#it is 6am and I haven't gone to bed yet

[ofs-razgriz]

As a literalist, my interpretation of the second amendment is that all citizens have the right to bear arms, as in the appendage. I'll also note that it doesn't specify only two, meaning I'm 100% constitutionally justified in stealing people's arms for myself.

[christinafaaaye]

dan and phil post themselves kissing on oct 19th except it's actually ian and anthony dressed up as them instead

[zyxol]

i'm listening to fall out boy (specifically tiffany blews on repeat) and i'm having thoughts of a punk au (i wish i could draw but i can't so i need ideas for a fic)

idk why but togachako is coming to my mind for this. like imagine tortured artist himiko and punk rock girlie ochako (ooh maybe she's getting into band photography?)

and they meet at a show or something and himiko makes all sorts of art of her feelings (her style is messy and chaotic and bloody and raw and emotional) and ochako can't get himiko out of her head and it shows because at her next couple shows she photographs the photos all aim to portray the love/lovesickness angle, and by chance they encounter each other again at some point (maybe at a local underground music joint?) and bond over. like. fall out boy or something (i'll think of something else probably i just really love fall out boy can you tell) and then they fall in love or whatever idk i'm too tired to think that far ahead rn

wait one more thing w the lyrics that i want to include: himiko is the "little hot mess" with her starving artist soul and ochako always wears the same cute and classic "little black dress" to all the shows she photographs

maybe i will try to brainstorm this in the discord i am too scared to talk in... probably not though haha i am terrified and intimidated by so many good writers

[dixons-sunshine]

Okay, so now that I have chapter one of Yielding Isn't My Middle Name finished, posted and added to my masterlist, and essentially lying about the fact that I wouldn't do any writing this weekend, I'm gonna start working on some requests while working on chapter two. I'm gonna be bouncing back and forth and we'll see which one gets finished first :)

[satlun]

Vacation Boy: Johnny Utah x fem!reader

Genre: slow burn, fluff, and definitely angst Trigger Warnings: Johnny Utah's sweetness

It was a hot summer day in the middle of July that you will always remember.

Author's Note: I really love this one. I feel like I really wrote it down from my heart. It's like I put my soul into it. Yeah, I hope you guys enjoy!! ♥️

April 18, 1992 at New York

It is a move-in day for the new job you just got here after graduation, at the big city. You drop your bags and luggage on the floor immediately right at the moment you close your apartment's door. Five-hour flight from Idaho and you just finished moving your stuff in, you're really tired.

Your eyes look around the apartment. It a mess, you can't even have a bed or even a space on the floor to sleep on. You just bought a new bed today and it will deliver within two days, guess you have to sleep on the floor tonight. How bad. You kick the boxes away from your way before stepping in the middle of your room, looking around and thinking which box you should open first or maybe you just move them to one of the corners and open them tomorrow. You sigh.

And another thought kick in, maybe you should open them now before the delivery delivers your bed which is so big, too big for one person but you don't care actually. You sit down on the floor that have many boxes around you. You decide to open the boxes that you packed up your clothes first. You put your clothes into your closet and dress up at the same time. Some clothes you haven't wear it since you bought them and some clothes you haven't seen them but your mom probably packed them for you? You try the new ones on while looking at the mirror. Your eyes admire the dress you're wearing on until your gaze spots the box that says “old stuffs” through the mirror. You turn around and walk to it. You're a person who loves keeping things as your memories, postcards, letters and souvenirs.

The box that full of stuff you have collected, you smile while picking them up. Your old memories start to come into your mind. You really love this feeling, it is good if you understand. The feeling and the emotion during those moments will come across your mind. You grab many things out of the box until the last piece, your old diary which there is no page left.

You open shortly from the first page until the last page. Your eyes roam through it until you spot one page on 17th July last year.

July 17, 1991

I met a guy on the vacation... five days ago on 12th July at Latigo beach. He was a cool guy I met on the last day of my vacation. We talked and had a lot of fun there... he has pretty brown eyes and beautiful hair. I need to write about him before all the memories are gone. I don't want to forget about him. He's the most handsome guy with the most precious soul I have ever met. When he was in the sea, surfing was so amazing. Him and surfing was a bond. All of his friends were nice to me and they had their amazing goals. I wish he still thinks about me honestly even I am not that pretty but he really gets my heart...

You are lost in your memories, all the feelings get back to your mind. The beach, the wind, the sun and him...

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It was a hot summer day of the mid July at California and it was the last day of your vacation. The sun didn't rise yet since it was only 6am in the morning. You walked down the stairs from the road to the beach alone since your parents were still asleep. You wanted to see sunrise at the beach before you leave because first you had to leave so early in the next morning second Idaho doesn't have beaches third you don't go to beaches so often even beach is your favorite place.

Your eyes looked around the beach. There was no one here except a guy around your age surfing alone in the sea at this early?? Well, that was quite interesting. The water must be so cool sine the sun didn't rise yet. That was what you thought. You sat down on the sand with your casual clothes which actually were the clothes you wore last night. The beach was very quiet that you could only hear the wave and the wind, so peaceful. You always love California because your dad talked about it a lot and his favorite song is Hotel California by Eagles which your dad always listens to it since you were young. You wished you could stay here forever, you would build a small house next to the beach and you might actually start learning how to surf. You thought it was cool, how come people stand on those boards and surf on big waves? That must relate with physics but it was still cool for you. You really wanted to learn it one day.

After a while of sitting and glancing at him time to time. You know it was hard to look somewhere else when no one was there except this guy. You could say, he wasn't that good in surfing but you didn't want to judge anybody so you tried to stop thinking about this mysterious stranger guy. You distracted yourself by looking at the sun which was starting to rise. Just a little.

Right now, the guy was swimming closer to the shore. You feel a little bit nervous because there was only you here all alone and what if he says, “You stared at me. Are you a psycho?” What are you gonna do! You just hoped that he didn't notice that which was impossible. He was now walking up to the beach, seems like he was walking to you. Oh my- you felt like you just wanted to disappear. Please please please, I didn't mean to stare... what? Did he just give you a smile?

“Hi?” The guy looked down at you with a soft smile while the sky was starting to become yellow. “Hi” You answered as he slowly sat down next to you, not close. It's good since he was a completely a stranger, not bad for the first impression. “What brings you here this early?” He looked at you before rubbing his head with a towel. “The sun... and what about you?” You looked at him with his wet hair, he didn't look at you but the sun. It was raising. “If I say myself?” He said and finally looked at you once again. What does it mean ‘myself’? “You mean– you, yourself just want to be here this early. That's all?” His eyebrows raised. “A shot in the dark.” He chuckled. “It's not that hard.” You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a smile and the conversation became silent, it was awkward and he was just wiping his face with the towel. “You surf a lot?” It was a dumb question actually but who cares, you hate dead air. “Lately, yes. I'm practicing it. I just caught my first tube this morning.” You just nodded and then continued the conversation. “I always appreciate people who can surf... you know. How can people stand on that board and surf in big waves? It is just cool for me.” His chuckle was so cute... what? You mean it was soft and whatever. As if he could read your mind. “It must be something about physics but I don't know, not my type.” Not his type? It was a joke he meant he didn't even care about physics since it wasn't his favorite subject. “Then what's your type?” He could answer it in a second. “Athletic” It was obvious that he liked athletic, his body and his spirit? “I see...” The sun rose now. You could see it clearly now. You glances at your watch and it was 7am. “You live here?” His soft and deep voice interrupted you. “No. I'm on my vacation, tomorrow is my last day.” He nodded before giving you a glance. “How was your vacation?” He asked. “It was good. I had a lot of fun here.” You always love it. Everything all just gave you peace to your mind and soul. It was like another kind of healing. “I'm glad you had a lot of fun here.” His beautiful smile formed on his face again. Your heart almost skipped a beat but you tried to keep it cool. You glanced at his board. “I wish I could surf.” He believes that the only thing that is matter is ourselves. If you want to do something, you should do it. “You can try. Just do it. Do it for yourself.” You sighed in desperation. “I want to... but there's no beach back in Idaho.” “You are from Idaho?” He raised his eyebrows. “Yes” You looked at him. “I've never been there but I would love to one day.” “You should. It's great. I can tour you around.” It was a joke but what if it sounds weird... “Yeah. It would be nice.” He smiled at you and all of your concerns were gone. He is the kind of person who makes you feel comfortable while you're talking to. “It may have indoor surfing places in Idaho maybe?” he gave you an advice. “I think it has but it can't be campared to this actual sea right?" You span your arms to the sea. “The real waves and the real sea water.” His eyes followed your hand and nodded. “Yeah. You're right. This one is better.” He gave you a smile while looking at you.

For a moment, you saw him glancing at his watch, it almost 8am and he seemed like he needed to go. He grabbed his surf board and stood up, ready to leave. “Do you wanna... eat lunch together?” Did he just ask me on a date or something? Your delusions consumed you again. You hesitated at first because you just had no idea about your answer if it should be; “Yes, of course I'm so glad you ask me!!” Or “Okay, sure.” Or “no... I already have a plan” because he is still a random guy that you just met. However, he had no harm you could feel it. So, your answer was, “Sounds good. Sure. Where?” He pointed at the sidewalk restaurant near the beach which was still close now. “There” you stood up and followed his finger. “Okay. 12pm?” You asked “Yeah. 12pm.” He was about to leave but something made him stop and turn around. “I'm Johnny.” That was it, you thought he wouldn't tell you his name. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You gave him a quick smile. “Same here.” He gave you a soft smile like the first time he did before leaving.

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11.50am at California State was really hot. Your face was so sweaty, your legs rushed to the door of the sidewalk restaurant and got in. The restaurant was still hot because there was no air conditioning. You sit on a table, waiting for Johnny to come. Your clothes were changed to something prettier. Well, you didn't mean to impress anyone but yourself. Right?.... RIGHT?

After a while of waiting for him and it was already 12pm, he finally showed up in a tight grey shirt which made him look different in good way. His hair was now dry and was set perfectly. He literally could pull anybody he wanted. That was your weird thought. When Johnny spot you, he rushed to you with the same soft smile immediately. You didn't know if it was the weather or it was him that made your heart melt.

“Have you been here long?” He sat down in front of you as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” Johnny nodded as an answer before picking up a menu. “What would you like to eat today?” When it comes to food, it always be a hard decision to make. Usually, you just order the same same thing but maybe this time you should try something different. “I have no idea... could you recommend me something good?” He gave you a smile and show the menu for you. He pointed his finger on shrimp and fries. “Sure. This. Is my favorite.” It sounds good shrimp and fries. You gave him a nod and smiled at him. He has a good taste in food. “Shrimp and fries, 2 please?” Johnny called a waitress and ordered the food for you and him. It was not a date right? But you couldn't help to think it that way. He set his hair perfectly... it wasn't that necessary to do it just for eating lunch in this weather with a girl he just met. Whatever.

After the waitress went to the kitchen, Johnny started talking to you. “Where did you visit this morning?” He shot you a question. “Santa Monica Pier. There are amusement rides and many other things.” You explained to him while your eyes are looking around the restaurant and switch to him time to time. It was hard to just stare and focus on him. You meant he was kind of... handsome? It was just hard you know. “That is my favorite place when I was a kid. You like to play something exciting?” He raised his eyebrows because that is his favorite thing as well. “Oh no. Not at all. But my younger brother does so he dragged me there.” Johnny laughed at your answer. “You have a younger brother? I wish I had one.” He gave you a smile before looking out the window, watching other kids playing around the beach. “Oh please. You wouldn't like it that much.” You chuckled. “How come?” He was curious. “He is naughty and ugh so on. You will understand if you have one.” You paused for a moment before continuing to speak. “But I do wish I had an older brother.” Johnny switched his gaze on you again. He noticed your eyes that full are full of hope. “So you're the oldest?” He asked. “Yeah.” He inhaled and exhaled softly as he put his hands on the table. “Being the oldest must be very hard. You know, they have to be good at everything and also have responsibility at the same time. And we are just teenagers who just want to have fun.” He paused and notice that you were listening to him carefully so he started to tell you more about him. “I really understand that feeling. I'm an only child and the things aren't that different.” All the things he said was just right. You the oldest and it feels like everything or every weight is on your back. You have to handle it. You must. “As if you can read my mind.” You chuckled to make the conversation felt less intense. Johnny flashed his soft smile at you again. That was his deadly weapon of killing you. “How many years apart are you and your brother?” You didn't expect that even you were about to ask him about his age either. “11 years. I'm 22 and he's 11.” Johnny nodded as the waitress served us our food. “I'm 24... let's eat.” You both smiled at each other before eating his favorite food. You hadn't tried it before and it was better than you expected. Maybe stepping out of your comfort zone or the same thing you usually do aren't that bad. You try something new and you may accidentally found your new favorite things.

30 minutes later of talking and eating food, you both stepped out of the sidewalk restaurant. You looked out at the sea which the surface was reflecting the sun and the heat. “So... me and my new friends have a party tonight and the beach... if you want to join you can come.” He interrupted you. “Thank you but... I don't want to interrupt your party...” You chuckled at him. The truth was you just hate meeting new people sine you have social anxiety. “It's alright. Never mind.” He seemed like he was about to leave. So, this was gonna be your last time of seeing him?? That's it? “Maybe it's not that bad– I'll go.” His smile was formed from excitement you could tell. You wished you could make him smile forever, it was like sunshine in a daylight sky. “See you there at 7pm.” Johnny pointed at some space at the beach, and you nodded as understanding.

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The weather is completely different from the day and the night. The wind makes you feel cold. Both of your hand brush your arm while walking down the stairs. You can see a group of teenagers walking and dancing around a bonfire at the beach. It must be them, his new friends. You just hope that he was already there because it was gonna be weird if a stranger showed up at Mr.Nobody's party.

That moment Johnny saw you first. He stood up and rushed to you immediately, noticing your reaction. “Are you cold?” You just nodded and walked along with him. “Come closer to the bonfire.” He led you to the bonfire that was around by his friends. You sit down on the log he already prepared for you. Suddenly, all of his friends noticed your presence. They walked to you and started to talk. “This is Bodhi. Bodhi, this is y/n.” Johnny introduced you to the man who was a bit older than him and his blond hair was really memorizing. “Nice to meet you, Bodhi.” Bodhi just nodded before sitting next to Johnny. “Your girlfriend?” Johnny refused immediately. He didn't want you to make you feel uncomfortable at all but it was also still hard to control his friend's mouth. “No. She's my new friend.” His deep voice and the reaction of protecting over you was a thing. “I'm sorry for my mouth.” Bodhi made a joke before offering his hand to you, you shook his hand and gave a quick smile.

Bodhi was scary for you at first. However, the moment after you both had a conversation about many things, especially the 50 year storm. You started to see him differently. He wasn't that bad. He was a cool guy. You loved when he talked about the ocean and the sea. As if he was a son of a mermaid or something. His spirit that he had towards the marine life was just really cool. He was a cool guy with his big goal. You just hoped that if that time comes, he would be able to go to Bell's beach in time and achieve the ultimate ride.

An hour later, the boys and the girls decided to play football. “Come, y/n” Bodhi called you while holding a ball in his hand. “Thank you... but I prefer to watch.” Well, because you're not good at athletic at all. You didn't want to embarrass yourself as well so refusing him was the best choice. “Come on.” Bodhi tried to convince you and Johnny noticed that. He walked to you and said something quietly. “If you don't want to, it's okay. I'll talk to him.” When you heard him saying that, all the thoughts you had towards athletes were changed. Well, Johnny really affected on you that much. You hesitated for a moment and then you realized that you wanted to get out of your comfort zone and tried something new. If you accidentally embarrassed yourself then it was going to be alright since this was the last night of staying here. They were not going to remember your embarrassing moments forever. You didn't answer him back except walking into the crowd, ready to join. A smile formed on his face while his eyes followed you.

You started to play clumsily. It was kind of embarrassing but whatever. You tried to not care and it seemed work. Fun made you forget all about those thoughts. You played and you fell off over and over but you could still laugh and smile because it was really fun. Johnny always cheered you up for the whole game. “You're doing great.” Or “Keep going.” He said softly to you for the whole time.

Almost an hour later. It was 9pm. It was the time to go back to the hotel. You had to leave early in the morning and your parents must be worried about you now. “Are you leaving?” Johnny noticed that you started to look back at the hotel and wipe all the sand from your pants. “Yeah” you said. “Safe flight, y/n!” Bodhi and his friends shouted at you. You just said thank you to all of them. “I'll walk with you.” Johnny said quietly. You insisted him to stay here but he didn't listen. It was completely dark and he was worried about you.

The only sound you could hear is the waves. It was not totally dark, it still has light along the road. He was walking along the beach with you. You talked about how fun it was and how cool his friends were. He chuckled with every word you said. “So, I hope it will be one of your best memories of traveling here.” Johnny looked at you while your hair was flowing because of the wind. “It definitely is... thank you, Johnny... you really made my vacation so special.” Johnny nodded and smiled. “No problem. You deserve it.” You smiled and looked over the sea, thinking about tomorrow. You had to leave very early and you didn't think that you would see him again. “What time will you leave tomorrow?” Johnny interrupted your thoughts. “6am. I don't want to leave.” You sighed. “I wish you could stay here forever too.” That moment your heart was beating so fast. His voice, his words and the atmosphere. As if he was about to say something and you didn't want to ask him either. If he wanted he would. “I will come. Tomorrow. 6am to send you.” You raised your eyebrows immediately. Gosh, you thought this was gonna be the last time you saw him. You flashed a happy face to him. “Thank you, Johnny. It's kind of weird that I just know you for a day but... you know I feel comfortable around you and... I feel like I could talk about anything with you.” Johnny chuckled and looked at the sand that was stepped by our feet. “I feel that way too. I'm glad I know you.” And you said back immediately. “I'm glad that you said ‘hi’ to me.” You both laughed. “I saw you glanced at me... maybe you just wanted to talk?” You were caught off guard. He noticed that you actually glanced at him tome to time while he was surfing. “There was nobody there except a guy surfing. You can't blame me.” You both laughed out loud. “Sure. I can't blame you for looking at this good surfing man.” You just shook your head and shrugged your shoulders. “Don't stop alright?” He's confused. “Stop what?” “Surfing. You seem... very happy and– very concentrated while surfing. It is like you are in your own world. I think surfing really matches you.” Johnny nodded and smiled. “Sure. I will keep that in mind.”

You both finally arrived at the front of your hotel. You turn around to see him again before walking into the building. “Good night, Johnny.” He sighed and smiled at you. “Good night, y/n. See you tomorrow.” You smiled back and walked into the building, you walked and turn back and walked again. Johnny laughed at your actions. He waited for you until the elevator's doors closed and gave you a smile as you did the same then he finally turned around and walked away.

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The next morning at 5:45am. You were waiting your parents and your brother to put the luggage into the car. You said to them that you wanted to see the beach for the last time and you would be back by 6am.

You ran across the road, down to the beach, looking around hoping to see him sitting somewhere waiting for you but there was no sign of him at all. You waited and waited and waited... 5:48... 5:54... 5:58... 6:00... he didn't come as he said... as if it was all just a dream you had last night. As if it wasn't real. As if it hadn't happened... you lost in your thoughts while turning around to find him every direction. There was no one, only the sea and you.

You gave up and left.

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July 17, 1991

I met a guy on the vacation... five days ago on 12th July at Latigo beach. He was a cool guy I met on the last day of my vacation. We talked and had a lot of fun there... he has pretty brown eyes and beautiful hair. I need to write about him before all the memories are gone. I don't want to forget about him. He's the most handsome guy with the most precious soul I have ever met. When he was in the sea, surfing was so amazing. Him and surfing was a bond. All of his friends were nice to me and they had their amazing goals. I wish he still thinks about me honestly even I am not that pretty but he really gets my heart. I can't forget him and I will never forget... but why? Why didn't you come? Why didn't you send me? Why? Why Johnny...? I waited but you didn't come... you didn't...

You close your diary and smile to yourself in tears. Nothing you can do except the memories that have left in your mind. You will never be able to forget him. His smile, his eyes and his spirit. You don't think you will ever find anyone like him anymore. You wish you could go back in that time to see him again, to start it all over again.

How is he now? What is he doing? Is he still live in California? Does he still remember you? These thoughts don't stop coming across your mind. All you can do is imagine, imagine that he is alright, he is still surfing, he is still in California and he is still remember you. And you will never know that your imaginations are true or not...

END (Don't be sad I still have end credits down below)

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Fun facts: you can skip this part lol. It's not necessary.

The diary part was inspired from my own diary that I wrote about a foreign man I met a year ago at a beach. This is the actual text: Monday, 17 July 2023 I'mma talk about my vacation boy that I met him on 12 July at ____ beach. Damn, he's my type. We accidentally made eye contact two times. He has tanned skin and pretty face. I can't remember him now omg and I have short sighted and that's fucking bad. I couldn't see him clearly. I just know that he's the most handsome boy that I've ever met on this trip. He was in the sea with an old man (his father?) I actually think he has a brother too. I just realized that these two boys were the boys that I adored when I first got to this beach before finding other beaches to swim on this island. Wish he still remembers me. Honestly, I'm not that pretty but he got my heart. I can't get him out of my mind, almost two fucking days now. Author's Note: It's really cringe but I think it's funny so I would like to share with you lol.

I love writing diary because I always forget get things so I think it's nice if I just write them down

I really have a box full of stuff, post card, and letters from my friends. I love collecting them.

My father actually loves Hotel California by Eagles and I do love California too, one of the places that I would like to live.

I wish I had an older brother 😭

Someone told me that being an only child means you have to be good at everything. It used to encourage me but at some point I felt like I'm just a girl you know I can't be good at everything. What are you expecting from me??? It's like the only child/ the oldest child thing if you know you know.

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End credit? YES.

“Jesus! What time is it??” Johnny shouted at one of his colleagues. “It's only 7am, dude.” It pissed him off. “Fuck!” He had an urgent case this morning at 4:30am. He needed to come to the office and worked on it until the time flew so fast that he didn't notice it at first. “Why you look so hurry, man?" The guy spoke calmly to him. “I gotta go.” He grabbed his things, rushing out of the door and left the office immediately. He got the urgent case and he didn't come to surf this morning like usual. Today is also the day you left and he planned to come and sent you. He didn't even give you his contact which was the worst mistake he ever made.

It was raining when he arrived at the beach, running down the stairs and you weren't there. He looked around hoping that you might still here, sitting somewhere at the beach but then he realized that it was impossible. You were actually gone and gone forever... he looked around with tears in his eyes, trying to find you. Then, he realized that he will never see you again. The most beautiful woman with the most lovely soul he had ever met. Your laugh, your eyes, your face, your lips, everything about you is breathtaking and he will never forget those things no matter how many years will pass. This beautiful soul will be kept in his heart forever...

END (I think the end credits made it sadder.)

© satlun, 2024 : DO NOT PLAGIARISM OR ANY OTHER WAY OF REPHRASING

[lunatic-pudge]

Toothaches and Cuddles (Sniper x GN! Reader)

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It's 6am, my wisdom teeth hurt, and I'm caring for a very sick baby right now. I also haven't gone to bed yet either, writing this instead. Please enjoy my mid little story, I've never really written anything and posted it anywhere, so this is a big step for me. I know this isn't much, but I'm sleep deprived and trying.

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Pain. Searing, throbbing pain.

That's the only thing that can be felt right now. Pain. The worst part is where the pain is located. Deep in the recesses of their mouth. Hidden deep within the tooth, festering away. An agony that seems neverending.

Laying on the mattress in the camper van, holding the side of their face in excruciating agony, unable to do anything except listen to the music that softly played. The urge to bite down fiercely onto something is strong, like it would bring relief to the aching tooth, yet, it would only induce more pain, and another set of tears to spill. Damn that psychotic Medic for being away on a contract. It's like he knew that his help was desperately needed at the moment and chose to leave. What a sick sadist.

While they laid scrunched up in a fetal position, safely covered by a couple of blankets, they laid knowing that there beloved assassin would return soon, ready to embrace and comfort them, helping to temporarily alleviate the nonstop pain.

As if he had read their thoughts, the door to the camper swung open and entered the lanky huntsman. He wasted no time kicking off his cowboy boots and discarding his hat and sunglasses, climbing the ladder to join his darling in the bed. He laid facing them, engulfing their petite frame in his warmth. His embrace brought a comfort like no other. The throbbing toothache seemingly lessened a bit, making it not a major focus anymore.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, roo."

Who knew such a rugged bushman could bring such comfort. A serene peace fell upon the camper as the lovers laid intertwined within each other. Words didn't need to be exchange to know how much they loved each other. A gentle caress here and a kiss there, everything was peaceful. The music played softly into the air, helping to relax any remaining tension.

Pain a long forgotten memory now as they snuggled closer to their beloved. The sound of his heartbeat was strong, drowning out the music they were once listening to.

As the lovers continued to cuddle, slowly but surely, they began to drift off. Sleep pulling them both into it's spell. To whisk them off into another world where they'd still be together. A world where pain was not known. Before succumbing to the dream world, they made sure to make a metal note to give the Medic a piece of their mind when he came back.

[uhohwhathaveidone]

Can I request a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about the reader using avada kedavra on Solomon instead of Sebastian to protect Sebastian but the reader is in disbelief that she killed him so the reader runs off snd Sebastian just shocked so he follows the reader and after they are out of the ruins Sebastian comforts the reader by hugging her and comforting her and showering her with kisses to calm her down that she needed to use the spell to protect both of them.

Gotta protect the bf even if it ruins your mental stability am I right?

For Us (S.S)

I didn't sleep the whole night and when I went downstairs to greet my parents, who had just woken up, my dad asked me what I was doing up so early and my mom just looked at me and went "You haven't even gone to bed yet, have you?" And I was just walking around the kitchen at 6am drinking mountain dew and playing with the cats. It's my favourite activity. Also, ik my writing is kind of weird bc i use colour and favourite but not realise instead of realize but it's ok, I promise. Anyway, heavy spoilers for Sebastian's quest obviously, also a lot of angst, a man is dead, your honour. Trauma, am I right? Enjoy <3

      You stood next to Sebastian as he shouted at his uncle, wands pointed at each other. You could hardly keep up with what they said as you felt your heart pound in your chest, unsure what would happen next as you looked at Sebastian. His eyes were glazed over as he continued to shout, you were sure there were tears threatening to spill. Solomon glared at the two of you, his jaw tight as he shouted his piece, wand pointed at Sebastian; ready to use at any second. Sebastian kept you close as Solomon began to yell more, keeping you slightly behind him just in case.

      “I will not stand for this, Sebastian! What you are doing is wrong, I have to turn you and your friend in!” Solomon shouted; his face held no remorse as he threatened you, no tears of regret or a sad glance sent over to you, just pure anger. Sebastian pushed you behind him as he shouted back. “I won’t have that! What we are doing is right, you won’t stand in our way!” You watched with wide eyes as they began throwing spells at each other, unable to move in fear of being hit. Sebastian kept himself in front of you to protect you; he didn’t want you to be part of the fight since it was a family matter, and if anything happened, he didn’t want you to be blamed. You were stuck, watching as red and blue and green shot back and forth, your head spinning as you watched Sebastian barely cast Protego in time as a red light whizzed toward him.  

      Once again you found yourself stuck in a stand-still, both men breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breath. “I won’t let you turn us in, I just won’t.” Sebastian breathed; wand still raised. Solomon shook his head, eyes burning with what you could only describe as rage. “Then stop this madness! You can’t run around with the Dark Arts! Just come with me, I’ll help you.” You inched closer to Sebastian, hand in your pocket as your fingers grasped your wand. Sebastian shook, his own eyes switching from sadness and betrayal to anger, his knuckles turning white as his grip on his wand grew tighter. ��Do you really think I’d fall for that?” He spat, his gaze darkening. “You won’t let us walk out of here. You’ll turn us in no matter what! You’d rather see my humanity stripped away in a cell than help me save Anne; just like you always wanted!” Solomon shook his head as he sighed, glancing at you. “Do you really think she wants to be part of this?” He gestured to you, earning a glare from you. Sebastian scoffed, “Why would you care? She’s been with me every step of the way!”

      Solomon looked at you as you continued to glare at him. “You don’t have to do this, y/n.” You frowned as you watched him fake a concerned look, pulling your wand out. “You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I chose this path with Sebastian to help his sister, something you couldn’t do.” You said, feeling your words drip with malice; Solomon giving you a final frown before reverting to his previous look, staring you down. “What you have chosen is darkness, I hope you know. There is no helping Anne, you have to know that.” He said, gesturing around him. “What you are doing here is futile! It’s pointless! You will be stopped.” Sebastian shook his head, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace as he felt his blood boil. “You know nothing! Nothing will stop us from finishing what we’ve already started!” Solomon sighed one last time, straightening his posture as he stared at Sebastian, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Then I’ll have to deal with you myself, once and for all.”

      Your eyes widened as time seemed to slow; Solomon readying his wand as he began to shout. You gripped your wand as you felt yourself run forward, pushing Sebastian back as you pointed your wand at Solomon, eyes glazed as you shouted your own spell. “Avada Kedavra!” Solomon’s eyes widened as he watched you cast first, only able a split second to realize what you had done. You stared, anger replacing the shocked glaze in your eyes as the green light flew into his chest, a flash of regret filling his face as he dropped to the ground. You felt time speed up once again as you stood there, shaking as you released the breath you had been holding. You felt your eye twitch as you quickly tried to fill your lungs with air again, your brain catching up to where you now stood. Sebastian stood behind you, eyes wide as the shock hit him, unable to move as he tried to process everything.

      You shrieked as you looked at Solomon, unmoving as his glazed eyes looked over to you, your hands shaking as you dropped your wand. You looked at your hands in horror, the invisible blood that no doubt stained your shaking palms letting you know what you had done. You had killed someone, even if you feared he would have killed you and Sebastian, you still killed him. Your legs felt weak as you grew cold, dropping to the ground as tears slid down your cheeks, your whole body shaking. You glanced back at Solomon, growing colder as his dead eyes stared into your own, his lifeless body limp against the hard ground. You tried to breathe as you grabbed for your wand, muttering incoherently to yourself as you tried to rationalize what you had done. Sebastian’s ears rang as he felt himself return to the present, slowly looking around before his eyes landed on his uncle. He furrowed his brows, almost in confusion, as he looked between you and Solomon, his hands shaking for reasons he was unable to understand.

      You gasped for air as your chest tightened, desperately trying to stand as more tears ran down your face. You held your wand to your chest as you watched Sebastian, who could only look at you, watching as you backed away from Solomon, shuddering as you looked between them. Sebastian took a step toward you, his gaze softening as his brain registered your frightened face, causing you to back away from him as well, eyes wide like a doe caught by a predator. You continued to back away, looking around you for the exit; quickly turning to it and sprinting out. Sebastian watched you go, confused, as he slowly turned back to Solomon.

      Sebastian stood over him, his mind still processing what he was seeing. He remembered the conversation, if it was even that, between him and his uncle, but the rest of it was hazy. Everything had transpired in under a minute, leaving much for Sebastian to catch up on. He knelt and checked for Solomon’s pulse, eyes widening when he felt none. Hands shaking, he looked around, eyes somehow finding Solomon’s. “You…tried to kill me?” He whispered, recalling how Solomon had begun to shout; he could have sworn he heard the beginnings of the killing curse before you shouted it yourself. Tears pricked at his eyes as the realization hit him in full force, quickly crawling away from Solomon’s body as the breath was stolen from his chest. You had killed Solomon, before he could kill the two of you. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up, looking around frantically for where you might have run off to.

      “Y/n!” Sebastian shouted as he ran out of the ruins, looking around. He found you farther away, your sobs leading him to you. You had fallen to your knees again, wand tossed away where you couldn’t reach it. Sebastian ran to you, dropping down to take a look at your face. You gripped the clothes at your chest, eyes wide as you struggled to breathe, muttering to yourself once again. “Y/n.” He said softy, his gaze softening as he watched as tears stained your cheeks and soaked your shirt. Slowly, he moved closer, shakily wrapping his arms around you as he brought your face into his chest, rubbing your back as you sobbed harder. He held you tighter as he softly rocked with you, feeling his own tears fall from his eyes. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I promise.” He said softly; unsure if he was trying to reassure you or himself that everything was fine, He wasn’t the one that cast the spell, but the guilt of the matter squeezed his heart as you shuddered, slightly whining as you tried to talk.

      “I…Killed him.” You muttered between sobs; your whole body shook as you continued to fill your lungs with air. Sebastian hushed you, running a hand through your hair as he peppered small kisses to the top of your head. “Don’t think about that, just focus. You’ll faint if you don’t fix your breathing.” He said quietly, feeling you nod softly into his chest as. He tried to guide you into a normal breathing pattern, taking deep breaths and slowly exhaling as you followed suit. “I heard him. He was going to kill you.” You gasped, feeling your heart speed up again as you thought back to what had happened. Sebastian shook his head as he held on to you, nuzzling into your hair as he tried to distract you, focusing on your breathing once again. “You had to, it’s okay. I promise, you’re okay.” The two of you sat there for a few moments, Sebastian continuing to guide you out of your panicked state.

      You sniffled as you pulled your face away from Sebastian, eyes red as you looked up at his face. Sebastian felt his heart break as he took in your teary face, slowly bringing his still shaking hands up to your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “You’re okay. We’re okay. You did what you had to do.” He whispered, feeling you nod slightly as you shook. “I still can’t believe it…It shouldn’t have happened this way.” You breathed; your voice still shaky as you tried to dry your tears. Sebastian took your hands in his own as he placed a kiss to your forehead. He helped you dry your tears as you sniffled once again. “You did what you had to. You did it for us, you had to.” He said softly, kissing your hands. You began to breathe normally again, closing your eyes as you repeated his words in your head. Sebastian placed a soft kiss to your lips, resting his head against yours once again, whispering. “I’m here with you. You have me by your side. I won’t let anything like this happen again.”

[mrmushroom1031]

Take this random frame from a animation I'm working on at 6am (I haven't gone to bed yet)

[six-improbable-things]

it's fucking 6am and I haven't gone to bed yet. I woke up at 8:30am "today" after staying up until 3:30am the night before... This might be the 2nd most fucked my sleep schedule has ever been, just behind the time I didn't sleep for over 36 hours. (Timezones and plane travel and bad schedules will do that to you.)

[libertineangel]

Might end up deleting this later because I did not intend to be saying it here, figured saying it on my cohost that like three of you follow would be vent enough but apparently not so

Yeah so this evening I'm going to the queer bar I've mentioned before to hang out with somebody I met off my NSFW sideblog and I'm nervous, never done that before and I do believe I may have mentioned here in the past how much I am generally not very good at meeting people and talking and general social function, if this is to count as some kind of first date then readers may also recall I've never been on one of them before either, we arranged it like a week and a half ago but that is apparently not enough time for my brain to fully mentally adjust even though I have met mutuals here on that much notice or even less and been perfectly happy & comfortable

Like it's not like I secretly don't want to on some level, keen readers may also recall I'm bloody sick of failing to meet people so of course I want to, and well I do believe there also exists the possibility of us uhh hanging out in a more private setting if it goes well and obviously yeah I would enjoy that too, this is just an extremely unfamiliar situation that runs deeply contrary to my standard experience of life and my brain does not handle & adapt to such things very well, it is 6AM and I haven't gone to bed yet (not entirely related, my sleep's been fucked for weeks), my stomach hurts and to be honest my brain feels a little bit overwhelmed which honestly just makes me even more frustrated with it (and thus in a way myself) because like why can't I just relax and look forward to it, why do I feel bad in advance of a good thing happening to me which I want to happen, for fuck's sake

[bongo50ize]

The best holidays Danceverse Crew's summer of the year

Here we see the Danceverse Crew'shouse. Where the crew is doing their average activities Suddenly a letter falls from the door and Sarah picks it up. And the crew I have a surprise for you everyone had come to the living room Sarah begins to read the congratulations letter you are invited to sleep in a lodge with three other people. Jack imagines who Night Swan who ruins the vacation for the crewSuddenly we hear a voice Jack Jack Jack. Jack worrying: you're sure it's a good idea your mother will ruin our vacation. Wanderlust take your gang behind Jack's back: maybe don't worry Maybe it's Dolores or Polo and Ruben or I don't know who else.mihaly : Cousin is right to stay calm, it can't be your mother. Jack he doesn't trust too much.3 p.m. later.The crew arrives at los angeles they arrive in the lodge The house in the hills. You can see there is liv blake and beedabop they arrived in the gite.Jack relieves by touching his heart.Wanderlust: I said there isn't your mother. In reality you can enjoy the holidays.Blake picks up a sheet on the table he begins to read: dear vacationer There are only 4 bedrooms for 8 people. have to pair you guys up in twos. Jack and wanderlust +discoball. Mihaly and brezzana. Blake and lib. Sara and beedabop even you are not in love to sleep in the same room.Brezzana coming out of joy: mi goes to sleep in the same room. Jack: we can cuddle in bed tonight liv â Blake: that's a nice man to book a room for the two of us. Beedabop: I brought a sleeping bag hello roommate. Sarah smiles back.Blake: I haven't finished yet, it's written morning closes at 8 am you're gone restaurant noon swimmer in the pool in the afternoon. Wednesday day in downtown Los Angeles. Thursday day at the Lake Tahoe Basin Management Unit. Disneyland Friday. And a boom and which represents the song which chooses.The Privacy Council.One closes the door to make love. Two you don't enter other people's room unless you are invited. Three beedabop he can't take a shower because he's a robot. The four No violence in this lodge. If you have a problem, tell me on the phone.Sarah : great I have a shower all to myself.At 8 p.m. Everyone swim in pool and beedabop serving glasses of apricot syrup. Liv: Thank you very much. She starts drinking after swallowing the first one: that's a vacation, what are we going to do on the farm tomorrow. Blake: retreat of the goats from the cows and see other animals Beedabop he goes inside. Suddenly Jack standing at the edge of the swimming pool shouting: attention I am going to dive!! How to Watch Jack Jumping Cannonball: Cannonballs!!It splashed everyone. Liv getting angry: because of your bomb my apricot syrup is soaked Wanderlust: Jack was I talking to you in private? Jack and wanderlust who went to a wanderlust corner: why did you make a cannonball!! Jack: Why? Wanderlust: because everyone is soaked because of your cannonball can you wait until tomorrow to do it again when there is no one? Jack: Ok sorry for everyone.At 6am later. Sarah: wakes up with wild hair. She gets up to brush them. Sarah she goes in the kitchen show him beedabop Who prepares breakfast for everyone he says: hello Sarah can you tell the others for breakfast? THANKS.After Sarah warns everyone breakfast is ready. Mihaly a sandwich: I love animals are so sweet. Wanderlust: maybe we can drink the cow's milk. Report for breakfast tomorrow morning.Jack: we go from chickens to chicks.

[valcuda]

It's 6AM, and I haven't slept yet, but I've had a revelation.

Once upon a time, I wrote a small snippet of a story, and posted it to Deviant Art. Years later, I returned finally, copied the story, backed it up to a text document on an archive drive, then deleted it because it was absolutely horrible I didn't want anyone else to have to lay eyes on it.

However, someone messaged me when I was gone. My social anxiety forbid me from reading it, until today.

The person saw the absolute piece of shit I wrote, and liked it. Hell, the message was them asking me if I could write for their worlds! They liked my dogshit writing so much that they wanted me to write stories using their creations!

Obviously that message was asked years ago, so I highly doubt they'd want me to now, and besides, I don't like working for others cause I prefer working on my own (slow as fuck) time. But reading that message, it felt like a compliment to something I made that I think so low of, that I even hated it at the time!

This then made me think of something else!

In Freshman year of highschool, my English teacher always complimented my writing, and one day even told me she had to grade me on a senior level! That's how good my writing was! Then fucking Junior year rolls around, my English teacher told me "Don't let this get to your head, but I have to grade you at a college level". Keep in mind, I often wrote these papers in a max of 2 days, without any revisions. Once I finished a paragraph, that was that! I'd rather rewrite the entire section than edit it!

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I'm not bringing this up to brag, I'm bringing this up because I'm dumbfounded. That beginning chapter to a story I never finished, which I hated when I first wrote it, someone liked that. Freshman year of highschool, I'm breezing through my English papers, my only goal trying to be unique, and I'm writing at a senior level. Junior year of highschool, I'm breezing through my English papers, just trying to get them done fast, and I'm writing so good my English teacher gives me a compliment and tells me to not let the compliment get to my head.

Am I actually good at writing? Am I actually my biggest critique?

Am I actually a talented writer, who just has such a high bar for quality, that I think I'm a horrible writer?

Like, this seriously has me questioning this! Is my biggest issue currently that I lack confidence in my writing??? Or that I'm focusing more on long-form content when my skills are best utilized with short-form???

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I don't know who you are, person who indirectly complimented my writing many years ago, but dude, you've fucked me up mentally in a possibly good way.

I'm now trying to think, like, I need a short-form story I can just update occasionally. And ironically, I think I have a story already suited for that task!

It's already my most experimental project, and it has no real end goal, so I've been wondering what the hell to do with it, and I think this is the perfect fate for it. My first ever public story I just occasionally add to.

Assuming I go ahead with this, I don't know when Chapter 1 will be released. I'll make it a goal to release it before the end of the month, cause I want to get it out there, but idk. I'll also probably make a new sub-blog for these stories, just so you don't have my ramblings clogging your feed in case this actually gets some fans.

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Anyways, this has taken me half an hour to write for some reason... so yeah, I need to be getting to bed.

[whatfeelingsdoyouhave]

It's 6am and I haven't gone to bed yet. Tonight I cried for the first time in who knows how long.

[theurbanalienseducer]

.... what if I opened furry commissions?...

Im broke... I like art. I'm a furry... don't remember much bout this blog... was this my monster fucker one?? it's 6am I haven't gone to bed yet... but like... I could

[sillus]

I am so tired of looking at this. But it’s done! I blame @linkeduniverse-incorrect and @clumsydarknut for the length of this fic. The “Heroes of Hyrule” pun made this thing twice as long as it should have been. But I gotta say, while this was purely for playing around with scenarios, I had a lot of fun writing this. Thanks, guys!

[daechwitas]

apparently at the concert right now yoongi talked about the song and said he would do a vlive later!