#lie its cause im lazy

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trying to decipher if the overwhelming dread & Thoughts are cause of the state of the world or cause i need a shower.

vent post in the tags. idk. do whatever 👍

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☽ Candycorn Horns ☾

Simblreen Gift!

Working on these made me kinda hungry I won't lie. Not a whole lot of swatches, mainly cause I went with the og color and a few other colors of candycorn I found online, I kinda got lazy with the last ones and just messed around with hue but it gave fun stuff I think? LOL

Additional info:

All LODS

New Mesh

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TOU: Recolors and mesh editing is allowed, but please just link back to my original mesh! ♡

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Breaking and Entering

You don't want Jihoon to worry.

Fluff (a miniscule amount of angst) - woozi x fem!reader

A hell of a lot of words for a sick fic :D Described as "princess treatment" by my friends 😌

AO3 link

Word Count: 3.1k

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Before you even open your eyes, you feel a scratch in your throat that burns like hell. You reach for the water on your nightstand and take large gulps trying to soothe the pain. As your eyes open, they droop heavily and take a moment to adjust to the early morning sunlight that makes its way past your curtains. A chill suddenly attacks the uncovered parts of your body. You duck back under your comforter only to have an oppressive heat come in waves that cause sweat to cling to your forehead. On top of all that, you can’t breathe out of your left nostril. You’re terribly sick.

As you lament in your miserable state, a notification brightens your phone and you have to shut your eyes. You blink them trying to get used to the light, but all it does is give you a headache. You brave through the pain to turn your brightness down and check the notification. It’s a text from your boyfriend, Jihoon.

Jiji: good morning babe~ 😘

You: Good morning!

Jiji: what are ur plans for today? work?

You: No

You pause for a moment before continuing your response. You wonder if it’s a good idea to tell him that you aren’t feeling well today. On one hand, he might want to know that kind of stuff so that he can take care of you. On the other hand, it could cause some unnecessary stress in his already stressful life. Also, with his busy schedule, he probably wouldn’t be able to do much. You decide ultimately that this illness would probably be over quickly, and you don’t want to make Jihoon worry about nothing a little cough medicine and tea would fix.

You: I'm going to take the day off to relax and be lazy lol 😏

Jiji: that sounds nice

i wish i could do the same 😮‍💨

You: Busy schedule today?

Jiji: yup 🙃 but im excited for our date later this week

You: Me too!

Jiji: i have to go to work

text me later

You: Will do! I love you 🩷

Jiji: love u too~🖤

Putting your phone down and taking the chance to move from your bed to at least retrieve some relief in the form of medicine or warm tea, you feel your muscles ache in a way that makes you never want to move again. For now, you stare at the ceiling with the resolve to get over this silly little cold. You fall asleep soon after and stay asleep for many, many hours.

When you finally awaken again, the chill in your bones still hasn't subsided, no matter how many layers of sheet and blanket cover you. You have to force your eyes to open against the deeper sunlight now pouring through the cracks in your curtains. You power through the discomfort to get them to adjust to the brightness. Again, you reach a hand out for your phone and see that it is afternoon and that you have some missed texts from your boyfriend.

Jiji: hey~

wuts up

Jiji: taking an afternoon nap huh

text me when u see this

The messages were all sent about 45 minutes ago. You feel a little bad about lying, but it only strengthens your resolve to get better and put the whole lie behind you. You text back like normal, hoping that he has the time to read and respond even for just a few minutes.

You: Sorry! I fell asleep watching anime

It doesn’t take too long for a reply to pop-up. You had been dating Jihoon for months now, but you still got butterflies every time he texted you. Even now, aching all over and dripping from your face, he makes you feel a warmth you swore would make you even healthier than you were before.

Jiji: oh rub it in my face 🙄 lol

dont get too far without me

You: I would never!! 😫

How’s it been today? You're not too stressed, right?

Jiji: eh

im coping lol

nothing im not used to

You: Don’t push yourself too hard ok? 🥺

You're doing such a great job!!!!!!

Jiji: thx lol

i gotta go. love u~ 🖤

You: I love you too 🩷

You decide to try to come up with the ultimate healing game plan for the rest of the day. You plot out your meals and activities to maximize the time you can spend getting better. Or at least you try to as you come to realize that sleeping an extra 4 and a half hours without getting out of bed means that you’ve yet to relieve yourself. This kickstarts your game plan as you rush to the bathroom.

You power through the aches in your body to finally brush your teeth and put your hair in a manageable bun for the day. You put on your sweats and some socks to keep warm and make your way to the kitchen where you heat up some soup and make a mug of herbal tea. You take medicine and take it easy all day. The change in scenery from your bedroom to the living room not only motivates your mind to change, but also it motivates your body to move. You swear you already feel better.

Unfortunately, the next two days look the same, and you do not, in fact, feel any better. Even with minimal movement throughout the days, you still manage to leave a mess of dirty dishes, clothes, and tissues strewn about the apartment. You are miserable and finally starting to come to terms with it. The delusion of your ability to heal quickly and on your own was finally starting to dissipate. You thought seeing a doctor was a waste of time, but you start to see the necessity of an appointment the more time you spend with a scratch in your throat and a headache hammering your skull.

The worst part, however, is not the pain, nor is it the constant sweating or the need to breathe through your mouth. No, the worst part is that today is Jihoon’s one day off; you are supposed to be ready to go on a date.

It's a little late in the morning when you wake up. You thrash in your bed frustrated that you are still sick and very tired. When you check your phone, there are no new messages. It isn't unusual for Jihoon to sleep in on his days off. You dread having to tell him the truth that you had been sick all week and couldn’t go out tonight. You could anticipate his response: a string of crying emojis and then a laugh where he says he’s just kidding and he’s fine as long as you get better. He wouldn’t really be okay with it, but he would say he is. He would be really disappointed; he isn’t very good at showing his true emotions, but you know he feels them so deeply. You don’t want to cause him any undue stress or heartbreak. At this point, it unfortunately is inevitable.

You grab your phone and hover over Jihoon’s contact, trying to muster the courage to send your good-morning-text and your confession followed by a long apology and promises to make it all up to him one day. You don’t expect your phone to ring, brandishing a very familiar sweet smiling selfie with the name “Jiji” underneath. You are startled then you take a deep breath, clear your throat, and answer.

“Good morning, my baby,” a sleep-rasped voice calls out from the other side.

“Good morning,” you try to answer in a normal voice, doing your best to hide your congestion.

“You sound different. What’s up?” Jihoon caught on immediately.

You whine a little over the phone, only prolonging the inevitable. There’s only silence from the other side. “I’m sick,” you say, then blurt out, “I’ve been sick for the past three days. I really, really tried to get better, honestly. I’m so sorry, Jiji. I can’t go out tonight.”

Your heart beats quickly in your chest, maybe from the nerves of finally coming clean, maybe from the extra exertion on your sick body. The five seconds it takes for Jihoon to respond feel like five hours. All he says is, “Oh. Okay.” After that, he hangs up the phone, leaving you stunned and with a horrible pit in your stomach.

You’re in shock. The kind of shock people feel after breaking a limb or recovering from a disaster. It pushes every other feeling out of your body. You do your morning routine in a fugue state. When you sit back in your bed, it all hits you at once. Tears stream down your face almost unconsciously, and you lay down with your face in your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep again, too tired from the illness to continue to cry or feel anything.

Jihoon makes up his mind quickly. After abruptly hanging up the phone, he immediately gets up and goes through his own routine faster than ever, even taking 30 minutes off of his normal workout just to have more time for his own plan. After coming home, he does something a little out of character. He goes to the kitchen to cook something that isn’t chicken breast and white rice.

This surprises his roommates. Soonyoung tries to help him with the big pot of what was so far just stock and vegetables. He gets distracted easily, and it takes him a long time to cut up an onion. Jeonghan takes a picture of Jihoon and sends it in the group chat asking if this is normal behavior for Woozis. Seungkwan tries to taste it before the dish is ready and whines when his hand is met with a smack from a wooden spoon.

“This isn’t for any of you. Leave it alone,” Jihoon says in a stern voice.

“Wait, what? Then who is it for?” Soonyoung raises an eyebrow at him.

“Y/N, my girlfriend. She’s sick.”

The mood in the apartment changes. Now, Jeonghan is texting more furiously in the group chat about how Jihoon cares so much about his poor, sick girlfriend. Seungkwan now insists on tasting the dish the whole way through the cooking process to make sure it’s suitable for such refined tastes as his and yours. Soonyoung calls his mom and asks what the best thing is to cure illnesses. It becomes a whole big thing that has Jihoon a little bit annoyed but also grateful his friends care about you almost as much as he cares about you.

Jihoon’s morning and the better part of his afternoon off of work are then filled with surprise visits from Mingyu, Jun, and Seokmin who bring an array of dishes that could feed you for a month and Minghao who brings a special tea blend that he uses when he's feeling sick. Vernon sends a playlist of chill music for you to listen to while you recover, and Wonwoo writes a list of movies he recommends you watch to rest. Chan makes a special delivery of his grandma's famous kimchi, which has the rest of the boys groaning that they don't get any this time. Joshua sends the best essential oil wax melts so you can indulge in some aromatherapy. Finally, Seungcheol makes sure that Jihoon tells you that he can send anything in the world to your house using his card whether it be medicine or a treat from your favorite bakery or even a new designer pajama set to make sure you are at maximum comfort levels.

As he makes his way over to your apartment, Jihoon feels silly carrying a bunch of bags filled with various gifts from everyone on top of the soup he made that seems to pale in comparison. He curses Jeonghan under his breath for telling everyone his plan to bring you supplies, effectively making him the delivery boy because he is the only person who has the passcode to your apartment. He tries to call you on his way over, now adding his phone to the pile he was juggling. It rings a few times and then goes to voicemail. He tries again and meets the same outcome. He assumes that you’re resting; being sick for multiple days sounds exhausting which is why he is so willing to bring over everything he (and the others) could possibly think of to make you feel better.

Jihoon reaches your front door and knocks loud enough that you would be able to hear it from your room, but soft enough that you wouldn’t wake up if you were resting. He waits a beat before just typing the code and letting himself inside. He makes his way to the kitchen and sets down the various bags on the countertops. Only once his arms are empty does he realize the state of the apartment. He slowly takes in the dirty dishes and various random stuff left on the floor. The trashcan is full, and tea bags litter the countertops. There are tissue boxes everywhere, each one full of used tissues.

He walks slowly to your room and, opening the door, he almost couldn’t make out your sleeping shape on the bed. You’re curled up into a ball under many layers of blankets on one side, and on the other was a pile of clothing. There’s more clothing on the floor. Jihoon goes back to the kitchen and takes a deep breath. He meticulously puts all the food everyone prepared into the fridge, rolls up his sleeves, and decides to start there. He makes a list in his head of all the things he could realistically do in the few hours you would be asleep.

The next moment, Jihoon is elbow deep in soapy water scrubbing dishes and wiping countertops. He finds all the cleaning instruments and proceeds to sweep and vacuum. He fills a trash bag with tissues, tissue boxes, and food containers. He gently tiptoes around your room, gathering up the clothes from the floor, which he assumes are dirty, and putting them in the wash. The clothes on the bed, which he checks are clean, are now folded and put in a hamper for later sorting. He even has time to reheat his soup and make a pretty plating of it paired with some rice and a cup of some of Minghao’s herbal tea.

You awaken when you hear dishes clanking in the kitchen. Someone is in your home. You freeze until the noise stops and begin to get up from your bed. With your legs swung over the side of the bed, ready to stand and possibly defend yourself, the door opens slowly and in walks Jihoon with a tray of dishes.

He looks surprised, then flashes a big smile, then says, “Good, you’re awake. It’s time to eat.”

All you can do is stare at him in disbelief as he sets a tray of soup and rice and tea on your lap. He sits cross-legged in the empty space beside you and scrolls through his phone as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

“W…what’s all this?” you stutter out, utterly confused.

“Lunch,” Jihoon answers nonchalantly.

Looking at him beside you, you realize that there is indeed empty space on your bed for him to sit where there was once a pile of clothes. Tears appear behind your eyes when you look around at the spotless floor of your bedroom. You look at your boyfriend as one tear falls.

“Did you…”

“Yeah, it was a real mess in here.” He turns to look at you and uses his thumb to wipe the one tear from your cheek. “Start eating. I bet you haven’t eaten all day. How are you supposed to get better if you don’t eat?”

He was right. You take a spoonful of broth and bring it to your lips. It tastes wonderful. Alternating between tea and soup and rice, you feel fuller, and the heat from the meal eases your throat just a little more. Jihoon looks at you and sees how happy you look to be having a meal that wasn’t microwaved from a package. You are already almost done with the meal after only a few minutes.

“See, you were hungry, huh?” He teasingly shakes his head.

You lightly push your boyfriend's arm. You make a face, suddenly feeling awkward to be around him. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“What? Why? Because you lied to me for days and didn’t let me take care of you? Or because you canceled our date on the day of because you assumed I cared that we went out somewhere?” he starts sarcastically, “I actually hadn’t thought about it all day.”

“I’m serious, Jiji!” you try to whine but end in a cough. He’s laughing at you as you get a little frustrated.

“I’m seriously not mad. I wish you would’ve told me, but being mad won’t fix anything.” His smile is soft, and he’s looking at you with love in his eyes.

“I’m really sorry. I just didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t know it would last this long. Honestly, I don’t know what I have, and you probably shouldn't be sitting so close to me right now.” You weakly try to push Jihoon away, but he sits like a rock, not budging at all.

“I’m fine,” he chuckles, “The plague couldn’t even keep me away from you.” He leans to kiss your forehead.

All your muscles relax as the last few bites on your plate disappear. Jihoon takes the empty tray in one hand and uses the other to guide you to your feet with him. He wordlessly walks you both out of the room. You see that not only is the entire apartment clean, but there are small gifts left out on the coffee table.

“What is all this?” you ask your boyfriend as take a seat on the couch, waiting for him to put the empty plates and bowls from the tray in the sink.

He takes a seat next to you and rubs the back of his neck with one hand and avoids eye contact when he answers, “The guys heard you weren’t feeling great, so, of course, they had to help out, too.” He goes through and shows you the wax melts, medicine, and self-care products. He also tells you about your new stock of homemade meals from the best cooks in the group. You get really excited about the kimchi from Chan’s grandma. He sends you Vernon’s playlist and Wonwoo’s recommendations. He even shows you the text Seungcheol sent him about using his card for whatever you might need.

Everything is perfect for the rest of the evening that was supposed to be a fancy, romantic date night. It turns out that watching movies and listening to music while snuggling and talking is the best medicine for illness and the most romantic date you have ever been on.

[albaake]

[Warning: Possible eyestains and epilepsy]

"Gather around, Gather around! I have a story to tell! About a demon who rewrote the narrative."

I'm never doing editing again (lie). I'm pretty happy how this video came out. This song randomly popped up my feed and immediately thought of Crowne. I did this in the most unorthodox way possible, and it was edited in Clipchamp, so I was a bit limited. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the video!

Frames below (Its not all of them cause some are just repeats/zoomed out. Im also im mobile and too lazy to get back on my computer to put in 2 more frames-):

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hiii I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of how the twins would be in bed 🙏

tyyyy

A/n:OOO OKAY I LIKE THIS also UH THANK YOU MY CUTIES FOR GETTING MY LAST FIC AT 200 NOTES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS YOU ALL ARE SO SO CUTE AND KIND MWAH MWAH.

summary: what the request is

warnings:uh mentions of sex just basically don’t read if you’re not comfortable just scroll.

don’t steal or copy my works

Under 15 Dni

Gender Neutral reader!!

TOM KAULITZ

-now we all know how this mf has done it with many women ain’t they all lucky.

-this man I swear he could go on for hours yeah you could be tired but him? oh no he will go on and on 5 hours he’d be tired.

-this man would fuck you so dumb like genuinely

-he’d make your eyes roll back

-definitely have hickeys all over your body, or bruises from his hands cause he just loves to grip your hips

-would he fuck out his frustration with you? Oh yeah is he gonna be gentle no.

-this man loves your nipples while he’s fucking you he’d suck them till their all sore <3

-bet this guy has a damn choking kink if he’s mad like if you were the one that pissed him off man would QUITE literally be almost strangling you not meaning too he’s just that pissed off while he’d be saying: “You’re really fucking quiet now? can’t even say a word without being a blabbering mess. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you even harder, Till my name is the only thing you can remember in that pretty head of yours.”

-he loves rough sex but sometimes he’d love just lazy sex if you too don’t wanna go too hard at it.

-expect a lot degrading and praising who knows what’s gonna come out of his mouth

-he’d be so good with aftercare after he knows how to do it well.

-make out sessions with him are the absolute best

-can’t lie if your riding him I bet I swear to god he will whine and whimper don’t even joke with me he is a top but he completely melts when you’re riding him

BILL KAULITZ

-now now bill ugh god he’d be so sweet with you during sex kissing your neck face anywhere he can reach.

-he’d be telling you how good you feel just praising the absolute shit out of you you’d end up blushing cause of how sweet he is.

-Now this man is a kinky person lord he’d let you be top.

-gentle sex with him is the best just taking it soft and slow

-would bill be into pegging? Yes. Would he let you peg him yes.

-I bet he’d like to be handcuffed to the bed you know while you’re just teasing him till theirs some tears in his eyes poor thing.

-you’d both fuck each other dumb at this point you’d both be breathless.

-He could go on for hours just like Tom could till you couldn’t take it anymore

-AWWWH NOW DURING SEX HE’D HOLD HANDS WITH YOU ITS THE SWEETEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH.

-sometimes you guys just want to have lazy sex since bill is always on tour.

-hmm I feel like he’d be the type to maybe like just call if he’s really desperate to hear your voice while he’s horny.

-he’s amazing with aftercare asking if you’re okay if he went too hard kissing you cuddling you and vice versa.

-I feel like he wouldn’t mind leaving hickeys on your neck either

-leave scratch marks on his back oh he’d like that.

A/n:okay well I’ve got no idea for a fic so send requests in guys!! I love you all mwah mwah

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[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 4)- matt sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

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“well its three am. i thought your lazy ass would be asleep” matt sighs “but if you want to go now we can, shes definitely up. let me call her and let her know. be ready in ten minutes.” he emphasizes the ten like a father talking to a child that can’t manage time.

i didn’t even get bitter about it though, instead, my heart pangs at the thought of matt being on good enough terms with a girl to be calling at 3 am. “just the mating bond” i mutter to myself as i peel my clothes from the day before off in exchange for new ones. as soon as i walk out the room, matt is right there.

“awww, is someone jealous? don’t lie, i felt it sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it. say you want matt alll to yourself. go on” he teases me relentlessly causing my cheeks to heat up. “shut up” i groan but then decide to tease him back. lets play on this mating bond thing while i still can

i smirk and walk up to matt and place my hands on his chest. his eyes darken and his hands are clamped to his sides, probably to stop himself from touching me too. i sigh at the fact and then make my move.

“im all yours, matt.” i say seductively. “aren’t you mine?” you question looking up at him with doe eyes. matts gaze darkens even further and he can’t stop himself from grabbing my waist and bringing me closer. he dips his head down and i think he’s going to kiss me. instead he brushes his lips against my ear, “what are you doing to me?” he whispers more to himself then to me. i smirk before pulling away “nothing.” i shrug, “didn’t know the mating bond could take away your ability to answer simple questions”, i add nonchalantly. matt rolls his eyes at this. “you are sooo annoying, i can’t wait till im rid of you” he says turning his back on me and walking, a silent way to tell me to follow. i do, laughing at the effect i have on him.

we walk outside to matts van and are met by chris. “your sitting in the back” matt snips, looking in chris’ direction. “y/n your up front with me” he says choosing to not look at me.

“come on man, your still mad about that?? i was just trying to help!” chris practically whines. matt just huffs and grabs me, practically throwing me in the frontseat. chris climbs into the back dejectedly and i ask whats on my mind.

“chris, not that i mind you here, because i don’t, but why ARE you here?” i question. this was a problem strictly between me and matt. my mind reels at the thought that i actually would have preferred it to just be me and matt. a day ago i literally didn’t want to sit next to him in class….

he sighs and i look back and am suprised by the pain on his face. “my mate was already dead when she was given to me.” he whispers. just by being around matt, i can tell how big of an effect the bond can have, and i can’t imagine how sad he must be at the loss. “i’m so sorry, chris” i say softly. even matt looks sorry for him. he looks at his face through the review mirror while starting to reverse out of the driveway. chris just shakes his head, trying to shake the feelings away.

“its okay, i’m sure madi will be able to make everything go away.” chris offers me a half smile. “i hope so” i say giving him a reassuring smile in return before turning to matt. i roll my eyes at his sour face, he’s clearly jealous but he refrained from saying anything because of the nature of the conversation. “are you going to get jealous every time i talk to ANYONE but you?? he’s your brother! and who the fuck is madi?” i say, cringing at the jealous tone in my voice. matt side eyes me before answering my questions. “can’t exactly help the way i feel, i told you that, so stop punishing me for it. i don’t see chris complaining!” he adds looking for support. “yeah no not at all” chris chirps awkardly at being included in the argument. i’m about to say that chris is just trying to get back in his good graces but matt continues. “and madi’s practically our sister, right chris?” chris nodds in agreement and i sigh. “how exactly is she going to help us?” chris eyes matt suspiciously after i asked.

“what? you didn’t tell her?”he questions and i look to matt, whose eyes are set on the road ahead of us. tell me what??

“shes a witch.” matt says matter of factly.

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we pull into the driveway and a pretty girl with long black hair is standing outside waiting. sister my ass.

chris runs out of the car to greet her. “MADI!!!” he runs and jumps into her arms sending her into a fit of giggles. i couldn’t help but smile at the sight. maybe shes not so bad after all…

“are you going to get out of the car, or are you gonna stare at my brother some more??” matt snips. “oh my god can you stop with that” i say while climbing out the car. in an instant, madi is by my side.

“Hey, y/n, its nice to meet you. you’re super pretty by the way.” she smiles warmly at me and all my weariness about her fades away. “thank you, so are you” i smile back at her. she turns to matt, who is looking off into the distance pretending to not hear about anything we’re saying. “what brings you here, tough guy?” she knew my name but she didn’t know why i was here?

“i’m looking to get rid of the mating bond between us” he gestures to me and him. madi’s eyes widen slightly. “you know that if you get rid of the bond both of you die, right?” she says questioning why he’s even trying. i spin around to matt, hurt coursing through me. “you’d rather die than be with me?”, my voice wavers with hurt and i hate it. quite frankly, i didn’t want to die either, so he didn’t just put me at risk but both of us. matt grabs my shoulders and shakes them. “relax, i’m not dying for your sorry ass.” he scoffs before turning both me and him back towards madi, “i’m just looking for a cheat code, if there is one.” he says. “i think i know what you mean” she replies and turns beckoning us to follow her into her home. we walk in and i can’t help but oggle at how nice it is. she looks back and sees my face. “you like it?” she laughs. i smile and nod, continuing to look around the house. matt places his hand on my back gently to help guide me. his touch grounds me and i suddenly feel apprehensive about losing this feeling. not him, just the feeling, you think to yourself, trying to justify your emotions

“what are you thinking about?” matts eyebrows are furrowed clearly confused on the sudden onslaught of emotions. “the telepathy shit is a real pain in my ass.” you sigh completely avoiding his question. matt chuckles, “you’re telling me.”

me, matt, and madi end up in a office type space. there’s a desk in the middle of the room and it has a large book in the middle of it. madi puts some glasses on and flicks her wrist. the book goes flying open and lands on a certain page. wow, that was so cool, you gush over her abilities. for a while, the room is completely silent as madi reads. matt grabs my hand and i feel his nervousness surge through me. i don’t know why but something in me wants to comfort him and tell him everythings going to be alright. i don’t though, because lets be honest, i have no idea.

“ahhh, okay” madi starts taking the glasses off her face. “i can take away the symptoms of the bond, like the telepathy and the-“ she clears her throat, “sexual urges” she raises her eyebrows. “andd the death by distance” my own eyebrows raise and she sighs.

“he really didn’t tell you anything did he? if you had spent even a week apart both of your bodies would secumb to the bond. without the other, the bond won’t let either exist” she says matter of factly and i note that she is really well versed in the subject. chris comes in to the office and sits awkwardly in one of the chairs, waiting for me and matt to be done so he could talk to madi.

madi isn’t quite finished telling us about her solution though. “but i can’t take away the other thing” matts grip on my hand tightens and i look up at him. “what’s she talking about??” i say softly seeing his nervous face. “if you die, i die. and your human, so your chances of dying are wayy higher.” he breathes out and an uncontrollable shiver goes through me.

“but its okay, matt, i can do a protection spell on her. nothing will harm her after that, trust me.” she says trying to ease him and i feel his nervousness let up a little. she continues, “its an incantation and i can’t do it until sunrise. its not easy but i can manage” she says confidently. “do you want me too?” she ask softly while looking at our conjoined hands. much to my disliking, matt lets go of me.

“do it.”

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[lmaowhatt]

sympathetic truths - john b r.

summary: john b routledge has been dedicating more of his time towards his fathers dreams of finding treasure than to your relationship that he resorts to lying to your friends and bringing up past trauma to mask his lies. [pt. 2]

set: during s3, based around john b and sarahs talk after his father and him come back from the mainland and he lies to the pogues about not finding anything.

pairing: john b routledge x kook turned pogue!reader

warnings: slight angst, harsh!john b.

if theres any others feel free to let me know!

john b cleared his throat as all the pogues were sprawled around him under the big oak tree at the chateau, his father laying on the hammock behind him. "yeah, yeah. so we.. uhm," he glanced back at his father for a split second before turning back to the pogues. "we went to the archives in charleston and uh.. it was a dead end. a dry hole, so.." he trailed off, mostly looking down to avoid the skeptical glare his best friend gave him.

pope chuckled humorlessly, "so that's the gold, the cross, and now el dorado." the boy listed off on his fingers, "were three for three guys. thats-" pope cuts himself off, tossing a random stick he had into the air, the others missing the subtle glance you and jj gave each other.

pope had been rightfully more upset than the others, having found out rafe cameron of all people had melted down a family heirloom of his just a couple hours prior. "the streak continues," he scoffed, walking off the property, earning a few muttered goodbyes from cleo and kiara who were hot on his tail.

jj excused himself almost immediately after, "im going fishing, thanks for the beer." the blonde stood up, walking off towards the dock waving a lazy hand and giving a skeptical eye to john b once more. you nodded at him, determined to get some form of an answer from your boyfriend.

big john had wandered off somewhere inside the chateau, leaving you and john b outside to talk. john b stared at the huge oak tree which housed the small memorial the rest of the pogues had made for him when you and him, more so him, had been cornered into fleeing the country. you approached him, placing a soft hand on his shoulder.

the boy spared a glance at you before turning back to the memorial. "were together, right? relationship 'n all?" you asked as he turned his head to you slightly with furrowed eyebrows. "yeah, 'course we are." the boy cleared his throat, glancing back at the memorial once more. you nodded carefully, "so, that means we wouldnt lie to each other, right? no secrets whatsoever?" you pushed further, moving your head slightly forward to grab his attention again.

"look, babe. im not lying, im telling the truth." john b fully turned to face you, knitting his eyebrows together as he caught the suspicious, yet worried, look on your face. "well-" you started before he unintentionally cut you off, "what, you think im.. that im lying?" the boy stepped back slightly, only causing you to shake your head and hold on one of his hands as you approached him.

you continued shaking your head until you got a chance to speak, "no babe, listen. its just- the story that you told us isnt really adding up." you started off with a sympathetic voice, "i mean- you guys get the twinkie and go off to charleston without telling anyone, and i guess.. im just trying to understand why." your statement was meant to be formed as a question but it came off as a statement.

john b scoffed slightly, "look, if theres anything you cant tell the others, you can tell me. im here for you." you looked up at him with a soft gaze, one of his hands in each of yours. as you searched his gaze, you could tell he was mentally battling himself on whether or not to tell you the truth. a huge part of him definitely wanted to, but his father words continued to wear down on him, causing him to lose the mental battle.

"youve been acting so off since your dad came back, just- open up to me, im here for you." you continued after a prolonged moment of silence. "what happened?" the boy asked back, to which you replied with a nod and encouraging eyes. "its me, baby. im on your side, through everything." you looped a finger through the worn marriage necklace he had made for you out of his bandana in order to further prove your statement.

john b ran a quick hand down the side of his face, "okay, y'know what happened?" he finally spoke up. "my dad came back. and- and hes trying to help all of us," he said as you nodded along at his words, eyes full of sympathy. "and meanwhile, your dad tried to kill you." your face dropped as the words left his mouth, and you could tell a part of his regretted saying them as well.

you turned your head to face the water, letting go of the hand that was still in your grip with a scoff of disbelief. "and im sorry that you cant deal with that. but, am i wrong?" the boy quickly defended, placing a hand on your cheek to redirect your gaze to his, also as if to apologize, but to no use. you kissed your teeth slightly, your eyes still avoiding his, debating on whether or not to continue trying to help him out. deciding on the latter, you swiftly swiped his hand off your face, sending a somewhat harsh shove to the boys chest, erupting a huff to come from him.

"you-" you started, shaking your head as a small breath left your throat. "asshole." you finished, locking eyes with the boy in front of you, who held a small surprised expression. "you know? i thought- 'theres no way he would use that against me,' because that was something we went through together." you pointed a finger between the two of you, small tears brimming your eyes as you sniffled.

you ran a hand through your hair, detangling some small knots in the process, "i almost died, john b. matter of the fact, i did die. but sure, using that as a way to shit on me when im trying to help you?" you let out a breathless chuckle, a stray tear falling down your cheek. "i get it, youre doing all of this for your dad, but holding that over me like this? right now when we all seem to be falling apart and you dont seem to care in the slightest?"

you raised your eyebrows slightly. "yeah, real fuckin' classy. call jj when you decide you wanna tell the truth, he can call me." you could swear you almost punched the guy when he dared hold your wrist lightly as you tried to walk past him, but you held back. instead, you shrugged his hand off with a simple shake, walking off the property like the others had done minutes earlier. "fucking ass." you muttered to yourself with a shake of your head. john b glanced at his father, running a hand through his hair and tugging slightly.

'fuck.'

a/n: there wasnt too much to this one but its cute and i like it.

[thevestigeofvanillaan]

oh my gosh i luv ur stan hatefucking post 😭😭 i felt butterflies ITS SO GOOD

no bc hear me out i feel like cartman would totally do that... IMAGINE HE WOULD TOTALLY SNEAK IN CAUSE THE READERS PARENT HATE HIM

i love the idea u made and im asking if you could do it but with eric? :D if ya want to of coursee!!

- 🏩 anon :3

hi cutie!! thank you sm im really happy you enjoyed it :] !!!

cartman 10,000% would have to sneak in because he was such an asshole and your parents hate him.

like at midnight, here's eric cartman throwing rocks at your window. you'd open it and he'd accidentally hit you with a rock before laughing hysterically and climbing up.

"you're gonna wake up my dad, he'd kill you if he found you here." you roll your eyes and rub where the rock had hit you.

"your fault you talk so much shit on me to them"

"it's actually your fault you're such an asshole.." you mutter.

"'ey! what'd you say?" eric shouts and you smack his shoulder softly, shushing him loudly. "shut up!" you whisper shout. "why're you here?"

eric laughs, "i wouldn't be here for any reason other than to get my dick wet."

scoffing and rolling your eyes you lay down on your stomach, loudly sighing before he smacks your ass "ow, asshole!" you wince and he laughs.

too lazy and too tired to get up, you lie there and let eric strip you of your clothing. he kisses your back and whispers degrading comments at you.

eric brings his hand to your hips, pulling them up to leave you chest down and ass up in the air where he'd bring his hands to your wet cunt, teasing it before sliding his middle and ring fingers in, scissoring his way inside you. this pulls sweet moans from your mouth.

"shshsh, quiet slut." eric whispers out to you in a soft chuckle. but you couldn't help yourself. "such a loud little bitch, huh? yeah? need me to cover your mouth, huh? yeah?" he taunts in a baby voice with little nods as he slides his fingers out of you.

soon that hand is brought to your face where he pulls your head up by your jaw and eric shoves the two fingers that were just in your cunt into your mouth, soon sliding his cock into you.

the moans you attempted to let out were muffled by eric's fingers as his cock moves in and out of you, accelerating to a faster pace each thrust.

his other hand smacks your ass not too hard so it doesn't wake your parents, if they hadn't already awaken by the loud screeching of the bed.

the both of you were bound to get caught, just bound. and if you were, you feared not only cartman would be dead, but you would be too.

you'd known just how much your parents hated cartman, rightfully so. he was a jerk who'd bullied you your entire life ever since you were five years old.

"you're so stupid!" he'd laugh every time you'd get a question in class wrong. "slut!" he'd yell every time he'd seen you with a boyfriend. no matter what you did, eric was yelling or laughing at you for it.

you told your parents about everything he'd done, they also saw it. they hated him, so much.

it was fairly recently when you'd added a sexual aspect to your hateful relationship. ever since its gotten better with cartman, but not with your parents..

they still hated him, and that likely wouldn't stop.

"fu-ck–!" cartman groans quietly. "gonna cum.. cum with me precious."

when he said that you felt yourself growing closer to the edge. "cum with me, cum with me," he continued to repeat himself over and over again, every time he said it he thrusted harder.

and there that knot came undone and you came, feeling that warm liquid fill you up from cartman.

he'd lay beside you on his back, breathe heavily and softly chuckling. "can i stay the night, it's dark out."

"i guess so." you smile as he wraps his arms around you. "just be gone by morning."

[o-sunny-day]

FORGETTABLE AU SONG????? MASSIVE W??????

I really really like this song, just recently heard it from this new album When Death Was Mine, I highly recommend this song + the entire album + the artists whole work!! its all really good :3

But this song, I feel, works REALLY well for Sans’ POV of what we all know is gonna happen with Wingdings…

FIRST BIT!

How could this happen to us? The push and tug of your trust: are my favorite lines when attaching it to this AU. The perspective being Sans before the incident. We don’t know if Sans had been there during it, or if they’d had some sort of fight before it, or even something else; But I imagine GENERALLY something horrible and dramatic happened before. For the purposes of this im going with them having a big confrontation days before shit goes down. And this line would take place after that confrontation.

The curtains closed, the doors been shut: Wingdings being SILLY! and shutting everything and everyone out to do Gaster shenanigans!!! YAY!

Kicking up dust. Im playing the FOOL again: that dust ofc not being any USUAL dust, no no *finger wag* theres a really cool visual in my head of it being like a transition of Sans going outside to walk it off, going into Snowdin and kicking the snow, before that turning into dust being blown off from HOLES BEIN PUT INTO HANDS!!! for whatever reason why does he do that/why does that happen 😭 i’m excited to find out. Oh yeah and the fool part refers to how currently Sans feels foolish for trusting Wingdings that everything was totally A-Okay/he could handle it himself and Sans didn’t need to push.

SECOND BIT!

Am I gullible enough to take a walk in your shoes? The way you strut with a bluff, the way you act so aloof: More saltiness on Sans’ half. I love Wingdings’ style of lying, he just doesn’t say enough to actually lie 😭😭 I hate him sm.

As if the neckties a noose: this was UNNECESSARY

You’d dance on air for a bet: ok yes I can totally see this as WD just being a risk taker n shit. BUT ALSO PAPYRUS CAN WALK ON AIR SO ITS FUNNYHSDHSDHDSH seriously why does this song work so well

I’m used to balancing acts up to my neck: I really like this with Sans’ character not even just within this AU. He’s doing a LOT a lot of the time, while also making himself look lazy which is just another balancing act in itself. BUT for this AU specifically id imagine its more about Wingdings specifically than just his life in general-

LAST BIT!!!

The truth is that as the older you get, they’re more indifferent to you. The less they’ll act all impressed: This one would be more from Wingdings’ perspective cause yeah Sans is currently pretty frustrated I DON’T THINK HE’D BE THIS RUDE- I think this works better with the context of this being WDs own doubts, he was trying to figure out how to FREE THE UNDERGROUND- now he’s tryna free the godamn universe like MAN 😭 he’s gotta stop putting so much pressure on himself. Though I really REALLY like the idea of him not really caring about making relationships, but still needing to be loved by the wider public in a way. Like relationships? booo. Reputation? YAAAASSS

They’ll find all sorts of new ways to get inside your head: same premise as the last lines but I wanna highlight it cause it also works really well with Wingdings again, spiraling down the madness pit. He’s finding all sorts of new ways to get inside his OWN HEAD overthinking, smh…

Might die before ive said my peace: Wingdings might (will) die before Sans can say his peace to him….

Between you and me, if it’s alright, i’m not staying: Sans, in fact, does not stay at the lab! Those days are over, now it’s time to talk to mysterious door ladies and do nothing at sentry stands and purposefully annoy your brother.

The song as a whole gets a tad more aggressive and energetic than I feel Sans would be like, but the visuals of this happening inside of his head while he’s just kinda going 😶 irl is really fun :3

I haven’t heard the whole album yet cause I need to digest songs one by one especially if they’re such hard hitters- SO MAYBE ILL BE BACK WITH MORE WHEN DEATH WAS MINE FORGETTABLE AU SONGS!!!

oh yeah also the album title and cover is like ALSO REALLY GOOD FOR THIS AU WHY IS MY LIFE LIKE THIS WHY IS EVERYTHING CONNECTED 😭😭 I gotta redraw the cover with Wingdings wait omg hold on

ok quick sketch

LISTEN TO THE ALBUM GANG ITS SO FUN!!

[pebiejeebies]

Uhh weird chat abt why I think nickel’s apology was sketchy

NICKEL.. wasn’t the one who said sorry.

AND BEFORE YOU SCREAM AT MY FACE ANYTHING LET ME SPEAK!! I HAVE A REASON!

let’s talk about clover.

remember an/some episode(s) ago when nickel went on a therapy session with clover? Right?

she told him to rethink his whole life right??

NICKEL DIDNT RETHINK HIS LIFE. CLOVER DID.

It was all clover. Think about it

she’s lucky. She gets whatever she wants because of it too.

if she WANTS nickel to be friends with balloon, she will WISH that he becomes friends with him.

WHICH MEANS. there’s a high chance this whole apology was all just clover’s luck

we’ve seen how that stupid box was forced to do something it mentally/physically couldn’t. And it ended up doing what clover wanted (or at least keep her safe)

think about it. One episode, therapy with clover, next episode? Magically becomes the most nicest man ever and supports balloon while giving him his own space.

His apology felt so off, at first I was like YOOOO NICKLOON!! But in reality it was all clover, it’s just so off to me man.. maybe I just hate nickel or smth

But really think about it, there’s no way ANY person or object would do a full mental switch up THIS EASILY?! I took YEARS to stop abusing my sisters mentally and physically. There’s no way a fucking month will change him this quick. TRUST. ME.

I was as horrible as nickel and even worse too, it took years of struggle and patience to obtain what I have today! But nickel? NICKEL? NICKEL?!?! makes the luck do it all for him.

and that made me so fucking angry. you made me question myself and why I took so long to change, you are making other people think change is THAT EASY. you PEICE OF SHIT. (Not you dw, I mean AE)

Literally to the point I feel like nickel was like some sort of puppet or smth

Clover: do this

Nickel: alright

AND EVEN WHEN HE DOES IT ISNT EVEN HIS FUCKING CHOICE. IT ISNT. ITS HER LUCK. NOT NICKEL. now nickel feels like he fucking achieved something, when it was all clover.

LIKE COME ON. you made the fandom happy over something that could potentially be a lie?? There’s no way he magically becomes all cute and sweet and STAYS like that after her luck goes away. There’s just no way.

and ofc it had to be clover, it was all just to say “Oh he changed so quick because of—“ EXACTLY. they are cowards. they don’t wanna make the character slowly struggle and try to get better

they wanna get to the point and that’s it

so everyone goes WOAHHHH NICKLOON!! YAYY!! (no hate to the nickloon shippers btw) without taking so long, because they don’t know how to write any characters without some big flaw

So let’s just make clover “help” him!! Cause she’s lucky!! Yay!! And he can just change in a day or two!1 YAYY!!!/s

HERES ANOTHER POINT TOO. SHE CAME OUT OF THE FUCKING BLUE IN THAT EPISODE. “oh I just wanted to be a detective” yeah sure ae. Sureee… sure thing mf. Just solve one fucking word puzzle game and call yourself a detective. Idiots. (Again, pointed towards ae)

take a moment and think about this. Because maybe I’m just wrong, I’m usually wrong anyways. I just need to know I can’t be the only one who thinks that clover was the one who apologized, not nickel.

But for once I feel like I’m right about this, and if I am.. AE im fucking onto you. You fucking cowards.

(and before you ask, no. I’m not okay. I hate how they made me question myself. And I hate how they’re saying it’s so easy to change, and I hate how they’re so lazy about someone’s personality shift)

I don’t hate the animators. I don’t hate the storyboarders, I don’t hate the voice actors, I don’t hate ANYONE in ae. EXCEPT these fucking writers. There are so many better writers out there with ACTUAL ideas and ACTUAL talent, and experience and so much more about life and personality.

even I can write better characters without even planning it out. Imagine. Skill issue fr.

Please note that this isn’t targeted to you either, your opinion on this is valid, so is mine. Let’s keep this chat friendly though.

[extervus]

Like I'll be real, I wasn't super into it up until the Bruiant Mansion quest, which that was pretty good imo, but then when I got to Coldharbour? That shit blew my mind, I was NOT expecting it to be an entirely new worldspace tbh, I was expecting like a Moonspath to Elsweyr or Undeath situation where it's just extensions of the current map or an interior cell made to look like an exterior one. Honestly I could go on and on but everything about it is so far blows every quest based mod I've played out of the water, just from design and attention to detail/lore alone

I'm finally playing thru VIGILANT rn and hoooooooly fuck man these battles are actually crazy

[snoreyua]

₊˚ෆ ⁀➷　come back to me // ep. 5

synopsis : you and riki were childhood best friends doing everything together. when you entered middle school, you overheard him talking shit about you to his so-called friends. out of frustration, you moved schools and cut all contact with him. now starting a new year in high school, what will you do when riki unexpectedly transfers to your school? can you rebuild your friendship or will something much deeper will bloom?

word count : 1.1k

warnings : reader cries??, lowercase intended, not proofread, lmk if i missed anything

yua's notes : i had the biggest writer's block (it's the school air) 😭 im so sorry i left this for so long or if its not v good cuz like my brain isn't working at all 😵😵

previous masterlist next

story written under the cut

you yelped as your body was lifted swiftly. he had swept you off your feet, quite literally. riki chuckled at your reaction, looking at you with a fat grin painted across his face. you couldn't lie that you missed this feeling, when it felt like you and riki were the only people in the world. you felt your lips mirroring the silly grin he had on his face, as he continued to carry you out of the infirmary. "damn I've missed that smile," he looked down at you as your face went to a light shade of pink. he laughed at your face, causing you to blush even more.

"hey you know i'm not a baby, you can put me down i'm fine," you grumbled as riki continued to tease you. he chuckled before making a pouting face at you. "aww little y/n can walk by herself? I thought I needed to carry you all the way home," he laughed more as he gently set you down. you slapped his arm, causing him to flinch dramatically. he grabbed his arm and looked at you with an exaggerated pained expression. you rolled your eyes jokingly as you listened to his pleas of you kissing his arm to make it feel better.

after a walk full of laughter, screams and arguing, you had finally arrived at riki's house. he opened the gate, signalling for you to go in. he unlocked the door, showing the same house that you went to as a kid. you followed him inside, seeing his mother in the kitchen. "ah y/n! you're here again it's been so long!" she hummed cheerfully as she squeezed you in a hug. you hugged her back, a smile forming on your lips. "aunty! it's nice to see your beautiful face again after all these years," you grinned as she waved her hand. riki suddenly took your hand, telling his mother that he wanted to take you to his room before dragging you away.

"she still loves you as much as she did before," he sighs as he leads you to his room. you smiled proudly as you looked at his annoyed expression. "obviously, because i'm an angel unlike you," you teased as he stuck his tongue out to you, making you laugh. he rattled the doorknob slightly before pushing the door. his room had barely changed compared to before. his shinee posters still hung from the same spots, his dancing kit was thrown by the frame of his bed, his soccer carpet still an off white. the nostalgia hit you like a slap on your face. you watched him from the door as he walked inside, plopping onto his bed. he looked at you, patting the empty spot next to him.

you sat down next to him, falling backwards onto his bed. "your room has barely changed since I've last been here," your eyes met his as your head turned to him. he huffed before laying down next to you. "well, what can I say? I like how my room is," his eyes gazed at the creme ceiling. "it's still has messy. have you not cleaned it since I last came or something?" you looked at the piles of clothes on the floor. he laughed and shook his head. "I thought you knew me~ I'm too lazy to sort through them," he groaned as he looked at what looked like a clothing mountain inside his closet.

the sound of his mother's voice echoed up to his room. he got up, telling you he would be back. as he left, you stood up from his bed, walking towards his desk. it was slightly dusty, large stacks of books, paper and other things were scattered through the space. you giggled, thinking to yourself about how he never did his homework. your eyes landed on a photo frame on his desk. you picked it up, observing the photo.

you and riki were hugging each other, your body being lifted into the air as your faces were squished together side to side as you both had big grins on your face. it was from your first day of school. your jaw dropped, your eyes widening as you observed the photo more. why does he still have this? you thought to yourself. yes, you and him were childhood friends, but you didn't realise how long the two of you had been together. your bond was undeniably strong and the day that you left him was sure to also hurt him as much as it hurt you. your eyes stung with tears as you sniffled, your hands gripping on the photo tighter.

"y/n!! my mother made you soup! she said it will help you with your cold-" riki barged in the room, his face dropping when he saw you crying. he put down the tray, coming towards you. his hands gently turned you towards him. he hugged you tightly, stroking your hair as you cried into his chest. you really missed this feeling. he guided you to his bed, sitting on the edge as your tears stopped. his eyes landed on the photo frame in your hand, before looking at you again. "I'm sorry that was a bit dramatic of me haha," you managed to chuckle as you wiped your remaining tears away.

he stared at you with a sad look in his eyes. riki was going to say something but hesitated, thinking it wasn't the best time to ask you why you cried. he put the tray in his lap, scooching closer to him. "I know that you probably still aren't that comfortable with me, but please don't think that about yourself ok?" he looked at you concerned. you felt yourself crying again but you held back your tears and nodded. he scooped some of the soup into the spoon before hovering it in front of your mouth, waiting for you to drink it. you sipped the soup, the scratchy feeling in your throat being relieved. he continued doing it until there was no more left.

he set the tray aside, patting your back. "y/n, can we start over?" you looked at him, wide eyed as he stared at the carpet floor. you stayed quiet, thinking carefully. he did hurt you before, but the unbearable pain of him not being with you was way worse. you sighed, fiddling with your fingers before finally speaking up. "alright. let's start over," you smiled as riki's face lit up. he tackled you into a suffocating hug, making you scream in surprise before the two of you burst into laughter.

you didn't know how much you needed him.

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[reindeergames-wife]

idk guys

im like actually done with this. my parents fucking told the frickin doctor that 'im lazy, i dont have depression' and that all my fucking problems are self induced and that im doing this all for attention. ive been diagnosed with freaking autism, adhd, depression, and anxiety, but they think its all a lie.

i made an overdose attempt like 2 months ago but they didnt believe that i actually tried even though i told them that i had literally done it. my mum saw one cut on my calf, but she didnt bother to check my thighs saying, 'if a daughter of mine ever cut, she would be a disgrace in my eyes'

they banned me from doing anything with anyone except studying. and i can only do it with stupid teachers. i wake up, study, go to school, study more, and i sleep. at least thats what they think. over the past 2 weeks, i have gotten a total of 12 hours of sleep.

i actually dont know what to do anymore. i know people have it worse than me, but im actually struggling. my best friend made a suicide attempt, and theyve banned me from seeing her too.

i would really appreciate anyone reaching out cause im really struggling lmao

[isopodonanescalator]

Unpopular musical theater take???

oooh okay i have. a few!

people need to stop comparing six and hamilton. they are vastly different musicals

i know it’s done all the time but im not really a fan of how many movies have been turned into musicals. i want something new and obscure (although i love all of the musicals that are based on movies)

i absolutely adore the soundtrack to rent, and i enjoy watching it performed, but there is SO MUCH that could be done/written differently or better about it

Pippin is only a good show if it’s done well (sorry pippin lovers i just. CANNOT. enjoy it if it’s not good and i don’t know why)

the music to dear evan hansen is really good and i like it but Evan is NOT a good person. having anxiety and mental illness is not an excuse to lie to people and benefit off of someone’s suicide.

i can't stand the new trend of only having projections as set design like im sorry but i want REAL SETS!! it just feels lazy to me when they use projections :/

HUGH JACKMANS VIBRATO IS A LITTLE EXCESSIVE.

ALSO JEREMY JORDAN, ILY KING, BUT WHY IS YOUR BREATHING ALWAYS SO LOUD???

tiktok has KILLED a lot of songs from musicals by first of all causing people to call them tiktok songs and second of all it makes them overplayed to me

lin manuel miranda is better as a rapper than a singer. im sorry but his actual singing voice is just. not it for me

i enjoy Oklahoma (but i think that’s only because it was one of my favorite sets and choreo out of the productions i’ve been in) but to be completely honest? it’s a very basic and like. wooden? plot if that makes sense? like, i honestly enjoyed the B plot a lot more than the main plot of the show. Curly is played as a good person (because he is the mc) but hes actualy such a jerk!!! him and jud are both assholes and Laurey would have been better off on her own (i actually don’t know if this is a hot take or not i just don’t see a lot of people talk about it)

i feel like a lot of newer musicals are more focused on showstopping vocals than having diverse vocal ranges!! like there are little to no alto roles in a lot of popular musicals, and although im a soprano i would appreciate more alto rep

Heather Mcnamara isn’t mean, she’s just easily manipulated and wants to be loved (again i don’t know if this is really a hot take but it’s an opinion i have <3)

I HATE OPT DOWNS ON SONGS. IM SORRY BUT ITS JUST SOOOO ANTICLIMACTIC 😭

so yeah!!! thanks for asking sorry for ranting sm 😭

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Blush

soulmate AU 🦇🧸♥️

-Blink-

I grit my teeth as I slid into Mush’s truck. He grinned at me. I glanced at him

“what?”

“tired?” he chuckled. I groaned and slumped down in the seat. Everything hurt and my muscles were trembling. 

“yEs” I replied. he laughed and patted my hair gently. i glared at him and he laughed. I watched the teddy bear on his cheek move slightly as he grinned. I knew his mark by heart. It was a small teddy bear sitting upright, with one circle for an eye and a small x for the other. He yawned and glanced st me

“‘re you shakin?” he asked. I never really noticed his speech impediment much anymore. sometimes it was really prominent in words. I yawned

“stupid fucking conditioning cause stupid fucking Morris had to be a fucking asshole-“ I grumbled. Mush laughed, patting my hair again. I stuck out my tongue and yawned. 

Mush dropped me off at my house and i waved goodbye to him as I half-limped inside. 

“Louis?” My mom called 

“Yeah its me” I said, peeking into the living room. She was on the couch, reading a boom “I’m gonna shower” I said. She nodded and I grabbed my bag from where id dropped it on the floor, taking it to my room. I threw it onto my bed and I followed, letting my trembling muscles rest for a second before i stood up. I grabbed a hoodie and sweatpants out of my closet and went to the bathroom. I shut the door and turned on the water. I pulled off my shirt and looked in the mirror. The black mark just below my collarbone stood out. A small bat. It was upside down and the way it was positioned it looked like it was hanging from my collarbone. I sighed softly as I saw the bruises forming on me. I grumbled under my breath 

“stupid fucking Oscar” I growled, pulling off my jeans and boxers before getting in the shower. I ket out a low groan

“fuuuuck” I whined softly. It was the thirteenth. My birthday was tomorrow. My 17th birthday. and that meant I’d get my soulmates’ mark. I prayed it wouldn’t be obvious. I also prayed it wouldn’t be a boys if it was obvious. I wanted it to be Mush’s, bur at the same time i didn’t. I was scared that he wouldn’t want me. Not everyone believed in the soulmarks. but goddamn did i want it to be Mush. 

I got out of the shower and pretty much inhaled dinner. My mom laughed

“you excited for your birthday?” she chuckled. I shrugged, not looking up from my plate

“kinda” I replied. My mom laughed and mussed my hair as she took mt plate

“Ma-“ I protested, getting up to help. she shook her head

“you go lie down- you’re still shaky” she laughed. I protested as she practically pushed me to my room. I laughed and gave her a hug

“gnight mom” I laughed. she kissed my forehead 

“night Louie- dont stay up too late”

“I wont” I lied. she laughed.

——————

later that night i was watching a movie on my phone. I winced when i saw the time. 11:59. a minutes until id find out who i was supposed to be with. I sighed, rolling off my bed to look in the mirror. I stood and waited for what felt like an eternity. Eventually i felt a hot burning sensation on my cheek. I hissed and closed my eyes. It went away after a few seconds. Oh god it was on my cheek. oh god what was it. I slowly removed my hand from my cheek. I froze.

A teddy bear.

Sitting up.

one dot for an right eye

one x for a left eye

my hand flew to cover the mark. Itvwas warm to the touch. my phone buzzed. I looked. It was a happy birthday text from Mush. I smiled, my stomach doing a flip.

Mush: Happy birthday!! 🎁🎊🎉 

Blink: im old like you now

Mush: whats your mark

Blink: uH

Mush: oooo you know them dont you???

Blink: ass

Blink: You wanna come over later snd see?

Mush: sure :D

Mush: Imma sleep now night night

Blink: gnight

I smiled nervously and laid down. 

———yes another timeskip im a lazy writer ;P———

Mush flopped across the couch. i waved with my free hand. My left hand was over the mark on my cheek

“what’s your mark???” He asked

“what’s yours?” I replied. Mush shrugged and pulled his shirt collar down to display just below his collarbone. It was a bat. *my* bat. I felt myself redden as i moved my handy from my cheek. Mush stared at me

“Blink-“ He said, motioning between out cheeks. I pulled down my shirt collar to show him my collarbone. He stared at it. I looked down

“looo i know you-“

“Louis” He interrupted. My head snapped up to look at him

“Do you- is this something you wanna try?” he asked. I nodded. god more thsn fucking anything.

Mush grabbed me and pulled me close. oh my god his face was so close

“is this okay?” He asked softly. I nodded mutely and he kissed me. I kissed him. we kissed. I squeaked as he pushed me onto the couch. He pulled me so i was resting against his chest.

“this okay?” he asked. I nodded, wrapping my arms around him in a hug

“im happy you’re my soulmate” He said, pettinf my hair. 

“me too!” I hummed, pulling his shirt down so i could kiss the bat. He laughed and kissed the teddy bear on my cheek. I squeaked at the sensation. I pressed my cheek to his, the bears against each other.  he laughed 

“I never took you as a cuddly guy” Mush laughed as i snuggled against him.

I stuck out my tongue at him snd he grinned.

“ass”

“you know ya like mine” he grinned, winking. I felt myself redden and buried my  face in his chest. 

“oh god i really do” I whined. He rubbed my back

“dont worry i like yours too” he laughed.

“whatever” I grumbled

“im happy your my soulmate Louis” He said, kissing my hair. I leaned up and kissed his nose

“im happy you’re my soulmate too” I grinned

[storiesofsvu]

Alright, it is time. Im not gonna lie to you, I’m both excited and worried about this episode. Am I more worried about the potential cringe that might happen or the fandom lashing out when they don’t get what they want? I’m honestly not sure.

So like…can we please just remember, we get what we get and fics, video edits, etc can “fix” them and make the endings that we really want. PLEASE don’t be attacking other fans or tagging actors in your posts complaining about shit, lets be polite and friends at the end…

WHY do so many show use the iphone “alarm” sound for major alarms, it honestly drives me insane

We SAW voit going back into his cell so this has got to be a nightmare sequence.

THIS is the singing shit?! Jfc guys

AND there we go with the bullet wound paget teased, now we now that isn’t an issue.

Honestly, this entire intro would have been way more powerful if we hadn’t been shown the jemily sneak peek, cause obvi it’s not whats going on if that happens later on in the ep…

Okay so… Emily either ended up at pen’s or called her up to drink and crashed on that couch and that’s how she ended up there? (obvi drunk cause of the bucket, but I still want more info lol)

Rossi needs like..sleep…and meds… him being in charge of the bau rn isn’t okay. Obvi Emily wasn’t in much better shape, and jj is like going through her own shit but it’s been YEARS of rossi saying he doesn’t want the job and jj has been the interim boss before so like, shouldn’t it just go to her? also like, rossi could/should easily take a step back, chill out, take a day of leave, this isn’t healthy. God everyone on this team needs SO much therapy…

“please im a mom, I’ve seen worse” jj is literally shifting right back into mom mode cause she knows that’s what Emily needs.

Thank GOD for tara to be able to see this, and finally be able to dig into it (hopefully lol)

UGH I FUCKING LVOE TARA SO MUCH WHY DOESN’T SHE GET THE LOVE SHE DESERVES

Like, she KNOWS dave needs help and to talk and is avoiding therapy, but doesn’t really want to open up right away so she just sits with him and lets him know that she’s there…

JJ GRABBING THE CHEETO RIGHT AWAY YESSS

Okay at least there’s explanation as to why this scene is so dark LOL

How did Emily wake up, get snacks, get drunk and get high between the time Penelope left for work and jj get to the apartment. Like, I swear it’s still before noon…. Also … homegirl is SO high…lol

Okay, so, so far I am glad that the scene/scenario was so short, like that arc of this episode is the comedic arc (so far) that keeps the ep light. Yes, it is more paget in Emily than we’re used to seeing, but also, Emily is full on losing her shit and it’s this loose, a little wild, unhinged Emily (that we saw briefly in the ep Saturday when, once again, she was intoxicated) we also at this point in the ep don’t know how/why/when she got high. And things like cbd/gummies/smaller doses are pretty regularly and readily available, correct? (I live in Canada, its all legal here so im not sure on specifications and im too lazy to google it rn lol) OBVI it would be very against fbi protocol, but again, she’s convinced she’s lost her job already… (and we all do some wild/stupid/rash things when we think we’ve lost our jobs/are on the brink of it… trust me..)

I think this is the first time we’ve gotten to see Tara use her doctorate (is that the right word lol) amongst the team and I hope we get to see a lot more of it. Like, let’s remember that she’s a dr!

Ah, okay, its legal in the district… got it. HOWEVER, she does say she uses THC to get her brain to unwind and the way it was said seems like it’s a pretty regular thing?? So like.. does that shit leave your body within 12 or less hours? Or is it fine for a fed to test positive for a lowered amount? Im not good at science so I’m gonna pretend that it’s the same as having a glass of wine or bottle after work lol…

Omg lolololol. Okay, yeah this is very fanfic of them, but I don’t really care, as if Emily got EDIBLE FUCKING CHEETOS. Like of COURSE jj would snag a few of them.. LOL.

How tf is tyler in an interrogation room….

Emily talking about how the longer in the job you lose yourself or your loved ones or more and like.. she’s literally lost all of that multiple times and has still managed to come back and be strong for herself and her team? God im fucking crying.

ALSO sobbing over jj being worried about someone from her kids high school finding the ai porn, cause fuck that somehow didn’t even cross my mind…

Man they are really pushing garvez HARD this season… and I don’t know if I want them dating or besties lol.

Ngl. I honestly am SO much less invested in the case part of these episodes than the personal/friendships… I LOVE Zach and think he’s an incredible actor and when voit is a person and not a hallucination I don’t mind him being a regular, but this whole shit with tyler? Im bored. So bored. I’m bored of this case, I want sicarius gone. S16 was good, it was one mega unsub with a mini unsub per each episode and I liked that cause it was different yet also similar to the same style of 1.0. but this is.. pushing it.

Okay thank GOD tyler didn’t actually go rogue and go in alone, jfc he’s gained some sense.

Man, all these two girls have eaten all day is chips.. they need some actual food LOL. “the ones that came before us, Gideon, hotch” lowkey hate that there has not been a single mention of elle….

 I do love that emily’s team always has her back and wants her to continue to be working with them, but iirc there was some difference to when she was gonna quit with barnes in charge, reid begged her not to leave, jj says “I’ll support you no matter what”

LOL the “I can’t drive..” “well, I can’t…” “rideshare?”

Also im sorry but they’re both SO professional once they get to work and em’s in full business casual?? Maybe more time passed than led on cause they seem pretty sober now lol.

Alright, welp, that’s it. Tonight’s ep was honestly meh. I loved some moments; I hated others and some were super boring. Overall, not the strongest that we’ve had yet this season… who knows what next week holds!