#oh my gosh these hashtags

[1796samuel-seabury1729]

im gonna . oh my GOD .

[pelipper]

The moment when you realize you have more pictures of a fictional man in your #husband tag than photos of your actual spouse. 🫣

[x-heesy]

Wonderful I could cry 😭

Du haut de notre duo

Des hauts, des bas

De nos débats

Poursuivons ensemble l'intelligible

Dans cette ivresse qui vient la nuit

Lorsque le soleil se cache

Nous marchons vers une fin certaine

Elle se vengera enfin

De s'être faite souillée

Toutes ces années

Lorsque le soleil se cache

Elle a raison

Elle cessera enfin

De fermer les yeux

Dévores nous somptueuse merveille

Tu balaieras ensuite

D'un coup de vent

D'un coup de pluie

Nos restes et nos débris

Ta place est partout

Attendrir les rebords

Immoler les remords

Et ce son toujours qui se glisse

A nos oreilles

Il est là

Imposant

Cette grâce, cette aura

Fermons les yeux

Pour le sentir plus fort

Il est pleinement là

Femmes de ce monde

L'heure est venue

Etre ici, c'est ma place

C'est la tienne, faisons hurler nos voix

Pour que crève les meurtriers

Faiseurs de génocides

Humains et animals

Nous ne pouvons plus fermer les yeux

L'heure est venue

Immolons les remords

Dans un avenir meilleur, il n'y en a plus

Mais cet avenir meilleur, dis moi

Que son heure est venue

Car c'est presque triste

Mais je n'y crois presque plus

From the top of our duo

Ups, downs

Of our debates

Let's pursue the intelligible together

In this drunkenness that comes at night

When the sun hides

We are marching towards a certain end

She will finally get revenge

Of being defiled

All these years

When the sun hides

She's right

She will finally stop

To close your eyes

Devour us sumptuous wonder

Then you sweep

With a gust of wind

With a sudden rain

Our remains and our debris

Your place is everywhere

Soften the edges

Immolate the remorse

And this sound always slipping

In our ears

He's there

Imposing

This grace, this aura

Let's close our eyes

To feel it stronger

He is fully there

women of this world

The time has come

Being here is my place

It's yours, let's make our voices scream

For the murderers to die

perpetrators of genocide

Humans and animals

We can't close our eyes anymore

The time has come

Immolate the remorse

In a better future, there's no more

But this better future, tell me

That his time has come

Cause it's almost sad

But I hardly believe it anymore @frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut 😭

L'intelligible by Potochkine 🇫🇷 v5.0

[mad-hunts]

if barton tried hard enough, he thought, imagining himself being literally anywhere else but the warehouse right then was easy. this place was never meant to be lived in for an extended period of time after all; despite the fact that it had appliances that you might see in an every day home like a fridge.

it put him on edge instead of at ease, and it certainly didn't better barton's mood when he stayed in it either, after all. but so long as he was allowed to dream within it to some degree... it was tolerable. plus, he had company here, courtesy of nico, jack, and barton also supposed jervis counted. nico had complicated feelings towards the doctor, though, and spending time around jack whilst in it thus far gave barton an unfortunate impression; which was that his own son was made nervous by him.

and the irony of it all was, barton only gathered that because he could feel cognitive empathy towards him. something that didn't include feeling but reasoning. therefore, the hopes of him somehow patching that up with jack someday were drastically decreased. barton vaguely listened to jervis respond to what he'd said about him being in the warehouse solely because of them; all of the words but one not quite having any actual impact on him, this being 'nightmares.'

the smell of the yuja tea that jack prepared for jervis, as fragrant in the air that it was, seemed to be the one thing keeping him from being sucked down a unpleasant train of thought. for someone who didn't feel human half the time, barton sure as hell experienced his own fair share of seeing 'ghosts' from the past and mourning the way some things had gone in his life. and regret, as well as sorrow, were practically intertwined in every single 'normal' person's life that he'd known.

speaking of regret, once he'd closed the curtains, something from the small cabinet hanging on the wall next to them fell to the floor. barton picked it up and was immediately reminded of why he kept this photo here instead of at his home. hiding it away helped alleviate the pain of not only loving someone and losing them, but also knowing that at the time it was taken, everything seemed fine.

'my 19th birthday party - spent right, with my handsome fiancé!' was written on the back in marcy's handwriting. barton felt like screaming and smashing something simultaneously. the photo was instead placed in his pant pocket, whilst he dragged his hands down his face and thanked his lucky stars that jervis wasn't exactly expecting any big conversations from him. barton's hand flexed by his side before he was changing his shirt, wondering just what the hell he was supposed to do after seeing that again.

grief was a thing he'd never been able to pend down how to deal with 'appropriately,' unfortunately. from marcy, to the momentary blink of an eye that felt like his bittersweet friendship with yves, to his son julien's death - barton thought he'd be destroyed by all of those losses for the longest time. but he supposed he was still here, god willing, or laughing at him more like if such a being did exist. barton noticed the fabric that was splitting on the blanket and how jervis very much appeared to be in his own world.

it was at that moment that he reached for something in that same cabinet he'd opened to change his shirt, finding that sewing thread and needle he'd stored in there long ago. barton kept it there because the shirt he was wearing had actually torn at some point and he'd fixed it. though, he had no use for it now, so he decided to put it on the edge of edge of the cabinet if jervis wanted it. but he didn't really know what he wanted. that night seemed to be a series of gut punches now as the other touched upon how jack was a good person and barton should be proud of him.

he blinked several times as he felt this sensation like something ugly was swirling within him. jack had always kind of gotten the short-end of the stick, and for what? ❝ ahh. well, sometimes i've found myself practicing behaviors towards him that my father used to use on me... but i try to stop myself when that happens. jack has come a long way, as the first time i met him, he was a scared two year old who was on his own with his brother. but now jack's a young man and very brave, despite maybe still being scared sometimes. ❞ barton cleared his throat then, ❝ that's normal though. so yeah, i am proud of him. ❞

barton turned his attention back to jervis and tilted his head at the other's sluggishness. being vulnerable like that surprisingly didn't feel too nerve-wracking, as he added just a bit more to the equation. barton gave the iv bag jervis was hooked up to a good squeeze, ❝ hmm. are you still in pain, jervis? or are you just tired? ❞ he observed the other silently and looked down at the cards before the both of them. that is, before barton heard jervis approve of him reading his fortune.

he drifted a hand along the cards then. choosing one that felt 'right' came without much difficulty to barton, and when he did, the reversed 'wheel of fortune' card for jervis's past. the next card he chose was the reversed 'six of swords' for jervis's present. barton flipped the last one for his future and was greeted by 'the sun,' which made him let out a soft 'huh' and smile a bit. ❝ well... i hate to start off with the past when you got this card, but i guess we have to. ❞ he was about to start interpreting jervis's fortune when jack came back into the room with the breakfast he promised the other. well, talk about convenient timing.

Jervis merely rolled his eyes at Barton’s remark, fingers biting into the fabric of the blanket as he pulled it around his shoulders like an old shawl. The plush material was a little threadbare at the corner; a tear disrupting the otherwise seamless fabric.

Sea-green and white plaid. Utilitarian, impersonal.

It sufficed perfectly; his thin frame was almost terminally intolerant to the cold. 27 years in Gotham had failed to inoculate him against the frigid rains and bone-chilling air sweeping off the harbor.

“Trust me, I’m well aware where I would be, if it weren’t for you both. I see enough of the place in my nightmares… so I don’t require any reminders.” He flexed his fingers around the teacup, feeling the warmth seep into his hands as he cautiously tipped the liquid into his mouth. It had a strange, but not unpleasant consistency, like warm, thin honey that slid smoothly over his tongue in a tangy blend of sweet and sour. Tiny bits of softened citrus peel floated in the syrupy mixture.

Barton’s IV pole scraped slightly along the concrete floor, a sharp metallic sound that mingled with the sudden rasp of the curtains being jerked shut. The room was clean and sparse, a sterile space designed to be free of clutter, yet a faint, telltale mustiness clung to the air—a lingering scent of damp fabric and stale dust that disinfectant alone couldn’t quite mask. Beyond the makeshift partition, the rest of the warehouse stretched out in vast, dark emptiness. The floor was cold, unpolished concrete, marred with cracks that split like spider webs. Dim, flickering fluorescent lights cast a harsh, uneven glow, barely cutting through the haze of dust that swirled in the air.

But, of course, beggars couldn’t be choosers when it came to hideaways—especially when you’ve learned to take shelter wherever you can find it. Or when you were part of the criminal element.

How far he’d come and how little had truly changed.

Jervis glanced across the room at where his coat, shirt, and gloves rested neatly on the desk, carefully folded with almost surgical precision. He flexed his hands again around the teacup, feeling the phantom prickle of sensation where the wool-lined leather should be—an exposed vulnerability that gnawed at him, made his skin itch with invisible grime.

He sank his teeth into a particularly broad piece of yuja peel, the bitter tang releasing as he bit down; meanwhile, Barton’s voice drifted in one ear, out the other like the static hum on a faulty wireless. He chewed slowly, savoring the rind as he turned his attention back to the small tear in the blanket. Nodded intermittently.

Jervis’ callused, scarred fingers found the frayed edge; the fabric was worn thin and splitting, and he traced it absentmindedly, feeling the uneven fibers beneath his touch. For a moment, his thoughts shifted to the sewing kit buried somewhere in his bag, imagining the small spool of thread and the thin, glinting needles; each one ready to pierce the fabric and pull it back together.

As if stitching this small wound would make any real difference, he thought bitterly; like it could somehow soothe the cold reality pressing in on them from all sides… It was a small, pointless task, a flicker of control in a situation that felt like it was slipping away, unraveling faster than he could sew it back together. He knew it wouldn’t ameliorate anything—wouldn’t solve the problems looming larger than this tiny, frayed corner. And yet, his fingers lingered there, desperate for something tangible to fix; something he could make whole again, if only for a moment.

Jervis gave no reply as Barton moved to change his shirt; blinking hard as he gazed down at the floor, but the darkness behind his eyelids refused to stay empty. Flecks of indigo light bloomed in the black, shifting like dust motes that twisted with each beat of his heart. The room swam as he opened his eyes again, the ceiling blurred and murky like the styrofoam cup Alice stored her wet paintbrushes in. He scratched absently at the IV in his arm, feeling the tug of the thin plastic embedded in his skin but barely registering the discomfort. The bright pinpricks danced at the edges of his vision, trailing like little comets whenever he turned his head.

“You ought to be proud of him, I imagine. Your son… he seems like a good lad.” Jervis’ voice was a wisp of silk, smooth and thin, like it might unravel into nothing if he spoke too loudly. He tilted his head slightly, almost resembling a marionette on a slack string, the hint of a smile touching his lips but never quite reaching his eyes. He ran a finger along the rim of his teacup, the motion delicate and deliberate as he pondered Barton’s final query.

“Hmm… can you?” Gray eyes blinked slowly, the lids heavy and sluggish, further dragged down by fatigue. The question lingered in the air, softly innocuous. He glanced over at the tarot cards Jack left behind on the desk—arranged in a rough, careless spread, but somehow feeling deliberate, as though the cards had fallen exactly where they were meant to. The edges were worn, curling slightly; the images esoteric, half-familiar symbols. Stars, sun, moon, cups and swords, animals and human figures rendered in faded colors.

He paused, gaze narrowing, subtly curious despite the exhaustion that weighed down his expression. For a moment, his hand tightened around his teacup; twitched like he might reach out and touch them, as if by brushing the surface he could glean some hidden answer buried beneath the painted ink.

‘Why, they're only a pack of cards, after all.’

His grip on the blanket slipped momentarily, fumbling at the worn edge before he reached for his collar instead. He dug beneath the charcoal fabric of his T-shirt, searching with a practiced motion until his fingers found the tarnished silver chain again. He drew it out slowly, the weight of it comforting against his skin as he absently ran his thumb over his and Sylvie’s rings, threaded side by side on the links.

The metal was dull, no longer shining with the luster it once had, but it carried a certain softness now, smoothed by years of worry. His eyes dropped for a second before he let the chain slip back beneath his shirt. “By all means, if it tickles your fancy…” Jervis gave a short, rough half-shrug, the motion stunted as though his shoulder couldn’t quite decide whether to follow through.

[yenqa]

SO AMERICAN! | where you meet tsukishima and—wow you are so american.

♫ – currently playing… olivia rodrigo

warnings – profanity, reader is learning japanese and is american if u couldnt tell! reader is called pretty

pairing – tsukishima x fem!reader

a/n – hashtag semi hiatus! anyways i was reading an ao3 fic while listening to this song and it sparked smth in me so enjoy! (did my research on culture shocks btw guys!!)

word count – 571

You’re smiling at him like you know him.

Tsukishima doesn’t know you. He’s just seen you for the first time when you walked into the gym–presumably to become the manager for the club next year.

It’s starting to worry him, you haven’t been properly introduced, only your eyes have met a few times, yet you don’t hesitate to smile every time you make contact.

You’re not in the same class. But he can tell by your mannerisms that you’re a foreign student. You talk a little louder than most, and your Japanese is accented but not enough where he can’t understand.

He knows he’s spot on when you go to greet Daichi with a handshake, he can see you firmly grip his hand which catches him off guard.

Y/n. That’s your name.

It’s a pretty name he admits to himself, you’re a pretty girl so it fits. He doesn’t acknowledge that–or tries not to.

You’re standing in front of the whole team being introduced to everyone, waving and smiling like you’re old friends.

He can see from his peripheral vision when they all bow that you’re unsure of what to do. You awkwardly tilt your body down too, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

It’s cute.

He’s disgusted by himself, he thinks that something is up with him.

Shaking his head, he starts his warmups.

He tries not to keep his eye on you, but he can’t help it.

You’re holding a clipboard now, there's a paper on it he can’t see, but he can tell by your furrowed brows that you’re still struggling a bit with reading.

Making an excuse for himself, he walks up to where his water bottle–luckily right next to where you are, turns around and takes a sip of it. He’s standing right next to you now, reading the same paper as him.

Your eyes scan left to right on the paper, he laughs.

Whipping your head over, you ask, “Is something wrong?”

“Right to left, we read right to left.” He speaks a little slower than his usual pace—hoping you wouldn’t be offended.

You aren’t a smile grows on your face instead. “Oh my gosh–I was wondering what was wrong this whole time!” You laugh at yourself, thanking him quietly before restarting, eyes moving right to left this time.

“You’re so american.” He mutters, a chuckle comes out of him as he says it.

“Is that a compliment?” You ask, the paper is discarded now, your full attention is on him.

“Whatever you want it to be.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder with no real force behind it, “Whatever Kei.”

He doesn’t miss the fact that you’ve called him Kei instead of his surname. He brushes it off as another mistake, you’re new to the country after all.

Later he hears you complimenting “Kageyama and Hinata”, your voice is still louder than what a normal student speaks, and you’re gushing about their skills, to their faces. But then he looks over at you, and you two make eye contact.

He almost misses how you wink at him, it's a teasing one but it still makes his heart flutter. Then as quickly as you looked over, you looked away, a bright smile present on your face while you talked to his other teammates.

It’s definitely not fair of you to make him feel this much. Because he might just fall in love.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[my-writings-and-musings]

The always awesome @stratofall006 and I did an art/fic swap and I asked for Earthspark Bumblebee with a sparkling strapped to his chest. I was not disappointed to say the very least LOOK AT HIM!!!

I was so inspired, in fact, I just had to write a short little something based on the image. Set sometime after Season 1 where Bee and Breakdown have had a bitlet and our beloved Scout is trying to teach his students. I couldn't think of a name for the bitty so just use your imagination.

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"Kids, my optics are up here."

The five Terrans seated before him in their makeshift outdoor classroom all shrunk upon being called out, but Bumblebee was hardly angry even at the umpteenth interruption. He couldn't blame the kids for struggling to focus, as the tiny bundle strapped to his chest was taking up a sizable chunk of his own attention as well, and they were all struggling to return to the old routine now that he was no longer carrying. Most of his negative emotions were bound up in how delayed Optimus had been in informing him that Breakdown would be needed for a field mission today, leaving him to multitask between teaching and parenting with almost no forewarning...

"Sorry, Bee." Twitch apologized sincerely, big orange optics bringing a soft smile to his face as she tried not to look at the sparkling.

"We really are trying!" Thrash added just as emphatically, making his teacher chuckle in appreciation. If nothing else, their commitment meant a lot to him. The bitlet on his chassis stirred at his laughter, compelling him to look down as her tiny servos flexed for the sky and her stubby pedes kicked in amusement.

"She's just sooo cute!" Hashtag spoke up, saying what they were all thinking. Bumblebee couldn't deny he and Breakdown had produced one of the cutest bitlets he'd ever seen, and that in her harness said cuteness was on full display, rounded frame bouncing in the straps as her optics continued to look around her audience. He was about to try and redirect his class when Hashtag squealed once more at the adorable antics. "Look, she's sticking her tongue out!"

Blowing a messy raspberry for no particular reason, the bitlet quieted when he directed her stubby servo to her mouth, compelling the little one to nom on it. Trying to get the class back on track, the Scout turned teacher turned parent remembered where he'd been interrupted and got back to teaching.

"I know she's cute, but we've got a lot to get through today. Back on topic; the key to remaining undiscovered is to focus-"

"How precious, she's waving at me!" Nightshade interrupted as they clasped their servos together, once more bringing attention to the sparkling. Bumblebee couldn't deny the way they flapped their arms was beyond amusing, and he began to wonder just how on Earth he was supposed to get through his lesson as Nightshade returned the gesture with a polite wave of their claws. "Hello there, little one!"

"Kids-"

"She's waving at me now!" Jawbreaker gushed as the bitlet swapped arms to wave in his direction, compelling Bumblebee to sigh as he completely lost control once more. Not having the energy to keep this up much longer, he considered telling Optimus that unless he wanted the Terrans to fall even more behind on their training, the big bot would start planning to schedule a babysitter when he pulled bots for mission duty. He already knew Breakdown would be handling most of the sparkling related chores tonight...

A tiny sneeze against his chassis brought him out of his dissatisfied quiet, instincts compelling him to check over the sparkling even though he found she had merely had a tickle in her nose. To his students, however, each new action was the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Their glowing optics told him that a sneeze was no exception.

"Oh my gosh, I got that on film! Let me share it to the group chat!" Hashtag proclaimed as she rapidly tapped away on her tablet, sharing the video with everyone in their circle as the group once more descended into chaos. Sighing as he briefly dipped into the background, the Scout offered a digit to his sparkling and allowed her to chew on it as his students all vied for her attention. Not having the energy to handle much more, he decided to cut his losses and accept that the lesson was done for the day.

"Alright, everyone, let's just... enjoy a day off for now. We'll take it from the top tomorrow." he announced over the din of five excited Terrans, who were now focused on going through the digital album of pictures and videos they'd put together of his sparklings short but precious existence. Not too put off by the chance for a well earned rest, he sat down on a broad stone and allowed the bitlet to continue nomming on his digit, glad that at least one bot was focused on him.

[seongclb]

— enhypen when they marry a fan on live to make their s/o jealous !

idol!enhypen x reader, established relationship au, fluff & no warnings.

hi guys! hope you enjoy my first work <3

♫ sunshine girl by jakob

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

oh gosh

definitely would tease you but at the same time shower you in affection bc he just finds it so so cute that you’re jealous over something like this AAAAA

you’d probably be sitting in the corner of the room while he was on live, reading comments.

at first, even, you’d probably be studying rather than paying that much attention to your boyfriend

but your ears perk up at your boyfriend reading a rather concerning comment

“heeseung will you marry me for ten seconds?”

he lets out a giggle.

and slightly glances at your expression where you’re sitting with a raised brow.

he smiles back at the camera and starts counting down from ten.

you would have scoffed if not for the fear that the fans would hear

as soon as the live ended, you look at him with straight face

“what is it, love?” you almost throw your notepad at the smirk on his lips

“love?” you question. “shouldn’t you be calling your wife that?”

he’d probably walk over to you and wrap his arms around your crossed arms and place a kiss on your forehead :(

“i divorced them bc of how cute you are”

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

i don’t think jay would ever think to do something like this to his beloved himself

he was on live with jungwon and niki who read the comment “jay hyung, a fan asked if you’d marry them for ten seconds”

jay would be hesitant but after seeing a playful expression on his two younger members faces, something irked him to play along

he knew you were at home watching so he suddenly thought about how fun it would be

“sure!” he smiles and counts down from ten.

now, when he gets home he expects to be questioned on why on earth he would agree to that

but instead

hes punished with silent treatment

oh boy does he work for you to give him attention

“y/n, it wasn’t even me! jungwon and niki read it out! if i saw it i wouldn’t have even read it!”

can’t sleep if you don’t talk to him

if you talk to him but you’re still evidently mad, hes gonna cling onto you like a koala when he sleeps

meaning you’re stuck there until you show him some love bc hes never gonna do smth like this again

will probably tell of jungwon and niki for no reason 😭

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

sigh

the type to say “10 seconds?? i’ll marry you for way longer” with a wink or something

or even something like “you only wanna marry me for 10 seconds? that’s a shame, i won’t even be able to give u what u deserve”

deadass would say smth cheesy you can’t fight me on this one and it would be merely for the reason that he knows you’re eventually gonna see it even if you arent rn

and that’s exactly what happens

you probably won’t have seen it for like the first day but since you’re so obsessed with your bf, you follow his name hashtag on like every social media platform

so when a certain video in particular is trending on every single one of those apps, you know it’s bad. you know who you’re dating after all

at this point, jake doesn’t even remember what he said so when you angrily go over to his dorms, phone in hand and ready to scold him, he’s like “when did i even do that?” which only makes you more mad

then when he realises omg he gets so excited like “AAA i’ve been waiting for this”

and then just smothers you in kisses and hugs bc you’re too adorable and no one else compares

*crying* but so are you bc you’re wondering how many more fans he’s gonna flirt with for the rest of your lives together

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

this mf omggggg

would def do it with the hopes that you’ll just be so cute with him afterwards so he could just tease you

and tbf that’s what he ends up getting so for him it’s like a success

not only would he agree to marrying them but tbh i think sunghoon would do a bit more

like hugging the camera, bragging about his looks knowing the fans would comment all sorts of things etc

he would just do the most for no reason.

“aww is my baby jealous over a ten second relationship with a fan who i’ve never met? that’s so cute” *cheek pinch*

you’d whack away his hand and pout

“that’s all it took for you to marry someone else :(”

he laughs at all your responses but part of him actually feels bad

he gives you a bit of secret reassurance like before you go to sleep, he’ll cuddle you a bit tighter and say sweet things to you

“you’re so perfect, baby, i’m so lucky to have you.” “i don’t know what i’d do without you, my cute baby”

lots of cheek kisses and pinches

LORDDDD 🙏

soft hoon unleashes in the night

in the day he goes back to “which fan should i let have me for today” to which you throw a pillow at him for

[dimpledimpleinthesky]

Oh.

The way he said ‘Baby’ 😩😩

[mamirhodessxox]

One request. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Angry black suit cody. 😍😍😍

That's all.🙃🙃🙃

Ask and you shall recieve shnookum 🤓☝️

Settle Down

Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Desc: Cody fires himself up during his Monday Night Raw promo which results into Y/N having to help calm him down backstage.

Contents: Fluff, Cussing, Y/N being a sweetie, angry cody 🤗‼️ (No smut in this one since next oneshot will include smut)

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“The Rock, took to instagram last week following up with a very entertaining rock concert, too bad he didn’t wanna be here tonight..” the crowd booed “Rock referred to himself as our favorite heel..?” Cody’s voice echoed throughout the arena talking & saying “The nature boy rick flair was a heel. Rock..I don’t think you’re a heel I think you’re an asshole..” Cody scowled directly into the Camera while standing inside the ring as if you two were making eye contact despite the fact you were backstage watching this all go down on the tv that laid against the wall of his dressing room.

“Haven’t you been crying behind the scenes this whole time? I mean once that hashtag came out once they started chanting something else, you went and CRIED to your buddies on the TKO board ‘HEY HEY! This is gonna be some good pr for the rock I need to save wwe’ god knows look at thise house we sure needed saving right?! He said it’s gonna be this great pr for the rock until it wasn’t..” Cody ranted while circling around staring directly at the live camera & you immediately noticed that he was beginning to fire himself up the more he spoke.

“Rock, the TKO folks said to you oh my gosh yes rock yes put on your gucci shirt your muscles will look so big YES YES YES YES! The reason they said it is because they are YES people they are enablers they don’t tell you like it is, so I’m going to.” Cody scoffed as he went on another tangent on how he could admit many things on the Rock but then he pissed himself off so much to the point where he started becoming more verbally agressive “Rock you are also a terrible Salesman a carny succubus and for those who don’t know what that means..Your a whiney BITCH.” He snapped.

Y/N sat in the dressing room staring directly into the fury of his eyes right through the television screen, all this talk about the rock had genuinely started becoming angering to him & bothersome that he somehow managed to upset himself the more he spoke. “You haven’t been in the ring in real time action in YEARS! And April 6th the BELL is gonna ring! What happens rock when it rings? Are you gonna have all that Big Dwayne Energy or LDS?! Little. DICK. Syndrome!” He shouted while all of the fans within the arena started Chanting, Cheering, Shouting waving around their signs while even the announcers chuckled to themselves.

For the rest of his promo he continued ranting, shouting & even going as far as making a sudden deal with The Wiseman Paul Heyman, threatening to pull a Homelander & rip out his throat if he didn’t get to the point which left Paul a little shocked. Once his promo for the night was finished You immediately left the dressing room just as he rushed his way backstage huffing and puffing mumbling with Jey & then approaching you hut you held up your hands that lightly knocked against his chest about to speak but you shook your head

“Cody I can tell you’re pissed off, You upset your own self just by talking about Dwayne alone & before You do anything like take off the suit, get comfortable, go to the bus I need you to grab some water & take a breath.” You spoke softly as you noticed his hands were shaking in irritation and inner rage before he took a deep breath & exhaled while nodding.

“Good. Now let’s get you out of that suit & into the bus before Pharaoh looses his mind..” you pat his shoulder while you two went to the dressing room. You helped him get undressed and for a moment he just legit stood there with boxers on ranting his heart out “Had the nerve on him to mention MY mother y/n and complain about me shedding ONE tear ONE SINGULAR TEAR but this entire time he’s bitching and WHINING to TKO” he started shouting a bit while you folded his suit & packed it away. You turned around & started shushing him softly and pat his chest “Baby your yelling, Settle down okay? I know your pissed hell I would be do if someone talked about my parents like that. But I need you to lower your voice, your throats gonna go raw. Like Monday.”

Cody chuckled at the corny joke you had made to help cheer him up while pulling him into a warm hug as you practiced deep breathes with him “Thank you sweetheart I don’t know what i’d do without you.” You smiled shrugging “I don’t know either.” He snorted and pressed a kiss against your lips “alright now pipe down a bit.” You laughed before giving him one more kiss.

Cody was not an easily angered man, until things like his parents or loved ones getting mentioned but when he had You around? He was going to go a long way when you knew how to calm down in the right ways.

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[theamityelf]

Because I'm in a Naeouma mood, I would like to know how a Makoto and Keebo swap would be like please

Wait, I missed this ask! 🤣

Swap as in Makoto is a robot? Or Makoto-the-person swaps with Keebo? (I'm going to assume the latter.)

If Makoto is just another human but happens to wake up in the same room as Kokichi instead of Shuichi or Kaede, a part of me still wants to imagine him doing some miraculously clumsy tumble out of his locker where he bumps his head and everything, just because I think it would be funny to have Kokichi react to that. (My initial thought is, he'd probably make fun of him to his face and then leave, but he'd make sure to tell someone– probably Kaede and Shuichi –that "Some dork died in there," to make sure someone goes to check on him.)

But supposing Makoto doesn't fumble right off the bat and they both make it out of the locker normally, I think (in the absence of a robot), Kokichi would process that he doesn't remember how he got here and this confusion would be externalized at Makoto's expense.

So Makoto goes, "What's going on? Where am I?"

And Kokichi pretends to be shocked, like, "You mean you don't remember?"

"Remember? I...I think I was being chased...? And then...I don't know. I just woke up here."

"You don't remember the trip here?" Basically, Kokichi asks a bunch of probing questions to see if Makoto's memories match his, and Makoto answers with complete honesty. And then, once Kokichi feels he's learned all he can from Makoto, he goes, "Oh jeez, this is bad! I can't believe my boyfriend lost all this memories!"

"Boyfriend?? Really?! I...Sorry, I...I really don't remember you at all! What's your name?"

Kokichi bursts into tears, and Makoto tries his best to console him, completely bewildered, but then Kokichi abruptly stops crying and says something to the effect of, "Oh well. If you don't even remember me, I guess that means I can start seeing other people. Unless you can win me over again, of course. Bring me gifts!"

Only then is Makoto like, "Wait, were we actually dating, or...?"

"Of course! You think I would lie about that?"

"Then...what's my name?"

Kokichi pauses, then smiles and says, "Oh, this is a good time to tell you: I lost my memory, too."

"Then...!"

Shuichi and Kaede walk in, and Kokichi introduces Makoto as his boyfriend, and that becomes one of his more consistent lies, alongside "My organization has a lot of people" and "I'm enjoying the killing game." He regularly calls Makoto his boyfriend, saying things like "Don't talk to my boyfriend like that!" and "Miu, are you accusing my boyfriend? (insert extreme, off-the-wall insult)" He still pairs off with Gonta a lot, and if Makoto ever expresses curiosity or concern about what they're up to, he'll make some joke about Makoto being jealous.

Heaven help Makoto if there's ever a situation where both he and Kokichi don't have an alibi, because Kokichi will be like, "Oh my gosh, sweetie, we're both suspects! Hashtag CuteCoupleThings."

[changingplumbob]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Choose a sim of your own that you consider your/a fave, then choose one sim from three (or more!) different simblrs, now imagine what those sims would be like in a room together? Who's walking out first? Who's staying the longest? Who would get along? Who wouldn't get along at all? Elaborate as much or as little as you'd like :) (p.s please feel free to share this to others, anon or not, and feel free to use the hashtag " SQOTD "! I love seeing everyone's answers and reading them makes my day ~ 💛 ) (p.p.s I saw you ask for the best friend ask, be on the lookout for that sometime soon :))

Oh my gosh I have so many ideas I'll have to put them under a cut!

Brunch Date

First up we're going BIG! I'm talking time to ship up every single member of the York family to go and meet the Alegria family by @matchalovertrait! Wouldn't be too massive of a trip though since we're mostly all in Tartosa.

I suspect Devin and Dulce would get along. I think Aaron would probably be a bit too pompous for Erick to maintain a conversation with. I'm guessing Noemi would probably not mind talking to Calista since they're both family and career women. Angel would probably be the one helping Joey make sure Alfred and Rilian are having fun.

Supernatural Hang out

Sending my werewolf Samir, his boyfriend Reece, and the Knightstone's to try and make friends...

They would be meeting up with Caleb and Morgan by @marcishaun, as well as Lou and Lux by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants.

As well as Priscilla, Tony and Moumou by @eljeebee and the Bohan family by @aliengirl.

First up Moumou (who's a cat if you didn't know) would be surrounded by all the younger sims. The youngest would probably just all be sitting there making imitation cat noises. I like to think Silas would be interested to meet Carina and Orion and have a million questions about how they manage to look both human and alien at the same time.

Blue would tell Adam how he carried a pregnancy and Adam would storm off in horror for several reasons. First off Adam doesn't want more kids. Plus he's hot headed. Then of course Adam hates UFO aliens getting humans pregnant and would probably feel like the tale hits to close to home, even though Rhea and Blue made their kids with love. Suzanna however would be fascinated to learn about the process.

Priscilla would likely try to cheer up Caleb about being a vampire while Tony would probably try to impart some wisdom about being a human in love with an immortal to Morgan.

Let's be real Samir would probably sit there brooding the entire time but Reece would undoubtedly be chatting at a million miles an hour with Lou and Lex to try and learn all he could about real werewolves.

EDIT: I forgot my main point which is I think most of them would enjoy talking about plants and gardening and nature.

Animal Get Together

Cluckton would be hanging out in a park with Matilda from @sharona-sims...

Le Chat by @akitasimblr, Nougat by @kissalopa and Daisy by @lauralovelysims

They would get up to mysterious animal things

Universes Collide

Amiyah and her siblings by @deardiaryts4 are invited to the Chopra Homestead!

I would invite the other Rahul but I think things could get awkward if Amiyah's parents show up considering her Cassandra is best friends with the woman who married and then divorced Rahul...

I think Amiyah would spend the time trying to teach Savannah and Mercedes how to dance and would probably give them several make overs. Cassandra would find it fascinating to meet these alternate universe Rahul offspring where as Rahul would probably be a bit creeped out.

Casual Drinks!

Sending Joey to meet the infamous Ben Ben by @slightly-ludic for a night on the town! You know Ben needs a drink after that Jungle Adventure!

Of course we're also inviting Astrid by @simmerbeans and Stan and Milena by @stargazer-sims.

A lot of the talk would revolve around travel and what different countries are like. I think Astrid would love talking to Ben and Stan, Joey would do his best to comment on the conversation but secretly be eyeing up whatever single ladies are in the bar. Of course Joey and Ben would say some dopey stuff earning them eyerolls from the other three. I think the younger ones would benefit from time with Stan and Milena though, get some life lessons.

[harufluff]

'oh god, not again' 이희승

warnings - suggestive, cursing

genre - gamer!heeseung x fem!reader

a/n -

yes i have another heeseung for you. please enjoy :))

'fuck were gonna loose.'

your boyfriend says, talking into his mike while he plays his game very focused.

'im gonna fucking loose? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU LITTLE SHIT.'

you giggle in the background while laying down on your shared bed with your boyfriend. he hears you and smiles to himself, not taking his eyes for the screen while he as quietly as he can types on the keys, trying incredibly hard to win the game.

'what was the sound in the background? oh its y/n. she's trying to sleep but im not really helping.'

the chat was going off. everyone knows who you are, its just a matter of how much. some of your boyfriends long time viewers knew almost everything about you, whether they or you liked it or not. but everyone who watched heeseung's lives knew that...

you are the love of his life. he talks non stop about you and sometimes if he's really lucky, you come on the live for a few minutes.

gosh now you were awake. you grabbed your phone to see the notification that ‘heeplaysgames has started their live stream!’.

you sigh as you get up from your laying down position, planning out in your head how you’re gonna get past heeseungs facecam without being seen.

‘y/n?? you getting up jagi?’

heeseung says sweetly looking at you who is off camera. you can imagine the comments and what people must be asking. “WHO IS THAT HEE” “IS THAT Y/N?!??!”.

a ding goes off from his computer seconds after he asked his question. heeseungs eyes move from you to the computer screen as you both hear the robot voice say,

‘hoonisbestwow donated $5!!’

then the voice continues,

‘hyung i want you to know that i will steal your girlfriend from you one day. she’s too pretty for you lmao’

you laugh in amusement. you know you’ll never leave heeseung and he knows that but sunghoon knows how to get on his nerves. it’s hard not to laugh at it every time.

‘fuck you sunghoon. you’ll never take her away from me’

he says, eyes now not moving from the screen. he continues what he was doing before.

‘i’m not an object you know’

you say in response to sunghoon and heeseung fighting over you. you always question how guys can be so ignorant when it comes to girls.

you finally decide to just do it and walk out of the room. heeseungs chat has seen you before so whatever…

‘wait y/n-‘

you hear heeseung say before you closed the door to your shared room. sometimes you wish you didn’t make the decision to move in with your boyfriend. late night screams were not all that great to fall asleep to.

you made your way to the kitchen, planning on making yourself some tea. you open the upper cabinet where the cups and glasses are to grab yourself two mugs.

you wanted to make this fast so your could get back to your room, but that’s when you realized the struggle you were about to face.

you couldn’t reach…

a minute passed of you deciding weather you wanted to just try and jump or weather you wanted to be smart and grab a stool. you didn’t the stupid choice and chose to jump to get the cups.

two arms came and wrapped around your waist before you were about to start jumping, stopping you from the attempt.

‘that’s a really stupid idea you know’

’‘yea yea i know. i just wanted two damn mugs though.‘

he laughed at your remark. you bluntness never seemed to make him laugh. together, you made your teas and started to head back to your room.

‘thank you, love.’

you hummed in approval as he quickly kissed your cheek and cutely sort of ran back to the room so his stream wouldn’t start questioning things.

the closed the door behind him and went to stand by his desk, this time you being visible on the facecam. the chat started going off

“HEESEUNG SHES SO PRETTY” “HOWD YOU GET HER” “#OUTOFYOURLEAGUE”

‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN HASHTAG OUT OF MY LEAGUE!?!?’

you giggled at the chats kind comments. you leaned down and pecked his lips for a little bit too long, showing the chat that he was off limits.

‘i am out of your leauge’

you said walking away from him. his expression changed into a surprised one before he said,

‘ok that’s it for today guys. i’ve got something to take care of…’

©️ Harufluff 2023 | Do not copy, repost, or claim any of my works.

[x-heesy]

@faccaldo 🤤

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which one is your favorite? 🤍

selected by @kalermagazine

📷 by @josselin

model @charleenweiss

Credits above

[sassy-radio-hazbin-queen]

Scene.

Alastor antlers are stuck in the Railing and he can't get them out.

Everyone else is down outside.

Charlie " Oh gosh Alastor are you ok"?

Alastor" I have my antlers Stuck in this damn Railing cause I was trying to get to your father and I can't even get out. OF COURSE IM NOT OK"!

He sees Angel with his phone and groans. " Angel I swear to Lucifer",

Lucifer " What do you swear to me"?

Alastor" Nothing you moron it's a phrase.

Lucifer crosses arms " hmmph"

Alastor" Angel you better not be filming this".

Angel" Don't worry I'm not. But your totally trending on Sinstragram.

Alastor stops struggling " Wait what"?!

Angel" Yeah Vox just posted a video I think he is watching us".

Alastor looks and sees a camera " of course he is. What does say"?

Angel" Vox says Hashtag Bambi getting Railed". Angel burst out laughing.

Alastor blushes" Well you tell him umm Hashtag im going to pound your ass till you can't walk when I get out of here". Starts struggling again.

Angel frowns " You sure you want me to say that"?!

Alastor " Yes do it"!

Angel " ok here". Says what Alastor told him too.

Vox messages back.

Angel" Umm Vox says don't make promises you can't keep".

Alastor" Wait he wants me to pound him"? " Umm send back no seriously take off the video or Im going to pound him".

Angel sends that to vox. Vox messages back again.

Angel " ok this time he said now he definitely doesn't want to delete it and he has asked if he could bring his favorite toy"?.

By now Alastor is beyond confused. " Just hold let me pull out here damn this embarrassing" he calms down and his antlers shrink. He shadows to Angel dust.

Alastor reads Vox message and blinks. " Umm why does he want to bring a toy does he want to be pounded by that"?!

Angel" Hold on let me ask him". Angel types to Vox. Angel" Vox says yes please this is my favorite dream come true".

Alastor" Tell him he has weird dreams and to come here so I can pound him and get this over with. Lucifer my head hurts ".

Lucifer " well what do you want me to do about it".

Alastor " AGAIN IT IS A SAYING I AM NOT ACTUALLY TALKING TO YOU"!

Lucifer 🖕

Angel" I told Vox and he said he will down here in a few".

Alastor " good fine whatever"!.

Later on the Hazbin hotel gets a knock on the door. Alastor opens the door to see Vox in Sexy lingerie

Vox" Hey Bambi Daddy I'm here to get pounded" shows sex toy.

Alastor face.

Basically he does his radio feedback in this gif.

Alastor slams the door shut and runs to his bedroom. Vox is knocking angry. " HEY YOU PROMISE TO POUND ME NOW GET DOWN HERE AND FULFILL YOUR PROMISE"!

Alastor yells " I MEANT BEAT YOU UP NOT THAT KIND OF POUNDING 😫😫"

Charlie " I'm sorry vox it's never going to happen though could I borrow your lingerie it's for Vaggie".

Vaggie 😳

Vox " Sure " takes it off. Alastor comes back down for a second to see Vox naked. " AHHHHHH THIS IS WORST NIGHTMARE COME TRUE".

Vox " that makes two of us I thought you were going to pound me".

Alastor " AHHHHHHH". runs to his room.

Vox snaps some clothes on himself and leaves.

Let's just say Alastor didn't leave his room for 7 days 😂😂😂😂

[cherryc1nnam0n]

I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?

Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!

I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!

The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him

"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way

"Hey" you said

"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth

"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes

"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you

You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"

"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any

Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you

And he intended in ruining you tonight

"Want some company?" He spoke again

"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse

"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him

You have in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this

That was your first mistake...

~•~

"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind

An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now

"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal

"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him

"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side

His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips

"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"

"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming

You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone

"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."

~•~

Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone

He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...

Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room

You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits

"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back

The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair

"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you

You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"

"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"

"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered

You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you

"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people

Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"

You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"

With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...

~•~

You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same

You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room

Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left

"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked

You nodded "Sure, why not"

You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie

"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered

"You can't do that"

"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"

You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"

"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"

He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...

"What?" Was all he could say

You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears

He fucked up...

~•~

At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...

When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it

"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly

"What the fuck?"

"Shit I'm so sorry I-"

"Yeah fuck that"

The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name

Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly

"You can't seem to get about me baby..."

"I could never, but I hate you..."

"I know, let me fix it..."

You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...

"Okay... I'll let you"

"Good... Thank you" he said

That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again

"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly

You smiled, kissing his lips softly

At the end, you could change him...

[tfemultiversenewsletter]

*You heard a Weird Garbled Transmission appearing in the corner of your monitor*

*You opened the Channel, and you see the footage of a Rusty old Chevrolet Sedan with no driver door, a missing front wheel, muffler dragging across the ground spewing Blue fumes and leaving a trail of oil behind*

*In the driver's seat is either Frenzy or Rumble wrestling the steering wheel and singing along to a song about how terrible this car is with Jingle Bells' tune on the radio while what seems to be a cogged D-16 But only less than 7 feet tall is holding on to the trunk lid and back bumper for his dear life*

Oh my gosh Hashtag showed us that Rusty Chevrolet video- ALSO WHAT ARE THOSE FOOLD DOING?!