#needs chapstick about 90% of the time

[dogwittaablog]

OoOoooOh Canada

nolan patrick + red

[ellabsbb]

cocky loser stoner modern ellie hc’s

• such a job hopper. fast food, retail, random places like menards, the zoo

• her car is so shitty and it’s kinda stinky from the weed and maybe a bit dirty.. but she’d so clean it for you and put some air fresheners in the vents <3

• in the not so distant future she totally becomes one of those rich famous streamers and buys joel a house but shh that’s in the future so for now

• also her seat in her car is leaned back so far and so low there’s no possible way that’s comfortable right??

• sorry idk why i keep thinking about the car but also she has snacks in there always! but they’re like. opened, old, stale, half gone.. yeah

• a player, community strap if you will, but like come on can you blame her it’s not her fault she gets bitches (her words not mines)

• will smoke you out and take you to mcdonald’s what more could a girl ask for

• and she’ll pay even though she’s broke 90% of the time

• always texting joel memes he doesn’t understand in the slightest

• tells him about girls she’s been with just to embarrass him LOL

“joel you have to see this girl she had the most juicy-”

“alright that’s enough, i know i didn’t raise you to talk like that.”

• sometimes (most times) she’ll just wake up and throw on whatever she first puts her hands on. and doesn’t even care enough to pretend to be embarrassed when you see her in public in baggy pants with one leg rolled up, the most wrinkled shirt ever, and socks that aren’t even the same length

• refuses to wear any other shoes than her beat up busted up converse. they have several holes. you can see her socks. the shoelaces are torn. come on

• says stuff like she’ll buy you the most expensive gifts when she “makes it”

• you have to force her to put chapstick on and she’s so one of those people that only uses the original one with no fun flavors

• basketball shorts or boxers to sleep kind of girl

• always so warm omg (i am putting my cold feet on her idc)

• in conclusion i need her 🫡

[d1s1ntegrated]

hiiiii!!

so this feels kind of random and maybe a little ooc but i keep imagining shiggy as like a streamer (playing obviously league of legends but also like valorant, overwatch, fortnite, etc etc)

but could i possibly get some streamer shigaraki hcs pls and thank youu ♡

also i saw your post about emoji anons and id like to formally request that i can claim this emoji; 🧸 thank you for all your amazingly handcrafted beautiful posts!!!

ooouuuu yassss. i also love to hc shiggy as a streamer idc if its ooc!

also yes ofc ! 🧸is all urs bby <3

streamer!shigaraki hcs ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ

[■■■■■■■■■□] 90%

it started as a joke, he didnt think anyone would really watch

but followers and viewers SKYROCKETED so fast, he was kinda overwhelmed at first

mostly streams LoL, but loves switching between diff games throught the stream (OVW, apex, valorant, fortnite)

but for some reason, he hates COD. HATES IT. if chat even mentions it he screams

he gets banned regularly for "random shit" aka trying to beef with the 12 year old's in chat, accidentally smoking on cam, etc

has absolutely no filter, just plays the game the same way he would if he were alone, which gives him one hell of a reputation online

chat goes WILD when he ties his hair back, cause usually its in his face

does a lot of 12-24 hour streams bc he cant sleep

streams at the most random and inconvenient times, like 4pm or 3am.

that being said he has no set schedule. he usually just hops online whenever.

loves bantering with chat, he thinks its so funny

"blueflame says... "this man needs chapstick lolz"

"well fuck you blueflame, you need a loving family and some bitches, but i guess both of us are fucked, hm?"

went through a huge minecraft phase and ended up creating a small cult following from it

which he abhors. like fucking hates it bc of all the drama in the minecraft community-he doesn't like to be associated with them.

calls his fans rats/bugs/etc.

goes on long-ass adhd rambles about random shit a LOT

"chat, chat watch this, gonna get this fucker"

*dies*

"chat. i am going to scream."

this man has 0 social awareness or media etiquette

like he's actually disgusting on stream it can be a hard watch at times. especially if he's eating cause he doesnt gaf about being "polite"

listens to a lot of hyperpop/metal/game osts in the background but has gotten in trouble for copyright lol

does dumbass dances in his chair if he wins a round

when everyone realized he wore gloves to game, he got sent a BUNCH of new ones, with different patterns and materials (he shows them all off) (his fav ones are the creeper-themed ones tho :3)

has "horror nights" where he'll stay up and play shit like fnaf, slender, closing shift, and other indie horror games

he played facade once but immediately removed the game from his pc (very dramatically) after trip denied his request to "kiss it sloppy style".

chat regularly begs him to play roblox but he always ignores it

even though he HAS it downloaded.

"chat what the fuck is skibidi ohio"

always drinking some form of energy drink no matter what time it is

"someone in chat said im cute. go touch grass"

has a discord server that he does in fact own and mod. but only lets certain people join (he does have a tier system after a while)

[■■■■■■■■■] 100%

ugh gamer streamer shiggy is so Real to me...and so cute...i need him viciously

thank u for the request, 🧸!

[foreveralwaysanauthor]

Abby's Basic Info

Name: Abigail Rose O’Brian

Abby's faceclaims were pretty easy, actually. For the 60s - Patty Duke (The Patty Duke Show); the 80s - Ally Sheedy (The Breakfast Club); the 90s - Natalie Portman (Star Wars); and now - Isabella Sermon (Jurassic World).

Nicknames: Abby, Abs, Pinkie Pie (not only a My Little Pony reference as she was addicted to it as a child, but also due to her wearing shades of pink more than any other color)

Age: 14

Date of Birth: December 13

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Birthstone: Turquoise

Nationality: Native American, Irish, and French-Canadian

Sexuality: Lesbian (closeted)

Birthplace: Elliot Hospital, Manchester, New Hampshire

Current Residence: Gray Road, Sanbornton, New Hampshire

Occupation: High school freshman and goalie on the local soccer team 

Talents/Skills: Acting, memorizing just about anything, getting good grades despite not studying, and telling terrible puns

Birth order: Middle

Siblings: Vivien (older) and Oliver (younger)

Parents: Damien Lucas O’Brian and Chelsea Alisha Mays

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Height: 5’3”

Race: White

Eye Color: A brown and green blend

Hair Color: Brown if she has it cut short, but it looks dirty blonde if it’s long

Glasses or contact lenses: Though she is the only one in the family who doesn’t need them for some reason or another, Abby wears them to feel closer to her family

Distinguishing features: Two streaks of colored hair framing her face that normally match the season/upcoming holiday (orange for Halloween, red and green for Christmas, pastels for Easter, etc)

Mannerisms: Using pencils as hair ties, spinning her rings, muttering to herself to keep her thoughts in order, and constantly licking her lips despite always having a Chapstick with her

Health: She has eczema on her hands, anxiety related to school, and a binge-eating disorder coupled with high metabolism

Hobbies: Photography, reading, watching 80s movies, imagining herself on Broadway, and playing ukulele 

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): How much she relies on other people’s opinions of her. While Abby doesn’t really care much what her friends think of her, her family’s opinions of her mean more than she’d ever let on. Oliver has always been there for her (despite those glorious 13 minutes while he was still in the womb) and his opinion of her has never changed, which she’s more than grateful for. Her dad adores her and treats her with respect and love, something she admires him for to no extent. The only people she worries about - whether they know it or not - are Vivien and their mother. While she definitely looks up to her mother (which I elaborate more on in her fears), their relationship is rocky at best. She feels pushed in the direction her mother wants her to go instead of being loved for who she is and what she wants. Vivien, thankfully, is the opposite of that. Abby has idolized Vivien for as long as she can remember and has tried following in her footsteps for just as long. They spend evenings together, watching old movies and just hanging out and, though they both have friends of their own, Abby loves the times when she can just sit with her sister and ignore the stress of the world. Though they’re very close, Abby’s respect and idolization of her sister has made it ridiculously hard for her to take any constructive criticism Vivien gives her. This one-sided strain has made it exceedingly hard for Abby to tell Vivien much about her personal life, any struggles she might have, her relationships, and her sexuality despite knowing her sister would accept her no matter what - leaving her feeling somewhat isolated from everyone.

Best quality (in their opinion): How versatile she can be. As long as she puts her heart into something new - ukulele, bass guitar, studying new subjects, trying new sports - she can become great at them. She loves trying new things, but the idea of not being great at something stops her from venturing too far out of her little bubble of comfort.

Biggest fear: Imperfection. Though Vivien was the oldest and most esteemed child in their younger years, once the oldest of their family came out and started being her own person, their mother turned all her focus onto Abby, forcing her to be the golden child. Perfect grades were a must, gold medals and academic awards had to be won, and if something wasn’t done to her mother’s standards, Abby could feel dread settling in her bones. Though her mother never screamed at her, the disappointment and subsequent silent treatment were enough for her to know that she wasn’t good enough. She dreads the day when she has to come out to her mother because, despite her mother saying she's now perfectly fine with having two screw-up children in the “alphabet soup community,” Abby can’t imagine what will happen when her only remaining golden child comes clean. On top of that, what will happen when she finds out that Abby wants to be a theatre major instead of a lawyer? Until she turns 18 and can leave, Abby is perfectly content pretending to be her mother’s perfect child. Besides, it’s what she’s good at, right?

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Favorite ice cream: Cherry Blossom

Favorite color: Peach

Favorite number: She doesn’t necessarily have one, but she loves Friday the 13th (not just because of the movies or her birthday), so that would most likely be her answer

Favorite songs: girls by girl in red, I’d Rather Be Me from Mean Girls the Musical, and all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

A place they want to visit: Berlin, Germany

[weirdo09]

what are your atsv hcs??? :D

YAY!!!! someone asked !!!!

hi ollie :]]]]

ok so the aranchkids r all datin each other (except for gwen n miles) like miles - pav margo n hobie hobie - pav miles margo n gayatri pav - gayatri miles n hobie i thought a bf for gwen he’s pretty cool 😎(miles n hobie have the tism while gwen pav n margo have adhd, they’re also all polyamorous)

i’mma do like individual hcs now :))

first gotta start w my boy, miles !

he’s transmasc genderfluid n bisexual(with a male preference)

pronouns r he/she/they(just like me ^^)

him n gwen r queerplatonic

he blasts selena every chance he gets(thank mama rio for that <3)

he’s catholic(not really a headcanon but not really canon either)

gets the munchies real bad, he cannot go anywhere without a couple of snacks

was definitely that kid that couldn’t have too sugar

ipad kid

mama’s boy(not really a headcanon but c’mon)

has wanted grills but his parents instantly dissed the idea

carries around all sorts of lip glosses n chapsticks, no chapped lips on his watch

talks in solely spanish when he’s angry or real excited

has freckles(it’s canon but whatevs)

next is my girlie, gwen !

she’s trans n bisexual(the trans part is basically canon but 🤷🏾‍♀️)

pronouns - she/they

she loves punk rock(what her n hobie bond over)

she plays the guitar but drums is more her choice

has the best fashion sense besides hobs n pav

is the certified weird girl of the group /aff

loves 2000’s fashion

her music taste is generically white

once thought she was lesbian until she saw miles

loves no doubt n bikini kill

had a puppy crush on miles

her n penni r besties (canon 2 me)

onto hobie 😎

he doesn’t care about labels

pronouns - any

possess a certain gender most want

looks so cool but once you getta know him he’s such a loser /aff

the troublemaker of the group

since he doesn’t believe in consistency, his style changes but it mostly returns back to punk

uses a bunch of british slang intentionally to confuse the others

is definitely one of those ‘kiss your homies goodnight’ kinda guy(so is miles but don’t feel like addin it)

when he’s overstimulated/goes nonverbal, he talks through his guitar or signs(all the gang know bsl n asl so it’s all good 👍🏾)

my all time fav, pav !!

he’s transmasc n pansexual

his pronouns - he/she/xe/they

has tons of energy

needs all 10 hours of beauty sleep

rants in hindi(i’m assuming that’s what language he speaks but someone correct me if it’s somethin different)

talks way too fast, hobs sometimes translates

has random urges to scream

the mom friend of the group(miles is too again too lazy to add)

sometimes he hangs on the ceiling, says it helps him think

finally, my girl margo !!!

she’s transfem n bisexual(with no particular preference)

pronouns - all

prefers virtual reality to humans

very awkward

had a hello kitty phase from ages 6 to 11(it comes back sometimes)

loves beyoncé n 90’s r&b

can hold her breath for a long period of time

has social anxiety

used to wear glasses but thought they were tacky so she switched to contacts

has worn puff puffs since she was 4, her signature look

[raisedbythetv89]

Do teen girls especially - but also just kids in general - steal because they lack empathy and it’s a way to rebel or are they never taught what a sense of ownership over something feels like because we’re conditioned at such a young age that our bodies aren’t ours to do what we want with and nothing we “own” is really ours?

Girls are conditioned from such a young age that our bodies only exist for the enjoyment of men and to have children and we have no autonomy over our own bodies (don’t cut your hair short, don’t get too bulky, cover up, don’t be a slut, don’t make other people feel bad even if they hurt you, no you can’t have a hysterectomy you’re too young and you’re not married, men don’t like a lot of tattoos or piercings, you have to be “healthy” aka fit the beauty standards to be valued and taken seriously, men don’t like smart women, men don’t like women who make more money than them, THE LIST GOES ON AND ON) and that we need to be mature and nurturing so we HAVE to share everything with everyone no matter what (toys, treats you bring with you to school, your clothes - dress code literally says you don’t get a say in what you wear and what’s comfortable for you, WE DO and it’s for the sake of boys) you didn’t buy that your parents did so it’s not yours they can take it away from you at any time. As a kid everything that is “ours” is treated as communal property including ourselves. I had a teacher take my cell phone AND READ MY TEXTS in 2009.

Don’t want to hug a relative? Go to that kids birthday party or really anywhere for that matter? Give your bully a valentine? Too bad you HAVE TO and you get no say. Children are treated by society at large as communal property of the patriarchy and everything you have in your possession is a gift and a privilege so why the fuck would kids see anything else as anything other than communal property? Like you want it? TAKE IT that is what everyone else does with you so why would you not model that example set for you? (Thinking of people who get angry with you if you don’t want to share your water, gum, or chapstick if you have it in a shared space it’s OURS.)

It does seem like some parents are thankfully breaking this pattern now and empowering their children’s sense of autonomy - this post is me painting with a large brush as to what it was like being raised in the 90’s and earlier and patterns I’m noticing as I reflect on my childhood and my difficulties with boundaries as an adult and how much work it’s taking to feel ownership over my own body.

I don’t understand how we expect kids to understand ANYTHING about ownership when adults basically ensure they never get to experience that until you get a job and start making your own money basically saying you’re not allowed to own anything in our society until you participate in exploitive capitalism which is basically what is behind colonization of land and resources away from indigenous people so ya know maybe not the best system to keep upholding and raising future generations in.

[twerkstallion]

character hard mode questions: 5 for wetley . this is hard because he doesnt have pockets but imagine if he does. and also 17 and 34 for roger? por favor?

Westley-

5.) On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

hes a purse guy. not in the literal sense, but like, in the over-prepared, carrying way too much shit sense. hes got chapstick, and an unopened one in case anyone needs it. cash, change, gum (fruit and mint), bandaids, neosporin, a metro card, the phone number of the nearest 3 gucci store managers, a tire patch kit, moisturizer, a couple allen wrenches, etc. if he was Worse:tm: than he already was, hed have a burner phone and unopened cigarettes too. luckily he isnt at that stage yet, if he ever gets there. he definitely carries things for himself, but does spend a great deal of time thinking about others.

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Roger-

17.) What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

i wanna say something like an action figure. 80's or 90's hard plastic. like a teenage mutant ninja turtle or transformer or my little pony. he had a couple of them, probably still even has them in the attic at home. he may have also been a star wars kid to a degree.

34.) Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

this is a bit of a confusing question i may interpret it wrong but.. both? Roger is a fairly logical, smart, slightly out of the box guy. hes got a big job and can handle it, much like Westley. he likes to experiment a little, he sort of has to sometimes, but hes steadfast. not as stubborn as... other people, for sure, but he also wont immediately give up. hes gotta be the level headed one here anwyays.

[kyarbrougharts245-02]

Blog 5/ Tracking & Kerning

Blog 5

For this week’s reading, we were assigned pages 80 to 94, “Kerning, Tracking, Line Spacing, Alignment, Vertical Alignment.” Right from the get-go, I’ve found my favorite quote, “Letters do love one another. However…some letters have a hard time achieving intimacy.” (81, Lupton). I found the line to be clever regarding the topic, Tracking. 

I will admit, I think I need more practice with Tracking and Kerning, from the example on page 81 I had a hard time distinguishing the examples of Normal, Positive, and Negative Tracking. I’ll just have to be proactive about developing the skill.

On an off-topic note, I liked the books seen on page 90 with all their pretty colors and the varying texts. It even seemed like an effect had been placed on the photo, making the image appear to have comic book halftones. Though that is likely just the quality of the image. I especially like the alignment on page 94, visually. There’s a lot present but the information is still organized and readable. I like the bold emphasis on the text at the bottom left and the hierarchy image at the top. I’m not sure if those two things provide anything as thoughtful as my last blogs, but I thought it was worth mentioning. 

My project this week had us manually tracking and kerning different typefaces. There were six in total but while small, our professor warned us this project was as taxing as the Nine Squares project. While I wouldn’t go so far as to equate this project with our first, however, the project was indeed laborious. 

It wasn’t too bad in all honesty. Once I found a good technique I was able to trace relatively quickly. I found using a ruler for straight lines and objects like dimes and chapstick lids for curves to work best for me (I had forgotten to buy a french curve so I made the best of what I had at my disposal).

Using lines and measurements worked best for me during this project. It  personally made the process a little easier compared to when I was just “eyeballing it” on the example “Golden Goose” (font Mrs Eaves). I think out of the assignments for this project, Mrs Eaves was the most poorly kerned. Additionally, I found the font rather hard to kern/track. I could tell something appeared wrong when I finished but I couldn’t tell where exactly. The most obvious flaw is the space in my opinion. I could’ve made it a bit bigger. Perhaps I could’ve even moved the “O’s” closer together as well but I was unsure and I decided to prioritize my other unfinished work for the project.

I think my best work was “blueberry” (I’ve forgotten the font name). By that point, I went to Adobe and found the font, typing in the example’s words to help me trace the letters as accurately as possible. Despite the heavy hurricane rain and a flooded apartment parking lot, the project ended on a good note. I’m a little more excited to explore the potential designs I could make in our next project where we are being tasked with creating an entirely new letter for the alphabet.

[inkskinned]

playact the right mindset. that's what you need, the right mindset. buy the organizational notebook and the markers and the special labels. tell yourself it's real this time, donate a bunch of clothes. buy paint, buy chapstick. overspend on bath-and-bodyworks vanilla rose.

every day is the same day. the largest number of suicides occurs in the springtime. it's going up to 90 on Friday, and then it'll come back down to 35. did you read the news today? did you get my email? did you see the big game? did you cry over that big ache, or just step over it with the same lope you've developed, flinching over your familiar wounds.

put the laundry away. leave the leftovers lounging in the container, unwilling to throw it away (food waste) but unwilling to eat it (food poisoning). schedule a blood donation. schedule a call with the doctor. schedule a therapy appointment.

leave all the knives untouched. eat directly out of the deli meat container. sit in the shower. ignore the bills. ignore texts from your bosses. drop everything into the sink and splatterpaint the walls with water. draw a smile in the condensation, give it cat ears. call your mom. hold a pencil sharpener and think - there are things i know about this device that others shouldn't. go out and walk your dog.

up and down and up and down. they paint the recovery process as a big red banner. okay/not okay. it's usually less i'm great and more a constant process of okay fine i'm getting better. little lighted pain points scattered in tacks all over the floor of your life.

this is the tradeoff: walk on the broken glass; get to the other side. get to see your dog run in tight rhapsodic circles; have to put all the razors into a box with a lock. get to laugh like your head will fall off; have panic attacks every morning like clockwork. race each other to the concert; stare down the diet pills and pass your hands over. hug your mom; hangover on a thursday. sit quietly at peace to friendship dinners; shift in place at the pharmacy waiting for your monthly concoction.

it isn't always beautiful. it will not always feel worth it or lasting or eventual. it will just feel like a slog. uphill and through mud. something bad can always come.

but it will be yours. private, entire.

spring comes. your life in a winter depression at your feet; less joyful than the choirs of little flowers. and when you pick yourself up each time, you do the picking-up. you do the walking. you do the self-care and the self-salvation. you do the keep-going.

"is this what you made with your life?"

it isn't a grave. it isn't a grave, yet. yet - it isn't a grave!

turn around. face the sun. same day, different heart. get up and keep going.

[woso-fan13]

The 3 Ps

Your whole life, you had been described as ‘picky,’ ‘particular,’ and ‘peculiar.’ You called them ‘The Three ‘P’s’ and almost everyone you met referred to you as at least one of these things. You didn’t like picky, it has such a negative connotation. Peculiar just seemed like a backhanded way for people to be mean. Particular is fitting though. 

You craved routine from the moment you were born. You have had the same schedule for as long as you could remember and you were not changing that. Every night before bed, you set an alarm for 0700, but you never needed it. You woke up everyday at 0658, turned off the alarm by 0659, and were out of bed by 0700. You took 180 seconds to get dressed, 90 seconds to brush your teeth, 150 seconds to wash your face, and 180 seconds to brush your hair. That’s 600 seconds, meaning you went to the kitchen by 0710. You make the same breakfast you always make, a strawberry smoothie, which is ready by 0715. You drink this smoothie while taking a walk, returning home by 0800. You wash your cup (60 seconds) and re-brush your teeth (90 seconds.) you send a text to your parents, “Good morning.” and complete school work until 1155. Then, you clean up your work until 1200, and make lunch, a tortilla with smooth peanut butter. This takes 2 minutes, including the time to wash the knife. You eat lunch in 13 minutes, it’s 1215. You take a walk until 1300. You complete schoolwork until 1500, then change and practice soccer from 1505-1805. You make dinner, a cup of oatmeal. You eat this, it is 1845. You complete a word puzzle until 1900. Your parents return from work, you greet them and discuss your day- they already know what you did. From 1930-2030, you read a book. You then eat a single scoop of vanilla ice cream and watch tv until 2130. You complete a 30 minute meditation, put on pajamas (120 seconds,) brush your teeth (90 seconds,) wash your face (120 seconds,) and apply chapstick (20 seconds.) This is completed by 2210. You get in bed and stare at the ceiling until 2245, reflecting on the day. You close your eyes at 2245 and are asleep by 2300. The next day, you do the same thing. 

Your schedule worked, there was no reason to change it. Every activity had a time and every time had an activity. To the second, you would know what you were doing at any time throughout the day. The last day you broke your schedule was 22 April 2019. You had been sick and slept in until 0730. You pushed everything back in your schedule 32 minutes. 

You knew that today would be different though, and you had been worrying about it for weeks. As soon as you got the call to join the USWNT, you were freaking out. First, about what an incredible opportunity this was. Then, about your schedule. What would you do without your schedule? 

Today was the day to find out. You had completed your morning schedule and flown to the camp’s current location, Colorado, during your morning school work time. Your flight landed at 1114 and you were in an Uber going to the hotel now. It was 1155, and you were still in the car. But you took a breath and calmed down- messing your schedule up slightly would be okay. Well, it wouldn’t be okay, but you could handle it without breaking down fully. Once you got to the hotel, everything would be okay. You had your safe foods packed, everything would be okay. 

At the hotel, the introductions went as well as you could hope. Alex introduced herself and pulled you into a hug. You instantly stiffened and broke free, backing up 3 steps. You didn’t like it. It wasn’t right and it felt weird, like all of your organs were pulling away from your skin, trying to escape the embrace. It wasn’t that you disliked physical contact, you just only liked it when you initiated it. 

Alex instantly began apologizing, but you just stood quietly and shook your head. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know. The rest of the girls introduced themselves and just waved. That was okay, everything was okay. 

The staff told everyone that they were free to unpack and that they were welcome to have the provided lunch or leave the hotel. Breathing a sigh of relief, you go to your room. Opening the door, you freeze when you see an already unpacked suitcase. Clearly, you had a roommate. But the room was quiet, cool, and dark, and your preferred bed was unclaimed. Everything would be fine. Unpacking quickly but thoroughly, you made lunch. It was 1238 when you started eating, 36 minutes behind schedule. Finishing in your allotted 13 minutes, you grab your keys and phone and take your walk. 

You had made it to dinner. Dinner was late, not until 1930, and you had to go to the meeting room to eat with everyone. You couldn’t bring your oatmeal. Maybe they would have another food you liked. 

They didn’t. Dinner consisted of baked potatoes, steak, and assorted vegetables. You copied the other players, filling a plate. Using your fork to play with your food, you hoped no one would notice. You couldn’t eat this, it wasn’t right. 

“Hey, Y/N, why aren’t you eating? Is something wrong with your dinner?” Ash called bluntly across the table. Great, now everyone was watching you. 

“No, everything’s great, I’m still working on it,” to prove your point, you picked a piece of asparagus up on your fork and stuck it in your mouth. As soon as you bite into it, it becomes stringy. Choking it down, you smile, but no one believes you. 

Dinner passes and the team finds themselves in your room for bonding. As you previously figured out, you share a room with Mal. You walked in to see several players already on your bed. They were messing it up. The comforter was rumpled and the sheets were untucked. The pillows were askew. Worst of all, you could count at least 4 pairs of shoes on your bed. Outside shoes were touching your bed. But you could breathe through that, the final straw not coming until later in the night, when the team broke out snacks for the movie. There were crumbs on your bed. People on your bed and shoes on your bed and crumbs on your bed. And Emily offered you a candy and you were so distracted you put it in your mouth. 

As soon as you bite down, you shriek, the movie pausing. You were too occupied to notice: your knees to your chest, head pressed into your knees. You were rocking back and forth, hands over your ears. Everything was too much and you could not breathe through it. It was not okay. 

Ali reached over to try and comfort you, her hand moving to rub circles over your back. You screeched, pulling your body away from her, your rocking picking up speed. This time, you didn’t stop screeching. Everyone watched helplessly until Christen stood up, taking charge. She turned off the lights and the tv screen, flipping on a soft bedside lamp. She opened a window, allowing a cool breeze to come through. Rifling through your bag, she pulls out a blanket, draping it over your shoulders and pulling it over your head. Your hands instantly grabbed the edge. Most importantly, she kicked the rest of the team out. They were hesitant to leave you, but they knew Christen was the only one who could handle this. She sent Mal to bed, telling her to sleep in her room and passing off a key card. 

As the last person left and the door shut, you became silent. Christen settles in front of you, bringing herself to your height. She murmurs reassurances, telling you that you are okay and that everything is fine. You knew it wasn’t, but you were still inclined to believe her. A few minutes later, you calm down enough to pull the blanket off of your face. Miraculously, Christen was still sitting in front of you, reassuring you. Bursting into tears, you throw yourself into her, burrowing your face into the corner between her neck and her shoulder. Taking a breath, you were the most relaxed you had been that day. 

The door cracks open, Alex coming to check on the both of you. Seeing you cradled against her wife, she smiles. Grabbing a soft cloth and running it under warm water, she makes her way over. She sits in front of you, making no motion to touch you. Holding out the damp cloth, she waits for your nod. She wipes the tears off of your face, the warm water and gentle care relaxing you further. You seem to be relaxing yourself to sleep. Christen begins rocking you gently, calming you more. A sleepy hand reaches for Alex’s, looking for more comfort. A hand grasps yours firmly. You are almost asleep now. 

Looking down, Christen sees you losing the battle to sleep. Gently, she stands up with you in her arms and settles in the middle of a bed. You stir only slightly, a few quick shushes putting you back to sleep. Alex settles next to you in the bed, kissing Christen and pressing a kiss to your head before pulling the blankets over all three of you. They leave the lamp on, just in case you wake up confused. The emotional night must have exhausted them, as they fall asleep soon after you do, listening to your slow, deep breaths of sleep. 

Tonight was rough. Tomorrow would be rough too- you knew the girls would want explanations as to what happened. You would have to fix the mistakes in your routine from today and get back on your schedule. But you now knew you had a support system behind you to do this. With these girls behind you, you could handle this. 

[xnchxntmxnt]

,,, 500 AAAAAAAA!! long-awaited, v well deserved milestone omghasjam??? i think i met u just around when u hit 400?? :0 not sure not sure, v glad i got to meet u, will be here for all milestones in the future !! anyways,,, wah . CONGRATULATIONS AAAA

event,, event,, tumbles over . i feel like u know me well enough to know who i am req for but!! xiao, reader insert!! um, a song? would be angels like you - miley cyrus. the genre being,, uh,, angst. aha. ahahahahj. i think i'll leave the trope/au up to u !!

again again, cONGRATULATIONS? big milestone!! only bigger ones to come, yes? hugs u super tight then runs away

babe i am in love with the way you talk this is so animated i love it

Angels Like You

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Character: Xiao

Warnings: College au, slightly suggestive content at the end (its nothing much tho), angst w/no happy ending/an open ending. Slightly ooc xiao bc i kinda made him an asshole im sorry (not really), not proofread & written during a bad writers block hit

Notes: i had such high hopes for this and then it died. but hey i do hope u like it ily babe <3 /p

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I know that you're wrong for me Gonna wish we never met on the day I leave I brought you down to your knees 'Cause they say that misery loves company

12:13 AM. 

You checked the clock again. Still, no text. 

No text for the last three days.

It wasn’t close finals. There wasn’t anything special going on. And your boyfriend, Xiao, has never been one for straight As and studying all day. 

No, he was probably out with his friend Venti again, or just ignoring you. 

In the beginning, it was easier to deal with. He was a probably busy guy! And then you saw how he typically lived—in his dorm 90% of the time, save class and food—and knew that wasn’t the case. And you knew there were some times he just didn’t want to talk to people. 

You were so understanding with everything. But for the last week, he’d done nothing but leave you on read or send one-word answers to all of your texts, never pick up the phone, and never texted you first. Even before this, he’d been spacey. And to a certain degree, you understood that, too.

But it was the bullshit excuses that ground on your last nerve. 

“Just not up to it,” he’d say. Or, “my phone wasn’t on”. Or he wouldn’t reply at all. And last week, when you confronted him about it, he wouldn’t tell you anything besides that. 

Sure, you’d gotten to the point of doubting how upset with all this you were. He needs his space, after all, and you didn’t want to be too overbearing. But he didn’t act like your boyfriend anymore, and your friends had been telling you for weeks it wasn’t worth the heartache if he wasn’t going to try talking it out. 

12:19 AM.

Xiao <3wanna come over for a bit

You sighed. No response to any of your previous texts, of course, but it was something. So, despite how late it was, you made your way over to his apartment. It wasn't far off-campus, so no big deal. 

You knocked on the door upon arrival and he let you in a few moments later. No hello, no kiss, just walked away. He grabbed something out of the fridge and asked if you wanted anything. You declined and sat on the couch. 

Xiao sat next to you, sitting his arm on the back of the couch. Not quite on your shoulders, but you hoped that’s where he was going. You’d missed him a lot, lately. “How come you asked me over?” you asked as he sat down. “Anything special.”

He shrugged. “Not really. Just haven’t seen you in a while, is all. Sorry it’s late.”

“I don’t mind.”

The two of you sat for a while—in silence somewhere between content and uncomfortable. He was never much of a talker, but for some reason, it was worse when the only noise was the neighbors across the hall playing music you could barely hear. 

“Hey,” he said, pulling his arm away from behind you to hold your face. He leaned in slightly, leaving enough room for you to pull away if you chose. Instead, you leaned in. The soda he’d been drinking mixed well with whatever chapstick he had on. When he kissed you like this, it was always soft but pleading for more. He never pushed, but if you agreed, it was a long night for you both. 

His hand slid to hold the back of your neck and he slowly kissed down the other side. “Do you wanna—” he found a spot behind your ear he knew you liked, and you gasped— “head back to my room?”

You thought for a moment, before nodding. Xiao smiled, planted one more kiss on your lips, and helped you up. 

Another day, you thought. Another day you could worry about all the things flying through your head. For now, you’d just enjoy your time with him.

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omg hiiiiii! congrats on 1k!!! 💖💖💖 may i please request a 💌 for eddie x chrissy? okay narrowing down the prompt list to just one was insanely hard so if this number doesn't spark joy then i literally have a small little list i can re-pick from fhfgdfdgsff but number 90 please? 💞 - @biillys

@biillys - ahhhhh!! thank youu!! 💕💕 and omg, I was so stoked to write for eddissy and the prompt!! I saw it and screamed, this is too perfect for them!! hope you enjoy!

Pairings; Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Prompt # 90; "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Words; 0.5k Warnings; None, just fluff!

"Eddie, wait!" She calls out desperately, chasing after him as he slips out the front doors.

He's taller and apparently much faster than she is and it takes a moment to catch up, but she grabs him by the arm and swings him around to face her. His eyes are vacant and glossy and he won't meet hers. Chrissy's heart stutters in her chest.

"People are staring, Chrissy," he mumbles, shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

"I don't care," she replies and she means it but her voice sounds small even to her own ears.

Eddie chuckles sardonically, running the sleeve of his shirt under his nose. He blinks rapidly, not daring to meet her eyes. "Yes, you do. You care so much about what other people think of you, what he thinks of you, and if I were you, I would too. You're pretty and perfect and you have your whole life ahead of you. You don't need to be wasting time with someone like me."

"I don't care about Jason," she mumbles, "not anymore."

"Yeah?" He asks, another breathless laugh flowing from his lips. "It sure didn't seem that way when he caught you talking to me just now. God forbid, not his princess talking to the freak."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Talk about yourself like you don't matter," she says easily, confidence building. "I don't care about Jason or what he feels or what he thinks. I care about you and if I- if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"

Eddie's eyes finally snap up to meet hers and they're wide and uneasy. He glances around at the crowd that have paused in their day to day activities to watch this play out. He meets her eyes again and they're soft, inviting and a playful smile teases at her lips. Chrissy is adorable and sexy all at the same time and it makes his chest ache with desire.

"Chrissy, I- I don't want to make things worse for you," he admits sheepishly. Eddie isn't sure when he became such a coward but he'd back down in a heartbeat if it meant Chrissy didn't have to face half of what he does every single day.

"You won't and I don't care," she says easily, hand reaching out to grasp his own. "Kiss me, Eddie, please."

He surges forward without a second thought, capturing her soft lips with his own. She tastes like bubblegum and strawberry chapstick and it makes every nerve in his body come alive. He ignores the gasps of the various onlookers, choosing to cup her face in his hands and worship her like she's the only thing that will ever matter. Chrissy sighs against his mouth, sliding her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him ever closer.

She giggles when he finally pulls away, eyes opening to meet his own. Eddie's eyes are once again warm and welcoming and she melts right into them, into him.

"Tell me you won't regret that," he says, arms tightening around her.

"Never."

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I did Nico so here are some Will Solace headcanons that have bouncing around my brain for a while now

He goes through a sweater phase where he wears almost exclusively slightly too big, brightly colored, knit sweaters with thick collars and cinched sleeves

He read that fact about how if your tongue sticks to a rock it’s actually a bone, and now he licks every rock he finds because “What if it’s the bone of a dinosaur? What if I’m licking part of a T-Rex right now?” (and Nico just lets him do it even though he knows they aren’t bones)

REALLY into pinkie promises. Like, he takes them so seriously. Pinkie promise > swearing on the Styx

He takes a lot of chaotic self timer pictures and always ropes everyone else into them. They always end up looking like an album cover and he looks like he’s the lead singer. It’s not even that he’s always front and center, it’s just the way that he’s holding himself in every picture. When he gets his own apartment or house or whatever, he makes a collage of them all and he has every one of his friends choose a picture and write what the name of the album would be on it.

Going off of that, he is really into crafts but specifically memory crafts (does that make sense???). He makes keepsake boxes and friendship bracelets and so many things because he feels like it doesn’t matter if those things actually look good because the most important part of them is the memory attached.

He uses either 🤠 or ✨ (sometimes 🤪) in almost every text and uses them to convey any emotion. Rachel is the only one who ever understands exactly what he means.

A million friendship and bead bracelets just all the way up his arms. Probably some silly bands too.

He carries a backpack with him almost all the time and it somehow holds every possible necessity but always looks nearly empty. Obviously a first aid kit, but also like snacks and a hat and sunscreen and a million pens and the list goes on and on. It’s kind of in a mom friend way but more of a thing where someone sees “i need x item” and Will just hands it to them wordlessly without even stopping his sentence.

He adores the face masks that are supposed to make you look like an animal but they’re mostly just scary. They make him giggle like a toddler. (Imagine him and Nico with the fluffy headbands with the ears and then the face masks and Will just absolutely losing his shit)

Hozier!! Will loves Hozier!! Also country music (but he has a whole spiel about new age, american exceptionalist pop country because he h a t e s that). Also, and this is the really important one, 80s music but the really synth-y stuff (see my 80s cover band au for more details)

His ideal outfit is a chunky sweater, a jean jacket, jeans that don’t match the jacket, and rain boots. He loves rain boots. He’s got multiple pairs and at least one of them have frogs on them. If he can’t wear rain boots, flip flops in the summer and vans in the other seasons (He’s definitely got a pair of these yellow Vans)

He dresses like a dad but a dad that was born in the 80s and is also three years old

Will has at least three flavors of chapstick on him at any given time

Will Solace with a gun is wonderful, truly. I would like to add to this by introducing the concept of him wearing the side holsters on either this legs or his arms. He wants to go on quests so he can live his dreams of being a cowboy with thigh gun holsters and a hat and boots and all of it. (Also, Nico with knives strapped to his thighs and Will with guns) (Also, also, there’s a Cards Against Humanity card that says “Shooting a wizard with a gun” and that screams Will Solace)

Will is very much a “Let’s not resort to violence” person but in a way where like, Person A tries to punch B and Will is like “hey, we can talk this out” but then B doubles down and says something really out of line and Will just backs up and is like “You know what? Never mind, you do what you need to do” (And also in a “Let’s not fight… except for Nico because isn’t he so pretty with his sword?)

speaking of pretty, Will l o v e s to be called pretty. It makes his sweet summer child heart go brrr

He is obviously very into nicknames and terms of endearment but calling someone “Hon” or “Sweet pea” is always passive aggressive (that’s less of a Will thing and more of a Southern thing)

I would like to bring up the licking rocks thing again because I really do just believe it with my whole heart

For a while, the idea of Will’s grandparents (obviously Naomi’s side) being French has been bouncing around my head and I really do love the idea of Will speaking French fluently but not at all formally. It’s a lot of slang and has a Texas drawl mixed in with it but it’s definitely French (and it definitely makes Nico melt). He will just deadpan look at someone and go “Quoi?” and he counts the infirmary inventory stock in French but only up until sixty, then he switches to English (soixante-dix can suck it, sorry if you’re french but like, just make a new word. there’s no need for me to have to do math while already counting. don’t even get me started on anything in the 90s. quatre-vingt-dix-sept?? excuse me??)

Will and Persephone being buddies!! They just get along well and very much understand being summer people in love with anti-sun people and just, ugh, family dinners in the Underworld and Will always, always brings a gift for her. Will and Nico come in and anyone can hear Persephone yell “Is that Will? Is Will here?” and Will just grins and calls back “Yes ma’am, and I brought you some brownies from my Mama and some of the flowers from her garden”

Also, Nico knows all the deities and Will brings them cookies because they’re a team like that

He either plays soccer or lacrosse but either way he’s very good at it and it’s honestly intimidating (jock will solace <3)

Not to say Will isn’t his fair share of chaotic, but he’s friends with a lot of very chaotic or at the least eccentric people (Cecil and his pranks, Lou Ellen and her pig balls, Rachel and herself, Nico and himself, etc.) so he’s very good at turning on the Southern charm and just smiling his way out of any situation so he can get himself and everyone else away without any consequences

I think that’s all for now!! If you have any additions, please feel free to add them on, I love seeing other people’s ideas!

[avgury]

PHANTASMHQ: TASK ONE

what’s in your bag?

teddy was distracted as she packed; she tucked the necessities in her bag, focusing more on what books she was going to read than about what clothes she’d need. still, though, pictured above: her denim jacket she’s got on basically most of the time.

clothes

i won’t go into heavy detail because i kind of hate writing out an exact list but just understand that teddy has a weekend’s worth of clothes plus a little extra. it’s spring, but teddy’s always cold, so think warmer clothes: sweaters, button-up shirts, jackets, especially her denim jacket, which she wears pretty much always. it’s a staple outfit and has one or two pins on the pockets (something literary, something that’s a flower enamel pin), but not an excess. she’s got an nyu hoodie that she’s frequently seen sleeping in or lounging around in. she wears yellow high top converse, and she’s got an assortment of jewelry gifted to her over the years - dainty golden rings, small chain necklaces.

toiletries

again, just assume teddy’s got everything someone would need for a weekend away - deodorant, burt’s bees chapstick, lavender vanilla shampoo, pink grapefruit body wash, body moisturizer, facial cleanser, make up wipes (though she didn’t bring makeup. she wears it, but not for a weekend in the woods. she’s staying natural now!) she brought her electric toothbrush, and she flosses religiously. she brought aloe, but not sunscreen, a common and often fatal mistake of hers as a slightly tanner than pale (tm) girlie. she’s got about a billion pounds of bug spray, though!

wallet

her debit card, her beloved library card, 80 dollars cash, her plymouth state university student ID, 80 dollars cash, and a starbucks gift card with 12 dollars left on it, given to her on her 21st birthday by her mom.

misc

teddy’s brought both tums & advil, because she’s a headache tummyache girlie. she brought an assortment of books - the topeka school by ben learner, leave the world behind by rumaan alam, franny and zooey by JD salinger. she never, ever leaves home without an assortment of things she can put in her hair - 90′s hair clips, barrettes, scrunchies. she hates her hair in her face, it’s up all of the time.

[didyoubringauntienat]

1 to 69 ;)

Fuck you anon I did it ;)

1: Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

Yes I can

2: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused?

all the above but taken 

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

I’d raise an eyebrow and say “Okay?”

4: Ever been told, “it’s not you, it’s me”?

Yes. All. The. Time

5: Are you interested in anyone right now?

Define interested

6: What are you looking forward to in the next week?

uhhhh sleeping and eating?

7: Do you want to be single?

I’d love to be in a relationship but I keep making people leave so best I stay single aha

8: Did you go out or stay in last night?

I do both

9: How late did you stay up last night?

4am?

10: Can you recall the last time you realized you liked someone a lot?

Yes sadly I can

11: Last three things you had to drink?

Cider, Tea, and Coca Cola

12: Have you pretended to like someone?

No

13: Have you ever told somebody you loved them and not actually meant it?

No

14: Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past 3 months?

I don’t think so?

15: Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Yes 

16: Think back five months ago, were you single?

Yeah I was

17: What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?

Eating a bacon butty

18: Hold hands with anyone this week?

Just my baby brother

19: Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol?

Probably not

20: What would you name your future daughter?

I don’t really want to have children but if I was in a committed relationship then I’d be up for kids (If they carry them) and then I’ll probably have a dream name for my kid aha

21: Do you miss anyone?

Yeah I do

22: Have you kissed three or more people in one night?

Yes

23: Did your last kiss take place in/on a bed?

No

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

ohhhh definitely

25: Have you ever cried from being so mad?

Yep

26: Who did you last see in person?

My family

27: Are you listening to music right now?

Nope

28: What is something you currently want right now?

My chocolate which is at my uni house which is a 90-minute drive away

29: What is the last thing you said out loud?

No thanks

30: How is your heart lately?

Physically? Fine. Emotionally? Fuck knows

31: Do you wear the hood on your hoodie?

If it’s raining then yeah

32: Are you wearing socks?

yeah

33: What do people call you?

Serena

34: Will you talk to the person you like tonight?

Yeah

35: Are there any stressful situations in your life?

Just Uni work

36: Who did you last share a bed with?

Except for family? No one 

37: Did you do something bad today?

Not that I know of but I’ve probably pissed someone off at some point

38: When was the last time a member of the opposite sex hugged you?

My brother hugged me if that counts

39: Do you get stressed out easily?

Yes!!!!

40: Will you sing today?

I’ve got “We don’t talk about Bruno” stuck in my head so yeah probably

41: Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

All the time

42: Who do you go to when you need to talk to someone?

No one really

43: Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance?

Nope

44: What are you listening to right now?

I can hear the TV downstairs

45: What is wrong with you right now?

Just feel a bit numb

46: What is on your wrists right now?

Nothing

47: Where did you get the shirt/sweatshirt you’re wearing?

ASOS

48: What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider?

Hot chocolate

49: Do you make wishes at 11:11?

Nope

50: Are you a good artist?

Noooooo

51: Love really is a beautiful thing huh?

If you say so

52: Do you miss the way things were six months ago?

No 6 months ago was a lot harder for me

53: Ever been on a golf cart?

Nope

54: Do you have trust issues?

Yes but they’re a lot worse right now

55: Ever stayed up all night on the phone, with who?

I was texting my ex until about 8am

56: Do you own something from Hot Topic?

No, I don’t think there is a hot topic near me

57: Do you use chapstick?

Yes

58: Have you ever slapped someone in the face?

Yes

59: Do you have a little sister?

I have 2

60: Have you ever been to New York?

No, I haven’t

61: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

At the time yes

62: Have you hugged someone within the last week?

Yes

63: What were you doing at midnight last night?

Chatting to my mutuals

64: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

Yes but not because of them but because I was drunk 

65: Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Not just one person

66: Were your last three kisses from the same person?

Lip kisses? No, but any kind of kiss then yes

67: Have you kissed anyone in the last five days?

Nope not romantically

68: Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone?

Never slept with someone else but I really want to

69: Will next Friday be a good one?

I hope so

[assignedmale]

"Stéphanie Bondu’s lips are everything you would think they were : they make you feel at home and they taste like honeydew chapstick. I had no clue I needed the touch of these lips so much until now.It’s because, you see, Stéphanie Bondu has been my best friend since fifth grade. We had countless sleepovers before tonight. She was there for me during my first heartbreak, and I was there for her that time she had under 90% on a ministerial exam. So, you know, I should have known about these lips. They were right under my nose. Well, under her nose, technically."

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I wrote a YA novel!! About Ciel and Stéphie!! It's called "Wish Upon a Satellite" and I will be posting new chapters (there are 20 in total) every week on Patreon. The first few chapters are public!

The novel tells the story of 14 year old Ciel, who has the bad habit of developing crushes on everyone they get close with as a way to find validation : their love for their best friend Stéphie reaches new heights ; their confidant Liam, the knight in shining armor with a fondness for astrology, has already said no ; Jayden, the cute cheerleader from their science class, isn’t really their type but his friends are already shipping the two.

At the same time, Ciel’s classmate Viktor starts sharing around the nudes that his (ex-) girlfriend sent him. Soon, the entire school sees them, an experience from which no one will emerge intact. As Ciel navigates the complexity of finding love and validation within their own support networks, they will find themself making compromises no one should need to make in order to feel like they belong.