#incoming 2024

[inmydr3amz]

Could you write a bailey's sister! Make out with benj nielsen?

°⋆｡right in front of you

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✦ synopsis: in which benj realizes the right girl has been right in front of him all along

⟡ content warnings: none just fluff!

✦ word count: 1223

✮⋆ a/n: sorry this took me so long ive been busy w school 😭😭 also idk if this is what u had in mind. If not, feel free to drop another request w more details!! ⋆✮

p.2

You hate your sister for a lot of things: the fact that she doesn't let you wear her make-up, or her clothes, the fact that she's embarrassed to be seen with you, the fact that she still calls you her "baby sister" even though you're 15 now and only a year younger than her anyway, the fact that Benj has been in love with her for years even though she has this weird push and pull thing with him where she treats him like shit but then acts like she likes him when she doesn't actually give two shots about her him and just like the attention all the while you've always been right there.

One thing you don't hate about her, though, is the fact that she drops you off at the Nielsens' when she picks Alyssa up to hang out because it comes with a perk—you get to spend the day with Benj.

You've been best friends your entire lives because while your sisters were casting you off to the side, you were hanging out with each other.

And still, the idiot has heart eyes for the one sister who doesn't look his way, when all you've ever done is see him.

Your sister is a stupid jerk, you're sure of it, a damn toxic bitch, too—pulling the sweetest boy you've ever known along for the flattery then tossing him away when she's bored, or finds someone else, or simply when they're at school because she's embarrassed to be seen around Freshmen when she's literally just a Sophmore.

Sisterly love and all that—but that doesn't mean you have to like her.

It's getting to you now, like it always does, and it's bubbling up, up, up, 'till it just comes out—

Saturday afternoon. Rainy. Cold. You're laying on Benj's bed, staring at the ceiling, legs draped over the edge. You're wearing one of his sweaters. You listen to the sound of the rain tapping against the window, the glass cold to the touch.

He's sitting next to you, so close you can feel his body heat, and the mattress dips under your head whenever he bounces his thigh. He has his lower lip between his teeth, muttering little swears. Hands grip the controller, eyes trained on the shooter game displayed on the T.V. in front of him.

He groans and mutters a soft "Fuck." as he loses, tipping back a little.

You just can't take it. You really, really can't—

"Hey, Benj?"

He pulls one side of his head seat away from his ear. "Hmm?" he hums, looking down at you.

"Why do you like my sister?"

His face flushes—not because you're not supposed to know. He knows you know; he told you himself. You still remember the day: 4th grade, when he'd started chasing frogs. His face was red from running around when he met you under the slide at recess. Bailey and Alyssa were on the seesaw. He'd leaned over and said, "I like someone." You got excited because you thought it might be you. And then he said it was your sister. Your relationship with her has been strained ever since.

No, he just didn't expect it. You can tell because he's choking on air when normally he loves talking about Bailey.

He coughs one more time to clear his throat. "What?" he asks, strained.

You sit up to be eye-level with him and play with the sleeves of his hoodie you're wearing. It even smells like him—shampoo and lotion and vanilla.

"Bailey. Why do you like her? She's a bitch."

"Oh, come on," he says, and there's an amused glint in his eyes. He knows you and your sister don't get along. He and Alyssa don't get along very well, either. "I know o don't have the best relationship with my own sister, either, but don't you think you're being a little mean?"

"Benj, seriously." You're sounding upset now.

He was going to start a new game—but he stops short hearing your curt tone. He puts his controller down and hooks his headset around his neck. "Y/N, what's going on?"

You take a shaky intake of breath, feeling tears start to prick at your eyes—and your jaw start to set the more you think about your sister. "How do you like Bailey? She doesn't even like you. Hell, she's embarrassed by you!" you exclaim, throwing your hands around.

His face furrows with confusion, then intense with a flicker of pain. He slumos back. "You're being mean," he says softly, defeated. You hate seeing him defeated. He's too nice to look defeated.

You chew on the inside of your cheek hard to fight off how queasy you feel. "I'm not trying to be mean, Benj. I just don't think you should waste your time on her." When I'm right here.

When I actually appreciate you.

When I actually love you.

Even with that sad, puppy dog face, he still has a little awestruck glow in his eyes. "Because she just . . ." He sighs dreamily. "She's great, you know? She's pretty, and funny, and—"

You've taken this for years now. You can't. Not today.

You kiss him.

It's mindless, really. Your body leans forward of it's own accord, driven by the way you yearn for him.

His eyes widen and he just freezes, holding his hands up like he's scared to move. When it ends, and you look at him like you're a little shocked by your own actions, it hits him: he's fucking in love with you.

Sure, there's always been that Baily infatuation—but that was always the chase of the unattainable thing. It's easier to want someone you know you'll never have a chance with because then when you're rejected you don't have to confront the forever-hungry fear that maybe you're unlovable. It was never real.

But you? Oh, you . . .

You've always been real.

"Benj—" you go to say when he grabs you by the elbow and pull you into a bruising kiss. There's no hesitation this time, no freezing up. You flow right into it, melt under him as he shuffles, hand on the small of your back as he guides you to lay down. Your lips move against his like they have a mind of their own. The kiss is messy and unexperienced and it doesn't matter because it's good and it's Benj.

God, nothing has ever felt so natural.

You fist his shirt and pull his body against yours. He's half against you, holding himself up with his forearm next to your head, that hand absentmindedly playing with your hair, the other hand grabbing your waist and shifting you in time with his shifts under him and all you can think is hands, hands, hands.

Benj's hands.

Hot hands.

Hand placement.

That hand slipping under your (his) sweater to hold your bare skin.

He lets out a little desperate sound before pulling away, panting and eyes glazed over. You're panting too, loosening your grip on his shirt to press your hands flat on his chest.

Benj blinks, wets his lips. "I really have been wasting my time with Bailey," he quips breathlessly.

[juniperhillpatient]

My family watched Incoming (2024) tonight on my little sisters recommendation. I’ve got no deep commentary but it was hilarious. It’s rated R but high school freshman boys going to their first high school party is basically the premise & naturally, it gets extremely out of hand fast. Kaitlyn Olson is there, she could’ve done more but she got to go into rage mode so I was happy. Every character was kinda awful but somehow sympathetic. It felt like…. A modern Not Another Teen Movie meets Grownups meets Diary of a Wimpy Kid if it was allowed to be rated R meets Bottoms meets Blue Mountain State. So, naturally, I loved it. Honestly I’m such a fan of a movie that can get me cackling & that is so so so stupid. Love when the characters are fucking awful but somehow slightly endearing & things are raunchy & juvenile at the same time & always unhinged. Sweet spot of comedy for me honestly 😁 5/5 I got nothing lol

[maxpadelchampion]

absolutely in tears this is cinema. my man is on a MISSION

[politijohn]

Source

[ralfmaximus]

A Seattle-area guaranteed basic income pilot gave low-income residents $500 a month to help reduce poverty. Employment in the group nearly doubled, and numerous unhoused residents secured housing. The Workforce Development Council of Seattle-King County launched a 10-month guaranteed basic income pilot program with 102 participants in fall 2022. New findings by research firm Applied Inference reveal that the $5,000 total payments improved participants' quality of life, housing, and employment outcomes.

Oh gosh look: another successful UBI pilot program.

Not only was employment doubled in the test group, their savings increased, and health & life insurance coverage tripled. Many participants got health insurance for the first time.

It's time to roll this out nationwide and with more money. The return on investment is undeniable and would be huge if it applied to everyone.

[strawberryteabunny]

package arrived ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა♡

[britney-rosberg06]

[tonyloon]

Huxloween 2024 - Day 5 - Mirrors

Thank you so much again  @huxloween ! You really got me out of a multiple year long slump (especially with all the AI stuff going on, I was super demotivated) but now I see the fun again, in drawing more of this dumpsterfire <3

[teehee-vibes]

Hi guys. I’m behind on JRWI-Tober. Here’s my progress so far.

1) Riptide

2) Fave PC

3) Fave NPC

4) Campaign swap

[inmydr3amz]

May thy request for more benj content by thy poet

°⋆｡tongue tied

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✦ synopsis: in which homework just isn't as fun as fooling around with your boyfriend

⟡series: tongue tied (benj nielsen x alyssa's friend!reader)

✦ content warnings: fluff, making out, second base; mildly suggestive content, not proof read at all

⟡ word count: 922

✮⋆ a/n: thy may ⋆✮

Your phone's lock screen is a picture of you and Benj. It's a selfie you took. You're sticking your tongue out at the camera and he's sitting next to you. He's holding your hand and bringing the back of it to his mouth, kissing it. He's not looking at the camera; he's looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

You're laying across Alyssa's bed propped up on your side and she's sitting next to you, doing homework. 

Benj is laying against the pillows across from you, studying up on his newest script. It took a lot of convincing on your part to get Alyssa to let him hang out with the two of you. 

You're looking at him, spinning a pen around in between your fingers and totally ignoring your worksheet. A heavy sigh, trying to get his attention. Nothing. 

Homework is boringgg and you've been having a bit of trouble in Chemistry recently anyway. You'd much rather waste time fooling around with your boyfriend.

If he'd actually pay attention to you.

The dramatic sighing isn't working and it's only serving to piss Alyssa off enough to slap your shoulder, and so you throw your pen at him. It knocks against the back of his script then falls on his lap. He casts you a playful glare before grabbing your pen and chucking it back at you. You scoff. 

Wow.

You shuffle over across the bed much to Alyssa's disgruntlement and flop against his side, going ragdoll-limp on him. He laughs, struggling to get his arm out from under the dead weight of your body. When he finally does, he wraps it around you. 

"What are you doing?" he asks, amused. 

You hook your chin on his shoulder. "Can you help me with my Chemistry homework?"

"You realize you're ahead of me, right?"

"Yeah, but you're super smart so you can help me out."

"We're not even learning the same things. The shit you're learning is all advanced for me." He squeezes you into him and kisses your temple. "If I could I would."

You huff and cuddle up against him a little more, tuck your face into the crook of his neck. "New musical?" you ask.

"Yup."

"Lead?"

He grins. "Yup."

You smile against his skin and kiss his neck. "Good."

Alyssa gags dramatically. "You're both disgusting." She turns to Benj. "You stole my best friend. I hate you," she says as she gets up. She points an accusatory finger at the both of you. "I'm gonna drink water. Do not fuck on my bed."

You snort. "In 30 seconds?"

"I doubt he lasts any longer."

Benj flips her off. 

You roll your eyes. "How mature, the both of you."

As soon as Alyssa leaves, you pull the script out of his hands and tug on his collar, pulling him to lay half on top of you. He yelps, a hand automatically going to your hip. 

"Alyssa just told us to not fuck on her bed," she scolds but makes no move to get off you.

"We're not fucking. We're just . . ." You loop your hands around the back of his neck, bringing his face that much closer to yours. ". . . Fooling around," you finish. "It's a loophole."

He chuckles, his breath fanning against your cheek. "A loophole?" You nod. The corners of his mouth twitch up in a crooked smile. "I can get behind a loophole."

And then his mouth is on yours. His hand stays on your hip, the other trailing up your stomach to semi-nervously cup over your chest because he is a big fan of fooling around. 

His lips move off yours, kissing the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw . . . "You're so pretty," he whispers in between each brush of his lips against your skin. 

His hand on your hip skirts under your shirt, his hot palm pressing against the cool expanse of your stomach. You shiver, goosebumps spreading across your body. 

"You're getting good at this," you tease, running a hand into his hair and gripping his curls gently. 

He laughs, face in the crook of your neck now. "I've had practice." He mouths at your throat, one hand fondling your chest, the other under your shirt gripping at your side. A leg goes between your; you hook a thigh over his. He moves his hand under your clothes around you, to the small of your back, lifting and—

"I specifically asked you to not fuck on my bed," Alyssa complains, scowling and groaning. 

Benj jumps approximately three feet and scrambles off you, tucking himself into a corner of the bed and wiping at his lips, blushing. You snort, adjusting your shirt. You push yourself up and look at Alyssa: she's standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, looking decidedly disgusted. 

"We're not fucking, don't get your panties in a twist," you tease. 

She rolls her eyes. "You were getting there."

"Were not!" Benj splutters. 

"Were too!"

"Children, enough," you say, sighing at how childish they are together. "Alyssa, we were just making out a little. Nothing crazy, ok? We wouldn't do that on your bed. Just sit down and get back to your homework, yeah?"

"Fineeee," she groans, climbing back into bed where she was, grabbing her notebook. 

You keep on ignoring your homework, cuddling into Benj's side again, his arm around you as he continues studying up on his script. 

Alyssa glances up at the two of you. You aren't looking at her so she lets herself smile. Just a little. 

[littlestormofmess]

happy birthday serizawa love of my life who is sooo canonically trans he was born on trans visibility day can you believe that

these trinkets our man is sporting double as gifts i headcanon the spirits and such post canon gang would give serizawa AND things i wanna add everytime i draw him (if i remember, fingers crossed)

uhh so yeah i suck at words and i'm so very tired but shout out trans people, we are so cool and awesome 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

[eviefrie]

hello locked tomb fans. have i got a book (books) for you.

more archive undying propaganda, if this wasn't enough to convince you:

(but also if you've decided to read the archive undying, i don't know if i would recommend the libby edition? i have my libby set to "legible" and there are some font changes in the print version that did NOT show up in the ebook. obv i liked reading the ebook enough to buy the text, but as @urban-sith put it, he was lost and i was in jumanji)

[audiodramayearbook]

Audio Drama Yearbook, 2024

[sheepsgf]

the stylists should give jungwon gloves more often

[sideaccount512]

Is there a Realistic way to Remove Big Money from Politics?

[itsallpoliticsstupid]

Donald Trump has proven that he has zero diplomatic ability.

He can’t talk to anybody, his way of dealing with things is to just tariff everybody until he gets his way.

Looks like we need to buckle in for the Great Depression 2.0.