#on GOD i gotta go do my homework now. but if i DO learn how to do video editing my first one will probably be;

[hballegro]

man if i get good at making silly video edits you'll all be sorry. then ill be able to paint, write, draw, animate, AND make silly videos. it'll be so over

now i need to finish learning juggling. it will complete my character development

[ak4e7a]

those pictures of hoon are making me go insane. he is so fine.

i can’t stop thinking about him coming home after his kbs performance and he’s impatient, slightly frustrated, because you’ve sent him some enticing pictures and texts. he does, after all, look too good. and so when he finds you on the bed, he slowly unbuttons his jacket, staring at you with hungry eyes. don’t even get me started on how slowly he undo’s his belt 🤭 yeah he’s tying you up with the belt

hana how could u do this to me like actually ...

obviously i have no choice but to elaborate 😋 (i finished my cardiology homework so i could give this my full attention)

⭑･ﾟﾟ･:༅｡.｡༅::✼✿ smut under the cut ✿✼:༅｡.｡༅:*･ﾟﾟ･⭑

hoonie baby: i'm so fucking mad at you

you: i didn't do anything this time

hoonie baby: oh, so did our dog walk on your phone screen and accidentally send me a text that said "babe you look so sexy today i wish you'd come 2 me and cum in me"???

you: oh haha yeah i sent that huh... oops :)

hoonie baby: you're such a fucking brat, y/n

you: i know, want you to come fuck the brattiness out of me. will you?

hoonie baby: y/n not now. i'm in the car on the way home. can you please not be a fucking tease just this once. just give me ten minutes, you brat. i'm already rock hard

you: i'm just preheating my snack baby, don't mind me <33 can't wait for you to cum inside me

the typing bubble appears for a second, then disappears. you rub your thighs together in anticipation, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come home. it takes all of your willpower to not slip your hand into your panties and take care of your problem yourself, but luckily it seems like your boyfriend rushed home with the way he's barging into your bedroom sporting a massive bulge in his trousers.

"you little slut," he mutters, eyeing you with pupils darkened. he takes in your form on the bed, dressed in a black lace lingerie set.

"you like it?" you ask, playing with the strap of your bra. "look, we match!"

he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he begins to unbutton his top at a speed that makes you want to rip his clothes off his toned, muscular body for him. "why do you insist on acting like this every time i leave the house for more than four hours?"

"because my boyfriend is the hottest man to ever walk the planet and i want him inside me? what part of that is hard to understand?" you retort, crossing your arms which only pushes your breasts up higher on your chest.

"god, you and this fucking mouth," he says, more to himself than to you. "what am i going to do with you, baby?"

"you'll fuck me?" you ask, doe-eyed and pouting as you bat your eyelashes at him.

he hums in agreement, tossing the jacket to the floor before torturously removing his black t-shirt. "lay back, then, sweetheart."

your eyes flutter shut as you follow his command. he kisses you slowly, hungrily, letting you unwrap yourself for him. faintly, you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling. before you know it, your arms are above your head, wrists bound by the leather that previously adorned his slim waist.

"hoonie," you beg, kicking your feet uselessly. "please, no, please, let me touch you."

"no, baby, you gotta learn to behave somehow. now take this cock like a good girl–you're lucky i'm even fucking you right now. behave and i'll give you my cum."

he pushes himself into your soaked cunt and begins to fuck into you, but his thrusts are so shallow that you're only getting the tip and less than half of his length.

"sunghoon," you whine, although you remember you're supposed to be on your best behavior. "please, more, put it all the way inside!"

he clicks his tongue at you before snapping his hips hard. "like that, slut? is that enough for you?"

"yes, just like that!" you cry out, wishing more than anything that you could tug at his soft brown hair. "faster, need it faster, please, hoonie!"

he laughs darkly, sucking a hickey along the column of your neck. "beg for it, princess, we've got all night."

[ghostsbimbo]

𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 - cαptαın john prıce x college student! reαder

warnings: so much fucking angst :) author's note: it's a coping fic for college stress, don't judge me. also, please note, y'all are getting my major which is Early Childhood Education. The math is FUCKING difficult. also <3 word count: 608 [ not counting lyrics ] inspired by: part of verse 2 of burned out by dodie.

I am burnt out, I smell of smoke It seeps through her cracks and so I start to choke Sentences sit in her mouth that are templated You waited, smiling, for this?

it was your first semester back to college after taking a much needed break from school. you were still a freshman considering how poorly you did prior to your break, and right now, you were sitting in your shared bed, surrounded by notes and homework.

Price looked on with worried eyes. It was easy to tell you needed a break, considering you were a full time student and had also recently started a part time job that was within your major.

You let out a soft, shaky sigh as you stared at the plethora of papers of the subject you dreaded the most: math. You were an Early Childhood Education major, the math class was basically you learning the secrets that teachers knew about math and how to teach them in a way kids could understand, and yet you were stumped on the subject. learning how to teach math should've been easy! but nope, it wasn't.

You were currently on the verge of tears when you heard a cough which startled you. you looked up at the door way and seen your very concerned boyfriend with his arms over his chest.

"maybe take a break, love?" John suggested calmly as he walked over to the bed, carefully moving your papers & notebook - god why did your professor give you so many note packets? - which was met with a headshake and a few tears rolling down your face.

"c-cant...it..I gotta get this stuff done." you whispered.

John let out a soft sigh, understanding how you felt, but he knew the damage the overwhelming amount of work was being piled onto you was doing. He gently took the papers and grabbed the folder and neatly put them away before grabbing your notebook, calculator and pencil case and putting them into your book bag.

"you can return to them tomorrow, lovie, please just take a break for the night." John was basically demanding you to take a break at this point. As soon as he did that though, you basically let yourself move into his arms and start crying.

"I can't do this anymore, John. I want to be a teacher so bad...but I can't...I can't even get this fucking homework done." You cried into his arms, which just resulted in his arms wrapping around you, lightly rubbing your back.

He let out a soft sigh as he heard your stomach rumble. "How about, we get you some food and get you taken care of, yeah?" He suggested gently, trying to get you to calm down. He knew how you worked when you were stressed - you neglected all basic needs until the thing that was causing you stress was gone, sometimes going as far as to not shower - He didn't wait for an answer, heading for the kitchen to make you your favorite tea, and grabbing a takeout menu, considering he'd much rather order out so he could be near you in case you needed him.

“But they love you” Over and over, “They love you” Thousands and thousands of eyes just like mine Aching to find who they are "Oh, they love you! Oh, you can feel how they love you" Coated and warm but that's all they can do Words only get through if they're sharp

It'd been about a few hours now, your stomach now full of food, bed with clean sheets, and you now squeaky clean. You had fallen asleep after the shower, curled up to Price's side. He was carefully texting the group chat he was added to - by Soap, nonetheless - telling the three to only call him if needed for the next few days, not giving the reason why, but he was going to help you get back to your normal self - starting with getting you to contact your supervisor to explain the situation.

The boys all understood without even needing to be told what was going on - something with you, and you were his top priority when it was possible.

[11queensupreme11]

First of all, Merry Christmas queen (in Colombia we are already celebrating it until tomorrow's and maybe until 26, if the alcohol allows it 😌) hoping you got a good day and a good new year (and other catholic stuff, that I don't know if you like them so ... Poseidon's bless you? Hades? Don't know, tits and cream for you queen)

AHAHAHAHAHA

I love it

Suffer, dumb bitches, learn to fucking get care of things without children and then come back when you are really adults

Not happening I see, for Hera stupid words of sending children to do her homework

Just gotta love

Percy: under the sea 😊 oh look, a beluga brings me a pearl necklace, thanks so much darling, come with me, in my way to be the literal propaganda of Poseidon (no intentional) and that he isn't so bad 🥰 oh, the not really royal family is waiting for me to lunch, here I go ☺️ gotta love life when you're a princess 💕

PJO Poseidon:

PJO Hermes and Hades:

PJO Hera, in her way to make things worse as she always does:

Good, I hated them, when they're suffering I'm happy 😊

And Poseidon's pov? Cheff kiss queen, now that's what I call forced empathy, he deserves it, all the mother of his child's that dies trying to impress him celebrated

(poor mortal world... It isn't their fault the gods are such a picky bitch)

(Comedy is that I love Poseidon 😅)

Anyway, you know, there is something that worries me

Queen, how much for Nico's safety? I have like... 1 dollar, ramen and photos of TikTok tits, what do you want?

I repeat, I'm not saying he NEEDS to be happy, just like, alive and not being tortured :D

Amazing character queen, love your work

i love how you're still begging for nico's safety >:3

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I won't elaborate on my fancast for Leo it explains itself -Danny Words: 2,152 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Polaroid' -by Imagine Dragons

VII. Save Money on Valentine's Day, Become Unlovable

"What Luke told you back on the Princess Andromeda, about starting the world from scratch... that really got to you, huh?"

Annabeth makes a face. "My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris."

"That brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?"

She sighs. "No, Seaweed Brain. That's hummus. Hubris is worse."

"What could be worse than hummus?"

"Hubris means deadly pride, Percy. Thinking you can do things better than anyone else... even the gods."

"You feel that way?"

Annabeth takes a moment before replying. "Don't you ever feel like, what if the world really is messed up? What if we could do it all over again from scratch? No more war. Nobody homeless. No more summer reading homework."

"I'm listening."

"I mean, the West represents a lot of the best things mankind ever did—that's why the fire is still burning. That's why Olympus is still around. But sometimes you just see the bad stuff, you know? And you start thinking the way Luke does: 'If I could tear this all down, I would do it better.' Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?"

Percy and I look at each other. "Um... no," he admits. "Me running the world would kind of be a nightmare."

"I agree," Percy gives me a playful glare, but I add: "No, I mean, I don't have what it takes. Leaders have stone-cold hearts."

"Hubris isn't your fatal flaw, then."

"What is?" Percy asks with curiosity.

"I don't know, Percy, but every hero has one. If you don't find it and learn to control it... well, they don't call it 'fatal' for nothing."

I shiver at the thought of having a weak spot that could kill me, but what can be dangerous for a girl like me? As long as I stay out of everyone's way, my flaw has no reason to put me in danger.

When Leo says he wants to look for Festus, Ara decides to join him. It's obvious he doesn't want company, but she won't let him go alone, not when something's after them.

She's half expecting the walk to be awkward. However, Leo's asking so many questions now that it's just the two of them again that she gets comfortable rather quickly. It doesn't feel like she's talking with a stranger, which is weird, not even Percy felt this way so soon into knowing him.

"So, what's your deal, exactly?" He fidgets with a couple of screws. "What does it mean, being the daughter of Olympus?"

"That I protect Olympus."

Leo gives her a sideways glance. "Your job isn't to fight monsters and do quests, then? Is it something more important?"

"You got it backward," she sighs. "That's exactly my job. The gods hand me tasks directly, or used to before they shut down Olympus... I go on quests and lead their armies."

Ara almost sounds bored when she talks about it, but she's only trying to hide how anxious it makes her, to have all that control over her loved ones. She didn't want to boss around her friends, she wanted to be their dependable hero.

"What happens if you fail?" He asks, the screws in his hand are ignored for a moment.

"If I'm breathing and can move, I gotta keep going."

"But my question is what happens when you can't continue a quest?"

Ara stares at him blankly. "If I fail, it means I died, there is no other option. I may be called the daughter of Olympus but the gods are not my caretakers. It hasn't happened though, lucky me."

Leo's amusement quickly vanishes. "Man, so you could die if we fail this quest?"

"Yeah. But I agreed to this."

He hesitates. "You might be a little too insane for my liking, and that's saying a lot..."

"Maybe I am," she heaves a sigh. "But I did it so they would stop using my friends..."

"How old are you?" Leo frowns.

"Fourteen... and a half," she adds as an afterthought.

"What!" He raises his voice. "And you're a General? I don't even have a driver's license!"

"And that's such an impediment now that you're flying a dragon," she replies sarcastically. "Don't be dumb."

"If that's an order, General, I'll have to transgress it," he taunts her. It's crazy how quickly Leo can switch from being upset to acting all funny. "That's the one thing I do perfectly, don't take my dumbness away." 

Ara sighs again, not sharing Leo's easy-going attitude. He tries again, he doesn't know why, but he likes listening to Ara's voice. It soothes him and makes his mind go slower. "So... why did the gods say yes? Why not choose someone older?"

Ara's brows knit together, she's heard this question many times before and knows that it makes sense, but it still annoys her. "I was the only one asking for it. Percy made his wish, and I still had mine, so I used it for this. The children of Olympus had been er... discontinued. I brought them back."

Leo tries to ask the following question without sounding rude, it's not coming easy. "So were you... powerful enough? Is that why they said yes?"

"I was good enough, yeah. It's a slow process, years and years of training. I convinced them 'cause I had a special set of skills."

Leo's hands are back to fidgeting. "What skills?"

Percy hides our ship behind a large rock wall, so in order to get to the top, we have to climb.

"Okay. Who first?"

They glance at me, of course they'd want me to go first, keeping an eye on the weakest link is the wise thing to do, but I'm not looking at them, I'm examining the wall.

"There's a path," I inform my friends.

"What?"

"You're hallucinating, Birdy..."

"No. Follow me."

Usually, when I insist there's something I can do, they let me try. I hold onto the nearest edge, and after that, I just keep going up. I stop only when I hear someone calling my name many feet below me. I look down to discover I don't have vertigo. 

"Why aren't you coming up?" I frown. "It's safe!"

"You're moving too fast, we can't see where you're stepping!" Annabeth pants.

"I'm fast?" I look at my hands. "Cool!"

"You don't use the lava wall back in camp, do you?" Percy raises his voice so I can hear him.

"Silena doesn't let me, she thinks I'll get hurt!"

"Well, I think she has to reconsider!" He grunts.

Festus landed on a pile of portable toilets, and both teens stare at the mess in disgust.

"Talking 'bout good fortune, huh?"

"If we had one of those cranes here it'd be easier..." Leo looks around with a scowl.

"I can climb his back," Ara steps forward, then stops. "Maybe throw snow on it before we..."

"What?" Leo puts his hand on the dragon's surface, then he jumps back. "Oh, right—ouch," he says in a not-so-convincing tone. When he notices the way she's looking at him, he tries to make up an excuse. "I'm very sleep-deprived."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Lying," she steps closer to him.

He smiles like he finds the conversation absurd. "Doll, I really got no—"

"You may think I'm an air-headed Barbie, but I can tell you're full of shit," Ara seizes his wrist. "I'm tired of you and Piper hiding things from me. Tell me what's your deal, or I'll lock you up in one of the squeezed-out toilets."

Leo complains loudly as Ara squeezes his wrist. "Okay, okay! Dang, you're stronger than you look!" He scoffs. "You have to promise not to freak out, alright?"

"You better be honest," she lets go of him. "Don't worry about me, I've seen a lot of weird stuff."

"Okay..." he rubs his wrist. "I... I make fire," Leo scowls at her. "Now's when you point fingers and call me bad names."

Ara stares at him, her gaze is calculating. "Nyssa told you their superstition, didn't she?"

"No, I just guessed I'm an omen of tragedy and bad fortune!" He replies sarcastically.

"So rough life for you too, huh?" She tilts her head, ignoring his defensive tone. 

Leo nods once, still scowling. "Good ol' demigod life."

"Well, it's not the end of the world, and I would know that. I witnessed like, three of those," she tells him. "Can you make fire out of nothing?"

"Yes," he opens one palm and small orange flames envelop it. "But I don't do this trick at parties, y'know? For obvious reasons."

"Yeah, because you don't get invited," Ara reaches out. It is real fire. "It's okay. Chiron will know how to help you."

"You think he'll want to? Because I'll be honest here, I need the training."

"I'll do it if he doesn't. You won't get better if you don't practice, and I owe it to you," Ara stretches out her palm. "Deal?"

The fire dies on Leo's hand. He stares at her unblinkingly. "You sure? I can be really hard to handle."

"I'll manage," she decides to tease him into shaking her hand. "What, afraid of getting cooties?"

Leo smiles. "Afraid of passing them, actually, but if you insist..." 

He reaches for her hand and shakes it. 

Tyson invites me to help him build Percy and Annabeth's chariot and I'm happy to assist him. We work side by side, and Percy and Annabeth win the race.

"We couldn't have won this race or got the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to our friends, to..." Annabeth pauses and looks at the Cyclops.

Percy catches my eye and his smile widens. "My baby brother and sister! Tyson and Ara!"

Before I know it, I'm being lifted on someone's shoulders and Tyson's holding my hand. When we reach the winner's platform and I'm placed between Percy and Tyson, I feel accepted unconditionally.

Percy reaches for my hand and squeezes, I make a promise that I'll treat him as my brother forever. "We should talk later," he says under his breath.

He has a strange glint of determination in his eyes. You know when someone says "later" but they mean "never"? Well, Percy isn't that type of person. Later meant fifteen minutes forward.

Chiron and him are waiting for me in the Big House, and Percy's holding a phone. "You have a call, Birdy."

"Did I do something?" I look at Chiron without understanding.

He points at the cell phone. "Don't keep them waiting."

"Hello?" I speak in a little frightened voice. 

"Hi, Ara," my heart does a somersault, it's Sally Jackson.

"Hi!" I reply, too excited to even question why my friend's mom wants to talk to me. "Did Percy tell you about the rock wall? I'm the fastest climber!"

"I heard you helped Tyson build a chariot, too."

"I helped Percy sail a pirate ship too! And I used my Charmspeak with Polyphemus before he could rip off—" My friend shakes his head frantically, so I change the subject. "Why are you calling me?"

Sally takes a moment. 

"Well... Percy and I talked..."

I glance at Percy. "Yeah? About what?"

"You liked staying with us during Christmas, didn't you?"

"Yeah! Can I go this year too?"

"How about staying the whole year?"

I'm sure I misheard that. "Sorry?"

"I've talked to Chiron, and he can help us with the paperwork to make it happen. Percy and I agree, having you around felt right."

"Wait, make what happen?" My heart's crawling up my throat.

"We want to adopt you, Ara."

"I-I'm not an orphan," My face is getting redder.

"We know."

"I told those things to Percy 'cause he asked, I wasn't trying to—I didn't use charmspeak!"

I'm embarrassed. I mean, when your friend hears your sob story and suddenly he's like "Suprise! I'm giving you this thing you told me you wished more than anything!" It kinda feels like he's just shutting you up. I didn't want it if it was out of pity.

"Ara," Percy intercedes. "We have more than enough to welcome a second regular-size kid into our home. Having Tyson around made us realize that."

"But I can't protect you like Tyson," I insist.

"We don't want that," Sally says. "Having you is enough."

They're asking me not only to stick around but also to use their name. Be part of their family forever. 

I look at Chiron with hopeful eyes. 

"Can I?"

Their bodies light up in a golden hue as soon as Leo holds her hand. Ara snatches her palm away in panic, looking at the boy as if he's got two heads.

"What?" Leo stares at her anxiously. "Did I burn you?"

"I'm fine!" She replies high-pitched. "Good talk! Let's—let's fix Festus now!" Ara turns to face the dragon so Leo can't see her blush. 

Gods, if her friends could see her now... No. This is not happening. That was not golden.

"Dammit!" She kicks the snow. 

Leo's climbing the dragon but he stops halfway. "What?"

"I'm having a moment, stay out of it!" She snaps.

The boy stares at her, half-amused and half-worried. "Why are the prettiest girls always so crazy..."

"Shut up!" Ara blushes even more.

She's dreamed about this moment for quite some time, but Leo's timing is downright inconvenient at this point, so denial it is. Ara isn't gonna make things easier. It will be the slowest slow-burn the Fates have ever had the misfortune to witness.

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[justablah56]

oh god hi. gothweebcleats here again. i’m finally catching up to the new episodes (still only on 47!! i’m dragging my partner through them) but dear god

(also using canon pronouns rn im a lil put of it LAWL) (also also warning possible sad ahead)

honestly i loved LOVED!!! freddie whipping out taylor’s emotions in hell or high father. like. yeah taylor’s a good fun kid he takes very little seriously and he likes himself and that makes for a charismatic sorta dude that seems like he doesn’t really think much. but god no this kid since day one has been wanting his dad he’s so curious he can barely contain it ‘there’s an empty spot waiting for you where are you’ he loves his mom so so much and she will never be a replacement she will never fill that hole. dad where are you. dad there you are and my first impression of you is terrifying. all i hear is fighting and my friend and i need to be safe we need to get out. my friend left himself behind for you and youre telling me to leave him forever? dude that sucks. no wonder you werent around. i wish i didn’t remember you anymore and that there was a different you here taking care of me

and also thinking abt lincoln. link who loves his dads more than anything. link who thinks knows how important his dads are to his wellbeing, that he wont be safe if his dads arent there. link who grew up and learned his fathers were people too. link growing up and seeing his dad’s mistake firsthand link growing up and seeing that he has to fix his dad’s problem. link knowing his dad cares for him link knowing his dad doesn’t care for him correctly (don’t get me started on grant) link knowing his dad will always love him link knowing his dad will never love him enough.

ykw we’re gonna do the other two as well (as i get closer to current episodes i get Immensely Sadder)

terri marlowe grows up without a dad (there’s an empty spot in my brain; i don’t remember anything before first grade…). a man comes by when she’s 12 and asks for money (we have the same nose (?!) ). her mom yells him out of the house (she never yells, what’s going on??) and they leave the state three weeks later (mom where are we going? … mom??). scary starts at a new middle school somewhere in california (i grew up in illinois). she joins the soccer team (they’re nice enough). her mom gets a boyfriend (ew) and apparently he has the same name as her (double ew!!!). scary wakes up the next morning clinging to a man she doesn’t remember for the sake of hurting a man right in front of her (i want to be mean). she does not spit vitriol during dinner (this chicken is gross..) and she does not warm up to him (i won’t not ever never ever no no no) and he looks like he wants a hug but he goes for a high five instead. scary marlowe has to take a second as her boundaries are respected. scary marlowe hates terry stampler jr with a passion that will never end.

okay so i gotta be real. i’m not.. the biggest oak family fan. henry was my least favorite of the dads and if i look at normal too hard he’ll start looking back and then my eyes will fall out of my head as i try to avoid looking in a mirror. however. normal growing up and his parents (and their friends) liking his sister more. not loving never loving ‘we love you both equally!’ but. normal starts liking citrus candy because his sister doesn’t and that’s all she leaves in the bags that marco brings. normal wearing hero’s hand-me-downs. normal’s mother giving hero the first cookie from the batch every time (even though they aren’t very good anyways). normal’s dad spends, like, every afternoon with hero but it’s totally, like, okay and cool, like, i have homework to do anyways, like, by the time they get back i’ll be snoozing from how hard i was hitting the books haha. normal assuring his parents to put hero first because they will anyways and at least then he doesn’t feel bad about it because now they don’t feel bad about it and see everyone is happy!!! see everyone is having a good time!!! everything is fine nothing is wrong nothing ever will be my parents love me and that’s all that matters

okay i need to finish my partner’s christmas present now i took a break to do this and it’s been. a Hot second. hope u r having a nice weekend aether :) happy holigays

ough oguh ough absolutely eating this up btwwww OK BUT YEAH . taylor in that episode man ,,,, hurt me so much ,,.,..,.,. him just being sad and showing even just a bit of vulnerability and that no , it's not all ok . *I'm* not all ok . ough sobs about Taylor Swift (not that one) forever and ever he is everything to meeee

and linc :( Linc realizing his dependency on his dad's and their failures in raising him ,,,, her realizing that they aren't perfect , they're actually both super fucked up , and as much as they tried not to , they fucked him up too . man ....

waough scary ,, , your whole little analysis here is sososo important to me bcs ough yeah :( scary not knowing her dad as anything other than the one thing that can make her mom yell , and yet attaching to him over Terry . dismissing it bcs cmon he couldn't've been that bad , he must've just had a bad day . I must be remembering it wrong . but really she's just afraid that Terry could be just like him - anyways ,,,. scary makes me so 💥💥💥💥

normal ,, but that's so real like Henry is probably my least favorite of the dads and then normal ,, I cannot look upon him , he is too just like me fr fr /neg . but yeah :( him being upset about being the second choice so he starts to convince himself it's because he wants hero to be the first choice . that it's fine , he likes being second anyways . hes happy to take heros leftover candies , they're his favorites anyways . oh yeah hero can go out with Dad and uncle lark , he has homework he has to be doing anyways . ough normal ,,,,

anywayssss hope you were able to finish your partners present !! hope your weekend was also v good and I wish you happy holigays :3

[brandogenius]

ok i’m so sorry if im bothering you but i have so many thoughts on this so here’s some ideas for younger artist

-interviews with the boys

-stressing over fame/albums/writing

-maybe needing help with school before or during tour if we think they may have done like a trial run on the early days of the tour to see what it would be like

-needing them or one of them to pick up reader from a highschool party bc their drunk(you don’t have to do this I just thought it be cute as a one-on-one between one of the boys especially if it’s early in their friendship and it helps them bond)

-more indept abt going through the yearbook because that was so fun to read

-the boys sticking up for them when the label is pushing them to much, when a crew member or someone is being unfair, or someone (probably a man😭) is making them uncomfortable

-reader getting hurt on turn (broken bone or something maybe like lucy’s concussion)

stuff like that are just some ideas, but ok i’ll leave you alone now I know that’s a lot but this trope means sos much to me for comfort , i love the way you write them 😭🤚🏼

DO NOT BE SORRY AT ALL LOVELY!! i LIVE for these inbox messages i love them so much!! pls keep them coming !!! you don’t gotta worry a out annoying me (you’re not!!) keep spamming me as much as you want!!

I LOVE AJAHJDKDD

they really step up with the sibling role for real, picking reader up from parties. depending on who picks them up it could range from a stern ish type of “be careful” to a “have fun?” type of thing

omg the school one ! helping them with maths homework, reader getting stressed on the tour has and one of the boys helping them understand the work (another one on one bonding moment with the boys but i can see it either being lucy or jb)

oh my god the yearbook YEAH!! just having it around in the table like one of those decorated books you find on a coffee table. coming out of your bunk to find lucy reading it in dept like a novel, head poking out of the book like “you didn’t tell me you were a theatre kid???. you win the talent show too? i’m learning so much new lore about you”

oh god- if ya has an accident best believe the boys would be FREAKING OUT. whether you could’ve fell off stage or fell out of your bunk 😭 all of them panicking “DO YOU NEED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL?! ARE YOU OK? HOW MANY FINGERS AM I THROWING UP” and readers like “huh?” just dazed and disorientated and it has the boys SWEATING NERVOUSLY. wondering how to tell your parents “hey your kid just broke their goddamn leg on tour- yeah we were supposed to be minding them but umm”

oh absolutely about the label one!! maybe you ended up at a different label than the boys, so they try to help you separate labels and come join them knowing it’ll be much easier. getting in a crew members face when maybe one of them was being really unfair - uncomfortable towards you - man ended up being fired that NIGHT period

[aajjks]

How would your JKs react to Y/N being soft towards them.

For example: Bunny look! “I love you and I wanna take care of you! 😘😘😘🥰🥰😍😍😍” *kisses his hand*

TPOL Jk! “What does getting laid mean, you mean going to Hawaii, right? Of course I love you my darling.” *gives him a kiss on the cheek*

BC! Jk(with the others): “Alright alright, I’ll prove it that I love you. So what do you want to do to me right now?” * does their homework*

FC! JK(with the others): “Please don’t faint when you see me, it makes my heart hurt. Also, who wants to read books about our history to learn more.” *pulls them all in for a hug*

Otherworldly club Jk(with the others): “So who wants to learn about taxes?” *pouts* “I gotta learn so I can be an adult.”

Royal Club Jk(with the others): *comes up to hug him*“Hey, would you like to walk to the garden with me, I love snowdrops.”

Spidy Jk: “Would you like to wrap me up and tell me you love me?”

Fear JK: “May I be yours, because when I look in your eyes I see forever.”

The boy Jk: “Whoaa you are so cool, I wish you could be free so you could give me cuddles.”

Choice Jk: “Uh, Uh, yea forever is where I can see myself.” *gives him a small smile*

Scream Baby! Jk: “Hey wanna play get-out-of-this-place and go get some ice cream?” *giggles and runs out before he can get the chance to speak*

Mommy issues! Jk: “I would love to be yours so Jeonseol can have a sibling, my love.”

Teach me JK: “Alright, love but you got to graduate in order to be my man.”

Destiny! Jk: *blushes* “Man you got me there… you got me there.”

And of course TC! Jk: “My darling dove, you must be tired from all those meetings, may I recite a poem I wrote?”

(Girl I am running out on what to say for your Jk’s help)

bunny!koo: “noona, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT’S EVER HAPPENED TO ME AND YOU ARE THE BIGGEST BLESSING I HOPE TOGETHER FOREVER I LOVE YOU. You are my heart. You are my everything. I love you so so much.”

tpol!jk: “do you know sweetheart? Sometimes you have a tendency to speak in weird sentences that are beyond my understanding but yes, we’re going to Hawaii. Aw I love you too. You’re so cute.”

bc!jk: “HA! Are you a masochist? do you really love me she’s even willing to prove it! DO MY MATHS HOMEWORK AND SCIENCE HOMEWORK AND I’LL BELIEVE YOU. DON’T FUCK WITH ME.”

fc!jk: “YN *faints*

fuck my life- Seokjin”

oc!jk: “I have no idea about the taxes, but with you, I can learn about anything… my love. TEACH ME ABOUT TAXES SO I CAN BE AN ADULT.”

rc!jk: “y-yn!!!! What a surprise- Really? I LOVE SNOWDROPS TOO SURE LET’S GO.”

nwo!jk: “do you want me to tangle you in my web because I am willing to do that.. to do that would be my dream-dream come true..”

fear!jk: “you were always always mine, but SURE!”

the boy!jk: “so you find me cute promise you’ll never leave me?”

choice!jk: “shut up yn.”

scream baby!jk: “ice cream sure I think I’m gonna diet these days… WAIT WHERE ARE YOU GOING? COME BACK I’LL CATCH YOU.”

Mi!jk: “Really please tell me you’re not lying oh my God he’s going to be so HAPPY I AM SO HAPPY WE SHOULD START MAKING A BABY RIGHT NOW.”

teach me!jk: “oh, teacher noona… don’t worry about it… I’ll graduate soon and be your man.”

destiny!jk: “don’t laugh I am not kidding marry me.”

Tc!jk: “ my love, whenever I see your face I start feeling better immediately, but yes, please I really want to hear your poem and after you’re done, I’m going to recite my poem, that I wrote it’s called golden.”

[secondgenerationnerd]

Milagro Colin first date 💕

D’aw!

(For the record—She asked him out 😂😂)

———————

When Milagro had marched into the living room that afternoon, head held high, and asked him out, Colin had no idea what to expect. Dinner for sure—he needed almost as many calories as the twins, and Milagro definitely loved her food too. But he expected a diner or even a nice-ish sit down restaurant.

Instead she’d taken him to a hidden gem—a food truck with the best tacos and fajitas he’s ever had. Of course, as a New Jersey boy, his option doesn’t matter quite as much as the Texan latina in front of him. But she’d told him how she and her brother found this place years ago. How it’s a secret no one else on the teams know. Except him now. He’s not sure why, but that makes his heart flutter.

Conversation came easy to them. Once they got past school stuff, they’d geared toward the various hero gossip. At the moment, the giant crush their teammates, Jai and Lian, have on each other.

“I swear they’re blind!” She laughs, “Like Jai’s always liked her, but I swear Lian’s become more oblivious. I think she should just tell him.”

“She could dance naked in front of him, still wouldn’t click.” They both laugh, knowing their friends will figure it out sooner. Setting his tinfoil to the side, Colin leans forward, arms resting on the table, “So, Mil, I gotta ask—Why ask me out?”

She smilies, mimicking his posture, “Would you think less of me if I said it’s because you got hot this summer?”

“Absolutely not, worked hard for the glow up.” He teases, then sobers, “That’s not the whole reason though, is it?”

Sighing, Milagro picks at one of the chips, “I love the others but…I don’t think they understand what it’s like to be…forced…into this life. Like, I know some of what Damian went through, but….they all grew up surrounded by heroes. For them, it was carrying on a legacy. But I was 10 when the ring chose me.”

“What do you mean?” Colin asks. His hand covers her across the table. Goosebumps prickle her skin, despite the warm night.

“The rings choose their wearer. Each colors different, but for the Green Lantern Corps, it’s willpower. Being able to overcome great fear. Not being not afraid. Being afraid and doing it anyway.” She sighs, “A new wearer is chosen after the last one dies. Got to learn that in front of the league…”

They sit in a comfortable silent, Milagro remembering how scared she was, her brother reassuring her everything would be okay. Colin speaks softly, “How long had Jaime been back?”

She blinks at him, “A few months, why?”

“That’s why you got your ring. Your parents said you were the one person who never gave up that he was alive. I can’t imagine how scary it must have been. You never gave up and never let anyone tell you what to believe. Still don’t. It’s something I admire about you.”

“Not scarier than Bane and Scarecrow—”

“Don’t do that.” His words are soft, but firm, “What I went through doesn’t minimize your pain.”

“…If you could go back, stop it from happening, would you?”

Colin considers the question, “No. For a bunch of reasons. The biggest one is the team itself. I agree with you…The others never really had to think about what a regular life would be like. Well…Jon maybe but I don’t think that lasted long. But…do you remember the first Christmas as a team?”

She nods. Images of his face when he walked in to a pile of presents—clothes, shoes, decorations, toiletries, games and toys— make her smile. He’d hugged every adult there, trying not to cry. Her mother held his face and told him God has a plan for his life.

“The parents didn’t have to do that for me. But they did. I have so many adults who love me now. Like when I wonder about my parents and why they left, I call Dick. When I need homework help, Wally or Clark. Hell, Bruce made sure I got tested for dyslexia to help me out. And when I’m angry at God, I can call Roy and Jason to let out steam.”

His last confession sits between them. On their team, there’s a mix of religious beliefs, but Colin and Milagro are both Catholic. They usually pray to themselves before each meal, or listen to Mass in their rooms on Sundays. She knows he lives in an Catholic orphanage but…she’s never heard anyone else talk about being angry at God.

“I get angry at God too.” She admits. “Just…with everything that we’ve seen and been through…I want to scream when people say ‘he gives the hardest task to his strongest soldiers.’ I want to scream at them that God expects too much from children.”

“I know.” He agrees, squeezing her hand, “There’s times when I answer a domestic call or save a kid from an abusive family. People say how lucky it is I was there. But why does it have to happen? I was one of those kids. I didn’t need some superhero to save the day. I just needed someone to notice.”

More silence, then he shakes his head, “When I get older, I want to be a foster dad. I want to be who I needed to kids like me. Even if I’m not a hero anymore. I can still help.”

“But for now?”

“For now I will use the powers vested upon me to protect and serve. Besides,” He gives her a flirty grin, “If I never got my powers, I wouldn’t have met you. That alone is worth it.”

A smile spreads over her beautiful face, “Smooth, Wilkes.”

“I try.” He squeezes her hand, “And I mean it.”

“I know you do.” She squeezes his hand back, “Colin?”

“Hm?”

“…Any chance you’re free tomorrow for lunch?”

Laughing, he lifts her hand and kisses it, “If I say yes, you have to let me ask you out next time.”

“Deal.”

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

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Buck just wants Eddie to be happy. If Eddie is happy, he's happy. But seeing him with Ana... it makes Buck hurt in a way that goes deeper than any cut could. He pushes it away though, because Eddie deserves to have this. He deserves to fall in love (even if Buck wishes it was him he was in love with). Buck won't admit his feelings for Eddie. There's no way he'd reciprocate them, and he can't risk losing this makeshift family. He'll hold all this inside until it kills him if it means he gets to keep Eddie and Chris in his life.

"I found it!" Buck is pulled from his thoughts by the joyful shouts of Chris. Chris never fails to bring a smile to his face. The boy gestures for Buck to join him at the kitchen table, proudly displaying the pen he thought he had lost. It was one they got at the aquarium. It has a dolphin on top and is decorated with an ocean pattern. "Can you help me with my science homework? I would ask Dad, but he's not very good at it." He whispers the last part even though Eddie isn't home.

"Of course, superman. What are we learning today?"

"It's about plants. How they work and stuff. We got to look at one under a microscope today, it was awesome!"

Buck takes a peek at the sheet. It's not too difficult, all stuff he retained from elementary school. "Okay. I'm sure you know this one. What is it called when plants get their energy from the sun?"

"Photosynthesis. Duh. And the next one is CO2."

They get through the sheet rather quickly. Chris already knew most of the answers, but he just liked working with Buck. Homework is more fun when you do it with someone else. Plus, Buck tells him a bunch of cool plant facts as they work. Chris trades a few of his own facts in return. They're interrupted by Eddie and Ana returning home from their date. Chris can't help but wrinkle his nose at that. He doesn't really like Ana.

"Hey, Buck. Thanks for watching him tonight."

"No worries! Any excuse to spend time with my favorite Diaz. How was the movie?"

"Good! You'd have love it, we'll rent it for a movie night when it comes out. You staying the night?"

Buck wants to say yes. God, he wants to say yes. The thought of going back to his empty loft is hellish. But he catches the look in Ana's eyes. "No, I've gotta get up early tomorrow. I'll leave you guys be."

Chris is about to complain, but Eddie gently urges him out of the room so he can get ready for bed. Buck gathers his stuff, trying to ignore the feeling of Ana watching him. He moves to go to the door. Ana steps in front of him.

"Buck. Can we talk?"

"Yeah. Yeah, is everything alright?"

"I think you need to distance yourself from Edmundo and Chris." The words hit him like a slap to the face.

"What?" He huffs out.

"You love them. That much is clear. But you need to realize that you staying over every night, cooking them breakfast and spending every day with them, isn't healthy. Not for them or for you. They need to be able to move on with their life, with...with new people. They keep you around because they can tell you're lonely. They're too nice to tell you to leave. But you're an extra burden for Emundo to take care of. And he doesn't need more to handle right now. And for Chris, you put him danger. With the tsunami-" Buck freezes at the mention of it. "You aren't ready to be any kind of role model for a child. You'll only hurt him. You're Edmundos' best friend. I'm not asking for that to change. But you need to realize that that's all. You need to start acting like a best friend, not something more. You need to go off on your own, find a real family for yourself. Because we already have a family here. And you aren't meant to be part of it."

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[somerandomdude11]

I don't know why but I've always had these memories of Franklin, he was the monster under my bed that pretty much every kid had, at least in their heads. He was scary at first, he was very thin and tall with a ton of purple fur and some slightly crooked eyes and mouth, sometimes he'd be under the bed and other times he'd just be standing in the corner but I remember him gradually becoming that kind of imaginary friend that I thought every kid had, keyword "thought".

Over time I stopped seeing him in my room, I kinda missed the way he'd try to scare me but according to Mom & dad "That's just part of growing up", still I learned to live with it and almost forgot about him by senior year of high school. I had gotten home from school... 4:30ish I think? Mr. Buttersworth had given out another round of impossible AP Calculus homework so fully prepared to get into study mode and get it over with I walked past the kitchen planning to head straight upstairs as Mom spoke up.

"How was school honey?" She asked

"Fine" I shortly replied, already trying to work through the first homework questions in my head as I started climbing the stairs.

"Well make sure you get the trash out today hun, garbage collectors stop by tomorrow and I don't want you to forget-"

"Yeah yeah I got it" I tiredly said with bit of a dismissive wave, I don't really like it when I do that but my mind was somewhere else in that moment, I knew she probably wasn't happy with me after that though. I got into my room, thumped the bag down at my desk, sat down and got to work.

Several hours of trying to figure out what a 3rd derivative is later I'm still at my desk hunched over with the last of the twilight sun streaming through my window, I had gotten halfway through but it all just kinda turns into gibberish after a while. Exhausted, I slumped back in my chair 'I am so cooked tomorrow' I thought. Looking out the window I watched that last bit of the sun dip below the horizon I thought 'I wish I could leave this small town right now, just go to space and see the stars or something' My eyes lazily drifted down and to the left to where our driveway was and noticed it was empty. That was kind of odd, Mom & Dad had a big lego project going in the garage so the driveway was the only spot to park "One of them must be getting groceries" I murmured to myself, then I glanced down at my desk and... there was a loose tuft of purple hair on my desk.

"The hell?" I asked as I picked up the hair looked at it closer

I turned to the door to call for my sibling "Sophie did you leave your- OH MY GOD!"

I couldn't believe my eyes, Franklin was in my room again, but this time his back was against the door, holding it closed, a single claw-tipped furry finger across his lips in a shushing motion. I barely had time to process what was happening when I heard Mom calling from downstairs.

"Honey is everything alright?"

I was about to give her an answer when Franklin whispered across the room "that's not her"

I stood in shock for a couple seconds trying to understand what was going on when she called again, sounding somewhat close this time

"Honey?"

"Yeah Mom everything's fine!" I replied and hurriedly whispered to Franklin "dude i- how are you even here??"

"there's no time to explain, you gotta get out of here NOW" he quietly shot back.

"i think you have plenty of time to explain why I'm seeing my old imaginary frie-"

"imaginary?? oh whatever talk later escape now"

"what do you mean escape it's just mom-"

I was cut short as I heard a knock on the door

"Honey who are you talking to?" she said through the door

We both froze as she said that, I couldn't put my finger on it in the moment but something sounded... off

"N- no one Mom I'm just talking myself through some calc problems" Maybe a half-truth was enough for her?

"Oh alright, can I come in and check on you anyway?"

Now THAT wasn't normal, both Mom and Dad had made clear to both Me and Sophie that our rooms were ours and no one else could come in without explicit permission. I mean they'd usually walk in after a knock and a "come in" but Mom knows the kind of AP tests I'm studying for, if I'm locked in like that she leaves me alone with no ifs, ands or buts. In this moment I also heard another unusual sound: the car rolling in the driveway, I nervously peeked up over the windowsill to see who pulled in and... it was Mom, back with the groceries.

And then the gears in my head started turning more, the empty driveway, the off-sounding voice, I hadn't even looked at her when I walked in, who did I even walk past? Was garbage day even tomorrow? What about Sophie and dad where are they? My mind was racing more than it was earlier as Not-Mom sharply spoke:

"Open the door Spencer"

Full blown panic set in as I started looking around my room for exits or hiding places or... I don't know SOMETHING. I heard thumping on the door as I glanced over to Franklin bouncing off of it with each thump

"I SAID OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR YOUNG MAN!"

Not-Mom must've been wailing on the door as Franklin was holding it back with gritted teeth, he yelled

"THE BED! GET UNDER THE BED!"

"ARE YOU CRAZY? HIDING'S NOT GOING TO HELP!"

"THERE'S AN EMERGENCY ESCAPE HATCH UNDER THERE, TRUST ME!"

The thumping was even louder now as Not-Mom screeched in a furious tone

"YOU CAN'T SAVE THE BOY FRANKLIN! HE'S MINE! MINE YOU HEAR ME!? MINE!!!"

Nearly paralyzed with fear I had less than a second to consider my options, of which there were only 2: wait until whatever the hell was on the other side of my bedroom door busts through, or go with whatever hairbrained scheme my less-than-imaginary friend was telling me.

"OH FUCK THIS HERO BULLSHIT!" I screamed as I did probably the stupidest move I could think of: I leapt across the room towards Franklin, grabbed his hand and dragged him under the bed with me

The door blasted open in splinters in an instant as Not-Mom fell into my room with a heavy THUMP, the 2 of us were nearly frozen in terror as I looked up at the underside of my bed and saw... a perfectly circular metal hatch? I didn't really look down here much but last I checked my bed frame was wood... Regardless there was a keypad right next to it that Franklin was quickly trying to input some kind of passcode into and failing a few attempts with how much his fuzzy hand shook with adrenaline... was it adrenaline? Was Franklin even close to human? I had a million questions that I had exactly 0 answers for, and the shaking got worse as we heard something slither around the room. I looked over to a slimy, sickly looking yellow tentacle searching and probing around the room, I had to cover my mouth to muffle the gasp.., but it wasn't enough, the tentacle instantly locked on as I heard what sounded like a good beep from the keypad. The yellow tendril shot past me as I was suddenly yanked up into the hatch by some pulling force, I could hear echoing wails of despair from Non-Mom that ceased as I watched the hatch close as I traveled away from it.

I don't remember much of what happened after that, Franklin would later tell me that the hatch was some sort of transport thingamajig that used this... in-between space(?) as a way to get from one place to another. I don't really understand it but I remember it being vibrant with color that all blended together and overwhelmed all of my senses, and apparently forced my brain to reset as I faded from consciousness with tingling feeling of fur wrapped around my right hand.

Now in your mid teens, you forgot all about the monster under your bed. One night though, it wakes you up saying “You’re not safe. You need to get out of here”

[jeffrey1010bce]

November 3rd, like a day after taking the SAT

I have a gut feeling I didn’t improve for some reason, even though I approached each question the correct way, I just feel skeptical and I even told my dad that I feel as if I passed but really I dont know man.

Its 7pm, and its a sunday, i should of went to church today because oh man this weekend was boring soo boring, I couldn’t even go outside because my mom was cooking, I wanted to go to the library, then academy to pump up my bike and then go to kohls to get some jeans for church and probably go buy some vaseline and get a white tee but instead the only thing I could do was just sleep. Really disappointing and the fact I have to probably go to the car wash tomorrow just makes it even more disappointed but it is what it is I guess.

I am going to do that Pre-Calculus homework, I got a grip on it but stopped doing it because I had to study for the SAT but I haven’t even opened it ever since, these 4 day weekends are so bait bro I’ve wasted two days already doing nothing but sleep and I can’t even go anywhere and school is just gonna get harder because thanksgiving break is near. I still haven’t talked to that girl yet man, I’m trying to wait it out but I don’t know what I’m waiting for really, I just hope for a miracle to happen one day where I come into contact with her I guess.

I pray to god i pass this SAT man I don’t want to take this anymore, these extensive paragraphs killed me and that second math module had me bro..those last 5 questions were open-ended and I knew I was cooked but I mostly studied over the reading and I just hope I find myself scoring something good on the reading. Now I don’t have a valid excuse to not apply to colleges right now, so I might aswell start..anyday now..

Almost forgot, I don’t have a song of the day really but a song i like is this song slater, for some reason it got me motivated to really ride a bike since I’ve genuinely haven’t learned how to ride one and the sky isn’t opening up any time soon so most people won’t even be outside so we gotta try it atleast. I… just… wanna…..ride….my…bike…, unironically I want to relate to that idk why

[t-dick-sapphic]

I swear to god any time I see you’ve responded to my asks I go 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I’m obsessed with how you describe what you’d do to me, and how you respond… god all of these scenarios are so hot. For every one I read from you, I end up with several others popping up into my thoughts. Fuuuck I’ve been insatiable lately.

Mmh I like the idea of getting you to cum, then edging you relentlessly until you can’t stand it. The thought of my face dripping with your cum, too. Fuck fuck fuck. Gladly would let you have a turn on me as well, not like I’d have much of a say in the scenario you described. Once you decide to take control I’d be happy to comply in whatever you’d have in mind.

I’m learning I really love how you describe stroking my tdick, I haven’t used the term as often up until now but fuck. I think it works well for me, despite not being on t yet. It’s equally hot and affirming for me. 🫠

The thought of falling back into you, and you playing with my hair while you get yourself to cum is driving me absolutely insane. I’m just thinking of you panting and moaning in my ear, hips bucking up into me while I lay there too exhausted to do much of anything either than whine and groan and pant, pushing my ass back into you while you ride out your own orgasm. If I’m not fucked out of words maybe I’d have it in me to praise you through it, how good of a boy you are. How good you made me feel. I am weak for a praise kink, knowing how much you like it would only encourage me to tap into it further. 😘

Oh I will gladly do that homework when I get the chance. You know I’ll be telling you all about it when I do ;) Every single detail for you to enjoy; I just know I’m going to be going wild thinking about you calling me your perfect slut, reading over that went right to my tdick…

You’ve been turning me into one hell of a slut, I’ve gotta say. For the longest time I haven’t been able to get myself to be able to articulate and write out my desires, it’s been quite frustrating. But since I’ve started sending you anons, it’s like a switch has been flipped and I can’t get enough. -🌾

I love helping turn you into an insatiable slut; you've certainly made me that way this whole past week— i can't go more than a few hours without getting hard at some point, often from suddenly remembering your filthy asks. How you've been practically throwing yourself at me, just begging to be made my whore.

On another, (mostly) not horny note, I'm also happy to get to be of help with you figuring out some gender / sexuality stuff! I've only just started exploring what I really enjoy doing and being called in sex, and I totally get what you mean about feeling unable to articulate your desires until getting to test things out here flips that switch. I've also been surprised by but excited about how learning more about my sexual desires has impacted my sense of gender and "rightness" in my body, if that makes sense. So if I can help anyone else experience something similar, I'm very glad!

...Plus, talking with you has continued to teach me more about my own desires...like that you saying "how good of a boy you are" to me in this ask got me all excited; I hadn't expected "good boy" to be something I like being called 😳

and also I'm very into imagining I’m part of what finally convinces you to go on T — hey who said that

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Monday, March 11, 2024!

7:43am: damn I feel like I'm freaking out about this remediation I slept like shit and I already feel so stressed wtf. I knew this would happen too, it's just like starting the semester over again. Also I gotta watch out bc DST means it just became daylight aka it's so easy to oversleep rn 😬

Today will be fine I'm 100% overthinking, which is good sometimes but I'm max stressed rn. Giving myself a fucking ulcer.

Also please stop thinking about dip shit, it does not matter if he treats his new girl better bc

1) THEY DON'T HAVE BILLS

2) THEY DON'T LIVE TOGETHER

3) THEY JUST HAVE BEING DRAMATIC ASSHOLES / NARCS IN COMMON

They're bar is in hell, mine is up here where the real men are. It's easy to be amazing when you have no morals or standards and also no responsibilities 😬 please grow tf up oh wait it's gonna be a few years/ a decade on that one. Idgaf if they're happy together that's like saying you're in love with Ted Bundy 💀

After Tuesday, I'm gonna keep going on dates, keeping myself in check and staying rested bc this no sleep shit is for the birds. I'm too old to be waking up in the middle of the night to do homework that shit doesn't fly anymore. Now waking up for fun is different. Also Idgaf if that guy doesn't text me back either, his loss too idc

11:33am: THE BACK N FORTH IS CRAZY. He called me on his house phoneeeeee this bih can't get enough of me!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh

10:09pm: god thinking about how he said his gf is annoying and he wishes they were just friends, they have sex less than once a week, said my body looks better, he misses me and wishes he hadn't done all this, said she's like an annoying little sister 🤢 and he had to go to the hospital for hemorrhoids and says his body is falling apart and can't make any male friends and is tired of having female friends at 23 yrs old is craZ. And he's still suicidal AF I haven't heard him talk like that in a while, wanting to restart his life. Wow it's like he learns a new life lesson every mf day 🤯 karma is KRAZY. Fuck and I still have a hard time sympathizing for him because he treated everyone so badly including myself. Toxic ass narcissist ass MF.

[wakuseicloset]

ranting about everything post 😶 i will spare you all unless you would like to opt into my suffering

Sorry this shit is literally so embarrassingly #long omg i feel fucking wacko but i had to get it out so here is my unhinged rant

I kinda feel like i'm only now recovering from this weird burnout/depression slump i've been in for the past year and i'm glad i'm getting motivation back before i have to do my QE or whatever but man

I just have so much to do every day and like i feel like there aren't enough hours in the day 😭 like technically if i was willing to do work for 12 hours or whatever i could be ahead of schedule... But like i'm literally not capable of doing that. I can be on campus from like 10-5 and then go home and squeeze another 1-2 hours of productivity from my body and then i literally just cannot do anything else like i can't focus

It's just like... Man i know that's a completely normal way to feel as a human being but like there is just so much going on right now that it's hard to keep up... Like i gotta write my qualifying paper, start my dissertation proposal... Teach 2 discussion sections every week... Grade 70 homeworks every week... Revise this paper for this journal... Contact my committee members... Meet with people... Hold office hours... (that last one is a joke nobody comes) and at the same time i haven't even been thinking about my career after graduating and transitioning into industry and i barely have attended any conferences and i'm so behindddd

I just have this weird resentment towards some other people in my cohort sometimes like why are you guys on top of your shit. It's not fair lol. And sometimes i literally am just lazy or too anxious to do basic things i need to do but . YALL... STOP WORKING SO MUCH PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE

Never mind the fact that whenever i see certain ppl from home theyre like "So when are you done" and none of them even know what i do or care at all 😭😭😭😭😭 like oh my god and when i try to explain it's like "im too stupid to understand" no you just don't give a fuck! you want me to move back home asap and don't care to learn anything about what my actual life is like down here!!!!!!!!!! bro!!!!!!!!!!!!

i swear like they'll be like "so are you gonna move back here when you're done" and im like "idk it depends on where i get a job! i might stay in CA!" and theyre just like "well im sure you can find something in seattle" idk it's well meaning but i havent lived up there for 7 years and i honestly just don't have the attachment to being there beyond it being where my mom family and grandma lives. like i got friends everywhere. im the friend master. i could live anywhere. im like a geography chameleon. im sorry i just have other things to prioritize

Idk it just all boils down to doing a phd is really hard and nobody knows how hard it is except people who are doing it or have done it. That's not to say it's objectively harder than other types of work it's just its own special brand of hard that is not relatable and nobody cares about. AND IT SUCKS!!!! CARE HARDER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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maybe i shouldnt post until i have several things to say so i dont spam the dash.. sorry 🙏🙏🙏

dave summing up homestuck in one sentence. god its so annoying. MITUNAS IS THE WORST. thank god hes such a minor character. terezis is awful too but better bc TYP1NG L1K3 TH1S is bad enough but at least she doesnt make spelling mistakes.

1153 pages out of 8000ish? so like 13 percent i think. even though the beginning is short asf text wise so its probably way less than that.

also ive heard from multiple sources that the ending sucked. which is a shame bc its such a fun story and felt reallyyyy uhhhhhh idk the word. like complicated but knows what its doing? the magic systems and time travel are fun and dont fuck up the story like you think it would. its well thought out i guess is what im trying to say.

but i feel like so many long stories have shit endings. i wonder why that is.

also im not going to be reading the shitty epilogues or post canon bs thats made by weird troons inserting their fetishes on these characters. gross.

ANYWAYS. im at the intermission. i saw a thing saying you should skip it but are you stupid??? it matters to the plot, right? idk i always thought people who are like "oh watch this tv show but skip these seasons" never made any sense. i skip filler in anime but thats because its not by the creator, its just for the show to keep airing while the stories being written. its elevator music between sections of the actual story. whatever...

i also have a head full of empty. not those other things tho......

KARKAT :O

see, why would i skip this? plus i love all the time shenanigans and mafia pool nonsense. its fun.

aww hes so cute 🥺

OMG ACT 4... troll time.

the flash game isnt working and is now a series of pictures you click through. huh. i wonder if its bc im on my phone or because flash went kaput a few years ago (i think?)

kinda sad. the game is kinda... undertale vibes. like the way the salamanders talk and stuff. idk how to describe it but its very undertale. toby fox worked on the music for homestuck so i wonder if he helped with the flash games too. or if its just kinda a coincidence and the quirky cuteness of both games is just kinda bc of the times. the early 2010s times....

i loved the salamanders as a kid. i would draw them all over my middle school homework. this is giving me crazy nostalgia...

a call back....

reading their convos knowing that being mean is considered flirting to trolls, it like... changes everything... like wow... laying it on pretty thick there karkat..... LMAO

then again, hes mean to everyone and i dont remember the trolls thinking he was like that? so maybe im interpreting this wrong. but one sided johnkat IS canon, we learn that later. so maybe this is flirting. sighhh so confusing....

johnkat goes hard u gotta admit it...

DAM... ive run out of photos allowed on one post... until next time... if youre even reading this... this is mostly just for me tbh... a little diary...

ill keep all my futre hs reread posting/liveblogging here. so i guess spoiler warning... for a 15 year old piece of media...

daves iphone is such a blast from the past omg... also this file had (retcon) in the name? now im curious what it was originally. i know certain things were changed, added, and removed as the story went on. maybe the scratch on his shirt?

also i thought "bro" would be written in orange (for obvs reasons) but its red. nanna get her own color but bro doesnt? lame.