#minutes later he went CRONCH

[safyresky]

Baby. Boy. Baby

[blackroseraven]

We have some jennies are the barn for some reason. I do not know why there are donkadonks there but I always like donkeys, especially jennies.

It was pretty humid this evening, but Quattro was happy to get himself running. Unfortunately, I cronched one of my own balls and knocked the wind out of myself and we weren't able to ride. Quite as much as I had hoped.

A rare and costly miscalculation.

But uh. Quattro was happy, and that's what matters. Got him to touch the cone afterwards, and then we went in. Girl gave me beady eyes as she was leading Daydreamer outside because Quattro was tromping along ahead of me without a halter or anything.

then um not five minutes later Daydreamer chucked her off, ran through the gate and into the barn, and I ended up having to calm him down and fetch him.

yep.

Like I know I seem like an idiot most of the time but, like, I'm responsible for myself. I recognize what can happen. I pay attention to myself and my horse, even when I look like I'm just being a daft idiot floating along, I'm always worried about this or that going wrong. I extend Quattro trust because I feel confident in what he's going to do and how he's going to behave.

But you have to keep your eyes on yourself, what you are doing, and not what other people are doing. Let people do their own thing and be responsible for themselves, and you be responsible for yourself so you don't end up unable to look someone in the eye when they bring your horse back to you.

It's a hard lesson to learn, but a really important one. First we have to take care of ourselves, and then we can worry about each other.

[eykidswantsomefanfiction]

Goodnight

(Artist!Kei Tsukishima x Assistant!Lazy!Male!Reader)

Y/n didn’t expect for his boss to be so uptight and strict on perfection. He only took the job because his two other jobs he has aren’t enough. A friend had suggested the opening and Y/n took it as fast as he could. Looks like that one art class he took a few months ago was worth it…

(i thought this was a interesting idea...meh)

~

Y/n woke up with his alarm screaming in his ears. Opening his eyes slowly, e/c orbs trailed to the alarm clock on the bedside table. With a slow raise of his arm, he silenced the annoying clock. A few seconds passed by as Y/n lay there, breathing in the scent of his room, hoping that it could wake him up a little. Alas it did not and the h/c grumbled before sitting up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed.

Scratching his head sleepily, Y/n ambled to his bathroom to wash up. The lights in the bathroom flickered on and Y/n examined himself in the mirror. Smiling a little bit, Y/n shot finger guns to himself in the mirror before getting back to work.

Making a quick breakfast that consisted of a healthy portion of lucky charms and milk that’s almost expired, Y/n grabbed his keys, his phone, and his backpack full of snacks, knowing that his boss will probably yell at him for leaving for a snack break and set off to his job.

Holding his phone closely to his face, Y/n grumbled at the tight space on the subway. The h/c let out an ‘Ack!’ as an elbow was shoved into his side. Sighing tiredly, Y/n wished how he could just win the lottery and buy his own private jet to go to work. Actually with the money he won’t even need the job. Then again, he would probably spend it all fast, so he’ll keep his job...

Y/n absently scratched his cheek and opened up his messages. Just as he was about to click on the notification, another message came through.

“Hurry up.” Was all it said. Y/n clicked a few times on his phone and looked at the earlier message that was sent to him. “Wake up.” Jeez, maybe this guy could be a poet instead instead of an artist. Very moving words, Y/n thinks.

~

The door to the studio was heard opening up and the h/c let himself in without needing to ask. Setting his bag down at his desk, Y/n let himself sit down and decided to close his eyes for a little bit.

Just a few minutes later he heard a pair of footsteps enter the studio from a different room that’s connected to said studio.

“Finally, took you long enough.” Tsukishima said.

Y/n moaned as if he’s a zombie and sat up slowly. “C’mon boss, don’t be like that.” Shooting Tsukishima a pout, the blonde rolled his eyes.

“We have work to get to, I have a piece to finish.”

Throughout the day, Y/n would sluggishly hand Tsukishima his brushes and paints. The blonde had ignored the tiredness and sleepiness apparent in his employees eyes, though kept that information in the back of his head. 

“I need more of the purple.” Tsukishima said, holding up his pallet towards the h/c. Feeling the weight of the paint being added, Tsukishima took back his pallet and continued to intensely paint in silence. There were certain times when the h/c didn’t need to do other things and instead sat next to the artist, occasionally helping when asked for assistance. These were Y/n favorites times as Y/n doesn’t have to hear Tsukishima’s yelling, instead the blonde would just politely ask him for the tools as he’s too focused on his work.

“Give me more grey.” Well, sometimes he’s polite. Y/n quietly added more paint to his pallet, watching him add the tiniest bit of the grey that won’t even be visible from about two feet away when it’s displayed. Yawning, Y/n pulled out a small bag of chips and crunches away, keeping one hand clean to still help the focused artist.

Y/n just barely missed the twitch of the blondes eyes and smiled lazily, deciding to continue his crOnch of chips. Tsukishima rolled his eyes and went to put his headphones on.

They both worked in silence, well, except that it wasn’t silent and only one was actually doing work.

Tsukishima asked for a paintbrush, but received no paintbrush on his hand. His eye twitched and he sighed. Turning to look at the h/c, Tsukishima was greeted with the sight of a sleeping Y/n slumped in his chair, his empty bag of chips resting in his lap.

Watching him for a few seconds, Tsukishima decides to call it a night, as the sun had already set long ago. Tsukishima sat up and stretched his limbs, feeling his stiff bones happily yell in delight as they finally moved. Silently packing away his supplies, Tsukishima looked back at the sleeping Y/n. That chair must be uncomfortable to sleep on....

It was then that the blonde took a close look at Y/n’s face. Dark circles littered underneath Y/n’s eyes and the h/c himself looked at peace, so relaxed....well, he’s always relaxed but the h/c looked even more relaxed like this. As relaxed as someone could when sleeping in chair. A blissful smile rested on Y/n’s lip and along with the small snores that flew out. The h/c did seem very tired and drained today...had...had he not gotten much rest lately?

Tsukishima hesitantly stood there. Usually he would wake up his assistant, but today felt different. Tsukishima is aware that the h/c worked himself to death, but today, Tsukishima really got a look at the outcome that came with it.

Biting his lip, the blonde decided that he probably shouldn’t wake up his assistant. The h/c’s apartment is farther than his own right? So maybe Y/n wouldn’t mind if he stayed at his bosses apartment right? It’s also dangerous to go home alone at this hour, half asleep. Tsukishima looked back at Y/n, at his blissful smile, and decided that he won’t wake him up.

~

Y/n felt his arm being wrapped around something....and he’s standing too. Oh wait, he’s leaning forward, but he’s also leaning on something warm. There’s something grabbing his legs, they’re lifting them up....now they’re wrapped around something, probably the same object that he’s leaning onto. He grumbled and buried his face into the warm object, wiping away his saliva on the object. A pair of arms tightened around his legs, and he decided to tighten his arms around the object he’s holding onto as well.

He felt the calming rhythms of bumps, and footsteps walking. A door opened and then he felt the nice cool air on his face. Y/n shivered a little. Not even a second passed before he felt himself sleep again.

~

Tsukishima wiped off his sweat and looked at the sleeping h/c on his couch. He doesn’t have a guest room, so the h/c has to sleep on the couch for now.

Tsukishima walked past his kitchen, deciding he’s not hungry. He went and showered, then did his usual nightly routine. Coming back into the living room, he hesitated once again as the blonde felt conflicted. He doesn’t want Y/n to sleep on the couch the whole night, but he doesn’t have an extra bed except for his own.

“Tch,” Tsukishima said and lifted the still snoring h/c in his arms. “You better be grateful tomorrow...” Tsukishima muttered to himself and carried Y/n into his own room. There, Tsukishima peeled away some layers of Y/n’s clothing so it’s more comfortable, then tucked him comfortably into bed.

Y/n immediately curled in the blankets, and if Tsukishima wasn’t so observant, he would have missed the male in his bed take in a deep breath, nose stuffed in the blankets. Then, Y/n raised his head, half lidded eyes staring right at him. Tsukishima panicked for a moment for waking up Y/n, but calmed down when he noticed the h/c’s glazed eyes. Seems like he’s barely holding onto consciousness. 

“....Goodnight Tsukki..” Y/n sleepily mumbled, then immediately went back to sleep, flopping down on his bed.

He stared at the h/c as he slept in his bed peacefully, and can finally feel his muscles relax. Letting out just the tiniest of smiles, Tsukishima risked it and ducked down towards Y/n’s face, letting his lips just barely graze the h/c’s forehead.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

~

tsukki just likes to kiss his homies goodnight....right?

[stories-sometimes]

I’ve Made A Huge Mistake {9/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap, smut

Word Count: 1565

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Beck was fuming, he’d actually liked Peter, but he was too focused on his plan. Nothing was going to get in his way. He stormed back into the hotel room. She’d be heartbroken when she found out, he hadn’t anticipated that and now had to rewrite much of his meticulous plan. 

“Hey, what’s happened?” She asked as he slammed the door behind him. He froze, trying to think of a plausible excuse outside of ‘I just killed your best friend’.

“There’s another.” He lied.

“What?”

“There’s another elemental, in London”

“I thought the one in Prague was the final one, you said that was the last one.”

“It was the last one on my planet, it was the one that destroyed my home. I didn’t get a chance to see it.” Beck replied, fuelling all his current anger into this bullshit story. 

“We should call Peter, you’ll need his help.” He clenched his jaw at the mention of the younger man. “I can’t get through to him, but you should try.”

“We don’t need to call him, he’s going back to New York.”

“He’ll come back straight away.” She tried to reason.

“Just forget about him.” Beck snapped, grabbing her upper arm and pushing her against the wall. She gasped in shock. This pushed Beck out of his head, switching back into the persona he’d so carefully formed. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed about another elemental.” He whispered, trailing his hands down from her arm to her waist. “I can’t lose you again.” Beck faked a sob. And just as he’d hoped, her sympathetic side came out, reaching her hand out to the top of his neck, soothingly stroking over the base of his scalp.

“Don’t worry, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face.

“Promise me.” He pleaded convincingly. Part of him was being honest, as much as she was another part of his plan, but he was growing accustomed to having her around. He looked forward to seeing her, she brought a certain sense of comfort with her. Gently, Beck ran his finger along her bottom lip.

“I promise, relax.” She reassured him. Still, he looked worried. “I can help you relax.” She suggested.

“Oh really, how are you gonna do that?” Gently, Beck ran his thumb along her bottom lip, dragging it down. She took it in her mouth, sucking on it gently, maintaining eye contact with Beck. “That all you gonna do?” He teased, she playfully hit him in the chest in response.

“Give me a second.” She said before dropping to her knees, slowly unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans and dragging them down. His dick, already hard, slapped against his stomach. She darted her tongue, tracing it over his head. She took his dick in her mouth, slowly moving forward. Instantly, he weaved his hands into her hair, guiding her further down. He groaned as he heard her gag. When she pushed her hands on his thighs he let her off. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” She nodded, catching her breathe, “Sorry, I don’t really know what to do.”

“Hey, don’t apologise. You have done this before.”

“Kinda, he came as soon as I put my mouth on him, so I don’t really think it counts.”

“You want me to guide you through it?”

“Yes sir.” She looked up at him pleadingly, her face far too innocent for what she was about to do. Just how Beck liked it.

“Open your mouth,” She obeyed immediately, “Relax your throat, and let me do the work.” He pushed back into her mouth, letting out a loud moan. “That’s good baby.” He felt her moan around him at the praise. “You like that, hearing me tell you how good you feel. How fucking gorgeous you look wrapped around my cock.” He relished in the control he had over her. Quickly, he began to thrust harder, getting deeper. He kept his hands on her head, moving her as he wished. The pressure built up as he made her gag again, watching the tears threaten to spill from her eyes. “Breathe through your nose, relax baby.” Soon, he came with a groan, holding her in place. 

“How was that?” She said once she had swallowed, her voice slightly hoarse.

“Jesus Christ, you so fucking amazing.” He helped her back up to her feet. “You look so beautiful right now.” He took in her now dishevelled appearance, messy hair, swollen lips and a tear in her eye, all because of him. He could definitely get used to it.

“Did it help sir?” She asked.

“Absolutely, and as much as I’d love to carry this on, we need to get to London.”

A few hours later they pulled up to a hotel in London. Their bags were taken up to the room.

“What’s wrong?” Beck asked when he heard her groan.

“Nothing, it’s just none of my texts are going through to any of my friends.” She complained.

“It’s probably just no signal in a new country."

“You go unpack,” He instructed, “I need to scope out the area for when the elemental attacks. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”

“Good luck.” She replied, leaning up to give him a quick kiss. The room was just as upscale as the others, Beck was clearly getting used to the high-life, booking another five-star hotel. Everything went smoothly as she pulled out their possessions, moving them to wardrobes and draws. That was until she picked up his suit. Curiosity got the better of her and she inspected it, admiring it up close. She traced her finger over the scale-like design of the sleeve. When she got to the wrist, she felt a metal object under the fabric. She flipped the sleeve inside out to get a closer look. There was a thin piece of technology, sending a flash of recognition through her brain. She examined it further, praying it wasn’t what she thought it was. An overwhelming sick feeling rose through her. 

“I’ve made a huge mistake.”

She rushed to her phone, calling Peter urgently. When it went to voicemail she tried MJ, then Ned, then anyone who might have any contact with Peter. No call went through. She ran out of the hotel room, down to the payphones in the lobby. Once again she called Peter, who once again, didn’t pick up. So she tried MJ again.

“Hello.” She heard MJ, the other girl’s voice soothing her panic slightly.

“MJ, are you with Peter?”

“Oh god, are you okay? Please tell me you’re safe.”

“I need to talk to Peter.” She repeated.

“He went to Berlin, he went to find you. Look, I know Peter is Spiderman, and Beck’s lying, I need to know if you are safe.”

“I don’t know, he’s out. But I found this illusion tech in his suit.”

“Yeah, he’s been using that to create the elementals, and drones to destroy the cities.” MJ explained.

“I think he used to work for Stark Industries.”

“What?”

“I’ve seen this tech before, I’ve used it. I’d tag along with Peter to Tony’s lab a few times, and there was one time I was running tests on how a prosthetic I designed would work. Tony let me use the illusion tech. And I remember him ranting about the unstable guy who made it, wasted potential, all that. It was the exact same technology in the suit, being used by some probably unstable liar.

“Holy shit.”

“I don’t know what to do.” She said between heavy, panicked breaths.

“Okay, okay,” MJ tried to think of a plan as rapidly as she could, “You gotta stay calm, pretend everything’s fine. Don’t let Beck know that you know. Don’t make him angry until you’re safe and away from him.”

“I can’t get ahold of Peter.”

“Me neither. But I’ll, I’ll tell Ned, he’ll know who to call. Breath, be careful.”

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“We’re gonna get help.” As soon as the call was over, she went back up to the hotel room, putting the suit away to seem as though she’d never touched it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself back down. When Beck returned she’d managed to relax herself. While her heart was racing 100 miles a minute, and her mind felt as though it was about to implode, she managed to remain calm on the outside.

“Hey, how’d it go?” She asked, accepting him when he leaned down to kiss her.

“As well as it could’ve gone. I know London more, so I should be able to fight off the elemental better.” She watched him lie so effortlessly, angry at herself for falling for it. “But I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

“I just wanna spend time with my girl.” He gently caressed her face. She leaned into his touch, just like she would’ve done before, and smiled shyly, just like she would’ve done before. His hand moved to cup her face fully. “So the real question is what do you wanna do?”

“We can just cuddle, watch a film.” She suggested. Beck nodded, leading her to the plush bed. Once they got comfortable, Beck moved her legs over his, draping his arm over her, pulling her into him. She tried to relax into his touch, act as though everything was completely fine. And it scared the absolute shit out of her.

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[the-hs-etaverse]

My God I love the dynamics between Rose, Kanaya, Vriska, and Terezi

Because Kanaya’s struggling to maintain a veneer of being presentable and functional because she’s just a disaster waiting to happen. And it leaks through, like, she puts orange juice in her cereal. She leaves ten half-read books on her dresser and then starts an eleventh. She writes grocery lists on the back of McDonalds receipts and leaves them in the car. She doesn’t know what shower shoes are. Even Terezi knows what shower shoes are. But Kanaya’s not actually a disaster; she’s the most well-adjusted member of that group. She’s the only one who vacuums. She sets Google Calendar notifications for absolutely everything. She’s well-disciplined.

Rose doesn’t even try, like, she knows she’s a complete and utter disaster on the inside, but nobody can tell. (Except for Kanaya, Vriska, and Terezi) Because she’s just naturally functional. Like, she sets seven alarms on full blast and wakes up twenty minutes before the first one goes off but leaves them all on. So Terezi has to claw her way out of bed, barge into Rose and Kanaya’s room, and slam the off button, and then she collapses on the bed. Then Rose walks out of the shower two minutes later and carries Terezi back to her room. And she gets high marks on all her university assignments but stays up until 3 am, at minimum, every night. Rose is a perfectly-calibrated machine greased with liberal amounts of espresso.

Vriska’s a disaster, but she’s in denial, even though it’s painfully obvious to all who know her that she’s a disaster. She wears a flannel over a T-shirt and has another flannel tied around her waist for no apparent reason. She sets eight alarms and sleeps through all of them. She could sleep through a fire alarm. She HAS slept through a fire alarm. It was the middle of the second year on the meteor, and Vriska fell asleep in the kitchen. Dave wanted to make a baked potato in the microwave, and he set the timer on 8 minutes, AND he forgot to spear the potato first, AND he completely forgot about it. So the smoke alarm went off, among other things. Fifteen minutes later, Gamzee stops by, and he hears “tHiS gOdAwFuL bEePiNg NoIsE”, so he legit rips the smoke alarm out of the wall. Half an hour after that, Kanaya notices that the hallway is filling with smoke. You can probably guess the rest. But at the same time, no matter how much of an on-fire garbage bin she is today, she ALWAYS fixes her hair properly. You’re not fooling anyone, V.

Terezi’s a complete disaster, and she owns it. I mean, what else would you expect from a girl who licks everything she owns? It came to a head with The Saliva Incident of February 16th. Long story short, Terezi is no longer allowed to lick anything not within her room. But she’ll take out her phone in public and lick the screen, and somebody will look at her funny, and she’ll glare at him and pretend that absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened. Oh yeah, and she also consumes raw eggs. With the shell. Like, sometimes she’ll just CRONCH down on an egg. But other times, she’ll crack one into a glass and scrunch the shell up in her hand and just. Drop it in too and drink the whole thing. And everybody’s too weirded out to comment. She doesn’t know if she’d be allowed into the courtrooms after she becomes an actual lawyer.

They’re four different types of disasters, two sets of on-fire garbage bins (one more thinly veiled than the other), and they all share a house. They deserve a sitcom.

[deityofdeception]

Queen of the Yikes

So, after watching “Interview with the Vampire” yesterday, I decided to watch “Queen of the Damned” It was....an adventure. Below the cut is a brief synopsis of my adventure.

Me: *intro credits start* This looks like it was made in 2002.

Is this intro supposed to be Lestat?? (It was)

Why is he (Lestat) like this?

Some randome guy:*Southern Drawl* Vampire

Me,about Lestat: *snorts* He would be a rockstar.

I prefer Tom Cruise's Lestat, but he has the emo look now so I guess this is fine. (It was not fine)

He (Lestat) stole this idea from the Theatre Vampires.

Oh, this (the movie) is bad.

Lestat is such a little shit.

Definitely 2002.

Is it Louis??? (It was not. Louis was nowhere to be seen)

Who is Jesse? Is she supposed to be the replacement Claudia?

I reject that?

*Child tries to eat blood tear*  Me: oh.

They're really playing up to the emo demographic, huh?

Ok. I'm confused.

Jesse is...figuring out...what secret organization? What???

Some  Other Random Dude (Turns out this is David):*Southern? Drawl* Jesse.

*David flips through painting after painting of Marius* Me: Marius also likes attention.

Oooh he old

HE MADE LESTAT

WHAT JOURNAL????

Jesse is in danger.

UCK. Bad French again.

The acting is So Bad.

Why does Marius look like Armand but red and with short hair. (He looks nothing like Armand, in reality)

What are these special effects?(terrible)

Lestat*Dying*Also Lestat: *speaks perfectly*

Lestat: "More." Me: Claudia??? Is that you??

Well, now I know where Lestat got all of his drama from for teaching Louis. (It was Marius)

*Lestat monologuing about wanting to be in the light* Me:Oh. Sad boy. He just wants "friends"

He(Lestat) is making a bad decision.

Called it *Lestat has to kill the violin lady*

Lestat is Louis now.

I am 30 minutes in and this is just Not Good

*Secret door opens*Lestat: "Marius?" Me:.... buddy.

Is this about to be the "original" vampire? (It was. Kind of.)

Me:*Sighs* I don't know what I expected.

Lestat: *bites the statue lady and the stone cronch* Me: EW

Of course, they're Egyptian vampires.

OF COURSE DRINKING FROM THE LIVING STATUE MAKES HIM SPECIAL

Jesse: *Finishes reading  the Journal and has Feelings over Lestat* Me: I can relate.

Oh, God. Pigtail buns. (...no context needed)

Jesse: *walking into coven lair* "I had no choice." Me: You definitely do!

She is in DANGEr

*Jesse, getting "hunted" by both men and women vampires* Me: Aaaaand we're back to homoerotic

Quit being a creep Lestat.

*Panicked hissing as Lestat attacks* Me: me too.

Lestat: That was a very good performance." Me: Ope. Well, that's going in the fic.

Lestat, to Marius:"How'd you make it through the 50's in crushed velvet?"Marius: "I slept" me: HA!

Marius: "I made you. I've always known where you are." Me: Yikes.

*throat of other statue ripped out* me: OH

Of course he thinks he can take on the vampire queen 🙄

The Acting is So BAD

Is her (Akasha’s )power belly dancing???

She just ripped out this guys heart and all of these people just look... vaguely concerned

OH HER POWER IS MUCH WORSE.

there they go. setting things on fire again.

Overconfident Lestat is Overconfident.

JESSE keeps putting herself in DANGER

Jesse: "Boo." Lestat:"Boo Back." Me: Oh, please.

Jesse:*literally asking to be turned by Lestat* Me: JESSE

Lestat: Do you trust me? Jesse: Yes. Me:*snorts* That's a mistake.

*Lestat monologues about the beauty and preciousness of mortality* Me: ah

Jesse: *Drags a pin over her Boob, cutting herself. * Me: EW OW NO

*He (Lestat) almost bites her and then doesn't* Me: Louis is that you???

Lestat growls, but it looks he's just yelling, me:"what"

*Get down with the sickness starts playing* WHAT

There is way too much going on.

Me: *quietly* Oh, no, the lip syncing.

JESSE IS IN DANGER AGAIN

This music is Really Emo

*Weird flying vampire fight starts*Me: *a feeling of general confusion and dismay*

Me: I thought this was about that Queen lady- *vampires start bursting into flames* ah, there she is.

WAIT NOW MY BOY IS IN DANGER

*the two fly off into the sky* me: there they go...

OF COURSE LESTAT IS THE QUEEN'S SPECIAL BOY

nails! The nails.

*During a weird rose petal filled bath tub sex scene* Me: Why do they always go for the nipple???

Me: *about the queen*I swear to God if she kills Lestat I'm going to throw something.

??????????? Two plots??????This doesn't make sense. Jesse's mom is a vampire....but it's not her real mom??

And the sun doesn't kill him because........ (They later explain it's because he drank Akasha's blood, which... I mean, I guess?)

Ope. The queen murdered a lot of people.

Lestat: *has feelings for all the dead people.* Me: "Oh.....he's learning."

.....they are going to kill Lestat.

Akasha (the queen) would HATE the Cullens

This is....really only just barely patched together.

Lestat: *Draining Jesse of her blood* Me: he went for the boob again.

I feel like these people are important in the book but I just do not know what is going on at this point.

Lestat is so proud of his new vampire girlfriend.

Is...is that really how they decided to end the movie??

The End , I guess?

[epiclesbian]

Ndrv3 girls react to you growing a foot fungus

angie: nyahaha~ atua told me that you would, so i grew one too! we’re matching, y/n chan!

maki: no,,, i can cut it off with my onethousand degree knife,,,, do you wanna die

iruma: O OOH GHOHGH H MMMMM *rips your leg of your body*

yumeno: *munch* not anymore

shirogane: w o w ! j u s t l I k e a ni m E !! ! !

kaede: Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on.But that's even worse.The post went live at 11:38 PM on July 16, and a mere 20 minutes later, the Burger King in question was alerted to the rogue employee. At least, I hope he's rogue. How did it happen? Well, the BK employee hadn't removed the Exif data from the uploaded photo, which suggested the culprit was somewhere in Mayfield Heights, Ohio. This was at 11:47. Three minutes later at 11:50, the Burger King branch address was posted with wishes of happy unemployment. 5 minutes later, the news station was contacted by another 4channer. And three minutes later, at 11:58, a link was posted: BK's "Tell us about us" online forum. The foot photo, otherwise known as exhibit A, was attached. Cleveland Scene Magazine contacted the BK in question the next day. When questioned, the breakfast shift manager said "Oh, I know who that is. He's getting fired." Mystery solved, by 4chan. Now we can all go back to eating our fast food in peace.

tenko: **chabashira**

kirumi toujou: hhhhhhhhhhh cronch

[pbandjesse]

I hurt my foot a little at ballet tonight. But I had a good class and a good day. Even got some groceries finally. I slept well last night. Had a weird dream where I had a baby. I don’t want kids right now but I have been thinking about it more and more and I do think I want kids someday. Weird. I got up and had breakfast and tried to get myself together. I was still super pleased about my new rings and wore the silver one. I love love love spinning it and I totally understand why the fidget spinners are pleasing. This is really helping me feel settled. Like I always mess with my jewelry but now it has like a nice vibration and sound and it’s great. I headed to work and went to find Don so I could show him. Since he essentially paid for the class. He thought it was very cool and was excited for me. Camp was alright. Boy heavy classes are rough. They tend to be harder to maintain and our room is fairly small and they are loud. So i felt like we spent a lot of today trying to calm down. And a few of them have some behavior issues. But honestly it was still a good day. It started raining mid morning, not long after I got there, and that I think caused everyone to be running late. Almost no campers until after 9 which is very unusual. I remembered that drawing game where the kids describe a monster to the class and they have to draw it so I spent a good portion of the day making the monster cards. I’m very pleased about that and I should take some pictures because I tried to be very creative. Elin said it was boundless. We went to the college center break. The kids, while absolutly full of energy, only want to play card games or mafia during our breaks. So i watched them play and had my snack. Then when we got back to the room we played a round of the describe a monster game. They really seen to like it and it’s harder then it sounds. I also let the describer pick the winner, whose drawing looks the closest to the card. Its fun. Then we went to the Mia. The sun had come out for a little while. We looked at art with monsters in it. Lots of Asian and some African. The boys were a little distracted but I still think they got something out of it. We did lunch in the library and then took them outside for a sort while. Until it started raining. Then I made them run the full length of the field before we went back inside. Just trying to get the wiggles out. We played with clay and I finished the monster cards. I went on break later in the day which was nice. Went upstairs and found somewhere quiet to read. The day ended with paper airplanes. Once all the kids were gone we made a plan for tomorrow sort of. We might to dioramas so I brought a box of my thesis rooms over to use as examples. Then I was free to go. I went and cut up all my collages so tomorrow I can recollage them. I’m going to sell them this weekend. Hopefully people will want them. I’m going to work on them in the camp classroom. Im hoping I’ll keep the momentum going instead of going home and crashing out like I keep doing. Which is what happened today. I went home and stripped and laid there doing nothing productive for an hour. But I was hungry and I really needed groceries. I packed up my ballet stuff and headed downtown. I went to Chipolte and got tacos which were exceptionally good. Got complimented on my hair. Went to target and tried to get food but mostly got snacks. And fruit. But mostly snacks. Then I still had more then an hour until ballet. So I quickly went home and put away the groceries and went back downtown. I went to marshells and got a really awesome bentobox that is portioned for each food group and I love it. I had been trying to find something like that for weeks so I’m very pleased. The over to ballet. I tried to do Pointe for the whole first half of class but I only made it a little over a half hour of the 45 minutes. I wore tights this time and that really helped with my sliding around but the seam started really hurting and then I sort of cronched my baby toe and I hobbled over to change while everyone was stretching. Marsha my teacher came and checked on me but I was fine once the shoes were off. Try try again. My balance is getting awesome and I can stay up even if it hurts. Class was good but I was really happy to be finished. I was so hot. I quickly biked home and took a bath in cool water and now I’m going to pack up a lunch with my pretty new container and go to sleep. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Be safe.

[connormurphyprinterboy]

Some Insight Into the life of Connor Murphy: A Printer Boy Story(Part Three)

This is a preface of sorts:

The year is 2011

The time is 3:03 PM

It’s a Monday, Mid-August.

School had only been in session for a week and Connor was already done with it. There was no way Connor Murphy, Printer​ Boy, would be getting on that bus today. He didn’t have his sister to tell on him anymore, so he could do as he pleased, as long as he had a good excuse. His phone was dead, he had listened to music all through 3rd and 6th period, plus he forgot to charge it last night. So he couldn’t call, right? He’d just tell his mom that his class got held late and that he missed the bus. That would give him time to walk home at what ever pace he wanted. Connor began walking, and had gotten a few blocks from the school when he noticed a few kids he had seen around school hanging out behind the skating rink. He knew a couple, they were in his grade, but most were older. He must have been staring because he then heard.

“Murphy! What are you doing?”

“I-ummm, I was just walking home” Connor was startled.

One of them approached him. It was Lily. Connor didn’t know what to think about this girl. She was never rude to him, she was just there. She was an acquaintance really. “You wanna hang with us?”  She asked

“I, are you sure? I mean, I guess that would be cool” he stumbled through

She just kind of chuckled.

“Come on, Printer Boy” she would never let that go…And that made Connor uncomfortable, it was almost like she knew.

She led him back to the group of kids. Very few introductions were made. Connor was uncomfortable. He had never been invited to hang out with anyone from school. It was weird. He wanted to leave, but he also didn’t want to seem like a freak. He barely noticed when one of the other kids addressed him.

“Do you smoke, kid?” This weird, mildly intimidating boy asked.

“Umm no. I mean, I never have. We’re to Young to smoke, right?”

The group kind of laughed. Connor blushed. He started weighing his options. He could leave, and go home and deal with his mom, or stay here and do, well whatever they were doing. He decided to stay. At least they weren’t interrogating him as to how his day at school was, MOM. (It was shit in case you were wondering. He doesn’t understand Chemistry, and was nearly last pick in gym(thanks Evan Hansen)) It wasn’t long before he had started talking to the kid beside him. They were cool, and Connor felt mildly included for a minute. He felt someone tap his shoulder, and he looked up. The older kid was handing him something.

“Take a puff kid” That’s how it started. Connor didn’t seek out this coping method. This life found him. And for once Connor was calm. He didn’t feel that darkness overtaking him. He was free. He was…He was okay. If there was one thing Connor hated about drugs, it was the other people. He preferred to be by himself. He had no interest in being one of them. He occasionally would speak to Lily, or the old kid, which Connor learned was named Stephen, but liked to be called Claws, to get a hook up, but otherwise he kept to himself.

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The story starts here:

Now, since we last saw Printer Boy, he had accepted his powers, and had become the neighborhood printer fixer upper. His dad’s friends all found out that he “could fix any printer issue you’ve got” and Larry would pimp it up to the guys. It was the only way Connor got any real attention from his Father, so he would take it with a grain of salt. The Harris’ were about as tech savvy as Connor is a turtle, so he was often over at their house “fixing” their printer. He normally just poked it a few times and it worked. This is when they’d invite his family on skiing trips. He never wanted to go, but his dad always said yes. Ugggggggg. They had a daughter that was a year older than Connor, and a son Zoe’s age. Connor disliked both of them. They were so fake happy all the time. Jessica and Shane. Ugggggggg. Their youngest daughter, Brittney, who was just a toddler, really liked Connor and so he spent most his time “babysitting” her while their moms were off drinking together. This is how he avoided the “wicked slopes”.

On one of these ski trips, the resorts computer messed up as they were checking-in and Larry tried to get Connor to try and fix it, but Connor didn’t know how, and it ended with Connor in a puddle of tears, Zoe and Jessica laughing at him, and Connor’s parents fighting. It had become apparent to Cynthia that Larry was taking advantage of Connor’s gift and she was not about that life.

Connor was no longer sent to the neighbors houses to fix the printers.

The year is 2012

The time is 1:37 PM

It’s early November

Cynthia was on a cleaning kick. It was part of her latest obsession. The flow of the house wasn’t right. She needed to clean and rearranging everything. The “KEEP OUT! that means you, MOM” sign on Connor’s door did not deter Cynthia, and she barged in and began cleaning. For a teenage boy, Connor’s room was fairly clean, much to Cynthia’s delight. However, she did feel the need to move things around. She was moving the dresser when she found a lose board on the floor. “Damn. I’ll have to have Larry take a look at this later” she muttered as she bent over to examine it further. Much to her chagrin, the board came completely off the floor.

Cynthia was shocked. Appalled. Disgusted. How could Connor do this? What reason would he have to be doing this? Had she not been a good mother. Had she failed (spoiler: yes she had), suddenly everything made sense. Connor hadn’t been tired, or “just a growing boy”, or suddenly developed allergies. He was high. This whole time. For over a year and she never realized, or no, she had been in denial. When she attempted to approach Connor about it he nearly shrugged.

“It not a big deal mom.” He said nonchalantly as he went up to his room.

Inside he was panicking. He had become dependent on the drug to sleep. To focus in school. To function. Days when he ran out without realizing were agonizing. He became extremely aggressive, especially towards his sister Zoe, and it would take days to get back on track after that. He always felt so guilty afterwards. This wasn’t how he wanted to be, but it was how it was. He knew things would have to change and soon, because now his mom knew, which means his dad would know. They’d be policing his every move. This may be the one thing they agree on all year. He went to his mom.

“I need help mom. I don’t know what to do, and I need help” he practically begged.

“I know honey, and I’m going to help you” she had responded.

Connor didn’t know that this meant months of rehab-hopping and weekend yoga retreats. None of it helped. Connor knew it wouldn’t. When you let mentally healthy people decide what’s best for the mentally ill, you’ll almost never get results. Connor knew he needed medication. He knew he needed a proper doctor, a good therapist, and he knew his parents could afford it. They just didn’t want it to be true. They thought they could be hush hush about the whole thing and they could still pretend they had a perfect family.

The year is 2013

The time is 10:47PM

It was a February day

Connor was done. Nearly four months. FOUR MONTHS into his mother’s “help” and he couldn’t take it. She was trying to fix the drug problem, not his problem. He wasn’t sleeping. He was tearing himself apart from the inside out. His grades were slipping (not that they were ever great, but in the last year he had done better in school than he ever had). He didn’t want to do anything. He felt even more disconnected from the world than ever before. His dad was yelling at him about his grades regularly. He stopped eating properly, and he was thin already. His parents had stopped his allowance, and carpeted his bedroom (they carpeted the whole upstairs, but Connor knew.)

It was this February day that Connor decided he had to do something for himself.

He created an ad:

Connor became Printer Boy.

He had a goofy, albeit rather snazzy, getup to hide his identity, he didn’t want his parents finding out. He didn’t get a lot of business. Just a few calls a week. Normally pretty easy jobs, but it was enough. He was buying shitty drugs, but they helped. He had to hide it from his parents, but he was sure his mom knew. There was no way she could be that blind anymore. He would sneak out to take a call, and sneak back in with ease. He could climb a tree like it ain’t no thang. Several times he was denied access to the home due to his masked face. He was always cautious about who to reveal his face to. Rarely adults, but most kids he seemed trustworthy, as long as he had never seen them before. He knew he could get more business if he was available during the early evening but he didn’t want to deal with his parents questioning him.

A few notable calls he endured:

•The one time Jared Kleinman called because he had tried to use homemade ink that he crafted from Bathbombs. He was afraid Jared would recognize him, but he was too busy being angsty about “loving the cronch” and “I just wanted a pretty picture of me cronching, made from the cronch”. The printer was fizzing. This was definitely a $15 job, but Jared only had $7, so Connor took what he could get. Connor made a mental note to never step foot in that house again.

•The call to the Beck’s. Connor vaguely knew their middle daughter Alana(they had English together at some point? She was very loud and sometimes pushy but never mean if he remembered correctly). The youngest had jammed the printer really bad. Connor almost cried at the horrid sight. He had come to care for printers. He felt responsible for their health. There were roughly 25 sheets of paper jammed in there. He just sighed and got to work. He had a harder time working with the printers when he was high, but he still hasn’t botched a job yet.

•The time some old ladies’ printer had actually exploded. Like blown a hole in one of their walls. He spent a bit trying to find the printer. It took a little longer that 15 minutes, but the nice ladies gave him cake and tea for his trouble. And a crisp $20 bill. It was Connor’s favorite job ever and he secretly hoped they would have troubles again.

•They time Lily called him. He worried the whole way over that she knew it was him. She never let on. Her printer was easy to fix. Just a small leak with the ink cartridge. Took just a tap of his hand and it was all cleaned up, he just replaced the cartridge and returned to the living room where she was waiting.

“It was an easy fix. $5 please.” He held out his hand

“Yeah, sure thing, Printer Boy” she said with a smirk. She knew. Oh no. This was embarrassing. He was so embarrassed.

“How did you know?!” He asked

“Really? Who else would call themselves Printer Boy?”

“Good point…”

“You look like shit, by the way”

Connor walked towards the door. He didn’t say anything. He needed to get out of there. Lily went to show him out, slipped the money into his hands, and as he walked down the walk towards the street she called out after him.

“Mines dishwashers​!” To be continued… (AN: I intend on this being the 2nd to last part, but there was a lot to explain about how Connor gets from Part Two to DEH, so I kinda made this filler-ish chapter. There will most likely be two more parts. Sorry if it’s no good, I was really kind of lost on the drug part/how to put depression into words)

[stories-sometimes]

I’ve Made A Huge Mistake{10/?}

Peter Parker x Reader, Quentin Beck x Reader

Summary: Peter just wanted to enjoy his trip to Europe, maybe even confess his feelings to his best friends.But along came a mysterious new hero to ruin those plans. Peter and his class are aged up and in college.

Warnings: Violence in later chapters, manipulation, age gap

Word Count: 1673

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Peter awoke, every atom in his body in almost unbearable pain. He felt a patch of dried blood on his cheek and the bruises forming under his eye. No matter how quickly he healed, he’d always go through that moment of agony. He looked down, noticing a bright orange football shirt draped over his torso. He looked around, seeing three other men, all with orange body paint and the Dutch flag painted over them.

“Hi.” The one to his left greeted him.

“Where am I?” Peter asked, still dazed.

“Municipal holding facility.”

“They said they found you unconscious at a train yard. Very dangerous.” Another said.

“We gave you the shirt because you looked a bit cold.” The final explained.

“Thanks,” Peter replied, his consciousness slowly coming back, “You guys are really nice, You speak really good English.” He continued to ramble.

“Welcome to the Netherlands.” They said in unison.

“I’m in the Netherlands, right now?” They all nodded in response, dread quickly filling Peter. “Guard!” Peter shouted, rushing towards the cell’s door.

“The guard’s on a break, properly talking to his wife.”

“Yeah, she’s pregnant.”

“Oh ja, what luck.” Peter wrapped his hand around the padlock, easily breaking it and stepping out of the cell. He left the facility unseen by the guard and made his way to the marketplace outside. He limped his way over to a man by a vegetable stall.

“Excuse me sir, can I borrow your phone.” The man immediately passed it over with a friendly smile, “Thanks, everyone’s so nice here.” He pondered on who to call. Calling her might put her in danger, MJ and Ned wouldn’t be able to do anything with him in the Netherlands, May would just freak out.

“Hi Happy, I messed up, I, I need a ride. Where am I? Um, sir, where am I?” The Dutchman answered, “Could you say that into here?” Peter handed the phone back over.

“Broek op Langedijk.”

“Thank you.” Peter said before walking out of the town centre. There was a vast tulip field a few minutes away, where Peter saw Happy’s jet landing.

“Peter, are you okay?” Happy asked, concerned as he stepped off the jet.

“Wait.” Peter raised his hand, still paranoid about Beck’s illusions. “Tell me something only you’d know.”

“What?”

“Just tell me, please.” He was desperate now.

“Okay,” Happy racked his brain for a second. “Remember when we went to Germany? You pay-for-viewed a video in your room? They didn't list the titles, but I could tell by the price it was an adult film at the front desk. And you didn't know how I knew-”

“Okay, okay, you can stop.” Peter cut him off, feeling heat rush to his cheeks.

“Come on, you need to relax.” Happy instructed once he was stitching Peter up.

“Don't tell me to relax, Happy! how can I relax when I've messed up so bad? I trusted Beck. Right? I thought he was my friend so I gave him the only thing that Mr Stark left behind for me and now he's going to kill my friends and half of Europe.” Peter snapped, “And, and she’s with, doing God knows what. I can’t get a hold of her, so I don’t know if she’s safe or dead in a ditch. She’s trapped with him and I didn’t do anything to stop it. So please don’t tell me to relax.” Peter continued, tears threatening to spill. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t shout. I just feel like I’m letting Mr Stark down. I can’t do it, I’m not Iron Man.”

“You're not Iron Man. You're never going to be Iron Man. Nobody can live up to Tony. Not even Tony. Tony was my best friend. And he was a mess. He second-guessed everything he did, he was all over the place. The one thing he did that he didn't second-guess was picking you. I don't think Tony would've done what he did... if he didn't know that you were going to be here after he was gone.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled.

“Tony really liked her.” Happy mentioned.

“Yeah.”

“Absolutely, when he first met her she walked into the lab, straight away corrected one of his calculations and then immediately started apologising profusely. And all Tony could do was laugh, that this teenage girl waltzed into his home with all the confidence in the world, then switched into this sweet little girl who didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. He thought it was all hilarious. He thought she was good for you. She was smart, kind, supportive and willing to put up with all the shit that comes with dating a superhero.”

“Oh, we, we weren’t or aren’t dating.” Peter turned slightly red at the implication.

“Never really understood that.” He muttered under his breath, “So, where to Spiderman?”

“Um, pass me your phone.” After Happy handed it over, Peter pulled up Instagram, finding Flash live streaming.

“Ello governor, cup of tea for you? I'mma be in London soon.” The voice rang out.

“We’re going to London. And I need a suit.”

“I’ve got you.” Happy pressed a button, opening a hidden compartment to reveal Stark’s old on-board building station. Peter grinned and got to work.

Across the ocean, in London, Beck was leading her up a bridge across the Thames, giving a spectacular view of the city.

“Shouldn’t you be preparing for the elemental attack.” She pointed out as they reached the top of the bridge tower.

“We’ve got another hour, I just need to show you something.” He dragged her by the hand out to the centre of the bridge. He wrapped a hand around her waist. “Look at that.”

“It’s beautiful.” She replied, admiring the multitude of skyscrapers clashing wonderfully with the historical buildings of the city.

“And see that bridge there.” He pointed out.

“Yeah.”

“Your friends are gonna be trapped there in about an hour.”

“What?!” She said, starting to panic a little.

“Shame that’s exactly where the elemental’s supposed to attack.” He noticed her breathing and heart rate increase rapidly. “Oh, you thought I didn’t know what you told them, that you know about my dirty little secret.”

“How did you -”

“I’ve had a drone following you since we first met.”

“And all your stories, of your wife, your world.” She knew it was a lie, but part of her still wanted to wake up from this nightmare and go back to the sweet Beck she thought she’d known.

“All bullshit. I meant it when I said you were perfect. Beautiful, kind and stupidly naive enough to believe my lies.”

“You’re a monster.”

“Maybe, but I’m also the future. And the fate of your friends rests in my hands. So once this is all done, you’re gonna stick to my story, play the role of the supportive little girlfriend to the world’s newest hero. And if you can stick to that, your friends might survive. Alright.” He said menacingly.

“Yes.” She replied, feeling as though her world was crumbling around her. Beck clenched his jaw, squeezing his hand over her waist, just enough to make it hurt.

“What was that?”

“Yes sir.” Beck leaned in to rest his forehead on the side of her head, kissing against the shell of her ear.

“Good girl.” Beck mocked as he pushed her top up slightly to trace his finger over the bare skin. Every touch made her want to throw up, but she tried to hold it together for the lives of her friends. Beck left the room momentarily, when he came back he was dressed in a grey morphsuit, two drones floating by his sides. “You’re all we have Beck.” She overheard Fury say a few minutes later.

“This is what I feared. God help us Fury, God help us all.” Beck said dramatically. “Okay people, no Avengers coming we’re good to go.” He slipped back into his regular voice. “EDITH.”

“Yes Quentin.”

“Show me my loose ends. Once the show’s going, execute the kill order on my command.”

“Kill order, you said they’d stay alive.” She walked back towards him.

“Just a precaution sweetie.”

“Please, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt them.” She begged.

“I know, but until I’m certain they won’t say a word, I’ve gotta keep an eye on them.” He smiled threateningly. She stepped back for him, face dropping. She felt trapped, helpless in the situation. Forced to sit back and help this villain or watch her friends die.

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