how much he sees being a "scaredy cat" helps) This is only really because he struggles himself with being a little bit of a coward as we see in episode 13, but his cowardice partly stems from his inability to fight, so seeing someone who is fully capable of fighting might tick him off a bit. Of course he probably doesn't hate him too much and (this was mentioned in the world bible by the author) since halflings tend to admire and enjoy the masculinity of dwarfs, and Muriel fits that kinda bill just in a larger size. Probably won't develop a crush or anything, but will respect him.

I also feel like he'd "get along" (as much as this tsundere could get along at least lmao) best with Julian if only for the fact that Julian would be interested in how he deals with and manages traps and such. Besides that I feel like Jules might also become a target for Senshi when Portia blabs about his horrible self care skills (again, far away from the two of them as they go through the market/start cooking in her house/at the palace; Julian feels a chill go down his spine and the feeling that he is about to be chased.... eventually hangs over his head for a bit) Marcille might also get along pretty well with Julian (also kinda fits her type, though little less so than Nadia but still).

Also Jules would totally side with Senshi when he hears that he also doesn't like Magic, while Marcille and Asra and MC sit by the side with a slight huff.

For Lucio.... unfortunately I feel like his drama would tick off a lot of the DunMeshi crew (Julian does at times too but probably a little less so cause I feel like Julian's drama can at least appeal to Marcille), with maybe the sole exception of Laios who would be interested in Lucio's encounters with monsters. Only downside is I feel like Lucio has a simmilar attitude as Marcille in the beginning of the series to Monster food lmao. Chilchuck would definately stare down Marcille when Lucio refuses some dishes because of what it's made from, going all "well now you know what it feels like!" (to which Marcille will retort back with "You weren't down for everything either!! You hated the Idea of eating a mimic at first!!" and then it'd devolve into an argument lmao) One thing I imagine the crew has to teach him though is restraint and the importance of balance in his surroundings, as I imagine living in the palace, as well as his upbringing as a Scourge of the South has made him used to taking everything when he has the chance. Anyways when Lucio gets used to the food I feel like he'd really appreciate it (FYI, there IS a character he'd get along with pretty well but they haven't been introduced yet, so I'm holding myself back lmao. If you've read the manga; think about who acts really similar to him in this way with a bit more of a yearning for "freedom".)

Anyways MC would get along well with everyone (depends on MC of course) but I also feel like they could get along really well with Falin if only because Falin deals a lot with ghosts and I feel like MC could bond with her a bit over that, and with how MC kind of is a ghost. A ghost possessing a new body and all that mess. Also one other reason.

iykyk.

[sleepyking]

King Watches Fox and the Hound For The First Time

Credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, credits, cred—

OMG ITS THE OWL FROM BAMBI

NOOOOOO THE MOMMA FOX

HES SO CUTE

Omg I love their voices

She’s dead that’s where:(

That’s the only reasonable thing to do when you find a baby fox under your laundry after some birds stole it and dropped it on him in a scheme to get someone to take care of him cuz his mom died

AWWWW PUPPYYYYY

AWWWWWWWWWWW

Poor Tod:(

He’s just a BABY

FUCK WHAT THAT GUY SAYS

TOD BE CAREFUL

TOD

TOD

TOD I THINK

I THINK HE KILLED UR MOM

CHIEF STOP CHASIN HIM HES JUST A BABY

WHY AM I CRYING

WHY AM I RELATIN TO THIS BABY FOX

AWWW TOD AND COPPER ARE ALL GROWN UPPPP

LMAO THE CATERPILLAR

HES GONNA BLOOOWWWWW

NO

CHIIIIEEEEEEEFFFFFF NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO

IM SOBBIN

I CANT DEAL WITH DOGS DYIN

IS HE ALIVE STILL?? HE SAID CHEIF A L M O S T DIED DOES THAT MEANS HES OK???

“Goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end..but in my heart’s the memory, and there, you’ve always been,” SHUT UP IM NOT CRYING YOU ARE

IS SHE LEAVING HIM???

NO

NO PLS

PLS NO

NO

NO TAKE HIM BACK

P L E A S E

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

THERES LIKE 30 MINUTES LEFT IT CANT GET ANY WORSE FROM HERE

WHY DO I RELATE TO THIS CARTOON FOX???

OH PHEW CHIEFS ALIVE

PFFF BIG MAMAS PLAYIN MATCHMAKER LMAOOO

BECAUSE HE C A N T THATS WHY

THIS POOR FOX BOI

HES TRYIN HIS BEST OK

OH MY GOD

NO

NO DONT BURN THEM OUT

RUN TOD RUN

AND OTHER FOX WHO I FORGOT THE NAME OF YOU RUN TOO

YES TOD GET THE BEAR GET THE BEAR

AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP SAVES THE DAY

HA

TAKE T H A T HUNTER GUY

I HOPE IT HURTS LIKE FUCKIN H E L L

OH MY GOD THE VOICE OVER OF BABY COPPER N TOD

999993/10 PUDDING CUPS LOVED IT

K BYE IMMA GO WATCH THE SEQUEL

[l0sercat]

I was wondering if I could pls get some x reader for Jonah Vasquez from dbd he is my fav character and there really isn’t anything on him I’m not picky on what you want to write thx have a lovely day

Honestly don't know much about his character lmao

Jonah Vasquez x reader

You guys both sat around the campfire and were just chatting. He stared at you with interest as you went on a rampant about how the Entity should at least get you some cute cosmetics if she's gonna put you through all this suffering. He smiled and let out a small laugh and shook his head.

You threw up your hands in the air and let out a noise of frustration. Black smoke surrounded you and you made a deadpan face "Oh fuck" you said and you disappeared. Jonah chuckled then stopped as the smoke enveloped him as well. "Shit..." Then he disappeared as well.

He walked over to your upset form, your arms were crossed over your chest and you leaned on one side of your leg making your hip pop out. You looked over at him and smirked "So she got you too huh? Well this will be fun" you say already coming up with a plan to fuck around with the killer. Jonah knew what you were up to and was totally down.

As you spawned into the world you walked across the map and found a secure gen. You started on it and decided to find Jonah then start messing with the killer. You soon finished the gen and found Jonah.

You leaned into his ear and whispered "Alright so you find the killer and get into a locker and I'll shine a flashlight in their eyes so they free you and were just gonna keep doing that" you smirked and he nodded "Alright sounds fun but if you fuck up imma beat the shit outta you" he said and held a fist up. You let out a loud laugh and tossed your head back, being dramatic as always.

Your heart started beating rapidly and you looked at Jonah and froze. You both nodded and very loudly sprinted inside the shack. You hid behind as crate and Jona slammed the locker shut. The killer, The doctor, walked in bat in hand and giggled. He opened the locker and grabbed Jonah. You then rushed and clicked on your flashlight and shined it in The doctors eyes causing him to drop Jonah then shake his head. You giggled and Jonah let out a loud laugh and you both sprinted out and ran into a huge house.

The doctor was on your tail, you ran behind Jonah and protected him from The doctors hits. Jonah opened a locker and slammed it shut. The doctor ignored him and went after you, you circled around him and he hit the wall. You let out a loud but short obnoxious laugh. Your eyes filled up with tears and your side ached. You ran out of the building and hid but that was short lived as The doctor somehow saw you.

You cursed under your breath and ran back into the building. You saw a locker and quickly got in it careful to not slam it. But as you backed into it you noticed Jonah was in it as well. "What the fuck are you doing?" You whispered shouted "What are you doing?" He retorted. You huffed "I had to run from that ugly ass fucker he wasn't falling for the locker trick and I needed to hide" you said

You tried to position yourself so now you and Jonah are facing each other. You didn't know how both of you fit but you weren't going out there just yet. The doctor neared and soon was about to open the locker then you slammed it open. It slapped him on the head and knocked him down. "Take that bitch!" You yelled and grabbed Jonah's hand and you both ran out of there. "Your fucking crazy" he said and followed you.

Gens went off in the distance and soon you were able to escape. You and Jonah were able to successfully escape without a scratch. You both grinned at each other and joked about the match when you got back to camp. You told everyone about it and had a good laugh.

[shapeshiftinterest]

Polyamory Click: sun x moon x monty, fazcule

based on THIS post and a little on THIS post

hybrid!au: sun and moon are humans, the glamrocks are animal hybrids

sun, moon, and monty are the newest employees and have worked at the plex for at least a few months

monty gets on board with polyamory and dating sun and moon so he tells his bandmates

he’s a lil confused but he’s got the spirit

story under the read more

Polyamory Click (also on ao3)

“I UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING!!!” Monty yelled, slamming the breakroom door open.

His outburst made Chica squawk, dropping her lunch. “MY FRIES!!” She wailed, dropping to the floor and trying to gather them all up. Roxy’s arm jerked at the commotion, ruining her latest attempt to paint Freddy’s claws.

“Damn it, Monty, look what you made me do,” Roxy said, cleaning Freddy’s claws with a wet wipe. “Chica don’t eat those.”

Chica spat out the floor fries and reached for-

“And don’t you dare put any in your purse.”

“But Roxy-!”

“No, get Monty to buy you replacement fries.”

Chica pouted, tossing the fries into the trash and sitting by her girlfriend.

"Guys! Focus on me!”

“What did you understand, Monty?” Freddy asked, in an awkward attempt to smooth things over.

“The polyarmory!”

His bandmates blinked. “You mean polyamory?” Chica said, looking up as Monty paced the room. It’s a good thing they were sitting in a more open section or his tail would have knocked everything over from how hard it was wagging.

He snapped his fingers, the polish already chipping on his own claws. Roxy would probably corner him once she was done with Freddy’s. “Yea, that!”

“Didn’t really get why y’all were into it but I totally get it now! Like,” Monty started waving his arms around and gesturing. “That polymammory-”

“Polyamory.”

“-Polyamory shit really clicked into place when I was on my movie date with Sun 'n  Moon yesterday, and they let me eat from both a’ their popcorns buckets with impurity.”

“Impunity, Monty.” Freddy said, blowing on on the nail polish while Roxy capped the bottles.

“At least he’s trying the word a day calendar?�� Chica shrugged, happy Monty was using her birthday present. The words were a little jumbled but he was getting closer to using the right ones more often.

“‘Course Imma use it, girl. You got it for me.”

“Aaaawwww.”

“That is... not exactly, what polyamory is about. But we’re all very happy for you, Monty,” Freddy said, realizing that he probably should have eaten his burger before Roxy painted his nails. His ears drooped a little when his stomach growled.

Seeing his dilemma, Roxy unwrapped the top of the Double Deluxe Fazburger’s paper and held it up for him so he could take a bite. “Ah, thank you, Roxy.”

“No prob. ‘N yeah,” She turned to face Monty, one hand holding the burger, the other hovering under it so the crumbs and sauce wouldn’t get on their outfits. “Glad t’see you finally on board the Fazcule train lmao.”

“I wasn’t not on it,” Monty grumbled, snagging a chip from Freddy’s tray seeing as how Roxy’s was finished and he still owed Chica some fries. “Just didn’t know it was a thing I could do is all.”

“Sooooo, did you do anything else besides eat from both of their popcorn buckets?” Chica sing songed, leaning into the bassist’s space.

“What? No!”

“C’mooooon, you can tell us~ You held hands didn’t you. Didja get twice the goodnight kisses?” Chica smirked, chasing after Monty as he leapt out of his seat and tried to run from her interrogation. “Montyyyy, tell meeeee!”

“No!”

Roxy and Freddy laughed as the other Glams raced around the table and Freddy choked on his sandwhich a little from laughing too hard.

[sunluzhen]

meme waters rising 1, 3, 6 (stress-relief method), 7, 11, 17, 22, 24, 38, 42

What’s the lie your character says most often?

Any variation of "I'm okay! / It's fine / Everything's good!" It's instinctual at this point. Beyond that, he's actually not that much of a liar? He's awful at lying unless it's about how he's doing/feeling.

3. How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

He's not exactly the best at hiding how he's feeling, when he's especially stressed or upset it's easy for others to pick up on, but getting him to actually talk is another task altogether; he's too often extremely avoidant when it comes to himself. He just... really doesn't want to bother the people he cares about. Some of the things that go on inside his head he really doesn't want them to know about, also.

6. What’s their favorite [stress-relief method] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

Whether or not this is actually a favorite method is debatable, but he's definitely not going to suggest anyone else do it. It's not exactly safe to walk around the city streets at night without your phone by yourself, Monkie Kid powers or no. These late night walks often end with MK dunking his head in the nearest body of ice cold water. (Sometimes he falls in all the way and has to scramble out somehow before he sinks.) Definitely not advisable.

7. What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

lmao. okay. I think Mei and I would yell out the same thing to get a reaction from MK: "MONKEY KING SUCKS!" or "OMG! COME CHECK OUT THIS NEW MONKEY KING / JTTW-RELATED MERCH!" Depends on the mood. Both would definitely have him jumping up like "WHAT! WHERE?" with the former option earning an extra "WHO SAID THAT! IMMA THROW THESE HANDS!"

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Xiaotian sees a face in the mirror that belongs to them. They know it's them. But they struggle to really recognize it as themself, especially lately. There's a very faint scar, running diagonally across part of their face. It reminds them of cracked stone, which is... probably where it came from, actually. She did drop them on their head, didn't she? Then there's the patches of fur on his neck and arms that look like they didn't grow in right, over burn marks that somehow healed even though by all means they shouldn't have. Sometimes, if they squint and look really hard, they can see a few strands of white hair.

Others look at Xiaotian, and besides the obvious monkey features, they see a sweet, young face. One that's rather open and perhaps a little too earnest and trusting. The endearing little chipped fang when they smile a little too wide and show off their teeth. That messy mop of hair on top of their head. The signature red headband they always wear.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Vacuum cleaners are evil and should not be trusted. He'll stick to sweeping and mopping the old fashioned way.

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

Oh, absolutely. Those almond cookies are ALL his. His!

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Singing. They actually have a decent voice! But it's way more fun to sing badly along to karaoke songs with friends.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Joke Answer?: "HELLO and welcome to my TED talk, FAKE IT 'TIL YOU MAKE IT! Monkie Kid's Guide to Prolonging the Next Mental Breakdown for As Long As Physically possible-- I MEAN I'll be talking about how to keep your spirits high while things are extremely stressful and chaotic: by lying to yourself until, eventually, it comes true!"

Real Answer: The former idea would get him immediately removed from the stage, BUT he's much more likely to use a TED talk as an opportunity to infodump about the JTTW novel, various adaptations, and miscellaneous Monkey King trivia, which is also not what TED talks are supposed to be for I think, but...

[softmeetscreatureplz]

*lays in your inbox and thinks about ships and writing*

~ 🪼

Dhdhejsjaa- :DD

*petting youuuu*

Would you like to hear my latest skk au :3333 ??? I am so excited abt it actually-

Its based on a lime from the stormbringer manga (minor spoilers ig?- not gonna go into detail abt itself tho) Where basically people thought there was a chance Chuuya would jst go rouge and start a rebellion to become boss because he's so powerful and fairly unhinged

So

SKK AU WHERE CHUUYA BECOMES BOSS AT 15/16 CAUSE HE GETS BORED AND MORI PISSES HIM OFF :DD

Chuuya mentions it kinda offhand to Dazai once like "yknow what, fuck this, imma kill the boss or something"- and Dazai knows, technically, he has been told to keep an eye out if Chuuya starts saying shit like that. But. A) he very much doubts he's being serious, and B) he's currently in the middle of a very important Mario cart race?! So he just nots like "whatever sure doggy" and Chuuya rolls his eyes but (seemingly~) drops it

And then like a week later they're getting a mission briefing, Dazai is late, and he comes in to see a dead Mori and a very smug looking Chuuya. Immense confusion. Immense.

All of a sudden it's two 15/16 year old running the Port mafia, which means there's a shit ton of shenanigans lmao. They're constantly fucking around with shit and filling rooms with rubber chickens and glitter bombing people etc- and yet to anyone outside the PM they look very very professional and scary. They keep their rep and keep going on missions and stuff, but they give everyone in the PM suchhhhh a hard time with their mischief :3

[aurorasgate]

hi luna! hope you've been having a great week thus far, just wanted to stop by and wish you a great day ahead :> i also wanted to ask since you've been into lads recently, i was wondering if you have a selfship lore with zayne? i'm a nosy little rat so i want to know the newest man in your life (づ •. •)? (i hope this is ok to ask) -🐭

hi my love!!🩷

my week has been very busy with work but i'm doing okay and looking forward to the weekend! i hope you've been having a good week and getting to relax🥰🩷

it is ALWAYS okay to ask me anything you'd like about my selfships hehe and im so excited to yap about us so thank you for asking<33

it's still developing but i do have some hehe imma put it under the cut in case it gets too long or no one cares to look lmao

im a total mess over childhood friends to lovers with zayne (which is weird to me because i usually don't read or write this trope, its just not my cup of tea for the most part but idk with him its different lmao) so i couldn't help myself keeping that hehe but we grow up pretty close since he lives in the same neighborhood as my grandparents. when i move in with them, my grandma introduces us and in my grandma fasion, she starts taking us lots of place together like to the zoo, mesuems, the beach or pool. im a lot more talkive as a kid lol so it is usually me dragging him along and talking his ear off but he's always really patient with me and doesn't protest

we get a few years of that, though we didn't see each other as much during the school season since we attend different schools and he's a grade ahead of me. but during one summer, right before he moves, he loses control of his evol for the first time when we're together & in my attempt to help him with my fire evol i get hurt. i get pretty cut up by ice and exhaust myself using so much of my evol but zayne regains control of his evol right before i pass out gdhlkhglkdhg POOR BABY i know i put him through his but it makes me feel bad for him hahah

omfg this is getting long im sorry

anway, while im in the hospital recovering i'm constantly asking my grandparents if hes okay and if he can come see me and when he doesn't show up, i ask instead if i can go see him when i'm better. on one of my last days there he comes to see me but i happen to be asleep when he comes so i don't see him again before he moves and he leaves me with a little penguin made from his evol on my hospital bed side

by the time he's made his way back to linkon, it's been a long time since we last saw each other and i've moved away too but he keeps in touch with my grandparents and hears little things about me from them until one day i show up at the hospital, bringing my grandma in for a check up not knowing he'd be there. i'm still wearing the ribbon he gave me for my last birthday when he had still lived in the neighborhood and he recogonizes it immediately, before he even sees my face and ahh we just start getting close from there, even if its a little awkward and slow at first 🤭 more little run ins at the hospital or in the city until they become a litttle more than coincidental like when i drop by the hosptial with bag of cookies and leave it on his desk with a note to remind him to eat an actual lunch too or when he happens to be at the boba shop i vist for a treat at the end of the workday on friday 🤭🩷

it all kinda changes when my grandma passes away and when he doesn't hear from me afterwards. he tries to give me time and space but really its not long before he starts to worry too much and shows up at my door. i answer with puffy eyes n he just asks if he can hold me and things are never really the same after that, but very much for the better🥰🩷

[heavyhitterheaux]

Whatta Man, Whatta Man, Whatta Man, Whatta Mighty Good Man

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: Whatta Man, Whatta Man, Whatta Man, Whatta Mighty Good Man 😍😍😍

Whewww he get on my nerves sometimes, but he's mine and also happens to be fine as shit lol

jackharlow: forever and Always. love the fact that I'll be able to get on your nerves until the end of time. now come sit on my face 🤭 y/ninsta: jackharlow been getting on my nerves since we were fourteen and I wouldn't have it any other wayyy and say less lmao druski2funny: you two make me sick smh y/ninsta: druski2funny just because we told you last night that we found you in a dumpster doesn't mean you have to act outta pocket. we took you in and clothed and fed you. ungrateful ass. lilnasx: NOT THE DUMPSTER LMAOOOOO druski2funny: jackharlow get your wife! jackharlow: druski2funny you on your own my boy! claybornharlow: I mean I guess he's okay. if you're into that. dualipa: claybornharlow you get me. we're on the same page. jackharlow: dualipa claybornharlow and both of you can go play in traffic claybornharlow: jackharlow don't let your wife see that jackharlow: claybornharlow idc, she knows what this is dualipa: jackharlow you about to get your ass beat by her, just watch y/ninsta: JACKMAN THOMAS jackharlow: y/ninsta I was hacked baby 👉🏼👈🏼 y/ninsta: jackharlow hacked my ass. perfect example of you getting on my nerves. leave my little baby alone. all he does is mind his business jackharlow: y/ninsta SINCE WHEN? claybornharlow: 😇😇😇 jackharlow: claybornharlow walk to Mockingbird because I'm not picking you up y/ninsta: claybornharlow yes he is, go and get ready. just let me know if you have any problems jackharlow: 🙄🙄🙄🙄

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y/ninsta: I should kick yall asses

Exhibit A and Exhibit B why I can never find my bonnets

Their big ass heads are wearing them

And who let my man wear it out in public!?

PG, I'm looking at yall 🤨🤨🤨

quiiso: look I'm innocent, I warned him not to leave the house in it after I had to do a double take urbanwyatt: then you shouldn't leave them laying around all the time! shloob_: in his beauty supply run era saweetie: I CANNOT with the two of them lmao jackharlow: I thought I looked cute y/ninsta: jackharlow you did, but you're missing the point! now what am I supposed to use to cover my hair?! jackharlow: y/ninsta use Ivy's or Autumn's y/ninsta: jackharlow imma kick your ass for even SUGGESTING that. THEY HAVE BABY BONNETS NOT ADULT BONNETS. druski2funny: we all know he just lightskin. especially according to grandma kat y/ninsta: druski2funny my husband is pale as shit, ain't no way he's going to get around that jackharlow: no ragrets y/ninsta: jackharlow you know what this means, right? jackharlow: y/ninsta that I have to eat you out for an hour for stealing it? y/ninsta: jackharlow yes, but that wasn't my first thought. when I have to make my trips to the beauty supply store, your ass is coming and getting your own damn bonnet, you too urbanwyatt jackharlow: y/ninsta I need it personalized for it to say First Lady's husband y/ninsta: jackharlow why are you so unserious? saweetie: jack PLEASEEEEEE LMAO dualipa: y/ninsta surprised his head could fit inside of it jackharlow: dualipa I got a big one up top and down below and it fits where it needs to go every time just fine neelamthadhani: jackharlow EW SPARE US THE DETAILS y/ninsta: jackharlow 🤭🤭🤭🤭 jackharlow: neelamthadhani you got your nieces and nephew out of it didn't you?! jackharlow: y/ninsta baby you already know I can count on one hand how many times I've been serious in my life y/ninsta: jackharlow that's why I'm convinced you were dropped on your head as a baby

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jackharlow: me and my main man 😍😍😍

saweetie: he is so chunky and so cute! normani: yes to the matching shoes! urbanwyatt: wrong. that's my main man. his middle name is WYATT. y/ninsta: urby please. we know he's named after you but got damn smh jackharlow: urbanwyatt and his last name is HARLOW. stop playing with me smh urbanwyatt: y/ninsta that's my kid. you just had him for me y/ninsta: urbanwyatt imma get curse to kick your ass if you don't shut up y/ninsta: anyway LOOK AT MY BABIES 😍😍😍 quiiso: every since axel came out of y/ninsta urbanwyatt takes his godfather duties seriously urbanwyatt: quiiso they entrusted me with this job ever since we were sixteen, of course I'm going to take it seriously. now I'm coming to get him along with my two princesses. I'm loading them up with sugar and then dropping them back off in the driveway and then taking off jackharlow: urbanwyatt imma whoop your ass if you do that y/ninsta: urbanwyatt and they will literally be back on your doorstep and me and baby daddy are turning off our phones. don't play with us. urbanwyatt: jackharlow y/ninsta fine, just one ice cream cone each but autumn is fucking boujee and only likes frozen yogurt just like her mother smh y/ninsta: urbanwyatt AHT AHT! cut the shit! leave my baby alone! dualipa: aww look at my son! jackharlow: dualipa not you too because I don't have the energy for it today dualipa: jackharlow hand my child over. you know he adores his step mommy jackharlow: y/ninsta get her before I do y/ninsta: lmaoooo surprised clay isn't in here yet claybornharlow: y/ninsta you called? jackharlow: claybornharlow GO AWAY y/ninsta: jackharlow be nice! and claybornharlow yes I did! claybornharlow: when are yall going to realized the autumn is literally a small version of y/ninsta that looks like her father? (me) but she is boujee lmao jackharlow: claybornharlow you just asking me to kick your ass at this point claybornharlow: little baby over everybody! y/ninsta: behave you two!

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jackharlow: Not Ivy coming into the room this morning and being like "where's mommy?" She wasn't satisfied with my answer and proceeded to sigh and look at me and say "but I'm hungry." I told her I would make her something and then she says, "daddy, not a good cook. I wait for mommy."

It be your own kids smh

claybornharlow: because we don't need my niece getting food poisoning lmaooooo y/ninsta: aww my oldest baby! mommy is on her way back to feed you! jackharlow: I've gotten better! y/ninsta: jackharlow baby the only person that ever eats your cooking is you quiiso: lmaoooo not y/ninsta throwing jack under the bus urbanwyatt: but y/ninsta needs to keep in mind that she had humble beginnings and couldn't cook for shit when we moved into our first apartment y/ninsta: urbanwyatt keep talking and I won't feed you until 2050 shloob_: well GOT DAMN urbanwyatt: y/ninsta don't get mad because I told the truth! yungskylark: now why do yall dumbasses always come for y/ninsta on the days that she's supposed to cook for us? SHUT THE FUCK UP SO WE CAN GET FED 2forwoyne: I second this jackharlow: I get fed anyway no matter what yall dumbasses do 😏 neelamthadhani: just a bunch of nasties saweetie: aww my baby Ivy knows the deal jackharlow: at least she let me finish doing her hair. she was walking around all last night with half of it done and wasn't trying to cooperate dualipa: jackharlow looks like you're getting this daddy this down pact jackharlow: dualipa I would hope so since y/ninsta's body decided to make three at one time y/ninsta: jackharlow BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING SUPER SPERM, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE COME FOR ME jackharlow: y/ninsta I'm not, can we make another one? y/ninsta: jackharlow another WHAT?! jackharlow: y/ninsta never mind. I'll ask you later.

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claybornharlow: y/ninsta Jack may give these to you, but they're from me

jackharlow: CLAYBORN! y/ninsta: aww they're so pretty. clay did you help him pick them out? claybornharlow: y/ninsta of course I did jackharlow: claybornharlow absolutely tired of your ass yungskylark: clay never lets jack live lmao jackharlow: yungskylark AT ALL! claybornharlow: he only bagged her because he saw her first, if the roles were reversed it would've been me y/ninsta: this is one rivalry that will never end despite how many times I tell them to cut it out dualipa: wait a minute, I thought those were from me? jackharlow: dualipa NO. EXIT STAGE LEFT. NO. dualipa: jackharlow your time is winding down. the first lady will be my first lady soon. jackharlow: dualipa over my dead fucking body y/ninsta: jackharlow thank you for my flowers smush! they're gorgeous. jackharlow: y/ninsta gorgeous flowers for my gorgeous wife claybornharlow: jackharlow for now y/ninsta: jackharlow I know people get tired of me. my man, my man, my man. how the fuck am I just looking at the back of you and want to rip your clothes off? urbanwyatt: NO jackharlow: y/ninsta I mean.... it is naptime for them..... y/ninsta: jackharlow SAY LESS

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y/ninsta: gimme one margarita imma open my legs, gimme two margaritas imma give you some head jackharlow lmao 😜

jackharlow: OH jessicakelce: please shut up because you'll do all this anyway without any drinks involved y/ninsta: jessicakelce lmaooooo you right sis. my man shouldn't be so fine. urbanwyatt: the two of you will never let up jackharlow: umm y/ninsta I can order you a few margaritas if that's what you want 👀👀👀 y/ninsta: urbanwyatt daycare in my throat urbanwyatt: y/ninsta more like daycare in your house, but I get it blancahood: urbanwyatt PLEASEEEEEE y/ninsta: jackharlow no need, just bring your fine self here jackharlow: y/ninsta you know I'm already on my way saweetie: jackharlow can I get the triplets grills now for their birthday? jackharlow: saweetie when they turn 5 saweetie: FINALLY! they gotta be matching with their momma theestallion: why didn't you finish the caption?! 2forwoyne: GIMME THREE MARGARITAS IMMA PUT IT IN MY PUS quiiso: GIMME FOUR MARGARITAS IMMA PUT IT IN MY TUSH urbanwyatt: GIMME FIVE MARGARITAS IMMA HAVE SOME FUN y/ninsta: lmaoooo I know my PG babies always got me! dualipa: y/ninsta you can use my face as a seat at any time jackharlow: dualipa blow torch and flame thrower were just delivered to the house, choose your next words carefully dualipa: jackharlow would your wife happen to be a squirter too? urbanwyatt: OH MY DAMN LMAO jackharlow: DUA!

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jackharlow: can you tell all three of them are spoiled as hell? Autumn at grandma Kat's house and she tells me she's not done with her spa treatment and needs for me to paint her nails oh and feed her grapes

I literally had another version of my wife

Ivy is finished and is upstairs eating her lunch

y/ninsta: WHO SET HER UP WITH ALL THAT?! and so what! jackharlow: y/ninsta GRANDMA KAT! imma do it though. she asked me for purple and green nails. saweetie: jackharlow y/ninsta has you wrapped around her finger and now the babies do too lmao urbanwyatt: y/ninsta tell your grandma I'm pulling up 👀 2forwoyne: urbanwyatt aye! get me some of those rice krispy treats she got! y/ninsta: urbanwyatt yes she'll be excited to see her favorite customer urbanwyatt: 2forwoyne I got you sza: HER LITTLE CHAIR. I CAN'T. YALL KIDS ARE TOO ADORABLE. claybornharlow: jackharlow you had enough practice with painting y/n's nails while she was pregnant because she couldn't see them. you should be fine. y/ninsta: claybornharlow it took a little bit of practice but he got better jessicakelce: NOT AUTUMN TELLING YOU TO FEED HER GRAPES jackharlow: jessicakelce YOUR NIECE IS THE DEFINITION OF SPOILED y/ninsta COME GET THIS BABY y/ninsta: jackharlow nope. mama's busy. jackharlow: y/ninsta doing WHAT? y/ninsta: jackharlow stuff. I'll see yall later. going out with Jess and B. byeeeeee jackharlow: y/ninsta not the hot chips and bad decisions crew smh

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Hey 👋

Favourite stranger things scenes??

oh my god this is such a hard question but i’m gonna go through each season and imma try my best to keep it short 😭 (i have not rewatched from the beginning in so long so i’m just gonna try to remember lmao)

these are not in chronological order i was really just thinking of them as i went along

Season 1:

- eleven stopping mike from jumping off the cliff

- eleven lifting the van

- steve helping fight the demogorgan

- hopper and joyce finding will

Season 2:

- billy billy billy 😵‍💫

- billy and steve’s fight

- max mayfield

- steve and dustin

(literally anything with those characters i cant pick a specific scene)

- actually the one where steve is talking to dustin abt how to get girls

- also when steve drops dustin off at the dance

- nancy dancing with dustin

Season 3:

- how about the entire season it’s my fav

- billy and mrs wheeler

- hopper and joyce’s fights

- murray yelling at hopper and joyce to just fuck already 🤭

- erica

- steve fighting the russians

- steve and robin being high af

- robin coming out

- never ending story

- billy’s mind flayer speech to eleven (he’s just so fucking hot in that scene idc)

- eleven ripping the piece of the mind flayer out of her leg

Season 4:

- edward cornelius munson

- the woods scene

- the hellfire club/basketball game sequence

- argyle

- eleven smacking the shit out of angela

- the shootout

- when the fruity four first go into the upside down

- erica again

- running up that hill sequence

- henry’s speech 😵‍💫 (makes me h*rny and i’m not ashamed to say that)

- ELEVEN BLOWING UP THE CHOPPER (cinematic masterpiece)

- SUZIE

- master of puppets (duh)

- nancy shooting vecna

- dustin talking to wayne (yes it’s sad af but they both portrayed it so beautifully)

i probably missed so many good ones so pls lemme know your favs too 🫶🏽

[goose-nest]

waaaah charlotte i'm so sorry i didn't get to this one when it was first posted!! but imma read it now! those tags sure are, uh, something, so i'm going into this with an open mind because i literally don't know what to expect lol (under the cut because spoilers and themes sdfjkhdf)

oh okay we're starting off strong i see sdkjlsjdk 😳😳😳🙈🙈

omg not the greatcoat 😂😂

wait i'm a bit confused. what does he mean by "remembering the sparse handful medical leaves he had needed to approve for just such a reason"? what is the reason? 🤔

"It wasn't my choice" SCREEEEAMING NOOO

the comment from that ex-imperial HELOOO??! my mouth literally dropped open in horror

noooo reader thinking this will ruin things and that hux will not want them anymore actually breaks my heart 😭😭😭💔💔

hux on his knees kissing reader omg sdafhjasjdkjfgjg oh to be loved like that 😭😭<33

"Well, you hadn’t explicitly asked him not to do anything, so he would go forward with the plans he was constructing" LMAO🤣

hux calling someone a maggot is so on brand tho,, i should adopt that into my own vernacular actually sdhfjhdskj

yay opan mention!! 🗣🗣 (idk why but i actually love him sdjfsd)

aw they were each other's firsts 🥹🥹🥹

"Patient was in acute distress – nearly hysterical" do you hear that??? that's my heart and soul shattering into a thousand pieces 😭😭💔💔

omg wth?? they treated reader so badly, got them addicted to the meds and for what???? i'm actually so mad rn sdfhjskdhfjhd this better be resolved in part 2 lmaoo

running to read the second part 🏃💨💨

the best thing (part one) – (kind of) a 'time after time' bonus chapter (armitage hux x reader)

time after time masterlist – (this chapter is set after 'different perspectives')

Summary: Armitage learns something new about your past

Warnings/Tags: set pre-TFA; gn!reader, but it's implied that reader could hypothetically get pregnant; forced sterilization; medical trauma; direct references to sex (although nothing is described in detail); mention of infertility; embarrassment; perusal of medical files with questionable knowledge on behalf of the subject; vomiting; medical settings and procedures; reference to depression; reference to self-harm; medical conditions (left vague); drugging (in a medical context, but without subject's knowledge/consent); let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 7141

Author’s Note: alright so I've got a few things to say about this one. first and foremost, please look through the tags because I cover some tough topics in this one, so please only read if you feel comfortable hearing about those subjects ❤️‍🩹

second, I'm not really sure that I consider this chapter to be fully "canon," I think it's more like Canon Lite™️ since it exists in the world of the story, but for a number of reasons, I'm not sure I want to "officially" consider it part of the story. one of those reasons is that there is more of a physical description of reader here (in the sense that reader could hypothetically get pregnant), but I've been very committed to not giving any physical descriptions so far, and so I don't want folks to feel alienated by that aspect of this chapter or feel like that needs to extend into the rest of the story (since it definitely doesn't – you are free to imagine reader any way you wish! ☺️)

I really mostly wrote this one because the scenario came to me while I was falling asleep and then I thought about it for a number of days afterwards and decided I finally needed to write something for it. I actually wasn't even really sure if I wanted to post it, but I thought that since I had written it, maybe someone else out there needed to read it! 💕

I'm also posting it in two parts (the second part will post shortly after this one goes up) mostly because it got long and unwieldy for tumblr's formatting

also shout out to @/armitagehuxsleepschedule for the super fascinating headcanons of (in)fertility within the FO! (wasn’t sure if they’d like to be tagged on my random fanfic, but I’m happy to make it a real tag if that’s preferred ☺️)

again, please feel free to skip this one for any reason! 💕

18+ material – minors do not interact!

Armitage slipped back under the covers, now changed into his sleep clothes, his body still humming from the golden rush of the intimacy he had just shared with you. Stars, he was so glad he had finally forced himself past his fears. It had not taken him long to realize that such fears had been utterly unfounded, especially when it came to how much you would enjoy yourself with him. The glorious, sweet noises he was somehow able to coax from your mouth and the way your eager hands pulled him to you, always needing him to be closer, were enough to prove that. He thought he might actually be improving each time too, even though he had never conceived of it as something he could practice. For you though, he always wanted to be better.

You padded back into the room then, also wearing your sleep clothes. Well, technically they were his, which had been the initiating factor that had allowed him to finally be more explicit about just how much he enjoyed seeing you in them, even if the process did result in him removing them. A small sacrifice, especially since he was able to see you in them once more, even more irresistible now when he could still see the lingering glow on you from the treasured moments the two of you had just shared. You smiled softly when you saw him watching you, and happily crawled into bed next to him, leaning forward to press your lips to his. Armitage began to feel a bit dizzy as he realized they were still warm and plush from his earlier fervent kisses.

“Not fair,” he murmured against your lips. You pulled back slightly, smiling with false innocence.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked teasingly; he was aware you knew exactly what he meant.

“What are you wearing?” he responded with his own good-humored question, still faintly shocked at how easily such a response came to him. You looked down at yourself as though seeing the clothing for the first time, examining the garments with such mock-seriousness that Armitage couldn’t help the adoring chuckle that spiraled from his lips. You looked up at the sound, your smile incandescent. 

“I think it’s you who’s not being fair,” you retorted. “When you’ve just finished explaining to me so thoroughly – and quite enjoyably, I might add – how much you like seeing me in your sleep clothes, now you say I’m unfair for wearing them. I fear I’m confused as to your expectations for my bedroom attire.” 

You accented your statement with a playful smile, and Armitage blushed deeply at your words. Stars, you were the best kriffing thing that had ever happened to him. When no reply was forthcoming from his suddenly very dry mouth, you raised an eyebrow, quirking your head slightly in an expression he never failed to find endearing.

“Since you seem to find my current state of dress ‘unfair,’ perhaps I should go get your greatcoat, and see if you prefer that.”

Armitage’s response was instant. The very image of it caused a groan to fall from his lips as he covered his face with his hands, trying both to press the deeply appealing idea from his mind and to hide the intense red with which his cheeks were no doubt stained. Your cheery giggles were infectious, and he felt a small bubble of effervescent laughter leave his own mouth.

“Love, if you do that, I cannot promise that you’ll get any sleep whatsoever,” he informed you, finally drawing his hands away from his face to see you smiling at him so warmly that his heart tripped over itself.

“Another rest cycle then,” you suggested softly, sliding down to lay next to him. “Since I have it on good authority that you did not use your last rest period for its intended purpose, so you need to catch up now.” You traced your fingers across his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, tucking you even further into him.

“And how do you know that?” he asked quietly. It was true; he had been in his office for most of his allotted rest time, trying to put the final touches on some experimental designs in the few hours when he wasn’t expected to be completing his regular work. You, however, had been on shift at the time, meeting with the other diplomats on the Finalizer to prepare for upcoming negotiations. He had hoped that his missed rest cycle would have gone unnoticed, since he knew you would worry if you were aware of it.

“I have my sources,” you told him, a joking lightness in your voice. Armitage had a fairly clear idea of who your ‘sources’ were.

“It was Mitaka, wasn’t it?” You breathed a little laugh at the bemused annoyance in his tone.

“Yes,” you confirmed, your fingers tracing dizzying spirals across his chest that were making it a bit difficult for him to breathe normally. “He messaged me to ask me to come collect you from your office. I would have, but I was in meetings all shift.” Armitage huffed a small laugh.

“Well, next time you may tell the lieutenant that he should be more concerned about his own duties and less worried about what I choose to do in my personal time.” He rolled his eyes in the darkness. It was difficult for him to remain frustrated with Mitaka when he knew only too well that without his influence and insistence, he might never have met you, a possibility that he preferred not to even contemplate.

“And if I worry?” you asked softly, and Armitage could hear the current of genuine concern running through your voice. He wrapped his arms tighter around you. After so long almost completely on his own, it was still a foreign concept to have someone genuinely care about him. It never failed to make a liquid warmth spread throughout his body at the thought though. 

“Then I’ll try not to worry you,” he murmured, pressing a reverent kiss to your temple. You let out a small, contented hum. 

Armitage felt you settling against him, preparing to sleep. He trailed his fingers gently up and down your arm, lost in a web of fragmented thoughts as he often was as he tried to clear his mind. Then something occurred to him that caused his eyes to flick open. Prior to relatively recently, he had never had experience being intimate with someone; should the two of you have been using more protection? He felt slightly stupid for thinking of it so late, his cheeks pinking lightly. Of course, he was aware that the effects of a life lived primarily on space-bound Star Destroyers negatively impacted human fertility; pregnancies were exceedingly rare across the Starfleet for that precise reason. But you had spent more time planetside than most. Did that put you at a higher risk? He hated the idea of you being forced to deal with any complications as a result of his own lack of experience and foresight on this matter. But you hadn’t mentioned anything, so maybe you weren’t concerned? He should probably still ask, he decided, even as he felt embarrassment crawl through his veins. 

“Love?” he asked softly, hoping you weren’t too deeply asleep.

“Hmmm?” 

“Well, I was thinking…” Kriff, how was he ever going to articulate this to you? He was just glad you were folded against his chest and couldn’t see the humiliating blush that he could feel flushing over his skin. “Would you like— well, do you think we should use… protection? In the future?” He was atrocious at this. He bit down hard, waiting for your response, hoping he hadn’t ruined anything by suggesting it.

“Well, nothing’s going to happen,” came your sleepy response, “but I’d be happy to if it would make you more comfortable.” Armitage was slightly surprised by the amount of confidence in your answer. He hated to leave anything to chance though, especially where you were concerned. He cleared his throat.

“I know it’s exceedingly rare, but technically it is possible,” he said quietly, remembering the sparse handful medical leaves he had needed to approve for just such a reason. 

“But I’m sterilized, so it’s not a risk for us,” you murmured against him, your tone slightly flatter than usual, something Armitage heard instantly, even through the softness of sleep in your voice.

What? He replayed your words. The way you said them made it seem like it was something Armitage already knew. Did he know that? He searched back through his memory, coming up with nothing. He would have remembered that. Unlike with some people, he always listened to you when you spoke to him. 

Then he was besieged by panic. Should he have known that? Before he initiated anything intimate with you? He suddenly felt incredibly stupid for not knowing what that meant for you. Of course he knew what it meant in the abstract, but physically, were there any affects for you? Had you gotten it done because you had a condition of some kind that he should have thought to ask about? That happened sometimes, right? Kriff, had he hurt you without knowing it? And you didn’t tell him because you felt it was too personal, or you didn’t want to talk about it? Stars, were you in pain? His heartbeat increased rapidly and his breathing grew unsteady as these worries began to spiral through his mind. As much as it terrified him, he needed to ask you – he needed to know that you were alright.

“Does it—does it hurt?” What a pathetic question. Kriff, he felt like such an idiot. You shifted slightly in his arms, and he sensed that you had moved to look at him. He hoped you couldn’t see the way his face was nearly scarlet.

“What?” You blinked your eyes open, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. Armitage propped himself up slightly, struggling to compress his multitude of fears into words.

“Well, it’s just that I—well, I didn’t know… about… that. And I didn’t know what that… meant for you, and—and I just wanted to make sure that I wasn’t—well, that I didn’t hurt you or… anything.” As if it wasn’t already humiliating enough that he barely knew enough about the subject to even conceive of what to ask you, his words came out hopelessly scrambled and utterly inelegant. Kriff, he was making a complete mess of this.

“Oh.” Your voice was very small suddenly. Armitage instantly felt ill. “I thought you knew about it. From my medical file. I thought you had seen it there when I was injured.” There was something in your tone that was setting off warning sirens in his head. Something was wrong, but he had no idea how to ask what it was. 

“No, I—I didn’t.” When you had been hurt, he had been so completely consumed with worry about that that he had never even thought to dig deeper into your file. Anyway, that would have felt like too much of an intrusion. “But it’s completely fine— I don’t, I mean—we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I just—I just wanted to make sure that there’s not… something that I should—that I should know about – kriff, not because it bothers me, but just because I know sometimes people have that done to help some underlying condition and I just—kriff I just want to know that I’m not hurting you.” His ungainly, ill-articulated rush of pathetic words was so much less than the care you deserved that he wanted to bite his tongue until it bled. Stars, he was awful at this. You just looked at him in confusion for a long moment as he attempted to assemble a sentence that would clarify what he was trying to ask. Then you seemed to parse his meaning.

“You want to know why I had it done? To make sure I don’t have a condition that might be worsened by us… being intimate?” He nodded. Armitage was so relieved that you had managed to draw the meaning out of his nearly incoherent jumble of words, but his panic was also increasing by the second. Your voice didn’t sound like you. You sounded… remote, detached. A rising tide of nausea filled his stomach.

“The procedure…” you started before your voice broke slightly. There was something about this that was so wrong, but Armitage could not figure out what it was. You pushed yourself up to a sitting position then, and he noticed instantly that you were shaking slightly. Then you spoke again, eyes focused somewhere off in the darkness of the room: “It wasn’t my choice.”

Those four words hit him like blaster bolts, slicing though him as their meaning sank in. It wasn’t my choice. The horrifying words combined with the hollowness in your voice as you said them were now making Armitage truly sick. He had nearly reached the point of complete panic. What did that mean? How and when did this happen? Were you alright? Oh kriff, were you alright? But he didn’t know how to voice any of these questions in a way that wouldn’t hurt you further. 

“What?” That was the word that escaped his mouth, breathless with horror. He wasn’t even sure he had meant to say it; it was more an externalization of his flurry of terrified thoughts than a question he had actually meant to pose to you. Your eyes found his then for a brief moment, and the pain he saw in them was enough to make him feel like his ribs were closing in on his lungs. He didn’t need to ask to know that you were not alright. Before he could retract the question and figure out what he needed to do to best comfort you, you were answering him, your tone so cut off from the usual warmth of your voice that Armitage feared he might start to collapse in on himself with the weight of his worry for you.

“I did actually have a condition. Before.” Your gaze had turned away from him again, your eyes unfocused and distant. “Nothing serious. Something I had always had, it just became more obvious around the time I graduated from the academy. It turned out it was easy to treat actually, just some pills. I knew… I knew that sterilization was another option, but I—I didn’t want that, so I just took the meds. Everything was fine.” Armitage’s full attention was fixed on you. He wasn’t even sure he was breathing. You didn’t want it. Another wave of nausea crashed through him.

“But then they transferred me back to a Star Destroyer for the first time. And it went… badly, as you know.” You flicked your eyes to him briefly at that, and he was rocketed back to the first time he read your psych file, and then to what you had told him over dinner on his first official date with you. He tried to swallow the bile that was rising in his throat. Stars, what had happened? He knew it had been horrible for you, but to think that it was even worse? That there was something so painful you hadn’t even been able to share it with him? Kriff, he wanted to reach out to you so badly, but he was frozen in place, icy panic congealing in his veins and fixing him where he sat.

“They wanted to put me on stims to make me marginally functional again, but they couldn’t combine them with the meds I was already on. So they told me I would need to go through with the sterilization process so that my condition would be resolved and they could prescribe me the stims.” Your face, which had remained hauntingly expressionless until that moment, finally crumpled. The expression of pain on your features was enough to break Armitage from his horrified stillness. On instinct to do whatever he could to comfort you, he reached a hand out and rested it tentatively on your shoulder. He could feel you trembling. He thought he was going to throw up from the utterly horrifying sight of you in such anguish. You reacted to his hesitant but sincere gesture immediately, turning to look at him. Your eyes were flooded with tears. Armitage gripped the sheets in his fist.

“I appealed it.” Your voice was much softer then, shattering quietly into a thousand pieces. Armitage could feel the fissures as though they were splitting through his own body. “I begged them to reassign me to field work, because then I wouldn’t need to be on the stims. But my new commanding officer on the ship was some ex-Imperial, and he said that’s not how he ran things, that he didn’t give into the foolish whims of his officers for such silly, unimportant reasons.” Armitage felt like a shot of pure, unadulterated rage had been injected directly into his bloodstream, swirling and fizzing with the other roiling emotions in his body in a sickening cocktail until he was fairly certain he might actually throw up.

“So I went to see him in his office, to try and convince him in person. Kriff, it was so stupid of me. I cried, because of course I did – I was so desperate. But he signed his denial of my appeal right in front of me. And he said—well he said—” The expression on your face was beyond tormented, and Armitage noticed your hand flex subconsciously over your lower abdomen, no doubt where the procedure had taken place. He was seconds away from either vomiting all over the bed from the onslaught of emotions that were coursing through him or asking you for the officer’s name and picking up his blaster on the spot. You took a shuddering breath, tears finally leaking down your cheeks. 

“He said it was good that I would be sterilized since he would hate to think of me producing more ineffective, pathetic, weak officers like me.”

Armitage barely registered leaving the room as he found himself in the refresher, braced against the sink and heaving bile into the basin. There were no thoughts left to him – all he knew was the utter anguish he felt for you and the all-consuming rage that burned like fire through his bloodstream. He was flushing his mouth with water, trying to return some sense of reason to his mind, when he heard your voice.

“Armitage?” His name on your lips was so quiet outside the refresher door. He came back to himself in pieces. Kriff, you needed him. You were in agony and all he wanted was to hold you to him until he could make everything right again. He sent the door whizzing open instantly. 

You were standing just outside, face now completely soaked with tears that continued to pour from your eyes. You had wrapped your arms around your body, folding in on yourself slightly. You were shaking uncontrollably. Before Armitage could force even a sound past his lips, you were speaking, your words coming out in a breathless, desperate, sobbing rush:

“Armitage, I’m so sorry – I thought you knew. I didn’t—I promise I didn’t mean for it to be a secret. I would have told you but it’s just—it’s so hard for me to talk about and I just thought you had seen it in the files.” If it was even possible, you began crying even harder then, collapsing even further into yourself, hand curling over your lower abdomen as though to hide it from him. “And I understand if this changes things for you and if you—if you don’t want me like that anymore and kriff I’m just so sorry. Stars, I should have told you earlier, so you would have known before—before you decided you wanted to be with me – and now I’ve ruined everything and I’m so sorry. But I—I can go now if you want me to – do you—should I—should I just leave?”

It took Armitage a hideously long moment to figure out why the kriff you were apologizing to him. Then he found your eyes and saw them drowning in an unbearable mixture of agonized sorrow and utter shame. In a sickening blast of clarity he realized that you thought he was ashamed of you, disgusted by you, that he didn’t want you in the same way anymore. He could have thrown up again at that horrifying thought had he not understood that he needed to reassure you instantly that none of that was true.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he stepped forward slowly, almost afraid he might startle you with the way you were shaking. Carefully, tenderly, he reached out his hands to cradle your face, desperately hoping you wouldn’t pull away. He could still see the pain in your wide eyes, and he hoped whatever shame you were feeling wouldn’t cause you to shrink away from his touch. He needed to show you that you had no reason to be ashamed. He silently thanked the stars when you let him slide his fingers gently across your tear-stained face until his palms cupped your cheeks. Kriff, you were shaking so hard. You were so fragile under his touch that he almost feared he might break you. He could not let that happen.

“Love,” he started quietly, hoping his favorite term of endearment for you would help prove the truth of his words, “this changes nothing for me. The only reason I care about this at all it because it hurt you, and I—I can’t bear the thought of that.” The end of his sentence came out strangled as he forced himself to be completely honest with you. You deserved that, and far more besides. He felt you shudder slightly at his words, your eyes searching his face as though trying to prove to yourself that they really were true.

He wasn’t sure there was anything further he could say to convince you, since he had spoken the absolute truth, but perhaps there was something he could do. It was just the fleeting flash of an instinct, and he hoped to the stars that it was the right one. 

With all the tenderness in him, he slid his hands away from your face, letting them brush lightly down the length of your body as he fell to his knees in front of you. He could feel you watching him with wide, uncertain eyes. His hand found where yours was still pressed against your abdomen, and his feeling of intense nausea returned as he discovered that your fingers were digging into your skin deeply enough that they were likely leaving marks under the fabric of your sleep clothes, as though you were trying to tear yourself apart. Armitage swallowed the sickness that threatened to rise into his throat again and gently slotted his fingers into the spaces between yours. He was beyond relieved when the gentle insistence of his touch encouraged you to release your grip, letting him pull your hand away. Stars, he hoped this was the right thing to do.

He moved intentionally slowly, so slowly that you could easily have stopped him if you had wanted to, giving you space to refuse. With such great care, he pulled the black fabric away, revealing the soft skin beneath. Your sobs had stopped by now, and he could feel the way your breathing stuttered under his careful, adoring touch. When he was assured that you didn’t want him to stop, he leaned forward, pressing a line of reverent kisses to the tender skin that your hand had hidden. Any scars the procedure had left behind were long gone, no doubt dissolved almost immediately with the application of a bacta patch, but he could guess well enough where they might have been. 

At the first touch of his lips to your bared skin, you inhaled a sharp breath. Armitage hesitated for a moment, but you didn’t pull away. He continued then, bringing one hand up to gently grasp your waist, steadying himself and holding you to him. He closed his eyes, letting his lips savor the warmth of you beneath him, trying to infuse each kiss with all the love he felt. Stars, he hoped you could feel it.

Then your hand was in his hair, your fingers so light as they moved, still trembling, through the red strands. Armitage could have collapsed with relief; he knew you believed him. He sensed you bend slightly over him, melting into the sensation of his lips on your body. He allowed himself to be more fervent then, leaving a wandering trail of warm, adoring kisses on every inch of bare skin he could reach. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles over your hip as his mouth continued to travel lovingly across your skin. You had to know that he utterly adored you, no matter what.

A soft sound fell from your mouth, and while he usually would have taken that as a signal to keep going, he also felt you move against him, and so – hyperaware of wanting to give you any space you might need – he relaxed his hold on you and lifted his lips from your skin. The next second you were on the floor in front of him, much of your usual beloved warmth back in your expression. Armitage could have cried at the sight.

“It really doesn’t bother you?” you breathed. The remnants of tears still glimmered in your eyes, but even as you asked the question, Armitage could see very little actual doubt in your gaze. He thanked the stars that you had blessed him with the gift of trusting him so fully. He was determined that it was a trust you would never need to feel was misplaced.

“Not at all,” he responded, making sure you could hear the weight of certainty in his words. He reached his hand up to cradle your face, running his thumb tenderly along your cheek. The gesture caused just the smallest hint of a smile to form at the corners of your lips, and his heart performed a little flip in his chest.

“I—I am sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, though,” you said softly, your smile faltering a little, “I shouldn’t have assumed you knew.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Armitage’s response was instant. He needed you to know that there was nothing about this that was your fault. “The only thing that would have changed if I had known earlier is that the personnel who were involved with doing this to you would have been dealt with by now.” He typically tried to keep his more vengeful impulses from you, but he wanted you to know that he would ensure that there were consequences for this. He would just remain vague on what those consequences would be.

“Armitage, I—thank you, but you don’t have to do anything. It was years ago now. I’m usually—I’m usually better about it than this.” Well, you hadn’t explicitly asked him not to do anything, so he would go forward with the plans he was constructing, even if you didn’t need to know the details of those plans.

“Love, you don’t have to be ‘better’ about this,” he assured you. He stopped himself from saying that he’d happily arrange things so that you could use that miscreant of an Imperial as target practice. Although the thought of that reviled man did remind Armitage of something else he wanted to tell you.

“And what that maggot masquerading as an officer said to you,” he started, noticing the way your face crumpled slightly at the memory, “could not be farther from the truth. The Starfleet would be lucky if its officers were even half as intelligent, dedicated, and considerate as you.” He wasn’t always good at getting such genuine words to leave his mouth, even as he believed them deeply. But the knowledge that you needed to hear them was enough of an impetus for him to ensure they exited his lips with enough confidence that you might be able to believe the truth of them.

You rocked forward then, throwing your arms around his neck. He caught you happily, wrapping you in his embrace and pulling you closer. Stars, he never got tired of holding you to him, the comforting weight of you pressed against him, the warmth of you sinking into his body.

“Thank you, Armitage,” you murmured against his ear. In response, he pressed a kiss to your hairline, soaking in your sweet, contented hum that followed. He held you for a long moment, savoring the feeling of you in his arms.

“I think we should go back to bed,” he whispered eventually, “you need your rest.” His heart soared when he heard your light laugh that followed his words.

“I’m not the one who missed my rest period last cycle,” you reminded him, that lovely playful lilt back in your voice. Armitage couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright,” he admitted, pulling back from you slightly, “I need my rest.” He found it very unlikely that he would actually be able to sleep, but he would gladly lay in bed with you wrapped in his arms until next cycle. 

“Very true, General,” you concurred, eyes sparkling as you used his title. Stars, he loved you so much.

You unfolded yourself from the floor, and Armitage echoed the motion, following you as you padded back into the bedroom and slid under the covers. He joined you then, and you instantly curled into his waiting arms, resting your head against his chest. 

“You’re sure you don’t mind?” you whispered into the darkness, just the slightest quaver in your voice. Armitage tightened his grasp on you slightly, letting one hand trail softly up and down your arm.

“I’m absolutely certain,” he promised, hoping you could hear the truth in his words. You seemed to, since you tucked yourself further against him.

“I love you, Armitage,” you murmured. He could feel the movement of your lips where your face was pressed to his chest. That familiar warm hum began to spread throughout his body.

“I love you too,” he breathed. He still struggled with getting those precious words to leave his mouth sometimes, but he wanted to make sure you heard them now. The happy sigh that left your lips as you settled against him told him that he had succeeded.

Armitage’s eyes traced the sharp, regular lines of the dark metal ceiling as he felt your breathing eventually deepen into sleep. He knew far too much now to think that he stood any chance of getting rest. The simmering, fiery rage that he had repressed in order to give you the comfort you deserved had reignited in his bloodstream. He needed to do something.

As gently as he could, he maneuvered himself to where he could pull his datapad from the bedside table, moving slowly and carefully so as not to wake you. He flipped the device open with the hand that wasn’t still wrapped around you. His first task was finding the name of that scum who had treated you so horrifically. A quick perusal of your personnel file and your previous assignments quickly yielded the name. It wasn’t one Armitage had heard before, so he dug further, finding a list of infraction reports filed against him, primarily for ignoring First Order protocols because ‘that wasn’t what was done in the Empire.’ Armitage would have snorted if he wasn’t worried about waking you. The Empire’s time was long over. As was this officer’s, he mused as he sent a meeting request to Captain Opan.

The next part was going to hurt far more, Armitage realized, but he still needed to know. With a steadying breath, he entered his credentials to access your medical files. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should go further. But you thought he had already gone deep enough into your records to know about the procedure, so it seemed like you didn’t mind. The reports that greeted him were all ones recording the recovery process for your injury from the blast. He sorted the files in reverse chronological order.

He was met with birth records, noting your life day, a date that he had already memorized and added permanently to his calendar. He flipped rapidly through your childhood and academy records, not wanting to be too invasive. Most were just yearly medical check-in reports accompanied by a few here and there for assorted minor injuries. The volume of files increased significantly around the time of your graduation from the academy and your first deployment to the field.

He quickly flicked through the years of records for your regular medical exams, noticing the sexual activity reports that accompanied them, trying not to look to closely, but noting that, as he expected, yours were as blank as his were. He instantly remembered the rest period when you had both agreed to go further, the way you had pulled back from him shyly, your whole body trembling with embarrassment, admitting that you had never done this before, that you had no idea what to do. He recalled kissing the murmured apologies from your lips, flooded with relief that you had gathered the courage to tell him, since it was the brave honesty of your words that had finally allowed him to confess that the same was true for him. You had looked at him for a moment, eyes wide with disbelief and nervousness before you had enthusiastically assented to his breathless, faltering suggestion that you could both figure it out together, folding yourself happily back into his embrace. The idea that he was your first and only the same way you were his was beginning to make him feel quite warm. Kriff, he needed to focus.

Between these yearly exam reports, he found the files documenting your condition. He winced to see that you had reported experiencing pain and discomfort, and had treated it with painkillers, but those weren’t always enough. There were lab and exam results that Armitage couldn’t make much sense of with his limited medical knowledge, but he did find the file documenting the diagnosis and your treatment options. Then there was the prescription for the meds you had mentioned, and finally the volume of reports thinned considerably during your first field work deployment. In addition to your yearly exams, there were regular testing panels and lists of preventative injections, not at all surprising for someone working planetside. He skimmed through these rapidly, searching for your first Star Destroyer reassignment.

The first file that greeted him from that time period was the psych report he had read so long ago. At the time, he had never thought to look for more. As he had seen, there was a recommendation of stims, but it wasn’t until he flipped to the next file that he saw the conflict between the two medications that you had described. In cold, impersonal text, the medic had detailed the incompatibility between the stims and the meds you were already taking, recommending sterilization to resolve your condition and thus allow the prescribed stims to be administered. Armitage was beginning to feel ill again. He took a deep breath.

The next file was your appeal of the decision. Reading through your words, he was consumed with nausea. The writing was incredibly professional, but he could hear your desperation behind the polished language. You highlighted the fact that you hadn’t needed any stims while doing fieldwork, arguing that reassigning you would actually conserve those medical resources and negate the need for any procedure. It was the path of argumentation that he would have taken too, had he been in your position. A slicing pain cut through him at the thought that for all the time and care you had clearly taken in writing the appeal, it still hadn’t worked. He just knew that behind the professional mask of your words, there had no doubt been nights of agony as you tried desperately to figure out how best to make them listen. The image of you crying yourself to sleep alone in your quarters on an unfamiliar Star Destroyer was beginning to make his breathing choppy and irregular. He flipped to the next file.

It was your commanding officer’s denial of the request. Armitage could barely read it for the glaze of red that had come over his eyes, the datapad beginning to shake from how hard he was gripping the device. There was hardly anything to read anyway – that miscreant hadn’t even taken the time to write anything other than the standard appeal denial. His signature at the bottom of the page was more than enough proof for Armitage though; he knew exactly who had done this to you and who would now face the consequences.

Then was the report of the procedure. Armitage almost skipped over it altogether, partially because it looked like a customary operation report that wouldn’t tell him much, but mostly because he wasn’t sure he could bear the image that would certainly be conjured in his mind of you in surgery again – all the more horrifying now because he knew you hadn’t wanted it. But a medic’s note at the bottom of the standard text caught his eye. Immediately upon reading it he wished he hadn’t. 

“Patient was in acute distress – nearly hysterical. A much higher dose of sedatives than usual was required to complete the procedure.”

Armitage let the datapad fall to his side, pressing a hand to his mouth to hold down the sickness that was welling in his throat. He could envision the scene with such sickening clarity: you sobbing in the exam room, likely begging them not to go through with the procedure, saying whatever you thought might convince them to stop. The medics administering sedatives until you were no longer lucid enough to resist. Maybe he should add them all to the list of names he would discuss with Opan. With a shuddering breath, he opened his datapad again.

Flipping away from the procedure report that he could no longer stand to look at, he saw a few files documenting your brief recovery from the procedure, then another psych file and a prescription for stims, written after your physical recovery was deemed complete. He read the dosage and then reread it. There was no way that was correct. He flicked back to the first psych report just to confirm for himself that he wasn’t hallucinating. It wasn’t his imagination; the new recommended dose was double what had originally been proposed. 

With his breathing rapidly increasing, he skimmed the new psych file. Horror shot through his veins as he read through the notes.

“Patient’s condition has worsened considerably since last report.”

“Patient reports and demonstrates self-destructive tendencies not previously observed or recorded.”

“Without recommended dosage of stims, the patient would be considered borderline nonfunctional.”

Your words from your first official date with him came back in a rush: I just became a complete shell of myself. I didn’t want to do anything – sometimes I couldn’t do anything. That made everything worse. They sent me to psych and gave me a bunch of stims. I could do things then, but I just felt hollow. Like a droid or something.

He had to close his eyes and regulate his breathing. It hadn’t just been about your struggle to transition to life aboard a Star Destroyer, it had been about this too. His stomach tied itself in knots as he remembered the way you had started crying just a little, hiding your face from him as you tried to fight with your own emotions. Kriff, there was no way you weren’t thinking about this as well. He felt truly sick as he considered the fact that you might have been afraid to tell him for fear that he wouldn’t want to see you again if he had known. Even as he bit down, an ugly, strangled sound that was almost a sob escaped his mouth. How long had you been worried about that? Stars, he was so glad that you hadn’t let it stop you, but even the knowledge that such a fear may have lingered in the back of your mind was enough to increase the roiling nausea in his stomach.

He turned back to your files then, needing to finish what he started even as he felt disgusted by everything he read. You must have lived on the incredibly high dose of stims for a while before the medics realized they weren’t going to be able to take you off the medication while you were still working on a Star Destroyer. He found your reassignment letter then, with an attached file from psych stating that your required stim levels were becoming “a drain on medical resources,” and that reassignment to the field would likely ameliorate that problem. He tried to keep himself from physically shaking with rage.

As though you hadn’t told them that. As though your clearly worded appeal letter hadn’t made that abundantly transparent. He clenched his hand into a fist and pressed it to his forehead as he tried to steady his breathing, needing to do something with the furious energy that was pulsing through him. So they had done this to you for kriffing nothing. They made you go through everything only to do what you had originally begged them to do. He made note of the names of all the medics involved. There would be consequences for them too.

The final relevant files were a distressing record of the fact that it took you nearly a year to come off the stims, even though you had returned to active fieldwork as you had requested. He didn’t even want to imagine what that must have been like for you. He scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to figure out what to do with this information. You shifted against him slightly then, bringing him back to the present. You were here. And he wanted to be there for you.

He turned the device off and placed it back on the table before adjusting himself slightly in bed so he could wrap both arms around you again. Even in your sleep, you seemed to notice the change in position, since you tucked yourself even further into his embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple with the silent promise that he was going to make this right.

[imasimpforshanks]

party games they’d play as an excuse to kiss you

ft. luffy, zoro, nami, ace, law, shanks

a/n: MY MUM SAW ME WRITING THIS HHHAHAHHAHAUAHAHAHAHAHAHH IT WAS SO FUNNY 💀💀💀💀💀 yeah um so idk what this is but it was actually really fun to think about lmfaoooooo

luffy - kissing tag - pretty self explanatory game, it’s tag, but to get the other person in you have to kiss them. imma be real here, he didn’t actually play this game as an excuse to kiss you. he just heard the word ‘tag’ and was like ���hell yeah!!!! TAG IS SO FUN!” but then he saw people kissing one another and then something just clicked “WAIT I WANT TO TAG Y/N!!” so then he asks to be in next and immediately chases you down smiling and laughing as you run away laughing just as much as he is then he grabs you, wrapping his arms around you, smiling as bright as the sun as places a quick kiss on your lips “HAHA YOU’RE IN NOW!”

zoro - seven minutes in heaven - a classic party game so im not gonna explain the rules of it. he’d play this game for a few reasons. firstly, he loves how jealous it makes sanji seeing the two of you locked away in a closet! zoro is such a little shit. but the biggest thing is that it’s private!!!! it’s just you and him. no one else is peeping or interrupting the two of you and that fact alone makes him a lot more comfortable (he’s not one for intimacy or PDA in front of others).

nami - spin the bottle - another classic game, not gonna explain the rules to this one either. i think nami really enjoys the thrill of this particular game. going into it she knows there’s not a 100% chance that she’ll get to kiss you, but that makes it all the more exciting!! her heart is racing as the bottle she just spun slows down. and the second it stops on you, her breath hitches. it’s the moment she’s been waiting for. she smirks at you as you both lean across the circle, your lips meeting in the very centre.

ace - guess who - a simple game where one person is blindfolded and has to try and guess the person who is kissing them. he sees you being chosen to be blindfolded first and he absolutely cannot help himself so he pushes ahead to be the first one to kiss you in the game. he finds something so attractive about you being blindfolded n having to guess it’s him. it’s a challenge and he goes all out feeling ridiculously proud when he pulls away and you breathlessly say his name.

law - truth or dare - very straightforward game, petty classic so im not gonna explain the rules lmao. i thought this would be the most fitting for law but im not entirely sure why????? i don’t particularly believe he’d voluntarily play (he’s not really a party games type of guy) so, when his crew sees you happily participating in this game, they come up with a ‘genius’ idea. they don’t even give law the option of choosing truth, instead saying “we dare you to kiss y/n.” he goes to scold them, until he sees you blushing slightly and avoiding his gaze, so he mumbles a “fine then” trying to ignore his rapidly increasing heartbeat as he leans in to kiss you.

shanks - pass the card - bunch of people are in a circle and have to pass a card around the circle by sucking it so it holds to their lips and then passing it to the next persons lips. shanks loves this game, he switches spots with person who would be passing the card to you, so he can be the one to pass it instead. being the cheeky mf that he is, as soon as he gets the card he’s turning to pass it to your lips but just before you reach him he drops the card (intentionally of course) so he can kiss you properly, chuckling a little into the kiss as he hears the complaints around him “you did that on purpose!” “C’mon man!!!” he can’t help but give you a little wink and a fake apology after “im so sorry about that, the card just slipped.” you just playfully roll your eyes in response.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE I REPEAT HOBI IS WORKING WITH JCOLE AHHHHH

Our boys are really industry heavyweights at this point, aren’t they BPP???? They really just out here casually collabing with their favorite artists growing up like Hobi just dropped the news that he collabed with The J.Cole the day before his single drops 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Am I wrong to think that they really earned these artists respect for them to even think to collab with them????Like I doubt J.Cole needs Hobi/BTS clout lmao and even Erykah Badu came out to do a song with Namjoon and I’m convinced Chris Martin is in love with Jin atp lmao like atp I’m convinced that RIHANNA X RAPLINE OR BEYONCE X JIMIN ISNT A FARFETCHED DREAM OF US DELULUS LIKE ITS NOT AN IMPOSSIBILITY BUT A REAL POSSIBILTY NOW

IM SO PROUD AND I LOVE THIS FOR THEM YOU GO BOYS

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Ask 2: OMG I LOVE THAT TEASER MELODY!!!!!!! I think Imma love that song!! I'm so excited (and sad. AND WITH JCOLE HIS INSPIRATION OMMMMGGGGG I'm so happy. I'm SO giddy. lol I'm really glad to have this music. I needed them cuz I'm doing a competition on release day. I was feeling anxious. If it's going to be blue side esque, I'll just listen to this nonstop to calm myself down. Also Jimin Tiffany?? He looks fantastic. I hope there's ads, I'll go to the shops just to see him (I HATE both usually lol)

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Ask 3: BPPPPPPPPP I'M CRYING THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING EVERYTTHING I LOVE HIM WITH ALL MY HEART

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Ask 4: Jermaine Lamarr Cole respects Jung Hoseok and made a song with him fuck I'm gone. Bpp, how you feeling?

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Hi Anon(s),

I don't even know where to begin.

I just wrote possibly what is my most effusively adoring Jimin post and maybe it's also the lack of sleep making me slightly delirious but I nearly burst into tears just now trying to reply to you talking about Hobi. Because y'all, my emotions are completely fried right now. Hobi has completely wrecked and destabilized me with On The Street. Part of the reason I'm here is because of how happy I feel, and it is 100% the result of his music, that song in particular, and what it confirms to me for the umpeenth time about who Hoseok is.

Y'all, I'm so happy for him. Like I'm sitting on my couch, wig off, feet up, running my hands down my face every two seconds through my hair clutching my fro to ground myself while On The Street plays on surround sound.

Everything about On The Street is perfect. I'll write an actual review once I've calmed down but Jesus it's so fucking good.

J Cole is an artist notorious for pulling no punches and being real with the music he makes and who he makes it with. Like Jermaine is one of a handful of rappers that Kendrick gives full cred to. I've been fighting the urge to scream since this song dropped like y'all have no idea how incredible, how legendary this collaboration is precisely because of the sort of artist both J Cole and J-hope are, and I can only imagine how Hobi feels right now.

All the guys are meeting their heroes and rather than it being an unpleasant experience, they've all developed so much as artists already that their first collaborations with their heroes is mutually satisfying and underpinned by mutual respect.

Everything about this song is so beautiful and I hope you're able to enjoy listening to it very often.