#like that was what we did all through middle school soooooo………..

[brunetterightsactivist]

I wish rather than a weekly schedule work would work on more of a school schedule u know like personally I used to have blue day/white day so how about that? 1 day on 1 day off or maybe 2 days on 2 days off that would be so much better for me PERSHONALLY

[antivanwine14]

Thoughts on Unicorn Overlord now that I finished, both positive and negative (long post):

Positives

The graphics are beautiful. The models are great and it was a very pleasant game to play in that sense. I also appreciated the fact you can skip the battles when grinding or just doing minor battles.

Game play: the tactics and team building was a lot of fun and challenging. I really enjoyed building the squads and experimenting with different builts.

Characters: I enjoyed a lot of the interactions and thought the characters really carried it. The rapports were good and there were several times where I wish there was more. Some of them were very funny and others really did a lot of world building.

Drakenhold: By far the best developed of the lands. It is a very strong second area to go to and really builds on a lot of things. The story rapport with Gilbert and Alain is actually some of the best and shows a different side of the relationship between Cornia and Drakenhold which I liked a lot. Even though Drakenhold is supposed to be worse than Cornia, things actually have complexity and I enjoyed it.

Negatives:

The story is middling at best. At the start I enjoyed it and I thought the time spent in Cornia was actually decent if not very close to a middle tier Fire Emblem Story. Drakenhold was good and I wanted more of that. Ellheim was alright but very predictable with nothing interesting going on. But then we got to Bastorias and it was literally a filler arc. There was no real reason to go there besides being curious on how they were handling things. The plot in Bastorias was not related to anything else and none of the main central characters really had anything to do with the area. By the time we got to Albion I was pretty over the repetitive story beats (bad person who really isn't SOOO bad and no we are really best friends) and I thought Albion's bad guy reasoning of ‘I did it to protect the church’ was the weakest. I have no issue with him being against you but I almost wish they had just gone mind control on him rather than his weak reasoning.

Also the amount of times a scene ended with everyone laughing was ridiculous and I don’t understand it. This isn’t an after school special, not everything has to end with a laugh. Let there be emotions besides happy. It would have been nice for there to be more conflict in the areas we have been too besides just clearing out Zenoira. Like, if Zenoira went back and tried to take places or something. It was all just one and done and the war was both pretty easy and happy. A big set back would have been appreciated.

Plot hole: Fun fact, if you accidentally missed the Tatiana quest in Cornia, like I did when I went into Drakenhold, you are going to be absolutely baffled by Hilda’s stuff because characters are going to talk like you’ve been there and dealt with that plague and people.

Character design- oh boy is that something. The female design is so unfortunate and what makes it worse is there are elements of good. Some of the outfits are just fine and not all the body shapes are thin and tiny, which is always nice to see. I don’t mind some level of fan service (Hades did it very well) but SOOOOOO many of the women in UO are just designed to be sexual. To make it worse they try to excuse it with Yahna being like I want to dress like this (completely fine, if this didnt mean ALL the witches had to be dress like her) and then the elves can’t wear metal because of the fae which is interesting in concept but why are most of the lady elves in their underwear but the male elves are fully clothed? PS, Scarlet's boobs bobbing ALL the time got really annoying quickly.

Alain- he isn’t allowed to have almost any emotion except mild and happy and that is unfortunate. This is a character who has been through a lot and he should have been super interesting. I know he is supposed to be stoic but there is more to stoicism than being mild all the time. Let the man have character. I almost wish they made him a little more like Alear (good personality, shows their youth) or even something along what Intsys wanted to do with Byleth (very stoic and closed off in the beginning, starts to open up as the story goes along)

Male Romance- they were cowards and very few of the men can even hint at something more than friendship. You can marry your cousin but can barely get anything from a man. Some of the rapport's show some promise and funny enough some of the most random characters have decent romantic rapports. Rolf has almost no connection to the plot or other characters but is one of the best ones. I am fine with not all the men being romantic (Josef's extremely sweet father son stuff being some of the best and not romantic at ALL), but it would have been to see more done with them.

Romance in General- honestly, I know they would have taken out all the guys but they should have not made every character available for Alain. It takes away from their individual stories. I honestly wished they picked a handful of characters (men and women) and allow them to build the story and romance with Alain and allow the other characters to form their own relationships without worrying about Alain. Sharon and Ochlys have something going on and it really annoys me that they can up with Alain.

Overall:

I had fun and it definitely kept my attention, but I don't know if I can recommend it. Maybe get it on sale.

[soleadita]

Re your tags about the school major.... literally one of the biggest turnoffs for me about majoring in psych was being preached to by a bunch of middle aged white men about white men theories and they all thought they were the absolute shit and I was SOooooo just. Oh I was so fed up by graduation lol

LITERALLY. literally. oh my GOD. (ok so i tried really hard to answer this normally but it ended up being a rant of epic proportions and in hindsight i fear it's only tangentially related to your actual ask but i spent too long writing it so it's gonna stay.)

most of my professors were, thank god, not quite Like That (mostly older white women, which could be frustrating in other ways, but i cannot imagine having to take a bunch of white man psych dudes seriously for that long, holy shit) but boy oh BOY do i have one specific grievance to air.

so my major was specifically focused on child development (which officially spans ages 0-18 yrs), and basically we went through three years of like The Stages of Development (piaget, erikson, freud, vygotsky, etc) and Theories and The Major Studies and developmental milestones and preschool lab, and then in our fourth year, there was one (1!!!!!!) required class that was essentially like "cultural perspectives on xyz." (the titling of the class was absolute bullshit btw. cultural perspectives? as if we weren't already being taught from a cultural perspective. like, ok.)

the specifics of the class as a whole have mostly been lost to me at this point, but the gist was essentially "by the way, all the super old linear theories of development we've been drilling into your head aren't as widely applicable as everyone acts like they are and may, in fact, lead to detrimental assessments of people whose culture and backgrounds and experiences differ from the white upper-middle class cishet able-bodied male norm." (i did, for funsies, dig through my google docs this evening and skim some of my old notes. SHIT WAS WILD. god.) and i just remember feeling simultaneously super underwhelmed (like, yes, i figured this out two years ago and it would've been nice to get more than 10 weeks worth of a class on it?) and incensed (WHY ISN'T THIS MORE CENTRAL TO THE CURRICULUM FOR THE ENTIRE DEGREE?).

it's like. idk. when i wanted a tamale recipe that would taste close to my grandma's, i googled it in spanish, bc when i google it in english i get assaulted by white lady food blogs. but googling in spanish gives vastly different (and much more helpful) results. and that's kinda how i felt by the end of my degree. like, what would this have looked like if i studied it in other countries and in other languages? what's in their textbooks? who are the other scholars? and that's also tricky, i guess, because i get the sense that academia is pretty gatekept across the board, and it's not like going to other places is gonna change that necessarily? but still. other non-us-centric perspectives at the fucking least.

and the thing that kills me is like...wouldn't this be so much more exciting if we could pick this apart and examine it from multiple angles? and wouldn't you be equipping these future teachers or occupational therapists or social workers etc etc so much better? and wouldn't your research be stronger? and wouldn't you be able to better understand and serve and care for the children and families you're trying to work with? and how are you content to sit in your tenured position and teach the same shit quarter after quarter when you know there's SO MUCH MORE TO THE PUZZLE that you're NOT LOOKING AT?

ANYWAY. this is so far removed from the original point. i'm so sorry. i just love bitching and commiserating about shit like this. <3

[nicos-archive]

NGSUNC

Darla popped her gum as she scrolled through her phone. It was currently the middle of ‘class’ well, if the teacher was actually awake that is. Luckily for the class, their teacher seemed to always fall asleep during this period. What was supposed to be weapons class where they learned boring shit, students like her already knew, was basically a free for all study hall. Given, half the class had fucked off to do their own thing. She actually decided to stay considering her best friend shared this ’class’ with her. Being the only two weapons out of the group here gave them the perfect chance to gossip about everyone else.

Right, when she was about to point out a photo for her and Janne to critique, she got a message. Ugh. Why the hell did she add this guy as a friend? He was annoying enough, in person. 

[Text Chad]: Hello

[Text Darla]: Whatever

She wasn’t going to bother to be nice to him. It wasn’t like she did so in person. If it wasn’t for his personality, she would be willing to admit he was cute. 

[Text Chad]: Hey baby girl I like your pics and guess what so does my dick

[Text Darla]: Chad stop. Don’t be rude. I’m not going to send you any nudes. 

Darla then backed out. Hoping that would be the end to that conversation. 

“Oh my death, Janne, babe. Remember how I added Chad back? He’s fucking asking me for nudes.”

“Oh my death. That’s soooooo crazy.” He responded in the most bored tone possible. Not bothering to look up from his own phone. “Fyi I’ve seen his dick in person. It’s like 5 inches and it bends upwards.”

“Dude! I like… so didn’t ask!” She snapped back. 

“Umm, I like told you about it last week or whatever. I blew him in the bathrooms.”

“No, I think I was on the phone with you actually because I called you right before he finished.”

“Oh yeah.” 

Darla then looked back at her phone to find 16 messages from an unknown number. When she finally looked at them, she groaned. It was chad. Not only was he asking her for nudes, still he had sent dick pics. 

“Oh my death, how the fuck did he get my number?!” As soon as she asked, she knows who. Her head snaps to glare at Janne. “Did you give it to him?”

There was an awkward pause as Janne pretended to not have heard her. “Umm, why would I do that?” Janne said, trying his best to sound innocent. A couple more seconds pass as he states back at her. He sighs. “Ok. Yeah. I did. I thought he was gay.”

“Oh my death. He won’t stop texting!” Darla groans and runs her hands through her hair as she leans back in her seat. 

Janne then picks up her phone to see the extent of the damage. Ok yeah. This was pretty bad. 

“Oh my death. He’s asking you if you would consider him as a partner. I can’t tell if he’s clueless or pathetic. No wonder, he’s yet to get a weapon that would put up with his horny ass.” Janne commented as he looked through the sea of messages. 

“I already told him I wasn’t going to send him nudes. How much fucking clear could I be? Wait. How the fuck do I block his number?” Darla then would reach for her phone, only to pause as it started to vibrate. Oh Death, he was calling now. “Is he fucking calling me right now? What the fuck? He’s totally fucking harassing me right now. Isn’t this illegal? Like, it should be because I think looking at his stupid turkey dick made my ovaries shrivel up and die.” She couldn’t help but start to rant, as she was quickly getting fed up with the situation. 

“Wait. I think, I know how to deal with. I’m like, so game but, I don’t know about you.” Janne said.

“Are you saying what I think you are? You really think we could pull that off?” Darla already knew what he was suggesting.

“I’ll wake up the teacher. You text him back to meet you in the hall. We’re so going to stop him from pulling this shit with you or anyone else again.” Janne smiled.

“Okay. Bet. Let’s do it.” Darla smiled back.

Death, she really loved this school. Ass kicking was 110% allowed as long as a teacher was there to see the fight, and they had that covered. Even though they were both weapons and couldn’t wield each other, they so had this in the bag.

It was after the fight was over and done with that Darla would take photos of her and Janne posing next to Chad’s bloody, bruised, unconscious body on the floor. 

[igiggledalotthenigotshot]

apologies for not being happy for you but you keep doing this to yourself. every man you brought in between us has ruined us more and on top of that was a shitty person. we are JUST getting out from ANOTHER abusive relationship of yours and yeah I guess I can blame it on you since you are now up another guys ass just because he has a house. you are so fucking easy to get and it pisses me off. all these years I've been wondering when we were still living with your ex if I even like you or if I hate you, if I even love you like you ask me every single day almost. and maybe ever since you left me to go up to North Dakota something in me completely cut you out from my feelings because it hurt me. maybe after being sent to foster care and being traumatized by those people forcing me to wear diapers and telling me I'm never going home and how you don't love me hurt me so much too. AND IT WAS APART OF YOUR FAULT I EVER WENT THROUGH THAT. your dumbass worker you had living with us at the time put drugs in my school backpack and you know he does drugs down in the basement. its your fault for allowing him to stay at our home and bring in hookers every night. all your fault. so maybe those tiny itty bitty memories fucked me up alittle bit and I blame you for it. you never truly apologize for shit that you do either. you write me these little sorry notes and then continue to do the shit that gets us no where. you literally get on top of me and choke me out, stuffing rags down my throat with your hands around my throat, strangling me to be quiet just because you "can't take my screaming" I WONDER WHY THE FUCK I WAS SCREAMING. maybe I blame you for that too. maybe all those times your ex abused me even right infront of my friend once hurt me too considering when I called you crying and you came back home, all you did was yell at him. you never called the police or did anything about it once. second time it happened you came home and sat right next to him on the couch and let him wrap his arm around you. you're a piece of shit if you think I should give my all just because you are my mother. I will NEVER forgive you. there's absolutely nothing you can do TO make me forgive you for that. oh, just to add the cherry on top because you keep avoiding this situation and act like it never happened, on the 4th of July in 2022 or 2021 we were in the living room after I made us both a glass of water because you craved one soooooo badly. your lovely ex boyfriend gets downstairs and sees OH NOOO a melted ice cube on the counter. so he tells me to clean it up. what do you let him do after that? I remember you saying "whatever, do whatever" before walking away and he punched me right in the middle of my face, not holding back at all. you can keep pretending like you did shit and like you never told him to do "whatever" but don't be surprised when I cut you completely out of my life. you can keep blaming your "pstd" for grabbing a hold of me and choking me for crying but don't be surprised when I cut you out of my life. remember all those arguments? those questions that you would ask me that if I even loved you because I gave you alittle glare after you proceeded to down me for even existing pretty much and blaming all your problems on me (no exaggeration) and asked if I loved you at all? I don't. I really don't. I might've at some point in my life when I was younger but you cling onto my past self so much that all you want is to see toddler ýùmì again, the easily brainwashed idiot child because I was too naive and I did everything you told me to do, i forgave easily, I was SWEET and KIND and a LOVEABLE PERSON and EVERYONE LOVED ME because ýùmí did as you asked and I was your little puppet. you don't like that I grown up and can do for myself now. fuck you. I can't wait to commit śùìçìdè again on the 4th. no, I'm not happy for you for getting s new boyfriend. want me to congratulate you? CONGRATS ON GETTING A NEW BOYFRIEND. you are a piece of shit.

[fairlyqualityanon]

Hey Emma. I’m using the submission box cause anon doesn’t work for some reason.

I don’t know completely what happened, but from what I’ve gathered, I’m truly sorry you’ve had to deal with such toxic people. They’re not your friends. True friends don’t use information to harm each other, and they CERTAINLY keep their word. I know I’m just an anon, but I and several others would truly miss you if you died. Perhaps you can talk to some of the other people on here, like [PERSON 1] or [PERSON 2]?

I hope you’re feeling better mentally, and if you need to take a social media break, then please do so. Stay safe.

P.S. Some of us do care and don’t want you to shut up, but as someone who’s brain tells them to shut up too, all I can offer is a virtual hug.

(changed names for some semblance of anonymity)

Weird, it was working earlier, and I don’t think I’ve blocked anyone recently that’s not a porn/spam blog…

Well… without getting into the grisly details, Person 1 knew ahead of time my history and promised to tell the others. When I finally messaged them (44 hours later) saying they didn’t keep their promise, I was told I was too harsh with Jane and the person who kept defending her. When I asked them asked after Jane did her victim-blaming BS (except for the “I should die” Jane’s entire vent was plagiarized from my conversation with her explaining why/how badly I was hurt, which she also did last time soooooo), they said all 3 mods agreed “Emma said I hurt her so I will publicly threaten to kill myself” was absolutely unacceptable, but afaik nothing was said in the chat about it. They also claimed that tons of people had asked them if I was okay… obviously, I have 0 reason to believe that. They also said they believed me, and I’m trying to believe that’s true.

As for Person 2, they’re the one who announced I was harassing Jane; afaik nothing was said to correct the “Hey turns out Jane was harassing Emma and Emma was trying to explain to you guys what was going on in the middle of a PTSD spiral and you’ve all been dogpiling on her without bothering to ask a single question” mistake. When I was purging followers yesterday because I don’t want people who think her behavior is acceptable to follow me… I saw Person 2 publicly raving over how much they adore Jane. The truly messed up part is that ‘Nemesis’ + ‘Incident’ over a decade ago culminated in “I believe they sexually abused you and tried to get you to kill yourself, but they seem cool and you’re too damaged by them so I am going to be friends with them and don’t want to talk to you again”… fucking hell, man. People be like “wow you totally overreacted to something minor” until they see the longass history of assorted abuse I’ve been through.

So uh… it should be blatantly obvious why I don’t believe any “friends” care, not when their actions directly contradict the claims.

;.; Virtual hug is greatly appreciated, that’s all I’d really wanted, was for someone to notice I left because I was hurting and to care. On the bright side, I seem to have made a couple new friends out of it?

And yeah, leaving social media might be a good idea in theory, but I don’t really have anyone to talk to IRL. My coworkers are a horrible influence and we don’t have much in common beyond a twisted sense of humor. That’s why I wondered why I shouldn’t just make my own server. My therapist, when I told him the other day, said he was happy I’d left the server because - paraphrased - it sounded like a toxic middle school.

It’s less “my brain tells me to shut up” and more “people who saw whatever-’It’-was go down tell me to shut up because I had the audacity to (try and) stick up for myself” which… is what happened. That’s where that tag came from - which Jane stole last time she went “Emma didn’t appreciate me stealing her plot point and mocking her sona, how dare she harass me!!!”

[starpros-sunshine]

Favorite wataei moments? <3

I'm sorry this must be the worst possible answer but I'm gonna have to say all of them because just. They're such a duo (affectionate)

I think a really big part of the beauty of wataei is that they're so. Uhm. How to word this. They're very...rich? In a way?? Like there's just so many things about them that really wanna make you go and swallow drain cleaner before you start screaming and there's just something abot every moment of theirs that really brings that out??? I hope this made sense???

But if I'd have to pick a specific favourite it's probably the Tempest waltz because that one's very sweet and I'm weak for sappy romance stuff and there's something about Eichi being what I'm gonna call self indulgent (for lack of better wording) that just. Gets me every time <3 (all of the Tempest wataei moments actually I love that event so much fine my beloveds and the cgs mwah mwah mwah)

(Close second must be either the ep:link mask scene or that one time in elements when Wataru was practicing his lines on the school rooftop and Eichi was watching him and pining so hard he partially turned into a forest)

(or that one time in Fist of the Shangri-la Idol where Wataru was like "That filth precisely is one of Eichis, dare I say all of humanities charm point!" And Eichi just answered with "Thanks I love you too Wataru" I thought that was really fun same with Sanctuary during the helicopter ride when Wataru basically said the same thing to him ("It is precisely because you are so deranged that I take such interest in you! <3") or when Eichi just left Tomoya in the middle of nowhere to dramatically make his exit with Wataru although I'm not sure if that really counts as a Wataei moment I just think that one's hilarious AND OH MY GOD HOW COULD I FORGET EICHIS FEVER DREAM FROM JINGLE BELLS That one also just </3 so bittersweet </3 or literally every time everyone mentions how Eichi would buy Wataru the world if he asked for it or in the Milky Way story the soba(??) which Eichi said reminded him of Watarus hair and then immediately went "actually, where is Wataru?" and the counter piece from Neverland where Nagisa made a pun on Ibaras name and Wataru went "oh you made a pun! Our Eichi is quite fond of those too! <33" (living in each others minds rent free lomve) and also that time in the summer vacation (I think it was called?) where Kaoru was calling for help because Wataru wouldn't leave him alone and Eichi just "Why, are you cheating on me Wataru?" I just thought that was really amusing they did not hold back on the wataei in that story though chapter one I think it was they already had them with the "Just for being yourself you've already earned 100 points!" "Well then I shall continue to aim for 120." And Watarus grandiously announcing Eichis arrival and Eichi answering with "oh you're making me blush" and NOT TO FORGET THE MILKY WAY SCENE AFTER THE LIVE WHEN THEY WERE SITTING AND EICHI WAS IN AWE ABOUT VALKYRIES PERFORMANCE AND THE "after all, the one who taught me that this world could be more beautiful than anything else was you." (I think it was something along those lines) which. Biting through a wall. And in daydream the way Eichi described Wataru was also *chefs kiss* I really liked that scene it was also very bittersweet (mainly bitter but that has it's appeal too no?) And aaah gosh the ending chapters of ep:link too those were sooooooo ("You could be Momotarou born from a peach. You could be a nameless extra of unknown origin. It all wouldn't matter because the one standing right in front of me is the Hibiki Wataru I love and admire." Dying deceased dead.) Just the way they are the reason we even have this entire store just the way they shaped the narrative I am soooooo normal about them AND DINER LIVE THE LAST CHAPTER when he said he wanted to stand on the same stage as Eichi not as a member of fine or as one of the five oddballs but as just Wataru that was also very <33 :)))) and all of Magnolia chapter 6/7/8 the bet to play a game and then the loser has to buy the winner lunch and the doll (that doll I am still not over that) and the way there's multiple dolls and "You're a genius I have taken quite a liking to" and the way Wataru wanted to hand those dolls up by the neck outside of the window for good weather and when Eichi had the Wataru doll sit in his chair so it wouldn't get dirtied I think was the reason and Tori was very weirded out by the situation I lomved that a lot they're very neat I love them a lot I love them so much they're so dear to me <3333)

[kkusuka]

The HQ boys try to make the reader blush cause they don’t see it often but y/n is a flirty libra and doesn’t blush that easy. I think this would be so funny, like they all cockily flirt with her and she just flirts right back -✨puppy🤩

Flirting with them <3 

with: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

it’s fluff, soooooo :)

(you didn’t specify so i’m just gonna do all the flirts lol)

(head cannons too because why not, with a splash of drabble because why not 2x)

𝙰𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚞  𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊

he’s a flirt

point blank period

and he throws it all out there too, all or nothing for this man

and he really pulls all that out for first dates 

grabbing your hand, bringing it up to meet his lips as he bows at your entrance down the stairs, Atsumu is in awe.

it’s not everyday he gets to see you dressed up and pretty for a date, damn his schedule. but damn once more, does the dark purple satin fit you like a glove.

“you look like an angel, my love~”

a line he expected to be met by a soft giggle maybe a thank you.

not you grabbing his cheeks in hand, pulling his head up towards yours. watching your tongue roll over your lower lip, that’s pulling into a smirk.

“i don’t know, you look quite delectable yourself.”

he pretty much spontaneously combusted

he kinda sat there for a second, like it had never happen before he was the smooth one 

first dates are usually filled with fluffy get to know you things

but this one was just back and forth pick up lines seeing who you be red faced by the end of the night

surprise surprise neither of you break, and im not saying you were forced to leave the restaurant at closing

but 

you were forced to leave the restaurant at closing. 

(legend says he’s still trying to make you blush to this day) 

𝙾𝚒𝚔𝚊𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚞

for someone who is considered a ladies man

he is very easy to make blush 

he wishes he could just curse you to hell, imagine how annoying it would be for him to be able to have any person he wanted and the one person he wants is completely unaffected by him???

it could not be worse than this, it just wasn't possible. 

if Tooru doesn’t hunt you down every morning, he’s sure doing a good job at pretending too. everyday as you open your locker, he’s suddenly next to you, complementing anything he can think of.

“aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?” 

its like they get worse everyday, it’s almost sad, but that never stops you from playing along. 

“i love my bed but I’d rather be in yours.” and for a second it was silent. 

he was just standing there, looking at you. face blank, you thought you broke him until his face erupted in flames. mouth gaped he attempted yo say something anything back. 

“aw~! you look so cutie-petutie all red!” 

it turns out it can get worse, much worse 

but it seems to be working out in some random way. 

you look for him now, be it to make fun of him or pinch his cheeks to make them redder then they were 

but you’re near him! so that’s a start! 

he did manage to make you blush just once, he did have to eskimo kiss you, but it was a blush and that’s all he wanted. 

he still uses pick up lines, they don't work, but he tried and you appreciate that 

𝚃𝚎𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 𝚢𝚞𝚓𝚒

it’s not a shocker that he cornered you in the middle of a hallway 

it was kind of his thing 

you had heard about his little adventures in the hallway, usually from girls squealing in the cafeteria

but he hadn't done it to you, it hurt a bit an you were determined to show him that you were worth it 

“hey baby” 

you finally understand why all the girls fawn over him. looking down at you, he did look fairly gorgeous. and you could see his rumored tongue piercing through his smirk. 

“just walking, handsome, how about you?” 

well, well, you’ve grabbed his attention. he’d been getting himself ready to talk to you for like a week, an he was finally ready. now all he has to do it not completely shut down like the last four times he attempted to walk near you. 

“i’m trying to pick up the most beautiful person in school, you’re lucky you get to see them everyday in the morning” 

you had to let out a laugh, as awful as it was it made you want to smile. 

“i’m not sure, it right up there with how you get to look at the hottest gut in the prefecture when you look in the mirror.” 

and he was done for

he couldn't even look at you, he wasn't embarrassed, well yes he was but now all he could think of was your hand on his burning face 

and now he was looking at you, and you were smirking, you knew what what you were doing to him 

“i’ll see you around honey, maybe you can show me what that tongue can do~” 

he was starting to think it was going to be harder to make you blush than he thought. 

𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞

this was a running game between the two of you 

a game that literally everyone around you gags at, it gross how much you to liked each other but didn't say it 

and it was kinda crazy that Kuroo has yet to win a single round of this 

“Do you have 11 protons?” 

oh hear we go, you barely had a foot though the door before he was on you. he looked at you like he wanted to eat you. 

“no, why?” watching his gaze you could see his smirk widen. 

“Cause you're sodium fine.” 

of course it was something stupid, but you couldn't stand the smug look on his face as he sat you down, brows raising, waiting for your response.

Leaning towards his face, you could see the pink rising to the apples of his cheeks  

“well Y’know Kuroo, Chemists do it on the table periodically, so we better get on with it.” 

and that just broke the dam between the two of you. 

your game went form cute little line to full on dirty talk in the middle of the chem room. 

he’s gotten you wet, no blush. but it’s a feat

it’s worth the mocking and groans from classmates because he is 100% sure it’ll happen one day 

𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞

suna doesn’t get flustered

it just doesn’t happen like that, he’s calm and collected 

but sometimes he’s just very snarky and flirty, so when you match his energy he loves it

“I’m not a weatherman, but you can expect a few more inches tonight” 

oh, so this was how you movie night was about to go. nothing was on the line but you were not going to lose to rintarou. 

“Are you a light switch? Because you really turn me on.“

fully turning to look at you he dragged you thighs to rest on his waist, sitting back on his heels, making an exaggerated thinking face before and even more cartoonish idea face. 

“Are you a washing machine? Because I want to put my dirty load in you.” 

that was good, but you weren't out just yet. 

“ I have 206 bones in my body. Want to give me another one?”

eventually when you guys just run out of idea’s he makes due on his lines 

nothing stops either of you from doing it near people either, you hear ‘tsumu complain about it more than any normal conversation 

it’s gotten so bad that you have a list of all the dirty pickups lines you could find and wrote them on the notes app 

you didn't need to win, but you were not going to lose 

[hollandsmushroom]

heyy, how are you today?? i would like to request a tom holland x reader where the reader is younger than him (like she's 19 or 18) and she feel really insecure about this and tom comfort her and is all fluffy

My day has been okay, I got sunburnt on my shoulders.

A/n: I am in no way encouraging bigger age gap relationships but it's not my business what you do soooooo. also both of these ages are legal and capable of giving consent so... please dont hate me. Also stay safe, dont date weird older men, that's shit hust isnt fun.

Not age specific but noted that reader is younger!

It wasnt that you hated your age, it wad just that it was something that you were made to feel ashamed of and as you sat on your couch mindlessly scrolling through your phone waiting for Tom and another article about you being a money chasing child passed your eyes you lost something in you. Clicking in the icon for the article it opened, explaining how you were a whole 6 years younger than Tom and how you would be nothing without him and you couldn't control it, you just started to cry. Messy tears ran down your cheeks as sobs raked through your body, mind racing as to if these people were right. Did they make a valid point when they mention you were going into middle school when he could drink. Did these thing actually have an impact on the health of your relation ship.

"Love?" You heard the familiar accented tone reach your ears as your front door swung open to reveal Tom. He stepped over the threshold, eyes immediately finding your shaking form on the couch, brows furrowing in confusion as he made his way quickly to you.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He got to his knees in front of you

"I'm too young for you" you mumble, your face still buried in your hands.

"What? Why do you say that?" He was confused, he knew the age gap was something but it wasnt massive.

"Because it's what everyone else says, I'm too young and dont know what I'm doing and you've bad more life experience and deserve to be with someone more mature and who experienced the same cultural things as you" you rush out, only managing a ragged breath in the middle of all the words.

"You think we aren't gonna work out cause we didnt watch the same telly as kids?" He joked, his comment made you laugh, a smile spreading on your cheeks causing his eyes to crinkle with his own grin. You smacked his chest lightly as your smile fell.

"But what about maturity and me being a gold digger and that stuff" you mumbled, eyes downcast once again.

"If I thought you were either of those things I wouldnt have dated you" he assured as he cupped your cheek.

"Really?"

"Yes really, now give me a kiss hello" he demanded and you happily obliged.

[grandwretch]

You mentioned Chaucer??? Frickin love that man pls tell me all about his influences on modern fiction

(PS thank you for taking my silly little science quiz)

YES OKAY

so the thing about Chaucer that I find so fascinating is that he was Shakespeare before Shakespeare was Shakespeare. Which doesn't make any sense, but like, stay with me here. Like high school English teachers love ol Willy Shakes soooooo much for like inventing words and making dick jokes artistic, but its time we admitted that Chaucer did it first. Like, he's the entire reason that novels aren't written like academia. Literally any time you read a book where the narrators personality/vernacular comes through in the narration, Chaucer made that possible.

And a lot of people don't appreciate that enough, which i get because like he wrote in Middle English, and we don't understand it. its the same way high schoolers don't get the sex jokes in Shakespeare? Because they have no idea whats going on. But Chaucer specifically wrote in the commoners' Middle English (bc the people telling the tales were commoners) and it CHANGED THE SHAPE OF LITERATURE FOREVER

also Shakespeare loved Chaucer, so like, he deserves partial credit for everything Shakespeare did. To Me.

ALSO THE PARDONER WAS GAY IM NOT ACCEPTING CRITICISM FOR IT AT THIS TIME . FIRST QUEER VILLAIN IN FICTION HISTORY.... he's my best friend. be gay, steal money from Christians. Its always morally correct. (/j)

[madarasthicc]

Family Ties: Fourth

Here we have the birth of child number four. Meaning we are almost to Izuna!!!

[FT: Middle] -> [FT: Youngest]

Ruby sighed as she shifted Togakushi in her lap. Being pregnant so soon after Togakushi meant she couldn’t just lift him up whenever she wanted. Especially in her last trimester. He fussed grabbing at her clothing trying to get comfortable. 

“I can take him.” Tajima offered when he stepped into the nursery. Ruby merely nodded and handed the child over. “I know, I know.” Tajima held Togakushi to his chest, rocking the boy. “It’ll be okay-“ 

“I just feel so bad.” She sighed leaning back into the chair. “I want to give him attention but I can’t just lift him up like he wants.” Ruby huffed, rubbing her round belly. “And getting up and down is starting to get hard.” 

Madara stepped into the room. “I finished playing with Myoko. She has school now, soooooo-“ Madara rocked up on his toes. “Can I play with the baby now?” He asked, his hands reaching up to the child in Tajima’s arms. 

“Madara, I don’t know …” Tajima looked at Ruby. The boy was three and very gentle, but it always had him pause. 

“I’ve been playing with dolls with the girls since fore I can remember. I can be careful.” Madara huffed, making grabby hands. “Give me my brother.” 

Ruby had to stifle her laughter watching Madara. He would make a wonderful father one day. So soft and gentle with smaller beings already. 

“Togakushi is heavier than a doll, Madara.” Tajima warned but leaned down. Still supporting the child’s head he eased the baby into Madara’s arms. 

With a huff, Madara eased himself to the floor. True to his word he supported Togakushi’s head with his arm and let the baby lay in his lap. 

“Told you.” Madara huffed as he looked up at Tajima before focusing on his brother. “His hair is like the clouds. So soft and fluffy.” He cooed combing the thin strands.

Tajima hummed and sat down cross legged on the floor. “Very good.” He smiled, reaching out to comb through Madara’s curls. “And yes, it’s very much like clouds. Did you know that’s where your mama comes from?”

“What? From the clouds?” Madara asked, looking up at Tajima and then at his mother. “She does have hair like the clouds. So she’s from the Divine?” 

“Oh you flatter me so.” Ruby chuckled. 

“She’s my gift from the divine.” Tajima sighed, resting his chin in his hand as he looked at his wife. To him she was always glowing-

pregnant or not, sick or in health. 

“Both of you, terrible flirts.” She laughed. 

“Hardly if it’s true.” Tajima said, shifting closer until he knelt in front of her. Kissing her hand first, then her round belly, before they met in the middle for a kiss. 

“Why do you touch your lips together? What’s so special about it?” Madara asked, watching them. 

“I’ll tell you all about kissing when you’re older.” Tajima groaned, sitting back on the floor. 

“Urg it’s always ‘when you’re older’.” Madara groaned wanting to flop onto his back. But he had to keep still to hold Togakushi just right.

——

This time Tajima refused to leave Ruby’s side during her labor much to the midwife’s argument. 

“What about the kids?” Ruby huffed, her hand clenching Tajima’s, groaning through a contraction.  

“They’re with the nurse maids. They will be fine. Just focus on the baby.” He said, using his free hand to wipe her face with a cool towel. 

“Hard not to!” She huffed. 

“Sorry.” Tajima gave her a soft look. “Whatever you need I’m here for you.”

“I need you to stop putting babies in me.” She trailed off with a grunt. “Gods above it’s been hours hasn't it?”

“I’m sorry my lady, it’s only been an hour.” The healer looked ashamed to correct Ruby. 

“Then it’s an hour too long! Come on, Toga was out in thirty minutes.” She huffed shifting her body. “Come on.”

“Ruby, you’re not dilated enough. This one will take time.” Yura said softly, patting her thigh. 

“Noooooo, this baby needs to be out.” She whined, shaking Tajima’s hand. 

“Is there anything we can do? To help it along?” He asked, looking between his miserable wife and Yura. 

“Walking can help, swaying or dancing as well.” She suggested. 

“I’m already on the bed, I can’t get back up.” Ruby huffed. “So useless.” 

“Maybe if you move on your side, then to your back it might help? Give your body a swaying motion.” Tajima suggested but felt rather dumb. He hardly knew anything about pregnancy and births; such things were not vital to his position.

“Urg! I’m not rolling around like a pig.” Ruby snapped, yanking her hand out of Tajima’s.

“You’re hardly a pig darling.” Tajima pointed out, shifting to pin back more of her white locks. 

“I feel as fat as one ready for slaughter.” She whined, hands gripping her belly. 

“You’re more beautiful than any of the Divine’s creatures.” Tajima said, his voice soft and tender. “Even during labor.” 

“Your sweet talking is what got me in this situation, Tajima Uchiha.” She pointed out, slowly pulling herself up to sitting. “Oh gods, this is worse.” Tajima moved to help her stand. His arm went around her, helping her stay standing through the next contraction. 

“Aaaaaaarggggggg Tajimaaaaaa.” She groaned, squeezing his arms as he held her. “This is aaaaaalllll your fault.” She growled. 

“Darling, I hate to burst your bubble but you were very much there when this happened.” Tajima said, trying not to laugh. 

“Oh fuck!” She cried out trying to walk. “Don’t laugh at me!” 

“I’m sorry darling, really I am.” Tajima said, holding onto her as they began to walk the room. 

“This is the last one!” She huffed as they made slow movements. “The last one, you hear me.”

“Yes. Yes, I hear you. Shall we stop having sex then? I don’t wish to put you through more pain.” He said, standing close to her in case she grew weak. 

“That is NOT what I said Tajima and you know it.” She snapped, intentionally squeezing his hands. 

“Well, that’s a risk we take then.” Tajima grimaced as she squeezed his hands far harder than he was sure was necessary. 

“Ah sir? There are condoms.” A midwife pointed out. Tajima merely blinked at the woman, honestly shocked anyone was really paying attention to their conversation. 

“See!” Ruby couldn’t help but laugh, nearly doubled over at the surprise look on Tajima’s face. “Or you know pull out? That would be a bit helpful.” 

“I am not talking about our sex life right now in front of other people.” Tajima said, his face turning red. A bit of it in embarrassment. 

“It’s not like they don’t know we have sex. I’ve had four children- well I’m having number foooooouuur.” She groaned through the contraction curling in on herself a bit. 

“It’s one thing for people to know and for us to be discussing it with them!” He said, his voice shrill. 

“I never took you as such a prude Tajima Uchiha.” Ruby teased him. Walking around was certainly helping her feel better. At least poking fun at her husband helped her distract herself. “And after you folded me in such positions.”

“Ruby!” Tajima gasped. His face was as red as any sharingan. “Enough!” He stomped his foot, trying to be intimidating. Instead it was more like a petulant child throwing a tantrum. It had all the healers snickering.

——

Tajima remained either at her bedside or helping her walk the room for nineteen hours. She was able to get some sleep but this was by far the worse labor she had had. Even Madara’s wasn’t this long. 

“Tajima I can’t-“ she sobbed when the midwife told her she was dilated enough to push during contractions. 

“Yes. You can darling. I know you’re tired.” Tajima said softly as he pet her hair back. He brought a cool towel to her face. 

“You know? You know nothing!” She screamed. “Ah gods! Get this child out of me!” She yelled with the next contraction. 

“You have to push with the contractions-“

“I fucking know that!!” She yelled back. “I’ve birthed three. I know what to do! You don’t need to tell me!” She screamed, grabbing the bowl beside her and tossing it. 

An older midwife moved the woman aside. “Ruby, you will push this baby out now. Or divine so help me.” She snapped back at her. 

“Fuuuuuuck!” Ruby screamed out through the next contraction, sobbing once she rode through the pain. 

“I’m sorry love. I know you’re tired, I know you’re hurting. You can do this, you pushed out Madara’s big head.” He said, trying to make her smile. “This will be nothing in comparison.”

“Tajima! Gods please.” She leaned into him, squeezing onto him. “Please it hurts.” She cried. 

Honestly it hurt Tajima to see his wife like this. He hated to see any of his loved ones cry or be in pain. But his brilliant, fiery wife was on a whole other level. 

“Ruby, you're almost there. The baby is crowning, come on big push. Give me a big push and it’ll be over.” Yura said, looking up at Ruby and then down. 

“See! One more, just one more darling.” He squeezed her hand, wishing he could give her his energy.

She screamed with the next push, panting heavy as the contraction ended. Yura helped pull the baby the rest of the way out. 

“There we are. Tajima, come here and cut the cord.” She ordered. He didn’t want to leave his wife’s side but she let go of his hand and he did as he was instructed. 

“Another boy.” He said softly, returning to Ruby’s side. He took a wet towel from a healer and began to wipe down his wife’s face.

“Ah I was hoping for a girl.” She sighed leaning into Tajima. 

“I know.” He said, kissing her forehead. 

“A healthy baby boy.” Yura announced carrying the bundle to Ruby. The baby fussed, wiggling in its wrapping. “Fussy little one.”

“I’ll take fussy over an angry baby.” Ruby chuckled thinking of Madara those first six months. “Hm I wonder how he’ll look, he’s nearly bald. Too hard to tell what hair color he’ll have.” She said softly leaning down to kiss the top of the baby’s head. 

Tajima hummed, kissing the top of her head. “Don’t worry about anything but you and the baby. Okay? You worked so hard, let me take care of everything else?” He brushed her hair and kissed her forehead.

“The baby’s name?” Yura asked filling out her paper work. 

“Kuro.” Ruby said trying to adjust the baby so he wasn’t fussing so much. “Come on, my darling Kuro. No need to fuss. You’re here now in mama’s arms.” She cooed. 

Tajima smiled watching her. She looked stunning- even red faced, sweaty and tired. She was alive holding their newest child. Again he kissed her, unable to stop himself. 

— 2 years —

“Tajima.” Ruby rolls over in bed, cuddling up to Tajima’s side. 

“Hm yes?” He was still partially asleep. It wasn’t quite time to wake up but Ruby hadn’t been able to sleep well. 

“Tajima.” She said again. “I’m pregnant.” 

“What?” It took a few seconds for Tajima to wake up but he turned to look at her clearly confused. “But we’ve been careful.” He said cupping her face. 

“I know.” She said softly resting her head on his chest. 

“Well, fuck …” he sighed wrapping an arm around her. “I what do you want to do? Do you want to keep it?” 

“It is our child.” She pointed out softly. Ruby had meant what she said about Kuro being her last. Well, apparently the divine had other ideas.

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean anything if you really don’t want it.” He said softly. “I know Kuro’s birth was traumatic, I don’t want you to go through that again if you don’t want to.”

“I know … thank you.” She leaned up and kissed him. “I’ll think about it … maybe this one will be a girl.” Ruby pointed out. 

“Maybe, but I haven’t had a good track record with such things.” He said softly, hugging her close. “Whatever you want, okay?”

[aturnoftheearth]

can I do something slightly mean and ask you to rank lord huron’s songs from the long lost album im curious

OKAY i’m ready. i’ve prepared. i’m not ranking your other life just because it’s too new i’m still going through a “play it on repeat 200 times then drop it” moment y’know? also while making this list i was like “fuck i forgot this song” and then stressed about where to put it because it’s literally an immaculate album. that being said:

i lied - the song that inspired me to teach myself how to make amvs, got me into allison ponthier, and makes me the most consistently insane besides the night we met. like ben and allison’s voices meld so well and the harmonizing KILLS me. THE MIDDLE INSTRUMENTAL WITH THEM DOING THEIR LITTLE OOO’S????????

long lost - i hear this song and cry my little eyes out because. well imagine you’ve never really see mountains before, right? and then you’re on a family trip and you see these incredible mountain ranges with the most spectacular views and long lost is playing, also the song itself is just so so beautiful

not dead yet - my first song from long lost !! i was there on release day baby!!! this song makes me wanna shake my ass and scream and cry all at the same time

love me like you used to - the harmonizing, the pleading, the way it makes me want to stomp my feet !!!

twenty long years - okay when i put this 5th i mean like- they’re all up on a shelf together okay this isn’t 5th 🤢 this is 5th 🤩 like twenty long years is insane it makes me bonkers!!! in the words of my dad “it’s such a beautiful song” (again can’t believe he loves this band that much aksjdkfkks)

mine forever - i didn’t like this song AT FIRST but now??? never skip it. i’m constantly vibing. i tear up when the moon doesn’t mind bursts into this song like it’s SOOOOOO. one of the songs that gave me energy on my way to school so i didn’t fall asleep at the wheel and crash <3

what do it mean - THE BUILDUP . THE ENDING. I CRY EVERY SINGLE TIME LIKE. OH OKAY UNTIL NEXT TIME!! I’LL JUST CRY !!

meet me in the city - i KNOW i sleep on this one and occasionally i’ll go bananas and play it on repeat !! and the REPEATING “meet me in the city” MAKES ME BLOW UP

drops in the lake - POETRY . ACTUAL POETRY. reminds me so much of wait by the river and i sleep on both sometimes only to hit it hard and yell “why isn’t anyone talking about this????” aksjdkfkadk

the moon doesn’t mind - SUCH A FANTASTIC WAY TO OPEN AN ALBUM LIKE HEARING THE FIRST NOTES ????? INSANE MOMENT. only issue it’s too short, which is why it has to go lower :/

where did the time go - again it’s INCREDIBLE and i 100% understand why it’s so short but :( i wish it was longer. anyways i’m 100% slipping this into my graduation announcements >:)

time’s blur - on the lower end ONLY because the others are higher and have lyrics. i will not stand for time’s blur slander i LOVE her. y’all know that part that’s twenty long years ??? TEARS. i’ve sobbed on the way to school to it more than once oops.

at sea -🧍‍♀️i’m sorry this one doesn’t do it for me :/ like i’ll listen and vibe but i didn’t hesitate to put it last 💀

[tsumuniri]

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

[babybottlepop96]

Moving On (Sasha x Niccolo)

Summary: Sasha goes through a rough break up, so her friends take her out to cheer her up. There she meets a cute boy.

A/n: This was an AO3 request!

Sasha was always known for her loud mouth, bluntness and the ability to never gain weight even when she ate more than enough for three armies times ten. But tonight, Sasha wasn’t in the best of moods, sad and upset at the fact that her boyfriend of the last three years, Connie Springer, ended things. The two met at the beginning of freshman year at Paradis University, instantly hitting it off, the two started dating a couple months later until recently, about mid way through senior year. The two were so fun to be around and the looks of admiration and love that were silently passed to each other, their friends were quite surprised when Connie said he ended things. The reason behind it all? No one knew for sure, Connie said it was because he wanted to focus on his studies but everyone knew that was a big pile of horse shit. Connie never studied nor cared enough about his grades since middle school. It was a wonder how he managed to get into one of the most prestigious universities in the country to begin with.

After the breakup, Connie would post pictures to his instagram, Connie_Shpringa586, with him at clubs and bars to spontaneous road trips to amusement parks and arcades in an entirely different state. These pictures caused Sasha so much grief, she couldn’t understand how he seemed to not care about the three years they spent together, it was like he just never cared and her heart was in shambles.

 Ymir, Historia and Annie were very concerned for their friend, the light of their eyes, the ball of energy at a party and the girl who could eat any man under the table, now a sad, heartbroken shell of the girl they loved. “Okay, get your ass up. Enough moping around, we're going out tonight!” Ymir spoke authoritatively toward her fellow brunette.

“I really don’t want to.” Sasha sighed against her bunk in the dorm she now shared with Annie, boxes of her belongings still no unpacked from her move from Connie's apartment. 

“Sash, it’s been three weeks, you need to move on. It’s just the bar in the neighboring town, Connie won’t be there! We bribed Eren and Jean to keep him busy.” Historia spoke, smiling gently. 

“Do I have to?” Sasha whined as she flopped backwards onto her bed. 

“Yes! Now put this on.” Annie spoke as she walked into the room and threw a lime green tube top and some black, ripped skinny jeans at sasha. “I also got you a pair of black open- toed ankle boots, you’ll be the sexiest woman there!”

“Fine! But I won’t enjoy myself.” Sasha walked to the bathroom to get ready. Later that night, Sasha was drunk. She had three shots of captain morgan and four frozen strawberry margaritas and was now grinding on a particularly cute blonde boy. “So, what's your name handsome?” Sasha slurred a bit as she turned to wrap her arms around the man.

“N- Niccolo.” He stuttered, blushing at the close proximity of the beautiful brunette in front of him. “I’m a s-student at M-Marley Univers-sity.” He stuttered again. 

“And what is it that you study Mr. University man?” Sasha grinned happily, ‘This guy is soooooo hot. So much hotter than what's his face!’ She thought.

“F-food. I want to be a chef.” Niccolo looked down almost like he was embarrassed by his major.

“I love food!” Sasha shouted as Niccolo’s eyes widened from the outburst. “I can eat EVERYONE under the fucking table! It’s-it’s like I’m a black hole!” Niccolo smiled at the girl, “You have to make me food some day!”

“I would like that, very much actually.” Sasha then patted around Niccolo’s ass. “Wh-what are you-”

“I’m looking for your phone cutie! I gotta give you my number if you're gonna make me some food!” She spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She may have also wanted to feel his cheeks, cause damn did they look fine in those washed out blue jeans. “Found it!” She took his phone and entered her name and number, hopefully the correct number. “I think that's right.” She squinted at the phone screen.

“How about I give you my number? That way you can know for sure?” He asked, his blushed increasing tenfold as the gorgeous creature in front of him gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. 

“Perfect!” Suddenly, Sasha leaned forward and vomited all the alcohol that didn’t make it into her bloodstream, Niccolo stood frozen. “I am sooooooooooooooo sorry!” She apologized, her big brown eyes widened in horror thinking she just ruined everything.

“It’s okay, just hand me your phone so I can give you my number.” He smiled even though on the inside he was freaking out from the vomit to the fact he was about to give this girl his number, he was never this bold. Passing her phone to him she went for napkins to help him clean some of the vomit off. He handed her the phone back and grabbed the napkins. “Thank you.” 

The next day Niccolo woke up to a message on his phone, Sasha. 

Hey Niccolo, sorry about the uh… mishap. But if you’re still interested, I’d still like to taste you cooking.

-Sash

Niccolo smiled and texted back.

No problem and of course! Send me your address and I’ll pick you up at seven.

-Niccolo

Sasha smiled and thanked her friends, this was the best step towards moving on she could’ve hoped for.

[bloomyn]

creme colored coffee

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader

summary: your midlife crisis happens rather quickly, and its not midlife, you’re twenty three with a baby whose daddy just left with your best friend. peachy.

part of: pink peonies

prologue  x creme colored coffee x next

“mommy!”

your son bounds up to your new bed, tugging the sheets to pull himself up. blearily you rub your eyes, opening them to the sight of your son staring right back at you.

“good morning!”

you tackle him in a hug, pulling him tightly against your chest and you can hear his laugh reverberating through you.

“i cant breathe! mommy help!” akio giggles. you smile down at his peeking eyes,

“its your punishment for waking me up so early!”

your words only draw a louder laugh from him. he hums against your collarbone, snuggling up underneath you. you’re pretty much all moved in save for a few boxes. it’s not much, your new house, but it’s a lot better than the cramped apartment back home, you can’t think of a reason why you bothered to stay.

but your new house already feels better, with its small front yard and decently sized backyard, you’re lucky you were able to find something like this. you son seems to be in love with it too, the first day you arrived he spent hours exploring the place.

“mhm hnfyr”

“what was that?”

akio looks up at you, lips pouting. “im hungry.”

your lips quirk up in a smirk. you shouldn’t do it, you really--

“hi hungry im mom.”

your son wails in disgust, you’re not quite sure if its because you didn’t say “okay let’s go eat.” or if its because he actually understands the joke, either way, you’re laughing.

-

you’re gripping the steering wheel tighter than you need too. you can’t help it, first day, first semester, new school. although this time you’re on the teaching side. you have your bag, your lunch, students don’t receive any work today because well, it’s the first week. (and you’re department head told you not to worry about it)

behind you your son is quiet, just gripping his little backpack (that hangs too big off his tiny shoulders and practically eats him up in the most adorable way) and cartoon volleyball plush with little hands on its side.

“ are you nervous baby?”

he nods quietly, “ a little.”

you don’t blame him.

“mommy’s gonna visit you at lunch okay? just gonna check up on you. you have your bento?”

he nods again. biting your lip, you turn around to your son.

“i love you akio.”

“i love you too mommy.”

-

“dr. [l/n]!”

you’re in the middle of your break when someone calls you from down the hall. you recognize the woman as, well, the only other woman teaching in your department. 

“oh thank god i caught you! i’ve been wanting to talk to you all day but, you know, classes.”

you nod. “it’s nice running into you professor hirugami. i’m looking forward to working with you.”

she laughs. “please drop the formalities, as the only two women in the department i’d like to think we could become friends.”

the thought a friend strikes a chord in your chest.

you smile back, “i’d like that very much.”

a good chord.

-

you’re going to throw up.

“are you kidding me?”

the female voice on the other side sounds annoyed at your question, like your bothering her, like you’re the one bothering.

“no, sorry, i’m not kidding.”

“mama?” your son calls from the other side of the room, he’ s just barely turned two and oh he’s still so small. 

“give me a second baby.” you reply, holding your hand over the speaker. he gives you a thumbs up, or what he thinks to a thumbs up - he’s trying his best.

“you’re leaving? with him?”

“look i’m sorry if you’re not grown up enough to deal with this--”

“you’re leaving, no, sorry, you’re eloping with my ex-boyfriend who left me pregnant alone-”

“he’s changed!”

“if he’s changed then why doesn’t he take responsibility for this?”

“you’re the one who decided to keep the damn thing.” she snarls back.

and then you’re stuck. she’s your best friend, was, your best friend. should you have seen it coming? the betrayal? i mean you’ve only seen this type of stuff in movies. you can’t say anything back, the malice in her voice is enough for you to hang up the phone.

“mama?”

you rush to your sons side, “sorry baby, mommy was busy. what is it?”

he holds up the volleyball plush one of your coworkers had given him.

“play?”

-

“akio is absolutely adorably [l/n]”

you don’t hide your smile. “thank you, he seemed pretty enamored with you too.”

your coworker squeals in delight, “forget lunch with the department, i’m joining you two from now on.”

laughing, the two of you make your way back to the science building. you know akio’s okay, you know that, he even told you about the new friend he made, how he loves volleyball too. his teacher had even told about how well he was adjusting, even complimenting his japanese - yeah the pride bubbled up when she told you that - you were the one who taught him. 

“do you have any kids hirugami - san?”

when the woman doesn’t respond immediately you start to panic.

“i didn’t mean to intrude, -”

“oh you’re fine!” she returns rather cheerfully, “my husband and i aren’t really trying for kids right now.”

your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape at her words.

“what does your husband do?”

a grin immediately slides onto her face.

“he’s actually the captain of the schweiden adlers? the pro volleyball team?

you vaguely remember hearing about them on tv and it shows on your face. had akio mentioned them before?

“ah don’t worry if you don’t know, i know you’re new to the area.”

you raise your eyebrows at her response, “oh, do they practice around here?”

her smile is almost mocking, no, mocking isn’t the right word.

“i can’t wait to show you around.”

-

“--and then murata-san said that he likes to play volleyball too! and that my japanese was really good! so i told him my mom taught me and he said it was really really cool!”

your happiness is practically bursting out of your chest at this point. as he talked about his day and how everyone thought his bento was soooooo cute - he made sure to look at you when he said that - the tension in your jaw relaxed and your hands eased on the steering wheel. the worrying weight of whether or not your son was doing okay was finally lifted.

he’s practically bouncing out of his seat, “ i can’t wait to go back!”. 

you chuckle at his words.

when you two get home he’s the first one to the front door, and when you finally catch up you find him staring at the little potted plant in your doorway.

“it hasn’t grown yet.” his voice wobbles. you squat next to him, patting the dirt.

“pretty things take time to grow baby, we only planted it yesterday.”

his bottom lip juts out and the grip on his backpack tightens. you prepare yourself for a sharp wail, 

and then he breathes out, undoing his actions from seconds ago.

“oh, okay. i’m hungry now.”

you don’t know whether to laugh or cry because when did your son seem so grown up already? managing his feelings like that? so instead you deal with the immediate issue at hand, 

“wanna go out to eat tonight? to celebrate?”

his face lights up like that, as if the plant problem hadn’t even existed.

“can we get sushi? i already had a sandwich and grapes, and i finished allllll my lunch! i finished my food like a good boy!” he announces proudly as you make your way into the house. 

you hum.

“anything for you baby”

- 

[errthel]

Route Two Deux

Welcome to part two of which may become a discontinued fantasy, but tis is life I guess. Pulled from the ever fantastic Second Wife AU of the Draconia Family Series by @tri3tri if you didn't know, and if you didn't, how?????? So without further ado I guess, this is the second part.

Tired eyes wandered off to the lush green lawn surrounding the outside of the building. From the barstool in the kitchen, he could see the green grass with tidy flower beds, a small pond off to the side giving a sense of serenity to whoever walked in there. The silence of the large house would have accented the loneliness of the boy, but the music that boomed from the speakers in the other room did well to hide it.

Lucien's damp mood was brought to him by an acceptance letter from a school he never applied to. He remembered that day a week ago when a dove brought it to him during breakfast, and the horror that ensued from his grandparents prompted them to eplain that the school, Royal Sword Academy, was in the same world as his wretched father.

He was familiar with the concept of his mother and sisters held captive in a world separate from his own. He was also aware of the existence of magic in that world, and to some extent, his own. The teen remembered distant memories of the past, when he would uncontrollably make objects float and with the unlocking of a special power when he was ten, it seemed that he should have expected something to happen to him.

Lucien expected dying to the hands of the government or being killed in a lab or just being exiled from society and be forced into becoming a laborer. But he stupidly didn't expect an acceptance letter to a magic school, that was a big oh right moment he thought.

His pale hand brought up the juice box to his delicate lips, which were rather plump and pink. Dispite his seemingly feminine lips, his face is anything but female or male. To everyone around him, Lucien is the epitome of androgynous beauty, and if it wasn't for his rather deep and masculine voice, he would have passed off as a female, a rather tall one at that

To his surprise the only one who really physically changed was him, he grew up to a hulking one hundred and eighty cm. While his grandparents, who were having a date in town, maintained their semi-youthful appearance, no matter how much Lucien tried to find a difference from photos of the past to now, he couldn't find any. Are they perhaps immortal? Or have magic unconsciously?

He wasn't sure about that, they smelled as normal as everybody else so he never questioned it.

The ringing of his phone caught his attention as he brought the hunk of metal to his ear.

"Lucien here."

"Ahh! Lucien-sama!" Ah... another girl

Lucien sighed a silent sigh before he quickly asked, "Um... may I ask who this is?"

"Mhm! I'm Mari-chan! From Class 1-B!" the female voice from the other end said in a cheery manner

"Oh okay... sorry, but I have something to do..."

...

"Do I have to get another number? I just got this one a month ago."

"Another one?" Albert's gruff voice evaded the silence of the home making Lucien sigh once more

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's a high schooler, no one's named Mari in the middle school department."

"Gosh. Our grandson's soooooo popular!"

"This is not a laughing matter Hanna!"

"Why? I'm plenty proud of Lucien! Aren't you? He's like the middle schooler you never were."

"What do you mean by that!"

"Hey, gramps, when I go to Royal Sword Academy, what should I do... you know. I wanna see mother, but I don't want to risk getting her in trouble, same for my sisters." a sad tone took over the fifteen year old's speech

"So that's what you've been thinking of kid..." Albert trailed off as he examined the younger boy

Over the years the boy's grandparents received visions, where they came from, they didn't know. Each and every vision they had, they dictated to Lucien, the visions consisted of the life his mother had living with his so called father, father my foot Lucien thought. But the visions never showed what happened after that tall woman took his mother and sisters, and any knowledge about it was something Lucien heavily desired.

Hanna walked over to the barstool Lucien sat at and sat on the one next to it, she held a sympathetic look whilst a sad disposition overtook her.

"Lucien, you are a smart child, when you are there, I implore you to make decisions that will help you towards your goal." her cold frigid tone showcased the woman's serious side as she pat her grandson's back.

"Kid, when you're there, there will be a time where you will have to show your other form. Whether that time be the first time you step into that school, or at graduation, I hope you don't regret it." Albert added as he walked to the pair

"Mhm..."

~

The rest of the day was somber as the fated day drew closer and closer, whatever day that may be. Lucien thought back to what might have went through his mother's mind when she woke up at Night Raven College. Was she scared? He thinks she was.

His mother... Lucien no longer remembers what she looked like or what his sisters looked like. He can only remember the warmth they gave him years ago, before that day.

He remembers sobbing uncontrollably when he and his grandparents watched 'Sleeping Beauty' one day in the past. His small hands took what ever they could and threw it to the television when the villainess, Maleficent, first appeared on the screen. The hands of his grandmother held him back as his grandfather, in sheer panic, unplugged the television cord.

That 'episode' of his left him trembling and wary of all Disney movies for a long time.

~

The heaviness of the plastic bag he was carrying made the boy cringe. He had only planned to buy a few cups of coffee jelly to share with his friends at the club, but the amount of girls that stopped him to give him some more made him uncomfortable.

The plastic bag was at its witts end as it held at least twenty cups of coffee jelly, storebought and homemade.

Once he had reached his destination, his other hand found the handle of the door that was labeled 'music club' and slid it open. The slight laughter inside the room made Lucien warm up as he ducked a bit to get in.

"Oh! Lucien-senpai! What are you doing here!" a shorter boy with blond tresses sitting by the shiney drum set called out

"Just visiting." Lucien smiled lightly to the boy

"O! There it is! Lucien-senpai's mysterious smile!"

"Hush, hush, Kei-chan." a brown haired girl said to Kei

"Lucien-senpai, I also feel the same as Kei-chan. What brings you here? I thought he graduating class was given a week off." she said looking at the taller male

"There's no harm in visiting my dear underclassmen isn't there, Haru? I thought I would say something before going off to my new school." Lucien said, grimacing a bit in the inside at the thought of leaving this wonderful world of his in pursuit of a world he has no idea about

"So the rumor of Lucien-san leaving for another school was true after all..." a flamboyant voice evaded the club room followed by the shutting of the door

Lucien looked behind to see a head of dyed light pink hair, styled into a very stylish hair style. He chuckled before confirming the rumor.

"Yeah, I have been forced to attend a new school. Also, nice hair Takashi."

"Huuhh! I thought your grandparents were the chillest grandparents! I never knew they would force you to attend a different school." Kei's loud voice made Lucien answer with a sigh

"It wasn't my grandparents really, intact they were against the idea of me changing schools."

"Eh? Then who forced you?" Takashi asked as Haru looked at the oldest male with questioning eyes

"...it's a secret..." Lucien said as he gave a discreet smile with hooded eyes

"Is that so? Actually, I don't think we know anything about your parents Lucien-san." Takashi questioned

"Actually Takashi-senpai is right, we don't know anything about your parents. Are they perhaps the one who're forcing you to change schools Lucien-senpai?" Haru said voicing out her worries

A lump appeared in Lucien's throat, he wasn't at all sensitive to the absence of his parents. He just mildly disliked the concept of parents, considering his own parents weren't a golden example. His 'father' could be summed up to just being a sperm donor and he wouldn't bat an eye. But his mother, oh his poor mother, tortured to do things against her own volition. He hated it, hated that parents meant a pair, a pair that is supposedly bounded by mutual love, but his own parents were just a disgrace to that. He doesn't even know if his mother is still alive at the hands of his father's family.

"I, don't know anything about them." sweetly smiling, hiding his malice to that word so that his underclassmen would stop concerning themselves with talk about his parents

The room plummeted to a chilling atmosphere, their upperclassman wasn't in a good mood, they could tell. They could also tell that any talk about his parents put him in an silently aggressive mood, so they took care to shut their mouths.

"Right! I have coffee jelly with me. I was supposed to get four, but it seems that with my parting with the school, the amount of people giving me coffee jelly has increased. I'm starting to think that I'm getting sick of it." Lucien said in his usual voice, which helped immensely in warming up the room, and in time the whole club was enjoying the desserts with some lovely music

~

Tbh, I have no idea what is happening with Lucien. I just imagine him as someone who decides based on his goal, which is to get out of Twisted Wonderland with minimal drama, plus points on getting his family back, and that would definitely be something his grandparents repeat everytime he thinks of his mother.

When he gets upset, he tends to not outwardly show it at all, he knows better than to throw tantrums.

Lucien surprisingly is also someone who goes with the flow, but he still doesn't blindly let everything to fate. He makes decisions in situations on the spot, and they always worked out for him, so why change?