#or drinking properly as well

[urgohthewanderer]

I am a neurotypical cisgender woman. going about with my latte and such.

[hampop]

People drawing Laios with chiseled abs…it’s just wrong…….my boy has that pudgy but solid sort of build…..he’s strong like the mountain but he’s got a bit of tiddy….the boy likes to eat, if he started getting chiseled, Senshi would scold him for being dehydrated

[specific-dreamer]

going off of my nicknames thought, cherry was really upset that night at the drive in when bob called her sherri. like usually when he calls her sherri he’s doting on her and being sweet and kind and loving all around, but this time ? him calling her sherri as a last ditch effort to try and force her to do something ? who does bob think he is trying to force cherry to do something ?

and that’s the final straw. because before bob never showed any signs of wanting to control her or anything of the sort. but using her whole name like that, like he’s her father or something? if she thinks about it later with a clear mind, she realizes she got so upset not because he used her full name, but because he was also drunk off his rocker when he did it, and it reminded her too much of her father. and all she can think is that she refuses to be like her mother, hiding in the bathroom with a bottle of wine.

so she breaks up bob because that is not a role she wants to play

[miss-americana-bridgerton]

Bridgerton cousin

I like to think that the Bridertons have an American cousin who is just like The Most Southern romance of all time. Like full on Oaklahoma!, Gone With The Wind (I think, I haven’t read it yet), she gets tied to the train tracks once by bandits who hold her for ransom.

Her Daddy is a rich railroad investor who is a robberbaron but loves his little girl, and she wears southern belle dresses and says “Oh My Lawd!” While holding a little parasol and fanning herself.

Her love interest is a good natured Native Cowboy who chews tobacco and says “Yehp, aye reyckon.” But gets real mean if you mess with “his girl”

They all live in like Kansas or South Carolina or smth lmao, and her name is like The Most Southern, like Magnolia Astorbilt

Her cousins are ASTOUNDED by her. Hyacinth and Gregory think she is the COOLEST person ever, Francesca smiles politely, Eloise is positively fascinated and they talk about books and social rules, Colin asks her all about America, Benedict is amused by the absolute bluntness of her words, and also constantly irritated by the fact that she refuses to accept help from a “gentleman”, and Anthony’s eye twitches whenever she’s around

[nectardaddy]

the things I see when I open tumblr... drowls. btw I added top left for atsumu like two days ago, so 🤝 twins 🤝 but pls.. if you don't mind.... I'd love to see how you see jd!meian 🙏 also doe changed my life too so we are even 🫡

I- I need to see your self ship board pronto I can't remember if you sent it to me but like.... it's lost if you have sob you guys make me want to cry (we need to self ship again hello, this is our sign)

AND OF COURSE!!! HERE HERE HERE TAKE THEM FROM ME HE MAKES ME WANT TO DIEEEEE

[the-crow-binary]

I have been having Thoughts about Alucard and Trevor and the act of drinking someone's blood thanks to @beevean............

For starters, those two were definitely bros. Absolute besties. Alucard is the introvert getting adopted by the charismatic extrovert Trevor, for sure. That's the them, I can't picture them as anything less than very close friends. And not anything more, lol, I am physically incapable of romantically shipping Alucard with anyone.

But how could Trevor show Alucard he trusts him, when Alucard is so insecure and afraid?

That's when the blood drinking comes into play... Maybe Alucard didn't need to drink blood. Maybe he did. But it doesn't matter, because Trevor offers it to him anyway, to show he trusts him with his very life. That he knows what Alucard is, and far from ignoring the darkest part of his nature... he embraces and accept it. Alucard is his friend, and a precious ally, and he values him as such. Being a hunter, letting himself be vulnerable to what others could perceive as a predator with no fear, nor doubt... it's the most remarkable show of trust Trevor could display for Alucard. Especially considering Alucard isn't any vampire, but Dracula's son.

But it goes even deeper when you remember that Trevor's blood is not just any blood. It's Belmont blood. Holy, but carrying a heavy duty, wich is passed down generations after generations. This blood is both Trevor's legacy, but also his burden to bear. The reason he's hated as much as he's loved. The reason he had to come to the Castle and fight Dracula to begin with. By drinking it, Alucard accepts to help him carry the weight of his fate, and lets him know that he isn't alone, and will never be. That's how he shows his trust and care for Trevor.

At the end of the day, it's not about feeding or sex. It's about sharing, finding solace in each other, knowing no one would ever be able to understand them as well as they understand each other. Knowing that no one would be able to carry each other like they can. Their bond only comes out of this stronger, knowing they can trust each other fully. Even if Alucard seals himself away to protect the world from his cursed blood, eventually, he won't stop carrying part of his friend's curse for him. Trevor will sleep better, knowing he had the chance to meet him, the chance to share with him the most sacred part of him. Neither will ever find someone like each other, ever again, but that's what makes their friendship so unique.

...anyway, i think they're neat. ❤️

[todayisafridaynight]

plane scene is so funny cause why is mine a sleeper agent that wakes up whenever daigo is mentioned

can’t wait to see it in dragon engine :3

mine has been the winner for Funniest Character Imaginable for 15 consecutive years and i have yet to see anyone come close i fear

[postmanlinksbootyshorts]

spilled half of my cup of coffee all over should i end it all rn on the phone with my customer

[victorluvsalice]

-->And then it was Family Dinner Time! I had everyone head down to the kitchen (Victor and Smiler taking advantage of their teleports, while Alice super-speeded and Marm hovered), then Alice and Victor each grabbed a plate of turkey while Smiler had some plasma fruit and Marm sat at the table, just happy to be included. XD Everyone proceeded to have a lovely chat over supper, with Victor expressing his thankfulness to Smiler and Alice hers to Victor while one of the cats snoozed nearby. :) I do love it when I can coordinate some proper family time for this lot!

After two plasma fruits and some invigorating conversation, though, Smiler decided they wanted to go dance to their radio again – as everyone was pretty much done with the grand meal, I allowed this and sent Marm to play yet more chess while Alice and Victor shared a few final words over the last bites of their supper. Victor finished first and transportalated upstairs to have a shower and hit the sack, while Alice gobbled down the rest of hers werewolf-style and got put on plate-cleaning duty. I then checked in on Smiler and decided to have them check the latest video trends – which just so happened to include singing videos. An idea sparked in my mind, and I turned to their streaming drone –

And then realized “oh hey, there’s a battery upgrade on here I never finished.” So I had them start that first –

-->Only for them, and everyone else, to get interrupted by the house making spooky noises. *grumbles* I think that’s my least-liked part of living in a haunted house – the fact that every time it makes a noise, every Sim stops what they’re doing to freak out. You’d think they’d just get used to it after a while! *shakehead* Though I suppose I should check to see if any of them have the “Brave” trait – maybe that would help?

-->Anyway – once everyone was done having their “what was that??” moment, they all resumed their activities as per my directions. Alice cleaned up the plates, then let out a somber howl to reduce her Fury before heading to the barn to cut the amethyst she had on her into a spire so she could charge it and help her and Victor recover their energy sleeping even faster; Victor watched the fish in his and Alice’s bedroom for a bit before heading back to bed; and Marm went and took a nap on one of the front porch couches (I was like “sir, your charge need is BARELY DEPLETED”). And Smiler finished the battery upgrade on their drone before stowing it in their inventory –

And then flew into their party barn loft area to set up a recording of them singing some pop music on their big-ass karaoke machine! :D Because what the hell, I thought it was fun. :) I left them powering out the tunes while I peeked in on the others –

-->And found that Alice had once again decided showering in the rain was better than doing what I’d told her to do. I huffed and had her go back in and resume her spire…

And then promptly had to send her out again because her werewolf instincts were insisting she be outside, whoops. Which was fine, because as it turned out, shortly thereafter the house made MORE spooky noises, and everyone was knocked out of their current activities AGAIN. *rolls eyes* Once the freakouts were once again over, I had Alice go back to cutting her spire while sending Marm to play more chess (had to get him up to Logic level 3 for his aspiration) and Victor to start a new song on the piano (I’d had him scrap the old one because I was half-sure it was bugged). Smiler I just had end their video (I mean, when the house itself is commenting on your karaoke, it’s time to stop), then head back to their room to load it into the video editing station for, well, editing. XD They got through the initial edits and adding effects (while I tried and failed to have them do some last-minute “Being Thankful” with Victor to quickly fulfill that tradition – for some reason, they kept insisting they couldn’t teleport into the study in bat-form) –

And then Harvestfest ended, and with it, the playsession! I wrapped up with everyone having had at least a DECENT holiday (Victor, Alice, and Smiler all got “Awesome,” while poor Marm got “Over” because they could only fulfill two of the traditions – you’d think a Servo would just ignore the “Grand Meal” one because, well, SERVO, but nope! But he was happy enough to ignore the “Decorate” tradition because he’s Lazy, go fig), and Alice having successfully created her amethyst spire, getting up to level 4 of the Gemology skill in the process, nice. :) I put that on the grid to charge, sent her to bed, and left it there!

And that is that! Whew – long session to be sure, but a good one, I feel. :) Next time, we clean up the last of the mess left by those damn gnomes (who at least all ended up back in the greenhouse where I can easily move them back to where they should be), and get ready for another food sale, this time in good old Copperdale! See you then!

[b-blushes]

hater moment, my dysautonomia is flaring atm and I couldn’t fall asleep for hours last night bc my heart and lungs and blood and brain could not be convinced that there was enough oxygen in the air AND my dr’s office is not replying to my emaaaaaaaaaail augh. <- not at all dangerous or life threatening just sucks to live with. But we stay silly.

(Cannot stress enough the tone of this post is ‘complaining about my everyday situation’ and not fear or genuine danger do not worry!!!)

[funny-bat-fruitloop]

I'm making a Vlad/Reader for the depraved, except I'm doing this to practice realistic relationships while keeping the humor and dialogue as close to canon as possible. . Chapter 1 has been released, I'm planning to add more. posting fanfic here as well.

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You were the outsider of your college group. Maddie studied biochemistry, her and Jack both studied mechanical engineering together, Vlad studied both alongside Maddie, and you? You simply studied computer science.

Sure, you later studied robotics and delved more into artificial intelligence, but at the time you were falling behind the trio. What makes matters worse is that you were in love with Vlad. He was too busy being in love with Maddie. Maddie and Jack were too busy with their Science.

You used to be closer during your first years. Then you drifted apart from the group.

Or the group drifted apart from you. But you phrased it the other way to feel better about yourself.

At least Maddie was nice. But it turned out that Maddie had a crush on you. You softly turned her down and told her you did not swing that way. She understood, and Vlad was elated that she stopped focusing on you.

She was surprisingly supportive, though, so she starts being more casual with her physical affections—she leaned against you and gave you hugs, at most, but never kisses of any type. Vlad glared at you every time.

You couldn’t handle Vlad’s glare towards you. You just couldn’t. You were so madly in love with him.

This wasn’t what you wanted for college. You wanted to thrive with less drama, not thrive in the drama of a love square. So you decided to turn it into a love triangle.

How? With distance.

You start making excuses about why you couldn’t hang out with them anymore. Maddie seemed pretty sad that you were becoming distant, and urged you to hang out with them more. Jack gave you puppy eyes, because it turns out that he enjoyed your dry wit and casual gifts—both clothing and food that you made.

Vlad looked...conflicted. As if as he did not know what to do with the slowly growing empty space. Every look he gave you after the start of you leaving seemed like he was having conflicts inside his mind.

But he did nothing. So you continued on with your life.

That was the start of your isolation.

You were pretty depressed now that you did not have anyone to accompany you. For the first few months of your departure from the group, people did not bother to include you in their friend groups due to your relationship with the “resident weirdos”.

You got into a robotics class and was forced to group with 2 other nerds, Gabin and Feen. It turns out, they were gay too. Dating, even.

Then the three of you started becoming closer in a platonic way. You were included in every conversation, arguments, and acted as a mediator for their spats which end up being resolved amongst the three of you.

Until the couple mutually broke up. You were devastated at the news, but it turns out all three of you were better as friends. Gabin turned out to be Bi and married a tall country Bisexual girl, and Feen turned out to be poly and married a few other people.

Even when the friend group grew larger, the three of you kept each other on your toes as you challenged each other to make robots. At some point, you made a lion-sized guard dog that read any sort of unique identification, like a treasured object, and chased intruders out of your home.

You gave this machine to a marketing professor as a joke. It ended up saving his life, which you did not intend to do at all (the machine dog was purposefully made with weak scraps for a chance for the victim to escape, in case it went haywire.) He was so grateful that he got you hired into a major tech company—Wayne Enterprises.

You got an award for it. Something close to a Nobel Prize. You’re pretty sure you were dragged out of the house with a blindfold, and were dropped onto the stage to receive the award. Or maybe you had too much coffee and dissociated the entire time.

Who knows. Photos of you taking your award in smudged eyeliner with a baffled expression became viral years down the line.

Gabin’s girlfriend also went out of the way to teach you “spellcraft”, which you thought was cool. She said that she could sense your “powerful bloodline”, and you entertained her by learning the basics.

You thought it was fun. Until a forced family reunion made you realize that Gabin’s girlfriend was absolutely not joking. Not fun.

Then it was your last year of college. You were forced to take a semester off due to the consequences of that disastrous family reunion. That year, you were having the time of your life while suffering with your thesis and OJT’s.

You almost missed the news of Vlad’s unfortunate accident. When you heard about what happened, your heart dropped to your feet.

Yes, you were trying to get over Vlad, but he did not deserve to almost die. You tried to visit him in the hospital but the nurses pushed you away. He needed something, anything, even if it is just to cheer him up.

You left some tupperware full of menudo and coconut milk pumpkin soup for the nurses to feed him. Nobody bothered to tell you that he left the hospital. He probably did not know that you cooked a large meal for him.

So you continued on with your life. You tried to reach Vlad a few times when you saw him back on the campus hallways, but he seemed too focused on...something. You did not want to bother him.

Life went on, and you managed to graduate in time. For your next couple of years, you worked as a robotics engineer for some more companies. Then you started a company with your friends several years down the line. You sold some patents, kept some patents, and you lived a comfortable life with enough money to support yourself, your needs, and your leisures.

You never got into a relationship, because you never tried. You were too afraid to be hurt.

Vlad Masters simply became Masters. He swindled, scammed, and stole with his newfound powers to become a billionaire. He’s seen some of your inventions sometimes, but what you made never really interested him.

Or rather, he was still conflicted at the thought of you.

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You were dared by one of your socialite friends to post photos of your outfit before your flight to Illinois, and announce your arrival on your barely active social media. You’ve always loved the gothic aesthetic and mastered your outfits throughout the years—though you slowly shifted your outfits to be more modern while retaining the aesthetic.

For some god damned reason, you got a somewhat larger following than you thought—more than 10,000 people were interested in your life. You mostly posted your projects, but your outfits got more attention.

The youth kept calling you “DILF” along with other unholy comments, no matter how much you tried to discourage them. They seemed to flock to your socmed ever since that photo of you receiving your awards became viral. They also kept calling you “pookie bear”, whatever that meant.

You tried to restrict comments, but a few of your friends kept disabling the restrictions. They enjoyed your suffering.

You were beyond your 40’s, sipping a cappuccino as you left the airport while holding your luggage in the other hand. Suddenly, a notification popped up in your phone. The sound from your phone indicated that it was a text message, and not another weird ass comment that required you to say “aren’t you disappointing your parents with these DILF comments?”

Your leg hooked around your luggage as you pick your phone up from your pants with one hand. It’s a message from...Jack Fenton?

0xxx-xxxx-xxxx: Hey Bucko! Remember me? Jack Fenton? Heard you were in Illinois! Do you mind meeting at our place in Amity Park and meet Maddie and I like old times? :-D

Oh shit. It’s your old college friends.

You cringed a little as you remembered the way you ghosted the first two people who were decent towards you. Sure, you had your reasons, but it wasn’t fair to them. You checked the rest of your schedule on your phone and find that you still have free time to spare. A quick google search about the town, and you found that your convention is just at the town next to Amity.

So you made your decision and decided to make this up, let bygones be bygones.

You: Sure! Give me the address and I’ll meet you there!

[i-could-be-so-much-more]

It frustrates me to no end that everyone I talk to someone new my brain catastrophises to the point where even though I know logically it’s fine, and normal, and fun, I end up making it a bigger deal in my head that I know it is…I think myself into spirals that the logical part of my brain knows are ridiculous and dramatic and improbable, which stress me out more than is entirely necessary…it’s so tiring to exist and participate in the social world sometimes

[keeps-ache]

[staring out the window but it's just a sticker on the wall] i actually need to make something right now or i'll espode

[closetdbisexual]

they call me the short-term-memory-loss-haver for reasons i cant quite remember 💙

[beeholyshit]

HI BEE. I HOPE THIS IS OKAY RHEJRHSJD MWA

OMG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH

I LOVE HOW YOU PUT THE ONES YOU WOULD TRUST TO HOLD YOUR DRINK I NEEDED TO.

[eldritch-bf]

Need me a man who will adore my cynical intelligent mentally unbalanced ass as much as Dan does Herbert.