#making up for not posting for a few days by posting a zillion sets at once

[deathlikelead]

MISSY BECKETT and SPIDER WHITE Heartbreak High: S2E5 The Demon King

[godesssiri]

10 Thrifting tips the thrilling continuation

I am a dedicated thrifter and I have done a few thrifting tips posts, things to look for, how to find the best stuff. I had an excellent day thrifting today and decided it was a good day to polish up a draft I had and post it. So read more for tips to get the goodies.

If you buy fairly plain wooden furniture, it doesn’t take a whole lot of expertise to refinish it. You can get a cheap palm sander for less than 50 bucks, and a small tin of furniture wax goes a long, long, loooong way. Or you can get Danish oil if you want a satin finish or Teak oil for a gloss finish. Don’t let Youtube videos make you believe you have to test out 10 zillion different coloured stains unless you are aiming for a very specific look. Just make sure you slap something nourishing on the wood after you’ve sanded it. Also remember that whatever product you use; multiple light coats will come out better than one thick coat. There’s a huge amount of satisfaction in looking at a gorgeous chunk of wood you’ve bought back to life.

French milled/triple milled soap. Old ladies like to give soap as gifts and people tend to stick it in their drawer to scent their clothes and never actually use it, eventually they have a clean out and this unused soap goes to the thrift store still in it’s original paper wrapping. This soap is expensive. This soap is fantastic. The milling process creates a very different product than the bars you get at the supermarket. It doesn’t go goopy and melty even if you leave it sitting in a puddle in your shower, it’s not as drying to your skin, the scent stays on your skin for longer. These bars last for months, it’s well worth picking them up if you like the scent.

Blue Willow. Would you like to have a nice set of china but don’t want to drop a lot of money on something that might look dated in 10 years? Collect blue willow from thrift stores. Blue willow has been around for hundreds of years and it’s going to be around for hundreds more. It can be slotted in to almost any home style, classical, boho, maximalist, scandi, etc, etc. Because it’s been around for so long pretty much every manufacturer has done it, so you find it really often at thrift stores and it’s easy to pick up a couple of plates here and a serving bowl there. Also, because so many companies have done it over such a long period it’s possible to pick up modern dishwasher safe dinner plates that you can use alongside a lovely 100-year-old antique gravy boat.

Gifts. Never feel ashamed of buying gifts from thrift stores. The perfect vintage item is way more meaningful than any amount of new stuff. And if you’re buying for someone who doesn’t like vintage; if something looks new and undamaged how is the recipient going to know that it’s not new?

Get yourself a thrifting routine. You’re gonna find the best stuff if you go often so don’t just randomly go every now and then. People who say they never find anything are the ones who only call into a thrift store every couple of months and expect something amazing to just drop into their lap. Set a day once a week, or every other week or once a month, but make a commitment to go on a regular basis.

If you see something that you think you like but you’re not 100% sure, as long as you can afford it and have a place for it, get the thing. Take it home, live with it. Maybe you’ll decide you don’t really like it and take it back to the thrift store and consider the price you paid a charitable donation. But sometimes you bring something home that you kinda like and end up absolutely loving it. Some of my favourite things in my house are things I wasn’t completely sure about when I was in the thrift store. There’s nothing worse than the regret of leaving something behind because you weren’t sure about it, then deciding actually I do want that thing, but it’s gone, and you’ll never find another quite like it.

If possible, go with someone who knows your likes/tastes. It’s amazing the number of times I’ve been in a thrift store with my mother or best friend, and they’ve found something I love that I hadn’t even noticed. Plus they’ll be dirty rotten enablers and encourage you to buy the thing that you love but you’re not sure you can justify to yourself.

There are a bunch of Youtubers who do thrift flips. If there’s some décor item that’s in all the stores at the moment and you love it, but can’t justify spending money on it, then it might be worth looking up to see if anyone has done a thrift flip and can give you a tutorial on how to turn a thrifted item into the hot décor items of your dreams.

Keep the cycle going. If you have stuff in your home that you no longer use/love, then donate it. If you’ve traded up and found something better but your original thing still has life in it, donate. Even if you originally bought something from a thrift store no one is gonna be mad if you send it right on back (unless you’ve used it to death, and it really should be heading for landfill).

Don’t put yourself in a box. Don’t refuse to get something because it’s not ‘your style’. What is ‘your style’? Things that you love, that make you happy. Do you love this thing? Does it make you smile? Then it’s your style. Honestly style is something that evolves organically, that grows and expands as we’re exposed to new things. If you try to follow a certain style rigidly then you’ll end up with a home that looks boring and cookie-cutter. Throw in something unexpected that speaks to you. Then throw in another of those things and another and another and pretty soon you’ll end up with a home that actually is your style – maybe you just don’t know what your style really is yet. I think of myself as very confident in my style, but I’m constantly stumbling across new things that I didn’t know I needed in my life.

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[darkmaga-returns]

"The Blue Team is protected by the sheer audacity of their betrayal of Americans. For most, their approach is literally beyond belief." — Bret Weinstein

James Howard Kunstler

Nov 01, 2024

      Along about now, you’re probably wondering what sort of mayhem the Party of Chaos is set to unleash on our democracy after their mighty ballot fraud operation fails to overcome the yet more powerful instinct of the voters to expel them from the seats of power they seized by fraud in 2020 and 2022. You can be sure they’ve gamed-out a playbook aimed at paralyzing the nation one way or another if the effort to install Kamala Harris in the White House face-plants, as it appears to be doing in these final days before the reckoning.

     Rioting, arson, and looting in the cities? Not so much. Probably some, but only because it’s an excuse for 100-percent-off sale “shopping,” plus the need for hordes of dopamine-deprived youth to seek a little dangerous excitement — in a society that gives them nothing meaningful or purposeful to do. It’d surely reflect poorly on the regime clinging to power in the months before January 20. Anyway, “Joe Biden,” Kamala, and company would be blamed for letting the cities get wrecked again, and then double-blamed by their own partisans if they try to stop it with the national guard. It’s a no-win deal for them.

     More likely, the Party will hijack the nation’s legal machinery to cancel the election ex post facto. They’ve done a swell job in advance setting up conditions that make it difficult if not impossible to sort out legal ballots cast from the frauds. So, expect the Party’s chief lawfare ninja Marc Elias, and his zillion-dollar-funded cadre of pettifoggers, to contest the swing-state precincts where their ballot-harvest somehow fell short a few bushels. They’ll file enough lawsuits to gum up the courts until the sun becomes a red dwarf.

[selfundiagnosed]

Insane that my mom ran the most popular patrick stump archival blog on tumblr + was a full time lawyer + was raising two mentally ill kids + doing culinary arts school + having a cookie business. I think its her autism i wont lie. But now its all catching up to her and she has no energy which would be the ehlers danlos fault this time.. tried to convince her to steal her old url back but on cohost so she made an account but couldnt immediately make side blogs but boy oh boy. she would be giving the fall out boy fandom what they want and more. Shes like i cant do it again i have no idea how i did it before im like ma! its called having boundaries. Shes like i cant do that when i have a special interest its called autism. Im like right but queue posts for once a day and find 30 pictures from a photo set and boom one months worth of posting fall out boy and you can conserve your energy. But she doesnt know how to do her special interests in moderation. Im honestly just glad she went and accepted a bunch of access to her mega archive folder thingy. But shes so mad she doesnt have access to like her actual archive bc the website she used go archive everything changed their subscription plans and she has so many photos it would be like a zillion dollars she doesnt have 😭 like bogus i remember photo storing websites were so free. Take me back to 2010 for real :T Anyway she used to get so mortified when i told my friends as a teen about her blog i actually told her coworker once and her coworker somehow RETAINED the url and went home and looked at her blog and she was so upset at me 😭😭 but now like she kinda doesnt give a fuck anymore bc fall out boy was her special interest for an entire decade and she’s over it. Obviously still a big big fan but not in bandom anymore. Her new special interest is a band i introduced her to when i was 13 and its kinda cringe so i dont talk about it but she also ran an archival blog for THIS band and i told my friend at a sleepover who liked this band about her blog and they fucking FOLLOWED HER and shit bricks and my mom was MORTIFIED. But anyway yeah she doesnt gaf now if i tell people she was this blog and i even posted a tiktok about it once and people started doing detective work that would make her autistic self so proud…. Bc thats what she was good at! sleuthing stalking detective work on the band. Pete wentz privately answered several of her asks on tumblr i’ll see if she can send me the asks and their responses. But yeah she doesnt care anymore. her original url was scrubbed by tumblr and shes very angry about it bc it was an original bandom url for patrick stump so shes like wtf ever i dont wanna touch this im so mad. Which SAAAAME. ive done that so many times. She started permitting access to people who requested it for one of her photo archive website thingies she left in her last post. But yeaaaahhh… she was patrick stump for halloween in like 2008 and she won the costume contest bc she had rhe coolest sideburns and looked so much like him. My first ever concert was a fall out boy concert in spring 2007 i was 6 turning 7 within the next few months lemme just say the music video for carpel tunnel of love played on the screen as they played the song and my brother and i was so traumatized. But then immediately they played this aint a scene after that and we were like HELL YEAAAAAAAAA. And my brother (5 at the time) and i knew every single song and sang along and my mom went look at everyone else no one else knows these songs. You guys are so cool. And we looked around and yeah no one was singing the songs and were sooo excited! Oh and theres that one time she recorded us singing keep it simple by cobra starship and THEY PUT IT ON THEIR MYSPACE PAGE AT THE TOP WE FLIPPED SHIT. i wish THAT video was still up. Shes also met fall out boy so many times and walked away from patrick stump while he was talking to her bc she didnt want to take up his time at a meet and greet. Omg. so many memories. I was literally raised in online bandom thats so insane. Maybe thats why im a homosexual

[kokocharm]

This post is about my OC Honey. This post will go over her backstory, details, relationships and more. It is recommended you scroll.

INTRODUCTION

Honey first appeared on my first channel on May 6, 2020 in my See You meme. Since then, Powered 6 has been redone, so what you see there is mostly incorrect.

Powered 6 only has nine prominent characters, six of which being the "Powered 6". The redone version has some aspects of Everything Lives, an Undertale AU of mine. You can make out some of her new story in my Høney animation meme, chosen because the title matched the main character's name.

There are ten written chapters of the original Powered 6, all of which are drafts and will not be posted. There are multiple characters there that have been lost, such as Zillion, White and a few others. They contributed little to the story and thus will not be discussed.

BACKSTORY

Honey was nothing but a girl in a small town that managed to hold its own just fine. Each villager did their own work to contribute to keeping the town stable, and when things got messy, everyone stepped up to help. She couldn't get a job of her own until she was 16, so until then, she had to assist her sick má. As for her pá? Well, he had died in an awful storm a while back saving the mayor's kin.

There were many tales about her Pá- Bumble miraculously returns with an astounding berry basket to hold the town out for the harsh cold! Bumble corrects a mishap by the river, where a little boy tumbled into the river! Heroism was rumored to course through the family's blood, and that was quite the expectation to live up to.

Afrer Pá's death, Má had gifted Honey a pink flower. Má promised that it would bring her good luck and health, saying that Pá had found it on one of his expeditions and had wanted Honey to have it on her 16th birthday. Honey was only twelve by this point.

Má knew that she didn't have much time left- she had had an illness all of her life that was slowly eating away at her. Pá had spent most of his adventurous days searching for a cure, and when he found none, he decided it would be better to settle down and let Má live out the rest of her days in peace. Honey was only partially aware of her mother's condition, and she was determined to finish Pá's work.

So one day, Honey had settled herself down in the library, reading book after book on diseases, illnesses, plantation.. she even found herself reading books about the olden times, when witches roamed the lands.

In these books, Honey found herself reading a passage on something interesting. The prophecy of a flower crown- five to be found, and one to be gifted to the prophesized who would release the five ancient Gods from their tombs. Each flower represented one of the Gods, and once the crown held six, then the coming future could be saved. Skeptical, she decided to let this conclude her searches for the night.

The following days, her mother got sicker and sicker while Honey only grew more worried. Anxious, she visited the oldest of the town elders, asking them about what she read. The elder's father had known the witch to wnnounce that prophecy and told her that she, indeed, possessed the flower to begin her journey. They also pointed out that if she were to free the Gods, perhaps they would heal her mother.

Desperate, Honey decided to accept this quest. She packed some essentials and the book to tell of this prophecy, and assured her má that she would return with, hopefully, a cure. Má wished her good luck, and when Honey asked why she was so accepting of Honey just up and leaving the town like this, she chuckled and told her, "oh, your father was the same way. Always searching for an adventure. If you are off to save someone, then I know there is no stopping you."

With her mother's good wishes in mind, Honey set off.

The journey was long. Honey visited many towns as she traveled, some pointing the way for her while others let her rest and restock if they were doing well with supplies.

A month into her journey, and she found the first temple. The temple itself was enormous, defying the natural laws of physics as the water parted ways to reveal a staircase to Honey as she approached. She traversed the empty halls, until she found what she needed: a pink flower awaiting her in a bubble. She prepared to take it and go, but then she hesitated.

These were Gods who had been sealed away and forgotten. If she wanted to meet them- to free them, then she must treat them with the respect that they deserve.

So Honey dipped her head, put her paws together, and murmured her thanks. Thank you for the water you give us to survive, for every drop of rainfall and for the gift of giving.

As she spoke, the room flashed, and suddenly Honey found herself standing before a God.

The God of the Sea introduced himself as Reef. He explained that he had been apart of the Powered 6 before the leader locked them all away to rule over the world himself. Honey had to find his friends; Dew, Snowstorm and Flare, and with their gifts of power she could defeat the leader of the Powered 6 and bring order upon the world of the Gods once again. Until she did so, Reef would give her the second flower, granting her access to all of his power.

The second was within a lush forest, almost too difficult to get through. This temple wasn't too big or anything grand, but she saw what she needed: a pink flower resting on a pedastal in a slim beam of sunlight. This was the temple of Dew, the Goddess of the Wilderness.

Dew showed herself to Honey as she said her thanks, granted her her power, and gave Honey a warning: Dew knew that Honey was going to see Flare, the God of Hellfire. She must be careful, since Flare was a very cautious and jumpy man and that his trust issues had increased tenfold thanks to the leader's betrayal.

With this warning, Honey parted ways and started towards the distant volcanos. Or, more specifically, one volcano: the Gateway to Hell. It was named this due to an eruption a millenia ago that wiped out large parts of the continent. They say that you can't even get close because of the heat.

As Honey was making her way up the volcano, a loud hiss sounded. She turned and there was a blurred silhouette of the God of Hellfire.

"What do you think you're doing?" Flare snarled dangerously.

"My humblest greetings, my God," Honey greeted him as respectfully as she could, bowing her head. "I come with the wishes of Reef and Dew. As foretold by the prophecy, I am meant to find the fourth flower, deep within this volcano."

"So you've come to steal my power!?" Flare demanded defensively. "I will not allow a mortal working for Eclipse to steal from me again!"

As he said this, he swiped a sharp rock from the ground and lunged, outspeeding Honey by mile and sinking the rock deep into her chest.

By some miracle, Honey managed to flee back down the mountain. Swaying on her paws as the edges of her vision darkened, she tried to check herself for damage. She could faintly hear the concerned shouts from Dew and Reef, who had been able to follow her thanks to the flowers. The two of them were panicking, as they didn't have much experience with mortal medical care.

When Honey came to consciousness again, she found that she had managed to bandage herself up and remove the rock. So she was alive.. somehow. She suspected that it might have something to do with the powers Reef and Dew were lending her, but she'd figure that out later.

Deciding to skip Flare for now, Honey continued, traveling to the coldest peaks of a nearby continent. At first, the Goddess of Winter, Snowstorm, was hesitant and a little prickly. But she quickly warmed up to Honey and allowed her to take the flower, also telling her that her power of the cold would keep Honey alive as she made her way through the Gateway to Hell.

With three out of four of the trapped Powered 6 on her side, Honey made her way back to the volcano, thankfully avoiding an encounter with Flare on her way up. Meeting him in front of the temple was where things got messy again, and this time, Honey had to fight.

Until now, she hadn't actually used the powers given to her, aside from her newfound ability to breathe underwater. Reef pointed out that Snowstorm's ice abilities would be best in this battle, since Flare could simply burn Dew's magic up and Reef's would be useless in a climate as hot as this. Snowstorm's magic was the coldest thing in the entire world, so it'd be able to hold out at least for a little bit of time until it gave out.

After a difficult fight that included a lot of hiding and striking, Honey defeated Flare. But instead of killing him as he had been expecting, she bowed to him abd apologized for having to battle him, saying her thanks for the heat he brought when the winter became too harsh. Flare could now see how she was genuine, and although he was still reluctant, he allowed her the flower.

With the fifth flower in her posession, it was time for Honey to seek out Eclipse, the leader of the Powered 6. Eclipse was the God of the Sky, and he was well practiced in battle.

As Honey approached her fourteenth birthday, she spent a lot of time practicing her combat skills. Lots of time. She learned tricks from towns she traveled to, and in her travels, she accidentally stumbled across the Dry Temple of the Sky, a place where rain never fell and wind never reached.

Determined, Honey placed down the flower crown and waited. Each flower represented one of the Gods: Reef, Dew, Snowstorm, Flare, and now.. Honey, the Sixth Powered. As Eclispe approached her, Honey spread her new wings and lashed her tail.

This was a battle between an undefeatable hero and an unkillable enemy.

And in the end, Honey won. With the Powered 6 liberated, Honey claimed her title as the Goddess of Health and hastily returned to her town and thus, her má.

But she was ultimately too late. Her má had apparently passed while she was gone. But before she died, she had written a small book to Honey, telling her that she knew she wasn't going to make it but she was so, so proud of her daughter for fulfilling the ancient prophecy and claiming her throne as the Goddess of Health. She told Honey that while she couldn't save her mother, she could now save others, just as her pá had done.

And so Honey was now the youngest member of the Powered 6, a group of five Gods who ruled over the natural elements.

Also, Chestnut is there. He thinks Honey is neat, but he's just some guy with a library membership.

RELATIONSHIPS

REEF: Reef serves as a "cool distant uncle" figure, and he's one of the most approachable out of the 6. More often than not, Honey will go to him for advice on her healing powers and being a God.

DEW: These two are practically best friends. They have a lot in common and regularly hang out with one another. Their abilities are powerful together, as Honey's healing aura amplifies Dew's ability to grow out forestry.

FLARE: Since their encounter at the Gateway to Hell, Honey is a little wary around him. Flare does care about her to an extent, but he's also pretty cautious. They aren't the closest and rarely talk.

SNOWSTORM: Because of Snowstorm's motherly attitude that she tries to keep buried, Honey sometimes finds it hard to be around her. But Snowstorm is one of the oldest of the 6 and is generally the most knowledgable, so when Honey wants a history, well.. Snowstorm's her gal.

ECLIPSE: ...

CONCLUSION

(art by me)

Honey is a gorgeous character and I adore her. It's also funny to think about that she literally became God for her mother, only for her mom to die halfway through her journey. She became the most powerful God in the world for no reason. THAT is peak comedy.

[madrigaljail]

In-Laws Apocrypha

AUGUST 2023 EDIT: The scene is canon now as the fifth chapter of the same boy you’ve always known, so for the correct version look there!

Sooo before Turn of the Hourglass A Prophet In His Own Land started being posted I was struggling with a scene of twenty-year-old disaster Bruno giving Jose Guzman a vision, because I couldn’t stop writing it. And because I was writing backwards the next scene would have been the 20th anniversary of the Miracle (which ended up being WAY different when it finally got written), and then there was going to be more El Brujo Loco nonsense probably into infinity. It was quickly hijacking the story and I had to drastically course-correct but I didn’t want to lose all that work, so I did the logical thing and posted the vision scene under the title ‘intermezzo’ for instant gratification/to get it out of my system. When I finally got around to posting chapter 1 of Prophet I decided I had STILL screwed up, deleted ‘intermezzo’, and decided EBL would get his own fic. 

A zillion words and a bunch of plot development later the original no longer works and needs a rewrite, but I’m still fond of chunks of it, so I’m popping it here for posterity. Behold the original unfiltered dumpster fire when he’s pretty much at the end of his rope, in ~1800 words:

~*~

The fact that Bruno did not like being surprised should not have been…well, surprising, given his Gift. But by age twenty he’d twisted that bit of trivia into a mythology that he literally could not be surprised. His sisters and few remaining friends rolled their eyes at this notion, but for the rest of the Encanto it was one more spooky facet to add to the stories of el brujo loco.

It gave him more material to work with, let him test his improvisational skills any time he got unexpected news or shocking events came to pass. He’d respond with a cryptic, knowing smile, waggle his fingers, lift his eyebrows, and declare that he knew this would come to pass. His not-acting hobby of being something of a social voyeur helped with this, keeping the real surprises to a minimum.

(Around this time Félix took to sneaking up on him with intent to startle, just to knock him off his insufferable pedestal.)

So when he rolled out of his hammock one…time of day to discover Doña Mercedes’ oldest son  Jose Guzmán sitting patiently outside his vision cave it was only an artful heartbeat before his lips curved into a feral grin.

“Ah, there you are, poca Señor Guzmán,” Bruno said with a bow, arms spread wide.  “I’ve been expecting you.”

Jose, brow slightly furrowed, watched his performance with an expression annoyingly close to pity. “I’ve been waiting an hour. Good evening, Señor Madrigal.” The title momentarily paused Bruno in the act of reaching for a bottle, but he covered it by changing his mind and snagging the last arepa from the basket Pepa had brought up…sometime. There were teeny tiny bites already taken out of it. “I have an important decision to make, and I’m sorry but I need to trouble you for a vision.”

“Trouble me?” Bruno repeated, took a bite of the arepa, grimaced, and grabbed the bottle as well. “My dear old friend, it’s not trouble, my Gift is freely given to support the Encanto and strengthen our community.”

Ah, no, that sounded a bit too much like Mamá. He popped the cork with his thumb and cast around for a glass. Finding none worth using - and having decided to lay his hopeless degenerate act on a bit thick - he took a long pull directly from the bottle.

It was more vinegar than wine. He hoped the dim light kept his watering eyes from notice. 

“Then I thank you for your generosity, señor,” Jose said with a  gracious nod and got to his feet. No, yes, Bruno realized that look in the older man’s eyes was definitely pity and it rankled him. “Do you…ah, need some time to prepare?”

He could only imagine the state he was in and hoped it was like the mural and not- well, no, he actually didn’t care. Probably. Bruno waved off Jose’s concerns(?), set down the bottle and the arepa, and wandered over to remove his ceremonial ruana from its hook. His nose wrinkled as he burrowed into it. It needed to be laundered. He’d thought that the last two times he’d put it on as well.

The door to the cave proper was flung open and Bruno bowed again with a flourish of fringe, gesturing inside. “Your future awaits, Señor Guzmán.”

Jose inclined his head and stepped inside while Bruno followed after, stifling a yawn and instructing the other man to sit within the circle. He gathered the herbs, grimaced when he only found half the salt he’d like, then kicked together the five little sand piles before adding leaves.

“Now, I can do this blind, of course,” he said and settled down across from Jose, fumbling around for his matches. “But if you’ve got a specific query…I’ll need to hear it.”

Jose nodded and watched him fail to light one match, a second, and then he reached out and took the box from Bruno’s hands, igniting the third on the first attempt before handing it back carefully. “I understand.”

Bruno gave him a look which he hoped was more contemptuous than petulant and set about lighting small fires. Possibility wafted around him, the familiar tug toward what should be unknown, unknowable, and he finally shed all his pretenses. He’d debase himself, mock the miracle, embrace the scorn of others because it all made more sense than to let it hurt him. No prophet is welcome in his own land, after all, so it all had to be the joke he treated it as.

Right up until Time surged through him and made his eyes blaze like foxfire, until his hands stretched before him in entreaty because more than anything else he longed to See. 

The wind whipped around them, and Jose’s hands slid into his own. “What do you wish to know?”

“When I leave the Encanto, will you come with me?”

Bruno gawped and tried to pull away but it was too late, the sand swirled up and Time swallowed him whole.

Short answer: no. Jose will trek through the mountains alone, meet missionaries in the first town he comes across, and go to Medellín, to the monastery, and he will supplicate himself before his brothers, and spend his life contemplating the words and actions of God. And Bruno…

The church ravaged by a storm. Julieta smiling and handing him a small bundle. Casita at sunset. A pair of rats nestled in his hands. Doors glowing with untapped potential. The familiar feel of a tambourine in his hand, his own laughter. A view of the dining room; from the perspective he must be standing behind his mother, indistinct faces are lining a much longer table. Riding on horseback through the forest-

The vision tore back to Jose at the end, him alone in a monk’s cell with hands folded in prayer, and that was what got put to glass.

Bruno snatched the plate from the air as the sand collapsed around them, panting for breath. He shook his head.

“I stay, you go,” he muttered and offered the panel to the other man. “You…you get to seek out your brothers and- and Jose what the fuck was that?” He never intentionally looked into his own future, he’s much too much of a coward for that, and having part of a vision of it  accidentally teased out of him had him rattled.  “Why would you ask that? How could you even think I’d leave here?”

Jose finished studying the panel, set it aside, and reached out to grip Bruno’s shoulders. “Because I hoped you would, because staying here, doing this, is killing you.”

“Oh for-” Bruno surged to his feet and started pacing, laughing. Ah, he hadn’t heard that concern for what felt like ages. “My good dear señor, Time is killing me, is killing you, is killing us all!” He spun in place with his arms in the air, a parody of a pirouette. He pointed at Jose, his smile a snarl. “That- that is what no one understands. None of us can control it, no one among us can change it, sand falls, clocks tick, why bother to fight it?”

Slowly, Jose got to his feet until he was looking down at him - to Bruno it felt like everyone looked down at him - and then he sighed, sadly.

“Because there are more things in heaven and earth, Bruno, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” He folded his hands before him and looked around the cave like it was a holy sanctuary. Finally his eyes met Bruno’s again and he shook his head. “And because you’re not the masterful actor you think you are. If you care so little, why put so much effort into making sure everyone knows it?”

There would have been a denial if the afterimages of peaceful, mundane moments to come weren’t still floating in his mind, taking him off-script. Though… “Speaking of acting,” he snapped and this time jabbed Jose in the chest. “Since when do you have any concerns about my well-being? D’you know what my earliest memory is?”

“Which one?” Jose drawled, and that gracious pity finally slid into familiar irritation.

Bruno ignored the question and held up his left hand. “You and your little brother holding my hand in a fire ant’s nest, telling me to stop crying because my sister would be able to make the pain stop!”

“Lo siento, lo siento, I’ve said it dozens of times before and I’ll pray for forgiveness for that and all the other awful things I did as a child for the rest of my life.” That, that was sincere. “Jesucristo, Bruno, people grow up, they change. You can’t live like this forever.”

“Watch me,” Bruno muttered and stepped back, turning to kick the evidence of the ritual away. “Ah, no, that’s right: you won’t. You’re leaving. Here.” 

He stooped to pick up the vision plate and handed it over with a final bow. “Go on, get out. Get thee to a monastery. And show this to your mother, I can picture the look on her face and it’s priceless.”

Jose did as he was told and pushed the vision cave’s door open, then paused on the other side as he came to a decision of his own. “Señor Madrigal, if you want to call yourself the man of this house, you’d do well to start acting like it.”

Bruno cackled. “Oh, Señor Guzmán, you sound just like-”

Wait.

I’ve been waiting an hour.

Who would have let him in? Who would have spoken to him about getting a vision? Who would know he didn’t look into his own future? Who would know how to manipulate a question so that he’d be forced to?

He turned and ran through the door, past Jose, picking up speed as he passed those tortured images of himself in stone. 

“Casita! The quick way!”

Bruno hit the ledge and leaped, ruana billowing behind him and Jose crying out in shock, then a makeshift swing flew toward him and he grasped the rope in his hands, feet planted on the wooden plank, and he spiraled downward. The post-vision headache was starting to pound but it was nothing compared to the roaring fury in his ears, the burn against his palms when the swing came to a sudden stop and he let himself tumble into the sand.

Dimly, he noted that the trip took a little longer than expected. More stairs, then. Good.

He picked himself up, brushed himself off, and stalked toward his door.

“Where’s Mamá?”

[mosshead-lover]

Warm me up, Bakugou

Bakugou Katsuki x reader

fluff, envy ,make up...

A/n-1: How are y’all doing? I am so excited for you all to read this piece. I wanted to post it sooner but I had a butt load of stuff going on. Phew. I'm finally in my happy place (yayy). Hope you enjoy reading it - ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Summary: When on a mission during a snowy storm, you end up soaking wet and cold. Your friend/classmate, Shoto ends up saving you from the misery while there wasn't much your boyfriend Bakugou could do.

The Hero University holidays were not meant as leisure at all. You managed to intern at a top-notch hero agency, as did your boyfriend and your two other classmates. You, Katsuki, Shoto, and Momo were tracking down a juvenile gang of villains, who were based on the hilltop. Despite the harsh winter and the storm, you decided to locate their base and put an end to it. Everything went according to the plan with one set back being, the guy you took on manipulated water, and your win came with a soaking wet body. The cold got the better of you. You began developing frostbites as your shivering got worse. Bakugou was paranoid and tried to keep you warm by lending his coat. It was of no use.

"Bakugou,"

Shoto called him out in an undistinguished tone. Bakugou knew he had to step away and let Shoto handle the rest. He did so, Reluctantly.

Shoto wrapped his arms around you and used his quirk to warm you up till the rescue arrived.

--

You were fine, thanks to Shoto, and were able to attend the little celebration party that the agency had organized, appreciating their interns' good work. Bakugou left the party early saying, he needed to rest. On the way back, you drop by his place to pick some of your stuff and check on him.

'He must be fast asleep’

you thought.

You didn't want to disturb him so, you opened the door cautiously to make no noise and let yourself in.

(You had a key, obviously!).

Bakugou was on his bed, undoing the tie when you quietly entered his room.

"Oh!"

You exclaimed on seeing him awake.

"What?"

He questioned, confused by your reaction.

You sat down next to him.

"It's just that... You left saying you needed to rest. I thought you would be asleep."

He looks away.

"Are you okay?"

You were a little worried.

"Yes,"

He answered, still looking way.

You knew he tends to be all moody when he doesn't get enough sleep. And, the past few days had been hard for him. He would stay awake late studying the reports on the culprits or strategizing long after you and the rest called it a day.

You held his face in your hands and turned it towards you.

"Just go to sleep, baby. You will feel better tomorrow."

You kiss him gently and get up to leave.

"I don't need to sleep. I need you."

He replies like a stubborn kid.

You turn back and find him on his feet too.

"We don't have to...You know you need to sleep."

You comfort him.

Although you wanted to stay, make love to him. Over and over for it had been so long. You turn to leave before he tried to convince you again.

Bakugou throws his undone tie around your neck and gently pulls you closer to him. He pulls it down a little more to make you lift your head and rest the back of your head on his shoulder.

"I said, we are not done yet!"

He whispers in a devilish tone.

Bakugou walked his other arm around your waist and held you closer to him. You let out an involuntary sigh. He started kissing your face at places he could reach and then moved to your neck and ears. His lips felt magical against your skin and never ceased to, not in a hundred more years. Not after doing it a zillion times. Never. It was always as magical as it had been the first time. He lets go of the tie. You turn to face him, your arms around his neck. You step on his feet, raise your heels to reach his face, and steal a kiss. Bakugou rests his forehead against yours. You could feel his lips curling up, satisfied with how you were giving in to his stubbornness.

"I Love you, [First/name] Goddamn [Last/name]."

He says in a low yet stern voice and continues.

"You are mine. Only mine!"

Bakugou Katsuki states like a military officer before going all the way out.

--

Next morning...

You were woken up by feeble crackling sounds. You could hardly open your eyes with the sun rays hitting your face, but you managed to see Bakugou's hand that was up in the air. He was trying to activate his quirk as little as possible. Just when you began to wonder what he was up to, He brought his hand closer to your face.

"Do you feel warm?"

He questions, his eyes reflecting remorse and concern. He had been thinking about that day all the while. You felt a little bad for not figuring it out sooner. You kiss his hand, wrap it around you, and move closer to rest your head on his chest. He adjusts his position so you can comfortably lay in his arms.

"You warm me up with your presence already."

You innocently reply despite knowing that Bakugou didn't like cheesy comments. Or pretended not to, in your case.

He sprung out of bed in response. You almost had a heart attack.

"What was that?!"

You ask, still trying to calm your heart down. You were certain you didn't say anything that shocking to deserve this response.

"Go freshen up, Dummy"

He avoids your question, pulls you up, and directs you towards the bathroom.

"Wait! Let me at least wear something,"

You grab the nearest garment you could find, which was his shirt from the last night, and put it on. He walks to the kitchen in a hurry while you yawn and take lazy steps towards the bathroom.

You were making the bed when you heard Bakugou stepping out of the kitchen. You turn to see him in his boxers and apron tied around his naked body. He was holding a ceramic cup that he hands over to you.

"Here. I know nothing warms you up like [your morning beverage]"

"Did you seriously put on Apron just to prepare [your morning bevrage]?"

Not that you were complaining. In fact, this boxers-apron-wearing-Bakugou would go down as the sexiest Bakugou in your relationship history.

"Shut up, it's kitchen etiquette."

He pouts and looks away. You set the cup down on the coffee table. You almost jump from the bed and hug him tight in excitement. You had to. He was being so adorable after all. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you. You weren't letting your precious boy go any time soon.

"The [your morning bevrage] is getting cold."

"Shhhhhh,"

was your reply. You squeeze as if your grip around him wasn't tight enough.

"It is supposed to warm you up, dummy"

He mutters.

"As I said, Nothing and Nobody warms me up like you do, Bakugou Katsuki."

----

A/n-2: I just can’t transition from Fluff to Smut (Please forgive me for being so incompetent 😭)Also, I was worried that it would get too long.

So,let me know if you want to read a smut detailing *The Night*.

Will make a separate post.

[everygame]

Frostpunk (PC)

Developed/Published by: 11 Bit Studios Released: 24/04/2018 Completed: 15/08/2021 Completion: Completed the “A New Home” scenario, with 634 survivors (one died right at the end, annoyingly.) Trophies / Achievements: n/a

I mentioned earlier that I’ve started to work through my games “in order” because I tend to get stuck on “what to play next” but you know what? One of the best things is when you just get a whim to play/read/watch something and you go ahead and do it (in fact, I think that might be the most pleasurable of all.) And so, after seeing Frostpunk 2 mentioned on Twitter a few times (or something) I thought “what even is Frostpunk” looked it up, discovered it’s a post-apocalyptic base-builder and thought “fuck it, I’ve got a free weekend, let’s play it.”

I don’t know much about 11 Bit Studios so I assume that the name “Frostpunk” came from “oh, we’re doing a game about steam-power that’s set in a frigid apocalypse, so it’s not ‘steampunk’ it’s ‘frostpunk’” but man… what a terrible name, because it literally told me nothing about the game until I played it--and maybe I’d have played it sooner if it was called literally anything else. (Actually, maybe that’s not fair. It’s not like I’m running out to play base-builders most days) but naming aside, Frostpunk is… very good? It’s kind of exactly what you’d expect from this sort of thing: you set things up to be built, you manage resources and resident expectations, and you speed up and slow down the passage of time based on if you’re waiting for something cool to happen or if you’re trying to get a lot of stuff done.

It’s got the issues that these kind of games have: you’ll play the beginning a few times because there’s an “optimal” (or near-optimal) start that you want and you won’t know you want until you’ve played a few hours, and certain aspects will require you to read online and try and not spoil things for yourself. For example, you can declare a new law every day in your city, but only the next unlock is ever visible, meaning you can cut yourself off from the laws you’d actually want without realising it (I’ve no idea why they aren’t revealed in advance.) Oh and the game is (uniquely) designed around radial placement as the city is wrapped around a huge heat and power generator, but if you’re the kind of person who likes perfect, no-wasted-space placement, it’s going to make your brain super itchy unless you’re able to plan far, far in advance.

That said though, this has kind of a perfect “just a few more minutes” design with something constantly about to happen, and the game notably isn’t endless (well, unless you pick one of the added-later endless modes) so you get a satisfying (ish) conclusion to the whole thing--although, actually, the build up is the most exciting part, with the music swelling and really bringing across the drama while you… sit and watch your city, not really doing anything except riding the speed/slow time toggle…

Will I ever play it again? There are a bunch of expansions that definitely mix up the design quite a lot, but I’m not that bothered. I will, however, put Frostpunk 2 on the ol’ “play in a zillion years” list.

Final Thought: Oh! Frostpunk can be extremely grim by the sounds of it with lots of depressing gnarly post-apocalyptic stuff possible, but interestingly it’s kind of in the player’s hands. One of the most interesting things is that you don’t always have to pass laws, you can just stop, meaning there’s a tree where it’s totally valid to be like “actually, I don’t like any of these options, even if they offer bonuses, so I’m good.” As a result, to be honest all the inhabitants of my city--although overworked, and often stuck eating only soup--didn’t really have that bad a time. There’s definitely some interesting stuff in that inhabitants often don’t like you being nice or merciful, which depressingly feels all the more realistic as time passes, and also to what extent my decisions reflected my own morals (a dead body is a dead body and nothing more--throw it in the snow pit and use it for fertiliser, I don’t care if you’re crying) so I quite appreciated this for trying to offer bit more than just some hours spent fiddling about, even if it doesn’t always succeed. Support Every Game I’ve Finished on ko-fi, either via a one-off donation (pay what you like) or by joining as a supporter at just $1 a month.

[bethagain]

Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by: @nicad13. What fun, thank you for the tag!

Name: Bethagain, here and on AO3

Fandoms: Worlds I’ve written for: Star Wars and Mad Max are longtime loves. The Mandalorian is my current writing space. Good Omens was a mad burst of creativity when the TV show came out. Sherlock is an ex I’ve long since gotten over. Oh and there's one Winnie-the-Pooh crossover involving Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Two-shot: I had to go back and look. My only two-shot is a set of teeny short fics involving Luke Skywalker and porgs, in the days before Last Jedi was released.

Most popular multi-chapter: Brunch at the Citadel (Mad Max: Fury Road). A chicken appears in the Wasteland.

Actual worst part of writing: Writing hurts. Not when it’s going really well, but when the idea machine in my brain gets stuck and I have to push on through if I want there to be a story. It’s not a physical pain, but it hurts.

How you choose your titles: With difficulty. I aim for brief titles that embody something important about the story. And then I search AO3 to make sure nobody else has used that title in the same fandom and there aren’t already a zillion fics called the same thing.

Do you outline: LOL. No. Every now and then I have enough of a sense of where a story’s going that I’ll jot down a few key plot points. But that’s rare. Mostly making an outline would be an exercise in frustration, because I don’t know where we’re headed until we get there.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: I have a Mandalorian horror fic that I sort of started but will probably never finish. If I do I’ll post it, but probably anonymously because it does not belong in my SFW little bethagain world.

Callouts @ me: I am 100% the writer going küdos? commints? two seconds after I post a fic.

Best writing traits: Apparently I am really good at writing “soft” things. I didn’t even know what that meant until people started using the term in comments so I looked it up. A lot of my work lately has an aspect of gentleness. I guess deep down I think we need more of that in the world.

Spicy tangential opinion: I am hesitant to offer one, because I’ve managed to stay off the Tumblr disk horse for this long and I have no desire to get in that saddle now. Maybe this is a fair place to admit that, for all I’ve been writing gentle stories lately, I love a good darkfic. I’ve got some things in my bookmarks that are very, very heed-the-tags.

No pressure tagging: I don’t know who’s already done this... How about @lastwordbeforetheend, @thecagedthestral, @flightsofwonder, @fake-starwars-fan and any other mutuals or followers who want to play!

[yuto-non]

Workplace.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Breeding kink, dom!bangchan, hair pulling, obviously unprotected sex, orgasm denial for a moment, kind of public sex

A/n: Request from my new found tumblr bestie. I’ve never done this kink before, but it was fun!

Chan wanted a baby. 

He wanted a baby badly, and he HAS wanted a baby for some time, but the stars had never aligned.

Work was busy. You had just received a long awaited promotion at the same time the company began undergoing some very large changes. Both of these events meant more time and energy being spent at work, and less being spent with Chan. Today was no different. Your morning began with a long meeting at work. You had so much of your own work to get done, that you spent a majority of the meeting shaking your leg under the table, trying to resist the urge of walking out. The amount of things you needed to get done heavily outweighed the amount of hours in the day, and this meeting was simply putting a halt to all of it. 

“Does anyone else have anything to add?” Your CEO spoke to the quiet room, your hands gripping tightly on your notebook as you anticipated someone piping in, but alas. Not a sound. Relief struck you. Finally, the meeting was over. You could get to work on the zillion things you needed to do, and you began collecting your things to do just that. As you picked your phone up off the table, it vibrated in your hands. 

It was Chan, who had simply texted you a long spam of baby emojis and thumbs up. You laughed to yourself and rolled your eyes. “He never knows when to stop, does he?” You thought, as you finished gathering your things and made your way over to your office. Chan wanted a baby.

He wanted a baby so badly, that when you opened the door to your new office, you were less than shocked to see Chan posted up in your chair, legs relaxed out on your new desk, hands folded in his lap, as he grinned over to you.

“Hey babe, get my text?” He winked as he lifted his legs off of your desk and leaned forward. 

“I did..I certainly did.” You nodded over to him, walking to the front of the desk to place down your things. “Chan, while I love your exuberance, I have so many things to get done, can we talk back at home?” You pleaded, making sure to keep the desk between the both of you. Chan was many things, one of which was persistent. You were also very weak when it came to Chan, so you knew avoiding him and his intoxicating ways was your best strategy. 

Chan just smirked, and got out of the chair, placing his hands on the desk and leaning towards you.. You took a step back, trying to avoid falling into his spell. “What, babe?” His eyes sparked with mischief, his face clearly saying all of his intentions without them being said out loud.

“Chan.” You voice was stern, a false sense of confidence that you managed to get out. You tried to stand your ground. If Chan knew for a single second that your knees were already a bit weak, and that your mind was already trying to beg you to give into every physical need you had been depriving yourself of, he would take full advantage. You didn’t have the time, you kept telling yourself. Work was so busy, you needed to focus. You could get this from Chan anytime, but now was not the time. 

You stood your ground as you continued to repeat these thoughts, trying to convince yourself that your body was wrong for wanting Chan to just release some of the stress you had built up. You stood your ground and didn’t move even as Chan moved slowly around the desk to you.

“But, I’ve missed you, angel.” Chan cooed as he made his way over. You looked at him as he walked over, watched his every step, and as he got closer, your mind raced with having to make a decision.

Just as Chan rounded the corner of the desk, your legs woke up, moving away from him quickly. Your mind was cleared from the reality that..you’re in your workplace. Hundreds of people were right outside your door, and could so easily walk in at anytime. You had things to do, and Chan was not one of them, even if your body longed so badly for him.

“Chan, I can’t. Not now. I’ll be home earlier tonight, I promise.” You staggered backwards, attempting to casually flee from the  intimidating man that made his way over to you. His blonde hair fell perfectly over his devilish eyes. His full lips formed the most menacing grin as you tried to walk away from him. His legs were faster, even at the slow pace you had set, and he quickly made his way to the same side of the desk as you.

“But…” Chan made one more move, and your body froze. Before you knew it, before your brain could even comprehend how he managed it, he was in front of you, forcing you to take steps back until you were backed against that desk. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His voice was heavy and dark, his hand reached for your face, cradling your cheek as he stared into your eyes, full of need. “Besides.” His hand trailed down your cheek, one of his fingers slowly tracing your jaw line “I also have things I need to take care of.” His finger trailed down, and his hand gently grasped your neck.Your eyes fluttered almost instinctively. The feeling of pleasure immediately running down your spine. Chan’s head lowered to your neck, sucking the skin gently as he stepped closer to you, causing you to sit up on the desk. Chan took the new positioning as a chance to step even closer, spreading your legs as your skirt rode up your thighs. 

Chan’s hand continued to tighten on your neck, while his other hand ventured to your back, grabbing at your shirt as he bit and kissed your neck. Moans spilled from your lips, your breathing picking up as Chan became more and more fervent in his actions. His hand finally released it’s grip on your neck and cold air rushed down your throat. Chan used his newly freed hand to grab your ass, using both of his hands to pull you closer to him. Your skirt bunched around your waist as Chan pulled you as close as possible. His hard cock was easily felt through his pants, and the groan that slipped from his throat made fireworks go off in your stomach. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fill you up.” Chan growled into your ear, nipping at your earlobe as he continued to grind his cock into your clothed core. Your hands gripped onto Chan’s shoulders, giving you leverage to lean back and push yourself closer to him. The contact of  his cock rubbing against you was making you dizzy, your panties already sticking to your soaked lips.

“Please, Chan..” You whined, grinding on to him as hard as you could, looking for some release and friction. Chan’s hands gripped your ass harder as he bit down on your shoulder and bucked his hips into you, groaning at the hard contact. He moved his hands back to your hips, then under your legs, going straight to your damp panties and sliding them off easily. Your pussy ached, throbbing for more contact as you watched Chan undo his belt and pants. His eyes never left your needy core, his eyes fucking you as he watched you squirm on top of the desk, waiting for his next move. 

His cock finally came into view as he slid his boxers down his legs. Your mouth watered at the sight, dripping precum, twitching without even being touched. You wanted to feel it in your mouth, feel his thick heavy cock against your tongue, in your throat, you so badly wanted Chan to face fuck you and use you how he pleased, but not today. Chan knew what he wanted, and he wasted no time getting there. His hands went back to your ass, sliding you forward as his head dipped back down to your neck and kissed the sensitive skin. His cock slid against your lips, sliding up and down and teasing your needy entrance. “Chan!” You yelped, trying to move your hips closer, trying to push his cock inside of you. Chan’s laugh was muffled by your neck as he took his time, teasing you into a fit of moans and whines. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get plenty of me before you have to get back to work.” The kisses he laid on your neck and ear only distracted you for a few moments before your entire body was filled with the pleasurable pain of his cock stretching out your tight pussy with a sudden intrusion. Your head fell back as you held back the scream that you wanted to let go so badly. Your hands grasped the desk as Chan wasted no time, fucking you as hard as he could. Thee lack of time to adjust to his size and length made you want to scream and beg him to stop, but also felt so fucking good, you couldn’t form the words. “Fuck, I love your pussy, babe.” His words swept across your ear between the sounds of him fucking into you. “I can’t wait to fill you with my cum, I can’t wait to make you completely mine.” 

The words just fueled the fire inside your body, your hips tried to connect with him, pushing him into even deeper. You tried to contain your noises, knowing full well that people were bustling around just outside your door. Your head lulled to the side, heavy eyes opening to look at the door, just in case someone was standing there and your overwhelming need for Chan had caused you to miss the visitor. Luckily for both of you, the door was still shut, you were still alone, and your body was getting closer and closer to the edge you so desired. Chan’s hands gripped your ass harder, almost certainly leaving bruises for you later. “Don’t worry, babe. I won’t stop, even if someone walks in.” You wanted to protest, but no words came. You wanted to explain the severity of being caught, but you were too wrapped up in feeling every single inch of Chan’s perfect cock as it stretched you out and brought you closer to the orgasm you wanted so badly. 

“Chan…please let me cum” You whined between breaths, gripping the desk for dear life. 

“Not yet. Don’t you dare cum yet.” His words were so serious, you knew you had to listen. Your hands searched for something more to grab, finding his shoulders and holding tight. Your nails sunk into his shirt and skin as he fucked you. “I’m going to cum though, fuck!” Chan pulled you as close as possible, his cock sliding as deep into you as possible as his hips began to stagger some. “Fuck I’m going to cum inside you, fuuck!” Chan’s hips snapped forward, his cock twitching as he came deep inside of you. You could feel every splash of cum coat your walls, the feeling becoming almost overwhelming, making fighting off your own orgasm ten times more difficult. 

You whined and pleaded, begging Chan to continue fucking you, finger you, anything to help you cum. “Please, Chan, please!” His cock slowly slipped out of your pussy, but was quickly replaced with his long slender fingers, two of them slipping into your pussy. His hand began to move, his fingers quickly becoming coated in both his and your juices as he fingered you. You bit your lip, throwing your head back and moving your hips on his hand. His other hand made its way to your clit, rubbing gentle circles on the sensitive nub as you fucked yourself on Chan’s hand.

“Fuck, I love this sight. I love seeing you so needy and so full of my cum.” His eyes ate you up as you continued to chase your own orgasm using his hand.

“Fu---fuck! Chan!” Your words were choked out as you tried to breath between gasping and moaning. “Cum! I’m going to cum!” Your hips jerked forward, frantically fucking Chan’s fingers as he rubbed your clit faster. Just as the wave was about to break, just as the knot was about to snap, Chan’s hands pulled away. The loss of contact brought whines and begging. “No, please!” You cried, hoping for some pity, but Chan’s face showed none. 

He moved to your chair, sitting down and stroking his already hard cock. He looked delicious, so fucked out and happy at the sight of you before him. “Turn around for me, angel.” His words drifted over to you. You quickly hopped on your feet, knees weak and wobbly. Without further instruction, you leaned over your desk. Chan moaned at the site, and you looked back to see him eating you up as his hand gripped tightly around his cock. “Such a good girl. Do you want some more?”

You nodded pathetically, shaking your hips towards him and whining. He approached you almost painfully slowly. Both of his hands gripped your hips as he pulled you back towards him. This time came with less shock as he snapped his hips forward, his cock pushing deeper inside of you than ever before. You grasped at the desk, trying to hold onto anything. “Fuck, I love fucking you like this..” he grunted, one of his hands sliding up your back. “Full of my cum, fuck..” His hand gripped your hair, tugging you up and arching your back. His cock began to hit every right spot from this new position, and the feeling was becoming almost too much. 

“Chan, I can’t stop, I need to cum, please!” You almost screamed the words. Your body could barely hold on. You could barely hold yourself up as every single part of you was about to explode. Chan tugged back on your hair, his other hand gripping your hip as he fucked you harder. 

“Then, cum for me.” The words you needed so badly. Your eyes shut as you finally let go of holding on, and the knot snapped. You became overwhelmed quickly as the rush of pleasure hit you, waving over your body in a rush of intensity. You covered your own mouth to stop from screaming as Chan continued to fuck your overly sensitive pussy. You wanted to ask him to stop, but you had no words as you laid over the desk absolutely fucked out of your mind. Chan’s moans became louder, his breathing became heavier, and the grip on your hair became stronger as he fucked you harder, searching for his second orgasm.

“Take my fucking cock, take all of my cum, angel..” 

It didn’t take long, the feeling of your pussy gripping tightly around him as you came sending him over the edge. His grip on your hair was let go as he used both of his hands to pull you closer to him, his cock throbbing deep inside of you once again. His cum filled you as he stopped moving, his breathing the only sound you could hear. Chan stepped away from you, and moaned. Your tired eyes watched him as he looked at you displayed in front of him. Your skirt bunched around your waist, legs spread, and his cum slowly dripping down your leg. You were too tired to move, to fix yourself. 

“I love seeing you like this..but you should really get back to work.” 

[marveloussupernerd]

Halloween Bash - Jaehee Kang

Hello and welcome to spooky season! For the next week I’m going to post a Halloween one shot every night. I random number generated the post order, prompts, and other little details about it, so I’ll be including those at the beginning of the story

Prompts: RFA party, bobbing for apples, stay all night

Summary: the RFA is throwing a little Halloween bash for its members. You and Jaehee dress to impress

You and Jaehee had put a lot of thought and effort into the RFA Halloween party. Rika had done it once before in the past and you wanted to bring it back and hopefully make it a fun tradition. You planned to have a costume contest, bobbing for apples, and the Monster Mash on repeat.

Jaehee had left the costumes up to you. It took you a while to find good costumes (there were a zillion Hetero couples costumes but you really struggled to find something creative for the two of you), but when you saw it you knew it was perfect. Of course, you couldn’t both win the costume contest, but you definitely wanted to match.

You walked into the coffee shop where Jaehee was hanging a streamers, and plopped the costumes onto the table next to her. “Are those the Scooby Doo characters?” She asked, glancing down at the costumes then focusing her energy back to the task at hand.

“Velma and Daphne! Jaehee, don’t tell me you didn’t know their names,” you sighed, plopping onto the chair next to her.

“I actually did watch Scooby Doo as a kid, but it’s been a while,” she smiled. She stuck one more piece of tape then carefully got off the chair she was standing on to sit next to you. “I think it’ll be quite cute.”

“Oo! I also got this hairspray stuff for you that temporarily dyes it orange. It might be kind of unnatural but-“

“You want me to be Daphne?” She cut you off, her eyebrows raised skeptically.

“Duh! I think you’d look really nice as her. Why? Would you rather be Velma?” You glanced down at the costumes. Fortunately you two were nearly the same size.

“No, I just. I don’t know... I assumed you’d want me to be Velma. I did look a lot like her...”

“Yeah, because Jumin made you. You look so beautiful now and I want you to embrace those changes! Putting on a short wig and glasses would do the exact opposite.”

She leaned across the table to grab your hand. “Thank you. I don’t think you understand how much that means to me.

“Of course. Now if you’re done with the decorations can I help you do the hair?”

“I set one banner up...”

You looked around. Huh. She was right. “Whoops. Got so excited I didn’t even notice that. Let me help you set things up first then.”

The two of you were an excellent team, obviously, and made quick work of setting up the decorations. Jaehee had splurged on some nice decorations. Lots and lots of pumpkins and pumpkin banners (to go with your pumpkin treats you had made ahead of time) and even a very realistic cauldron for the bobbing for apples game. Granted, her decor was very mild and not scary, spare one thing she splurged on. She set up one of those spiders that jump out at you when you walked past it, then put it by the entry.

“Jaehee... I didn’t know you were so diabolical...” you chuckled, putting batteries in the machine to get it running.

“I just want to see Mr. H- I mean Jumin, jump. He has a fear of spiders you know.”

“I’ll be sure to get it on camera,” you winked at her.

The next step was getting all dressed up. You started with the hair dye, which blended surprisingly well with her now-long hair. It wasn’t too neon, but enough that you could tell she was now a redhead. You helped her with some winged eyeliner, as she had never done a wing herself, and some sparkly pink lipgloss. Once she was all dressed, you took a step back to admire your handiwork. “Jaehee, you look kinda hot,” you complimented, suddenly feeling extremely embarrassed.

Her cheeks shot red from the compliment as she worked hard to look anywhere but your eyes. “You don’t think it’s too much?”

“No, I think you look exactly like her. Now will you help me get this wig on?”

Turns out getting a wig on is a two, probably three honestly, person task. Especially with your baby hairs that kept falling out of place. Luckily, Jaehee helped you fix it until it was absolutely perfect. You got all dressed next. “What do you think?” You asked, doing a little spin.

“They really didn’t include the glasses with the costume?” She asked, turning the bag upside-down to ensure you hadn’t missed anything. “Huh. Well, luckily for us I think I still have my old pair.”

Jaehee disappeared to the back. You heard a lot of rustling through drawers before she came back victorious. “No prescription or anything, just regular frames.” She carefully put them on your face. “Perfect. Now you look the part.”

You opened your phone camera to check your outfit. “We look GOOD! Best couples costume ever.” You glanced at the time. “And just in time too. We’ve gotta get to the front so we can see everyone get scared by the spider.

Jumin and Yoosung arrived together, no surprise since Yoosung was still his acting assistant. Jumin jumped slightly at the spider, but it was nowhere close to Yoosung, who backed into Jumin so quickly that he knocked the both of them over. You and Jaehee couldn’t contain your laughter, not making any movement to help them up.

Luckily there were no injuries, as the two got up relatively fast and made their way over to you. “Oh Assistant K- I mean, Jaehee,” Jumin said to you, “Some days I miss you more than others. And this is definitely one of those days.” He obviously did and didn’t mean it at the same time; he was teasing Yoosung. But oh! More pressing matters at hand.

“I’m not Jaehee,” you giggled. Jumin’s mouth fell open in shock. Obviously you were right; your voices were quite different, but you really pulled a fast one on him.

“Forgive me. I just thought... well, what are you two anyways?”

“You don’t know? They’re from Scooby Doo!” Yoosung yelled, very surprised that Jumin didn’t recognize it.

“Scooby huh?”

“Scooby Doo! It’s a kids show. You’re... more hopeless than I thought,” he said sadly.

“You two look nice! Frankenstein and his monster. Very creative.” You complimented them.

The conversation was halted when Zen walked in the room, bumping into the glass door as he jumped away from the spider. You all laughed this time.

Zen was quickly followed by Seven and V, who were not shocked by the spider at all. Figures. Zen was a vampire, V was dressed as a pirate, and Seven was... oh god why was he in his maid costume.

“You all look nice!” Jaehee complimented. “Let me get some music on and then we’ll start everything up.”

“Jaehee, that’s you!?” Zen exclaimed. “You look great!”

“Thanks!” She called. The Monsrer Mash started playing. She made her way back to the group. “Although it wasn’t exactly my idea.”

“I am a genius, I know.” You commented, accepting your praise. Jaehee hit your shoulder playfully and you got the party started.

The activity of the night was bobbing for apples. Was this a good idea? Probably not. But it’d be fun. You got to man the station and time how long it took everyone to get their apples. Jumin took the longest... literally over three minutes because he didn’t want to hurt his teeth. Zen was the quickest, trying to make sure he beat Jumin, which was not challenging to do.

Jaehee finished her turn and got right in the middle of the times. Her lipgloss was smeared down her face. “You know, maybe this idea had a few flaws,” you giggled, grabbing a paper towel to help her dry her face off. You very gently patted her face dry, using your finger to gently wipe the lipgloss away. It was strangely intimate and the two of you were both flushing messes, despite the fact that you were literally dating. No makeup problems for you though! The only issue was that the glasses fell off in the water, traditional Velma style, and the game became bobbing for glasses.

Zen’s prize for winning was a caramel apple designed to look like a pumpkin. Pretty creative from you and Jaehee to be honest. He rubbed it in Jumin’s face nonstop, and you figured he would for the next year until the next contest.

When it came down to voting for the best costume, it was no surprise to read out the results. Everyone had voted for Jaehee. There was one vote for you of course, because Jaehee was a supportive girlfriend and would NEVER vote for herself. Even Seven didn’t vote for himself which was, honestly, quite a relief. You were proud that her costume was so good Seven considered it better than his “Mary Vanderwood III” getup, whatever that meant.

Jaehee’s very special prize was homemade chocolate and pretzel bark the two of you had made the other night. Honestly, you were glad she won because it was so good and she would share it with you.

The two of you stayed all night. You sort of had to, considering it was taking place at your coffee shop. But you had a great time dishing out (non alcoholic) drinks and pumpkin cookies and candy.

You played pin the stem on the pumpkin (which V actually won, which honestly should not surprise anyone) and spent most of the time hearing everyone complaining about the Monster Mash playing for the fiftieth time. It wasn’t your fault. There weren’t that many Halloween songs and this one was Jaehee’s absolute favorite.

Once everyone left, the two of you plopped down on the sofa in the corner of the shop. “I’m so tired,” Jaehee groaned, resting her head on your shoulder and propping her feet up. “You sure we can’t just sleep here tonight?”

You laughed, chest shaking as you giggled, causing Jaehee to shift slightly. “We still have to open tomorrow at 6. And as much fun as it sounds to stay the night here, I’m worried your hair will become permanently orange if we don’t wash it out.”

She let out an exhasperated sigh, standing up and taking your hands to help pull you up. “Okay, but only if you help me wash it out. I’m too tired, and I don’t think I’ll be able to get the back.”

You winked at her. “Sure, whatever you say, Jaehee.”

[paintedrecs]

@mad-madam-m​ tagged me in the “list 5 OTPs from 5 fandoms” meme a couple days ago, which I laughed at her for because (a) she knows my otps FULL WELL (b) our lists are very nearly an exact match (which i am by the way delighted about because half my list right now is full of rare pairs, and I have never before known the hell of treading that landscape alone)

but!

I’m gonna do the meme and double it up as an announcement of what I am currently into and what you’re likely to see on this blog if I start picking up my activity levels a little.

I honestly have no idea how active tumblr is at this point - how many of you are still around, and how many of you I might lose if I start reblogging my other fandoms in addition to Sterek - but after doing a Pillowfort experiment for a while, I think I’ve finally figured out how to use social media again in a way that works better for me.

My old method, before tumblr kinda imploded and fandom got weird (filled with antis and ship hate and constant infighting, ugh why), was to create a separate blog for everything I was into, which is why I have appreciatederek, appreciateshiro, appreciatejack, and...is that it? See, this is why I need to stop scattering myself into a zillion different pieces.

So I’m going to consolidate more (like I do on twitter and now Pillowfort), and also hopefully get back to my fandom roots: digging into more meta, like I did 8 years ago when I first fell in love with Sterek, and posting fic recs, like I also did thanks to Sterek. (And sharing my own fics as I write them. Guess which fandom pushed me down that path, too.)

So it’s fitting that the first ship on this list is...well, an obvious one.

1. STEREK (Teen Wolf)

Y’all know this one. Sterek will always, always be the OTP of my heart. I love their dynamic. I love the creativity and passion of the fandom. I love that they brought my writing back to me and introduced me to so many of you.

I still have dozens of Sterek fic ideas; quite a few of them are partially written or have significant outlines, so at some point I will still be writing them. Life is just, as you know, very busy and very tiring and it’s so hard to fit everything into my days. I’m working on it, I promise. 

I’d like to start doing more updates with snippets of my upcoming fics, maybe a lil Q&A if anyone wants to chat about what I’m working on/my thought process behind what I’ve already written/what you’d like to see from me, etc. Interactive fun stuff! Sterek fandom is still the best and most supportive fandom I’ve ever been a part of, and it makes me happy every time I’m reminded we’re all still around and thriving.

And here’s some of the other stuff I’m into right now...

2. XANATOWEN (Gargoyles)

I have been sailing this ship entirely by myself since January, recently joined by the aforementioned M, who also created this gif for me while she was still in the patient “I’m your friend, I will listen to you yelling about this show” stage. (ha ha ha look at her now, that’s what you get)

I’ve been genuinely holding myself back from spamming tumblr with my thoughts about this show and this ship, which I’m beginning to realize is...maybe silly. I’ll still try to keep it a little bit balanced, but you can definitely look forward to more Gargoyles on the horizon, including:

Fics - 30k so far, with another 4.6k that I’m hoping to post this afternoon, after I look over it and decide if I still like it (ha ha fic writing amirite). I also have a fairy tale AU that I’ve done a substantial outline for, so I’d really like to get that underway.

Episode recaps/meta posts - these are currently being posted over on Pillowfort. The goal is to get the last two episodes of Season 1 up there, then to start crossposting them here.

As long as it’s not a gigantic hassle to paste over all the screencaps, because I uh. I have a lot of them. And a lot of thoughts about the show as a whole, but particularly about the relationship between David Xanatos and Owen Burnett: the meta’s currently averaging from about 1.5k to 2.5k per episode, whoooops.

I love them. I love them a LOT. See my meta posts for very detailed explanations as to why.

3. TREVORCARD (Castlevania)

I honestly did not expect to get this deeply invested in this ship. I watched and liked the first two seasons of Castlevania and really enjoyed the dynamic between Trevor and Alucard, but it wasn’t until the lead-up to Season 3 (and then the devastation of how absolutely terrible that season was) that I realized how much I loved these two together.

So now I’m having a very Sterek Fandom moment of “eff you canon, they’re ours now” in regards to Trevorcard. 

I’ve written one fic for them - it’s a 20k coffee shop/modern/college/artist/musician AU because they deserve all the fandom tropes and so much happiness together..

I don’t currently have plans to write any more, although if I do, it’ll likely be some sort of neighbors AU with wolf!Alucard, since my vast experience with Sterek fandom has taught me the absolute joys of exploring characters who can canonically turn into a beautiful giant effing wolf. 

I’ve also been steadily reading my way through every single Trevorcard fic in the AO3 tag, which unfortunately is only ~200. (HOW is this a rare pair. I will never ever understand it, they’re perfect together, and the animators literally said they intentionally storyboarded moments like the one above with the knowledge that people would start shipping them.)

Once I’ve finished up my AO3 tour, I’m going to compile the ones I enjoyed into rec lists. There are some really wonderful fics in there, and I’m excited to see what the rest are like.

4. TAIBANI (Tiger & Bunny)

I really don’t talk about this ship much, but it’s so immensely close to my heart. I have...so much...official merch of Kotetsu and Barnaby; it makes me happy every single time I see it. If I used my Tiger & Bunny stuff as the standard for what sparks joy during a konmari, the rest of my apartment would probably wind up empty.

The show (which is finally getting a second season in 2022 - Kotetsu & Barnaby had better be getting married) is wonderful. I genuinely can’t recommend it enough. Great writing, wonderful character development, beautiful animation, and Kotetsu and Barnaby are absolutely perfect together. Here’s an old post where I talk about that a little bit.

I’ve only written one fic so far: a canon compliant established relationship future fic that focuses more on their family dynamic as Kotetsu’s daughter adapts to turning 18, becoming a hero, and living with her frustratingly affectionate dad & his new husband.

I have ideas for two AUs: a single dad mature student/young professor one and a sorta weird circus/steve irwin-inspired one. We’ll...we’ll see if I ever get around to either. What I end up writing always surprises me, so I sorta give up on planning what words will come out.

And oh wait! I totally forgot about the third idea, which will be roughly canon compliant, with “Kotetsu sets Barnaby up on a series of blind dates that Barnaby initially thinks will be with HIM” angsty/funny fic. Hrm. I should get back to that one, I’ve outlined part of it.

I haven’t actually read a ton of fic for this pairing, because the more I like canon material, the less I seek out fandom content to “fix” it, but I would like to start going through the AO3 tag after I finish my Trevorcard project. I did an initial rec list ages ago and would like to follow up with another.

5. SHEITH (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

Here’s the last pairing I write fics for. I have several more in progress that I’d really like to finish - including a dragon AU that I wish someone else would just finish for me so I can read it, hahhhhhhh sigh. I wrote 15k, did a ton of research, and basically intimidated myself out of continuing, because it’s one of my Big Projects. Not gonna be like, PDIW length or anything, but it should be a pretty hefty fic once it’s done.

Then there’s the roommates AU, the burrito shop AU, the....wow. I really need to get back to these, don’t I. A couple of them are super close to being finished, too.

I’ve also compiled a few fic rec lists, although I haven’t updated those (or my Sheith blog) in a while.

This fandom has been...interesting. Rough sometimes. Sliding into some of the other pairings on this list has provided a good break for me, particularly since they’re all such small fandoms that they’re relatively free from drama and hate. Once I’m fully refreshed and re-inspired, I’d love to get back into writing Sheith. They’re such a perfect, feel-good, extraordinarily balanced and supportive ship, and I am disappointed every single day I remember that Voltron didn’t stick the landing with making them canon.

Look at that almost-kiss. Just...look at it. And tell me they aren’t in love.

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[alo-piss-trancy]

okay, i just sent you what i have so far for chapter two of the jade fic through the submit post thing. it's actually not as bad as i remembered, lol 😅 it picks up from before the flashback that started at the beginning of the first chapter. feel free to edit, add on, and post it, if you'd like to. i have it set up so the h/c part will be jori friendship, but you could easily make it borade if you so desire.

OH MY GOD ANON I LOVED YOUR FIC!!! LIKE ABSOLUTELY L O V E D IT!!! YES IT IS BETTER THAN U REMEMBERED BECAUSE IT'S REALLY REALLY GOOD AND YOU SHOULD HAVE MORE CONFIDENCE IN YOURSELF 💛💛💛

I actually had to like, put it down for a few minutes at the wetting scene and just like, stare at the ceiling before I could gain the courage to keep reading, that second-hand embarrassment is SO STRONG oh my god my face was pure red aldkglhl (and just to clarify I 100 percent mean that as a compliment!!! Like it was so well-written and emotional I needed a moment to not die for poor J/ade akdkcl, Top Tier gut reaction to this fic, can't wait to reread it a zillion times and get that gut punch again RIP. IN FRONT OF ALL FIVE OF THEM JFC THAT'S SO MUCH MEANER THAN WHAT I HAD PLANNED TBH, YOU'RE A LOWKEY SADIST AND I LOVE IT)

Why could I picture that C/at-R/obbie-A/ndre bit so clearly lmao, the store excuse was so in character and them having to drag poor A/ndre out bc he didn't get it was so funny. It was right in line with the show's gags XD

The comfort and fluff in this was so sweet and cute oh my goodness 😭 T/ori crying out of embarassment/sympathy for J/ade is such a T/ori think to do akfkhl bless her heart 💛 And B/eck hhhh he felt so bad and this is all so comforting/humiliating for J/ade, you're gonna kill me with this fluff it's SO GOOD

AND THE TEXTING IDEA

I'M EMBARRASSED TO SAY MUCH LIKE POOR J/ADE I WAS ALSO TOO DUMB TO THINK OF THAT LMAO

IT COULD HAVE SAVED HER SO MUCH SUFFERING GOOD LORD c':

I'm lowkey wheezing over that line about saying emojis aloud XD B/eck don't you know? As the main character T/ori has all kinds of amazing powers~ (but lol i love it ngl. I was admittedly squinting trying to figure out what it is too pfft. A planner/calendar? But also if u lean back really far it does kind of almost look like a toilet lmao, is that why u picked it? )

OH MY GOD THAT LAST LINE

J/ADE HONEY I'M SO SORRY FOR LAUGHING AT THE WORST DAY OF YOUR LIFE BUT RIP

Actually one of my favourite things in omo fics (because I love Maximum Embarrassment before they get that sweet sweet fluffy comfort) is that one last awkward kick when they're already down and emotionally wounded, so that was perfect lmao

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Anon istg I really don't even know what I could add or edit for what you have so far, it's like, Completely Perfect as is akdkglkl. 💛💛💛 This fic is such a treasure!!!! And a much better conclusion than my half baked idea lmao (like literally all I had planned was T/ori finds out/witnesses it this time. But I had NO PLAN on how to actually go through with it, much less deal with the other characters so really this is PERFECT. I honestly wouldn't change anything).

Like if I added anything I guess I could give the h/c with T/ori and B/eck a shot just because the potential awkwardness of what you set up has me so curious lmao. I can only imagine c': Did you have any ideas already in mind for how that was gonna go?

But I'm gonna have to think on it for a bit because my brain is like, just pure mush right now from absorbing all this awesomeness lol, seriously I'm gonna reread this SO MANY TIMES 👀👌

I really don't know what to do with it later as far as posting goes tbh, I'll have to read up on how tumblr submissions work before I touch it~ :0c Although if it's possible to copy-paste, would you maybe be okay with me uploading it as the Official Second Chapter of the fic on AO3? With full credit to you of course! (I could just mention an anon wrote it, or since you already made this throwaway tumblr I could link back to that?)

If you're not alright with that by all means tell me and I won't, and it can just stay in my inbox or something! But even if I wasn't biased about this fic I can genuinely say it's very enjoyable and should be preserved! 💛

[toomanyfamdom]

Not all love is physical

Messages for a special girl on a special day. @dannixy

To my chaos twin, 

When I first started on Tumblr, I thought, ‘no one is going to want to talk to me or like me. Shoot why did I do this?’. And that happened for the first few weeks I started. Those weeks were hard, I guess. I followed literally everyone and mostly posted for my own enjoyment. Then, you posted. You posted about some group chat with writers and to not be afraid to ask to join. Me being the lonely sap I was, I took a leap of faith and sent you my username. When the group chat was first formed, I was so scared. You all were so confidant and lovely, and just amazing people that I couldn’t believe were real. I never thought I could live up to the level that everyone set by their writing and personalities. Then I started talking to you, Danni. I have no idea what it was about, all I know is that we clicked. Something told me that you (and everyone else xx) were special and that I could always count on you. And from then on, I knew we were going to be good friends, maybe even family. You made it so easy and comfortable to just let go and be myself. You made me not worry what others thought of me and to just enjoy writing and not compare it to other works. I have only known you and the family for a short period of time, but honestly, it feels like we’ve been together for years. When I was having just an awful day you stepped up, and took control and calmed me down. Not even looking back once and basically dropped everything to help me, and that is truly amazing. I have never met you, which is obvious, but you have a heart of gold. You’re loyal, honest, funny, caring, beautiful, chaotic, a bean, supportive (ahem, POLE), and just anything one could ever wish for. I hope you know how amazing you are. You are my chaotic twin. I love causing trouble with you, ticking off mom (love ya mom xx)(FOR THE POLE FOR THE POLE FOR THE POLE), converting people to our ways (...you know who you are), yelling at random things, bullying each other (stop messing with my spelling man), and just talking nonstop. I know I can always be honest with you and I can definitely be insane with you. 

I heard this song the other day, and I couldn’t help but think of you and the family. Particularly, one lyric. Which was:

“But if only you could see yourself in my eyes. You'd see you shine, you shine”

In everyone’s eyes, and especially mine, you are extraordinary. Don’t you ever forget that, love. 

Happy birthday, you beautiful soul.

All my love, Ayla

Xx @all-my-love-cathy

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Hey you little bean it’s your birthday and I just wanna say how incredibly proud I am of you. You’re like a little sister to me and I couldn't ask for a better person to be called idiot by x

You're always here for me and I know that I can count on you whenever and wherever. I just want you to know how much I appreciate that and love you for that!

You're one incredibly talented, strong, independent and smart gal and I am so so SO proud of you and of the person you’ve become. You might be way younger than me but I believe that there's so much I can learn from you.

Never change!!! (except maybe cut down the gay disaster, but i mean we working on that)

I hope you have the bestestestestetest of days.

All the love and hugs in the universe, you deserve it!!!

Your idiot xx @sarahzarahh

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To Danni, my precious little chaotic bean noodle who I love with all my heart.

So, this is a surprise I’m hoping. I know I once talked about this with Ayla, your fabulous twin, in front of you. But I’m not sure if you thought we were serious. Mom is serious. Dead serious. And it is because I you. I know things haven’t been the easiest, especially these past few weeks. But I want you to know just how amazing you are, as a creator, a TIEF, a writer, a queen, a sister, a bean, a daughter, a friend, and overall a lovely person. Danni, you were the one who asked me to join the group chat, and I have never been happier in my life. You have this amazing way of being able to make others comfortable and elicit the most hilarious and random jokes out of us. You never fail to cheer me up, especially when I am a bi disaster. Or when I am stuck in sad bi hours. And you have proved to me that calling someone an idiot can be affectionate. Even when you and Ayla team up on me (still not buying her a pole btw.) I can’t stop smiling. You add this chaotic and funny spice to my life and I shall eternally love you for that (but please don’t choke on a smartie). You know how to get me motivated and when to joke with me. And you have hilarious reactions to my jokes (I swear you are not actually a disappointment, I love youuuu. [but no pole] ) And you are such an amazing artist, like :0 (you were right, my eye did stop burning.) You are so special and I wish you could see just how much you mean to me. I never made friends who I felt so close with online before! (#I HATE TIME ZONES) And I’m not just complimenting you because it’s your birthday or because I am a hype mom. Danni, I mean it when I say you have impacted me so much. Look, I know I’m a lot, with my zillion ideas, huge word counts, and never ending list of puns, pick up lines, and stories of me being a flailing idiot, but you never once made me feel anything less than loved. So that’s what I want you to feel, always loved. Know that the fam and I will always have your back. You are such a beautiful girl and talented writer who has changed my life and not only helped me find new friends, but a family. Never forget that you have an amazing gift, an ability to make those around you smile. Happy Birthday to one of the Anne Boleyns in the group (even if you deny it), and to the best chaotic bean noodle in the world. I love you Danni. 💚💙💚💙

(P.S. I’m on Newspaper so you know I only spread the truth. :D ;3 )

XO my chaos child, you truly are one of a kind, no category.

Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you. Love you.

- Maddy the bi disaster hype mom who writes way too much. <3 @thenameisnoone

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Hey Danni! I know I didn’t write as much as the rest but your a beautiful writer! Whenever I check the Parrlyn tag and see that you’ve posted I immediately stop what I’m doing and read the masterpiece! You were one of the first people who spoke to me on Instagram and I couldn’t be more thankful for you doing that! I hope you have the best birthday and stay chaotic!!!! x @politics-notmything

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Danni, 

Hey babes! Keeping this short and sweet. Thanks for making me feel more ancient than I already do, but another year older, another year hopefully wiser. You have been nothing but lovely and wonderful in the short amount of time that I have known you and I am so grateful that I can call you my friend. Have an absolutely wonderful birthday, Danni, and here’s to many, many more! Sending you all the love and light. 

x Allie @little-bit-lost-and-found

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Danni,

I'm not sure what I can say that hasn’t been said already. So I guess I just want to say thank you. I was so anxious when you first added me to the group chat but now I'm so incredibly happy that I took that leap of faith and met this most incredibly family, so thank you for making the chat. Thank you for calling with me all any time (sometimes for over 2 hours), for making sausages with me, for being the test run with my parents, for editing that essay for me (I still ended up crying but itS OKAY), for putting up with me, for listening to my shit, for comforting me, for you (and Ayla) converting (read: corrupting) me, for being a true TIEF and for just being the most amazing friend, sister and person. I hope your day is awesome an you get royally spoilt. I hope this next year is a good one for you and many good things come your way. May you find good relationships, platonic or otherwise and may you be very happy. I LOVE YOU SM WTF

~ your baby-but-not-actually-younger sister, Hannah xx

[not-a-perfect-metaphor]

J2-isms-

-Even more. I am so sorry. I cannot control myself. Zero self control. There is no excuse for how long this is.

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1. (have I posted this recently? I can’t remember. I don’t think so, but either way...)

Kim M: “You guys were dismissed but you didn’t go away.”

Jared: “We were dismissed but we didn’t go away. One of the few days I’d actually stuck around on set after we’d been wrapped.”

Kim: “All day.”

Jared: “All day.”

Kim: “We won’t go into details-”

Jared: “Into the night!”

*Jensen chuckles*

***

Jared: “(...)And I applied it every night before we went to sleep.”

Jensen: “Little kiss on the forehead and off to bed.”

Kim M.: “Little….going too deep, boys.”

Jensen: “Oh…right.”

^ hooo boy! This was quite something, wasn’t it?

2. Jared: “At the end of a hard day he’s like ‘let me buy you dinner,’ because food is the way to my heart.”

Okay, and then that reminded me of:

Jared: “We went to Ginos.”

Jensen: “And wrote our names on the wall.”

Jared: “I wrote ‘I love Jensen.’”

3. When Jared was asked if he missed Jensen (while the two were separated) and Jared responded that of course he did and that he had just spent an hour on the phone with Jensen and that they texted all the time.

^ I love that instead of just saying yes, he really REALLY said yes!

4. Jensen: “It’s been like that from day one. You know, he and I, we just…there was just this instant…” *fades off*

5. Jensen (about Jared): “I’d jump in front of a bullet for him any day and never think twice.”

^ how could I not post that one??

6. Jason (on what Jensen first said about Jared to him): “I remember when he booked the show and he was like, ‘Man I got it. This might be the one that changes everything,’ and he was like, ‘I gotta tell ya…the guy I’m doing it with is a badass. He’s taller than me. He’s really smart and he’s really cool.’”

Meanwhile, Jared is listening, and he’s all like:

7. (as overshared as this one is, I don’t even care. I’m doing it anyway)

Jared: “I think the reason Jensen and I got along so well was because we didn’t really go about bonding. It didn’t feel like a blind date. It felt like we were continuing a relationship. There’s no rhyme or reason to what happened.”

8. Jensen: “We always find ourselves choosing to be together.”

9. Jensen (about Jared): “We were made for each other.”

^ I don’t care how many times I see this one. It will always be 1,000 too few times.

10. Jensen: “I’m a Sam girl.”

^ adorable

11. Jensen: “When Jared and I fist bump, we don’t need to say anything.”

^ this one was fairly recent, and you know what it reminds me of?? Of course??

^ Jensen has said that his private little way of saying “I love you” to his ‘wife’ husband is a brief touch with his pointer finger. And oh looky look. Here is a lovely example of that! Also, why would he really need a private way of saying “I love you” to his wife? I mean sure, a person might want that, but heck...the alternative here sure makes a LOT more sense. Plus, it’s very unlikely he’d do something he came up with as an intimate means of communicating with his spouse with someone who wasn’t his spouse...

12. Jensen (after Jared talked about Jensen doing “a lot” to help him get through a recent rough patch): “And he does the same for me. That’s one of the things that’s built this very trusting relationship over the past thirteen years.”

^ nope. I can’t. Too much to say. Although this one also popped into my head:

Jensen: “Jared and I have been trusting each other for years.”

13. Okay but remember when Jared called Jensen a DILF? Hehe. That deserved its own number.

14. (on their truly remarkable interconnectedness)

Jensen (to Jared in amazement): “I was just thinking that in my head, I swear to you.”

Jared: “I know you were.”

15. Jensen (to Jared): “You are a teacher. I learn from you daily.”

^ I mean, again...not crying or anything...

16. Jensen: “It’s he and I…all day, all night.”

^ necessary

17. Jensen: “There’s a shorthand between he and I…that we don’t even have to look each other, we don’t have to say anything…”

18. Jared: “I love…” *thinks*

Jensen: “Me!”

Which reminded me of:

Jensen: “I just got like 450 hugs.”

Jared: “Yeah, from me!”

19. Jensen (on his relationship with Jared): “It allows us to create and work hard. It allows us to love. I’m very thankful I have that with someone else.”

^ what love should be

20. This:

21. Jensen (on a time he and Jared had to take separate vehicles for a long ride back to set): “We still went together. It was a convoy. I’m not gonna lie.”

Jared: “With the walkie-talkies.”

Jensen: “We had walkie-talkies.”

^ codependent (in the best possible way) husbandry

22. Jensen: “I almost packed up acting a couple of times.”

Fan: “Glad you didn’t!”

Jensen: “Thank you, me too.”

Jared (emotionally): “Me three.”

*hugs Jensen*

23. Jensen (tugging Jared’s beanie off in front of the camera): “Let them see the beautiful hair, let them see it.”

^ so we all have seen this one a zillion times. Ehhh. It’s worth it.

24. This hardly counts as a J2-ism, but I realized that in the post where I mentioned this marathon, I forgot to also mention that the following picture was the one used (hearts and all) by Seattle Marathon to front the event:

^ I mean...what more is there to say really?

25. I will leave us off on this note. When a fan asked J2 about things their wives do that annoy them, they answered the question (with some ‘asides’ that I will surely bring up in a future post), but the absolute best part was when Jensen segwayed into discussing the fact that Jared takes out his gum and sticks it to the counter when he comes into Jensen’s trailer to put it back in his mouth again when he leaves. And, as has been pointed out many a time by many a person, why exactly would Jared need to take his gum out for the expanse of time he’s in Jensen’s trailer? Cough*making-out*coughcough

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Lou/Kim Hosung Astrology: How He Loves

OML he’s so precious i wanna squish his cheekies

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Let’s talk tall boi

okay so his big 3 by our best estimation is Aries Rising, Sagittarius sun and Taurus moon, 2 fire and an earth

His chart lean is pretty evenly split between fire and earth, with one more earth and one air. no water whatsoever

that’s notable because water is the emotional element, so that suggests he isn’t prone to big emotional driven actions

we will get into that more as we go 

it’s just something that sets the tone of his chart

also his perfect split between mutable and cardinal suggests he can take the lead or be incredibly adaptable

so he actually seems very chill just looking at those facts 

for the romance-y stuff lessgo

Aries are confident go-getters, so he will seem pretty sure of himself in all situations

whatever he does he puts his WHOLE DAMN ASS INTO IT

we do not half ass anything in this house we whole ass it

can be a little brash, but his moon will help stop that from being too prominent since Taurus is basically the slowest moving most careful earth sign. 

since Aries is a cardinal sign though, he may seem a little intense and take charge in situations where others don’t seem to have their stuff together

Sun in Sagittarius, he is adventurous, lacks fear, and longs for intellectual insights, like he will ask you so many questions and fire back anything he thinks fits his own life

is really interesting to converse with

probably really laid back but still willing to talk to anyone

the kind of person who could make friends anywhere and with anyone

probably super curious and less cautious than he should be 

Taurus moon is affectionate but a bit shy and likes things to be very familiar

they are generally uncomfortable with change so his sun is a great balance to push him into more outgoing settings and to try new things

even if his moon will be a little filled with butterflies 

aw im soft

since your moons is the depth of your feelings he is steadfast and intentional

slow moving but once he has chosen for himself it is his focus

he will be a steady and reliable partner, but still be fun and spontaneous since his sun is so fiery. 

honestly looking through this chart I’m like he would be anyone's coolest best friend and just vibe in the most interesting way what a neat person?? where do i get one ???

let’s translate these and his other signs into a relationship starting with 

FLUFF

listen Sagittarius is the peter pan right? 

he doesn't WANNA grow up 

he wants to experience life and DO THINGS

but his Taurus moon will probably make him shy away even though his heart is BURSTING OKAY

Taurus is also one of the more artistic minded and sensual signs 

so he is creative and romantic and probably loves a cheesy rom com with cuddles

you may have to encourage his courageous side when emotions hit but you may have to chill him out where danger is involved

since his Mercury is Capricorn which is the cardinal of earth he will be really smart about his communication

so he will think things out well and be incredibly clever and quick witted

it suggests his humor is a bit sarcastic and savage and honestly 

like i consider Cap the most ‘millennial’ humor 

as in sarcasm and self deprecation 

but since that Aries stands proud he will probably still simultaneously know he’s pretty fantastic

like he knows he is awesome but also judges himself really hard probably

Venus in Sagittarius so this is interesting

of the fire signs it’s kind of more reserved romantically

Has REALLY high standards when it comes to what he wants in a relationship and intends for them to be met

not like how you look or sound or whatever

but will not tolerate disrespect of degradation on either side

has a lot of pride in keeping his relationships solid and communicative

an enthusiastic speaker, once he has set you as a comfortable person to communicate with he will lean into that and probably has a zillion incredibly interesting things he has pondered over about life and love that he wants to have deep conversations about

he would be the coolest to have talks about really relative things

might need some pushing if you want to discuss emotions 

that Taurus moon will win out only if you nourish and validate his feelings

so if you meet and he likes you somewhere a long the line, it will be a push and pull between Sagittarius wanting to love everyone and Taurus wanting to be sure of someone

the philosopher mind of a Sagittarius will draw him to you platonically and if you are affectionate, steady and warm his Taurus will basically flop down like a huge dog and beg for pats-metaphorically

His venus suggests that he would love to entice you with his wit, his spontaneity and his laughs,

He knows he is charming and full of life and he will use it against you 

and probably tease the ever living shit out of you for it

say he is cracking jokes or being adorable and you stare at him fondly, or giggle at a joke

he will be playful back

expect him to call you out

he is going to say something like “Oh I know I am beautiful but you’ll wear my face out staring like that.” with a wink

honestly a little shit sometimes wtf

doesn’t get jealous and doesn’t tolerate jealousy

so if you start as friends it will be this seamless fit into his friend group and he won’t even care if Ziu lays all over you or whatever

it won’t even seem abnormal to him even if he likes you

in fact he will probably just join the cuddle huddle or make sarcastic jokes about it

Sagittarius venus love fun and new experiences but they are not about to enjoy a shallow relationship

expect him to solidify boundaries and ask you out officially pretty quickly 

They are not a flighty sign even though they are a bit in the clouds sometimes 

the love an intense and passionate love and will not settle for less

Get you those healthy boundaries Lou

so i imagine as adventurous but thoughtful as his blend of signs is, especially with a Virgo Mars

he is going to think of the most interesting and sincere way to ask you out

maybe plan a day trip somewhere special

idk a hike or the beach or something 

and after he’s spent the entire day building memories with you 

he will ask you if you want to keep making these memories

maybe show you a little album on his phone of the selfies he’s taken with you for the last few months

wow soft and cute i love it 

and if you say yes he is going to start by being like oh yeah okay cool

then he will walk a few steps away and turn his back and start freaking out about how happy he is

a bouncy giggle mess over there and you’re like.... are you okay

he’s like.... *cough* yes I am FINE

sure you are

his north nodes is Libra so he is likely to need you around as he accomplishes goals

basically he wants to experience life with you and not separate from you and will work to make sure those goals align with each other

probably neither against nor particularly for public displays of affection

it will matter most to him that you are there with him, and if you want to add affection into it he won’t be opposed

but expect snark

“If you need to hold on to me you can.”

I also see him as the type to fall asleep on you during movies and really relish if he wakes up still in your arms

really low key affection is his thing

probably writes i love you on your leg with his finger when you are in the car or around people but he doesn’t wanna shout it out

likes to put his chin on your head and kiss the top of your head so gently

gently cups the side of your face and stares into your eyes all dreamy 

HAND KISSES

so cute I’m soft 

soft hours are closing

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must he do this I’m scared

WOOOP 

spicy talk 

INTENSE

playful but intesnse

Sagittarius are exploratory signs  so that will probably make it into the bedroom ngl

like they like new experiences

so he is going to be learning things and sitting you down to talk about hard yes’s and no’s

we stan healthy communcation

maybe a little switchy?

I think he prefers to be in charge of your pleasure but I think he would be down to try laying back and letting you take the reins

to be honest he seems like he would really be into blindfolding ?

like blindfold him and tell him he has to make you cum but he has to do it with just his hands

jfc those hands i think you’ll be okay

lives for excitement and trust in a relationship

it has to go both ways, the Taurus moon demands it

he wants you to trust him with your whole being and he will give that in return

he wants you to be greedy with your own pleasure

“Touch yourself for me baby, I wanna see you”

looks at you like a work of art he wants to paint with his hands and tongue and cum

probably nasty but in the absolute most intimate way

hey you know what he sounds like saying give me more already I expect that’s what you hear after your third orgasm sorry I don’t make the rules

with a Virgo mars (his actions) mixed with so much Sagittarius expect him to treat you like his own personal experiment

really wants you to be as vocal about it as he is 

communicate what you like and don’t

wants you to ride him so he can watch you and comment on how beautiful you are

“you want me to fuck you hard you have to earn it.”

teasing little shit i stg

the Taurus makes me think he is kind of really intimate about it all

the kind of guy who might spank you , but will massage it gently after, 

holds onto the back of your neck and pulls you into his thrusts 

probably furrows his brow in concentration

and he has this like.. excitable side with all this fire energy that makes me feel like he gets really energetic about the whole ordeal

like he is SO AMAZED you are letting him touch you that he just kinda 

implodes

probably makes the softest little groans when you run your nails down his chest

wants to be marked in places no one else can see

doesn’t think of it as ownership or “marking” in  a traditional way

thinks of it as little reminders on his skin for only you two to know about 

that’s kinda beautiful tbh 

aftercare is probably haphazard but it will involve a lot of touching,

like none of his signs are particularly care-taker-ey 

but he will be sure you get lots of affection after more intense sessions so  you feel loved and protected

probably kisses your face all over and pulls you into an embrace

mumbles about your future together as you fall asleep 

it’s really cute aw

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