#purpled secretly prefers it when it's just them but his girlfriend likes their new friend and the sun chariot

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

LITERALLY

your ocs should be friends with mine btw. my ocs told me they want to be friends with yours. theyre too shy to ask so i have to tell you. my ocs are asking your ocs to be friends with them

[reddesertcolbs]

sleepy bubs // colby brock

this is a university au type of fic, also i have tried out a new writing style so let me know if you prefer it :) 

requested: yes

summary: y/n has an early morning class to attend but colby has other ideas. (sleepy colby). 

word count: 1.1k words. 

warnings: mention of alcohol and oral sex (female receiving). 

my writing

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colby is nursing a big fat hangover. 

his hangover’s presence was made apparent to the boy the second his girlfriend’s alarm blared through the darkness of his room on full blast, signalling to the sleeping pair that it was time for her to get up for her eight thirty class. 

it must be around seven in the morning, giving y/n plenty of time to make the short twenty minute drive from colby’s frat house, that’s off the university campus which he shares with his best friends or as they like to say brothers, to the university itself. 

y/n has always been an early riser, despite the late night partying she carries out herself and the countless hours staying up to finish an assignment for the following day. it was the passion and determination flowing through her veins for her university course is what drew colby towards the woman in the first place, when they first met during a party that the frat house held during the first semester. he knew the moment they first lay eyes on each other that she was going to become so special to him, and his prediction came true as she lies beside him six months later. 

his eyes remain shut, as a deep groan falls past his lips and his eyebrows scrunch together at the dull ache throbbing in his head when he loosens his arms from around her shoulders and feels the girl shift out of his arms to press on the screen of her phone, shutting the alarm off immediately. his arms tighten around her body once she settles between his muscular arms again, exhaling a content sigh when she feels his lips press a barely there kiss to her warm forehead. within a second, the two are fast asleep again, snores falling past colby’s lips as his girlfriend nuzzles her face even closer to his warm neck, pulling her into a further relaxing state. 

the two of them however are pulled out of sleep once again when eight minutes go by, elerting colby that she pressed snooze on the alarm instead of actually turning it off. with a huff of annoyance because his sleep was disturbed, colby leans over to turn the alarm off for her this time, secretly hoping that she didn’t hear the alarm go off and that she would stay in bed with him to nurse his hangover off together with breakfast, coffee and films in bed and because he doesn’t want to hear it go off again and disrupt his sleep once more.

“i have to get up now, bubs.” she whispers against his neck, not wanting to ruin the peaceful atmosphere that surrounds them. her hot breath fanning across the spot that makes him weak, before she presses a gentle peck to it. she brings her hand that isn’t tucked between the soft memory foam mattress and colby’s body, up to the side of his neck and rubs small comforting patterns onto it before sliding her hand up further, fingertips playing with his hair on the nape of his neck. 

“not yet,” he mumbles, voice deep and laced with sleep. his arms tightening around her body to keep her in place as he exhales a sigh of content through his nostrils at the feeling of her fingers working magic through his hair, slowly helping the dull ache that’s pounding through his skull. “’m sleepy, just want to cuddle with you for ten more minutes.” 

“i’m going to be late if i don’t leave soon, colbs.” she mummers, pressing her soft lips to his jaw and planting a kiss there before leaning up to take in his appearance, seeing him already peering down at her with curiosity from her movements with one eye open. 

his eyes are puffy due to being sleep deprived from partying with his friends, after only having around four hours sleep. the hues of purple and blue, almost black bags underneath his eyes back up the statement. his hair is sticking up in every direction, signalling that his head has moved so much during his sleep. colby never sleeps well when he’s drunk. 

it’s at this moment that colby is starting to regret yet another night of heavy drinking, but he can’t say no to a party with his brothers, especially when they’re the hosts and when they are all aware that they don’t have lectures the following day.

“but i don’t want you to go,” he whines, sentence cracking slightly because his morning voice is so deep and because he’s tired. he is always whiny when he’s hungover, but that’s not going to stop him from drinking alcohol the following night once he’s nursed away his hangover. “i just want you to hold me. please, angel.” 

she grins widely when he sticks his bottom lip out into a pout, bright blue puppy dog eyes on full display in order to convince her to stay in the warm cocoon that is his bed. she weighs her options in her head, and begins to think that missing one lecture will not harm her degree, she can catch up with her work because the work will be online anyway. plus, she’s pretty knackered herself after joining colby around ten at night after finishing her assignment that was due in for the morning, and not going to sleep until one in the morning. so staying in bed with the man she loves the most doesn’t exactly sound like the most terrible idea right now.

“fine,” her smile becomes bigger when he leans up and slots his lips with hers, leaving an abundance of kisses to her lips in triumph. his hand comes up to tuck a strand of her messy hair behind her ear, before placing a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose. “but you owe me big time, brock.”

“i’ll pay you back after our nap, baby.” he smiles, already thinking about the different ways to treat his girl during the day. his smile broadens when she lies back down, her head resting on his bare chest again and her arms wrapping around his waist, legs tangling together instantly.

“how do you plan on doing that exactly?” she questions, the corners of her lips tugging into a small smile as one of his hands traces patterns into her exposed back, tickling her in a comforting way. her hand finds its way back to its previous position, fingertips trailing up his neck delicately before stopping in his hair, running her fingers through it in a comforting manner which causes colby’s eyes to fall shut immediately with a small groan. 

“with my head between your thighs.” he spits out, giving her a gentle squeeze and receiving a slight tug to his brown locks from the woman who can’t help but to giggle at his statement. colby lying between her thighs is one of her favourites, his skilled tongue working between her folds is magical, but she won’t feed into his ego yet, she’ll save that for later. “but for now, cuddle me, angel face.”

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[masterjedilenawrites]

Blueberries and Cowboys: Chapter 2

A choose-your-own-adventure style fic. First, 2 platonic chapters for set-up/build-up. And then, the story will split into 2 paths depending on your romantic pairing preference: You and Thrawn, or You and Eli.

Chapter Masterlist

Chapter 2: The Plan

Pairing: None...yet...

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Length: 2k

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

The rest of the week saw the three of you using every bit of free time outside your classes and studies to gather information for Thrawn to build a solid plan.

Eli tailed his pesky classmate Arden everywhere, even skipping a class one day to break into his dorm, trying to learn anything about the guy that could be useful to get him involved in the plot. Thrawn analyzed the simulation software and protocols that would be used to administer the tests, mapping out every possible way Commander Burdick could hijack it. And you were the one spying on the Burdick himself. Since the commander didn't seem too interested in your grades, you were able to shadow him without suspicion, and had been able to slip a bug into his offices to eavesdrop on any potential conversations about his plans for sabotage.

Your classmates and the staff were none the wiser. That was the advantage of being social outcasts. Half of them avoided you all like the plague, and the other half already thought you were weird people doing weird things. So it wasn't long before you'd all gotten enough intel to work with.

It was late in the evening at the end of the week. You found yourself in Thrawn and Eli's shared dorm, which looked identical to your own in the opposite wing, because the Empire couldn't bother with things like individuality or comfort. Eli sat on the edge of his top bunk, his legs swinging casually, and his coat unbuttoned to reveal a wrinkled undershirt you knew he hadn't bothered to wash all week. Thrawn paced about in the middle of the room, his long strides only allowing him about four good steps before he had to turn around. He still had his uniform on, boots and badges and all.

You leaned against the railing of the bed, watching Thrawn as he went back and forth. Sometimes he sat still when he was scheming, with his fingers steepled and his gaze seemingly reaching into some unknown dimension beyond your comprehension. That usually happened when he was running through variables that didn't concern you, at least from his perspective. You and Eli had accepted long ago there would always be parts of his plans he would never share with you. He was kind of a control freak like that.

But tonight, he seemed to be more welcoming of collaboration, hence his steady rhythm of pacing in front of you.

"Only one variable remains, as I see it," he was saying. "We understand how the commander will manipulate the system to cause a redundancy in the simulation, thus rendering the test impossible to finish successfully."

You and Eli shared a glance; the only person who truly understood how that was going to happen was Thrawn. He'd tried explaining numerous times but when it came to codes and tech, the two of you weren't able to fully keep up.

"We also know through your investigating," Thrawn motioned to you with what you thought was an impressed look, causing you to feel a little pride, "that the commander plans to only sabotage my test, believing it will be too suspicious if Eli also fails. He will also manipulate his false code to originate from the computer of his former lover Eva Carroway, who currently works in HR. So if an investigation does ensue, it will be traced to her and not him."

You and Eli chuckled under your breaths. It had been a little amusing when you'd discovered Commander Burdick was using this plan to not only undermine Thrawn, but also get revenge on his ex-girlfriend. But even more hilarious was how awkward Thrawn treated the subject. He had been quite perplexed to learn people could be so vindictive after a break-up. And any time he explained that detail of the plan, like he was doing now, he hesitated over his word choice. You couldn't tell if he only pretended to be confused about romantic relations, or if that was truly an area he found himself lost in.

If Thrawn noticed your snickering, he didn't respond to it, only continued to recap the plan. "We have also determined how we will expose the altered code naturally, so it does not cast suspicion on us... What was the word you used?"

"Backfire," said Eli.

"Yes. It would not due to have anyone suspect that we altered the test ourselves, or to have our concerns disregarded altogether. Thus, arranging for the maintenance crew to get a mild case of food poisoning so their performance checks are postponed to occur right before the tests will take care of that variable. At the least, they will fix the altered code and I will take the test as normal. At the most, they will report it and the commander faces expulsion."

"So..." said Eli through a yawn as he stretched. "What's left to work out, then?"

Now it was time for you and Thrawn to share a look.

"Were you not interested in involving your classmate, Arden Fey?" asked Thrawn in his soft, contemplative voice.

Eli shrugged. "Yeah. But Burdick's already got his scapegoat, his ex. So it'll be easier to keep him out of it. Whatever."

You could tell he was trying to be nonchalant. But just this morning, he had spent the entire walk between classes ranting about some new insults Arden had come up with, and how badly he wanted to show the guy up once and for all. You knew your friend wasn't feeling "whatever" about it.

"It's not a matter of ease or difficulty," Thrawn stated plainly. He had stopped pacing and was standing with hands behind his back, highlighting the broadness of his shoulders and the height of his stance. His presence seemed to fill up the whole room, and not for the first time, you were glad to be his friend and not his enemy.

"Yeah," you added in encouragement. "We just have to get creative. Find a way to make Arden a more appealing scapegoat than Burdick's ex. In fact...."

You trailed off as an idea occurred to you. You darted out of the room, surely leaving your two friends perplexed, but you would only be a second. You sprinted down the corridor toward the lifts, where a bulletin hung against the wall with fliers and pamphlets. One notice was a bit larger than the others, a promotion of an upcoming gala event to celebrate the Academy's anniversary. You ripped it off and went racing back to the boys' dorm room.

Eli had come down from the bunk and held a concerned look, probably prepared to follow you if you hadn't returned so quickly. Thrawn was still standing composed, but there was a curiosity in his eyes that made you smile.

You held up the poster in front of your chest. "What do you think the likelihood is of us playing successful matchmakers this week?"

Thrawn understood your idea almost immediately, looking down on you with a pleased smirk. It made you flush a little, to know the Chiss was impressed. You rarely had a chance to contribute good ideas when his mind worked so much faster than yours.

Eli caught on next, and he started to grin, the happiest you'd seen him in a while. His smile was infectious and you grinned back. Happy looked good on him.

"We know Eva's not shy with younger guys," you explained. "Before Burdick, she was fooling around with some intern in the med bay."

"And Arden's vain enough," added Eli. "If he thinks anyone's interested, he'll go for 'em."

"So we get him to ask her to the gala as his date...." you said.

"Burdick sees the two of them together...." said Eli.

"And realizes he can get back at his lover in another way, by pinning the sabotage on another student...." joined Thrawn.

The three of you stood together, proud and satisfied that yet another plan had finally worked out. It was almost worth the stressful studying and petty bullying and all the other unpleasant things you had to endure at this god-forsaken school, just to have fun moments like this with trusted friends.

"We should attend this gala as well," Thrawn said eventually, holding out a hand for the poster. He inspected it thoughtfully. "It is only a few days before the tests, so I hadn't planned to pay it any mind. But now...."

"Yeah, we should make sure Burdick's as jealous as we want 'im," nodded Eli.

You were secretly pleased. The plan was already a win-win, but now you would be able to go to the event yourself, too. You hadn't mentioned your desire to go to either of them before, figuring they weren't interested and not wanting to sound silly if you suggested it. But you did love dancing, and it was so very rare you got a chance to wear something other than your Imperial uniform.

"It's a dance," you noted, in case they couldn't tell by the details on the poster. "We'll need to go in pairs."

"I suppose it would make the most sense for you and Eli to go together," said Thrawn quietly.

You looked between the two, realizing both of them were flushed slightly. Eli's cheeks were dotted with pink, standing out amongst his dark brown features, while Thrawn had more of a purple tint to his face now, a color you'd never seen there before. You could feel yourself growing warm and uncomfortable as well. It was only a dance... only a way for you to enact a much more important plan... but it was the first time your trio had had to engage in anything other than platonic friendship. The balance of your group seemed to be shifting ever so slightly in this moment, and you had no way of knowing if it was for good or ill.

You cleared your throat, pushing away any feelings that might have been brewing in your chest, and instead calling focus back to the mission at hand.

"Actually, I think I'd better go with Thrawn. Whoever doesn't go with me would have to find their own date, and no offense Thrawn, but I think Eli has the better chance of asking someone else."

You hoped they hadn't noticed how hollow your voice sounded, how hard you were trying to keep yourself emotionless.

Eli was pinker than ever. "Uh, I highly doubt that..."

"You're not completely hated around here, you know," you said quickly. "Definitely not with the girls. You're not bad looking, you can be charming if you try, and you're... you know, human." You glanced at Thrawn and added again quietly, "No offense."

Thrawn shook his head. His color and demeanor had already slipped back into his usual neutral self. "No, I agree. Those are the dynamics of our peers and we must work with it. I will take you to the gala, Eli will find his own date, and all three of us will push Arden and Eva together as well. It's a good plan."

You all nodded in agreement. But there was a knot in your stomach, a nervousness you didn't quite understand. You cared very much for both Thrawn and Eli. They were your best friends, your only friends. As a group, you were bonded by your ostracism, protecting and supporting each other on your journey out of this hell-hole.

And separately, you had something special with each, too. You and Eli came from similar backgrounds, and had the same need to disconnect from your surroundings and just have a bit of fun every once in a while. The two of you had spent many late nights together, either hopping between bars, exploring the city, making each other laugh uncontrollably, or quietly sharing the honest thoughts you both buried far too deeply inside. Some nights you'd done all of the above, and returned to your dorm feeling both exhausted and renewed.

But Eli didn't always appreciate the finer things in life, and that's where you connected with Thrawn. He wasn't necessarily an optimist, but he had this way of noticing the beauty that existed everywhere around you, even in the most simple or mundane of moments. Everything had the potential to be interesting. His calm but strong presence had kept you grounded and sane throughout your studies here so far. Sometimes you would talk, other times you would simply be in the same space. And either way, you felt better about life.

You didn't exactly want your relationship with them to change. But you couldn't help but feel this gala would do just that....

Next Chapter: The Preparation >

Blueberry Path | Thrawn x reader

Cowboy Path | Eli x reader

[zoe-oneesama]

Serving up some LOOKS! I love Mylene's Ivan sweatshirt! Would you be willing to talk about what sort of style elements you use for each character? (If you already have and I haven't found it, please ignore the question, that's on me)

I mostly did this for Mendeleiev’s class back when Punch was starting Leave for Mendeleiev, and I did a small run down for how the Main 5 fashion will change in Scarlet Lady, but not Bustier’s class sooooo:

Marinette -[I’m copy/pasting from an earlier ask]- When she likes a color, she sticks with it. She has a versatile wardrobe, but pink must always be present. She has the hardest to nail style because she experiments all the time, but no matter what she doesn’t feel comfortable unless she has an outer layer. Summer, Winter, Shorts, Pants, she needs to the comfort of a jacket - for Tikki to hide in when her purse isn’t appropriate.

Adrien -[Also C/P]- Basic B*tch. He thinks he’s fancier than he is. Oh sure, his clothes are well tailored to him and fit well, but they’re basic as hell. Gabriel isn’t as “innovative” as he thinks he is. Most of his clothes have the Gabriel logo and he sticks to the brand…because Adrien has no fashion sense whatsoever. Oh, he knows in theory what works and can put an outfit together, but he doesn’t want to. If it were up to him, he’d wear tshirts with physics puns and cat themed jackets. But alas, when one is an icon…

Alya -[C/P]- Mom Vibes. Fashion is not her priority. She knows enough to do good for her figure, but otherwise can’t really be bothered. Flannels and jeans in varying heights and a snappy tshirt are all she needs. But she is drawn to things that remind her at least of superheroes or superpowers. Her ridiculous high tops with the spiky tongue? She thinks it makes her look fast. She’s also the one who’s going to embarrass Marinette by wearing trendy but “garbage” fashion: fanny packs, Jellies, ugs with sweatpants. Dammit Alya, you’re a beautiful human being, do you mind NOT dressing like a hobo on vacation?! (Secretly her favorite outfits are from Martinique, but she saves them for special occasions).

Nino -[C/P]- Precious trash goblin. Wash your shirts and the neckline won’t be so worn out! He likes graphic tees with his favorite bands and DJs logos on them (he’s partial to ones without the name of the band or DJ so he can find other fans) and prefers things to be loose. He’s also drawn to colors and he’s super chill when his “garbage” girlfriend rolls up to a date looking like she’s going to an amusement part with her four kids, because it means she can’t dump on him for not looking “put together” (she would never!). He’ll try to dress up every now and then for a fancier date or when Adrien manages to snag him a spot at an event with him, but it’s pretty clear he’s uncomfortable without his hat and headphones. He has a few Moroccan outfits that he brings out in the Summer.

Chloe - Expensive Fashion Forward Chic. She made a staple out of shaming anyone else who dared to wear her favorite color yellow over the years. She was extremely smug about being the first in her grade to experiment with makeup that she never bothered to get good at it. Her clothes are expensive with just a smidge of impractical - only someone with cash to burn would constantly wear white pants! She’s also the kind of person to put off dressing for the cold as long as she can- if she puts on all these jackets and layers, how will these peasants see my brand name clothes underneath?! A lot of her fashion decisions are based on long forgotten advice from her mother - gold over silver jewelry, always have something on your head, brand or nothing. She’ll only abandon a well worn trend if her mother directly contradicts it.

Sabrina - Nerdy, geeky, almost like she’s wearing a uniform. She’s preparing to be Chloe’s assistant best friend for life so she has to look the part. She’s long abandoned any hope of shining next to Chloe, so being flashy and showy is out of the question. Luckily, Chloe isn’t drawn to patterns, so that’s a field of fashion that Sabrina can claim for her own. Doesn’t matter where it is, something she’s wearing needs to have a pattern. Leggings are her favorite accessory and she’s taken to collecting Chat Noir merch (though it’s less out of admiration for the hero himself and more for her “role” with Chloe. It reminds her of the rare times when Chloe acts like they’re friends.)

Mylene - Bohemian, and a touch artsy. Peace is important to her and her vibe reflects that. She’s not super up for showing a lot of skin, but neither are a lot of girls in her class. She leans towards a muted color palette so that her hair doesn’t clash, though she usually tries to match one piece of clothing to some color in her hair. Her accessories are a bit childish and kitchy, like her monster head bead, and she has a huge collection of hair accessories, like bandannas and headbands. She has a lot of different passions with various levels of seriousness, so she’ll come to Marinette for advice on how to use her wardrobe to fit the level of professionalism she wants.

Alix - Sporty but on the lazier side. Fashion is such an anti priority. She’s the one Marinette will go to for her more out there ideas because she has no recoil to pants made of buckles or shapeless over shirts, but that’s as far as it goes. Her clothes are made to be weather resistant and easy to slip on (and so that her dad won’t be pissed if she wipes out and rips something). If it were up to her, she’d just shop out of thrift stores and pick out all the color blocked 80s windbreakers, but when your whole squad is held together by a fashion designer, you can only get away with so much. Her nicest clothes are made by Marinette for her professional races and competitions and her favorites have nods to Egypt mythology and history.

Ivan - Punk but like…beginners guide to punk. Let’s be honest, when you’re built like a brick house, shopping is hard - or at least not that much fun. Ditto when you’re a dude that just…doesn’t particularly care. Ivan has a bunch of cargo pants because they fit, they’re grungy, and they’re practical. SO MANY POCKETS!!! Beyond that, like Nino, he prefers to wear band shirts of his favorite groups. His hiking boots are the nicest things he owns and he has a few bracelets that he only brings out when he’s “dressing up”. The most colorful thing he owns is a hoodie/pants set from the Cartoon Monster Show that Mylene’s hair bead is modeled after.

Kim - Sporty and Serious. Sweatpants and running shoes. That’s the make of his wardrobe. After all, you need to be able to challenge anyone to a race at ANY TIME!! Dressing up for him means putting on a pair of jeans, and he’s pretty much always under dressed but also completely oblivious to the fact. Red is his favorite color and he’s partial to that one brand of sports wear that’s on his hoodie-shirt and sweatband. If something is waterproof (and therefore, sweatproof) he’ll give it a try AS LONG AS IT’S REEEEED!!!

Max - Geek Fashion. Max dresses like he’s already 65 years old, and with his best friend being Kim? He might be. He has invested in some good walking shoes because when your bestie is running off at any and every moment, you gotta do SOMETHING to keep up. His pants are higher up than most guys and his shirts are always tucked in. He prefers sweaters over sweatshirts and cardigans to jackets. We are comfortable in this house, not trendy!

Juleka - Electro Goth. Black is the main attraction, but she likes that punch of something neon - purple, green, even blue (Rose can tell she’s feeling romantic when she puts on some pink). She’s tall and likes clothes that accentuate that and she’s a fan of the details - shoulder cuts, lace inserts, epaulets. And despite covering half her face, she’s really into makeup (and she’s way better than Chloe). Does she have colored contacts? She’ll never tell.

Rose - Decora Kei is probably the best shortcut to describing her look, followed by Kawaii Fashion. Doesn’t matter if she burns to look at, she IS the embodiment of soft and cute! Obviously pink is her favorite color, bu she also likes pairing it with some other bright colors. Rainbows. Are. EVERYTHING. And she’s a sucker for bunnies and strawberries and angel wings ^^! How else is she supposed to have an amazing day if she’s not decked out in sunshine?!

Nathaniel - Basic but like Colorful Basic. He definitely hopped the skinny jeans phase and will continue to do so until he finally grows a bit. He holds onto clothes pretty long because there’s only so many times you can buy new shirts after getting paint and charcoal on them before you just stop caring. He aims for durability instead of fashionable, but also collects clothes with the logo from the show he likes. (And no one knows about his secret Ladybug merch collection that he only wears around his house).

Lila - Gyaru was the search term I used. She’s one of the few with a not super saturated color palette, sticking to dark neutrals. She’s drawn to patterns, like polka dots and zebra prints, and tries to balance it with neutral colors. Plus anything that makes her seem “exotic” and foreign and more interesting, she’ll wear (as long as it’s stylish enough for her.) She cleverly toes the line between fashionable and trashy, showing just enough skin or using a just flashy enough pattern. Every piece she wears she’s crafted a whole story around how she got it, like her bracelets being a gift from street kids in Belize or her earrings being a prize she won when impressing an East Asian Prince. 

[crows-murder]

Theater nerd Bozer

I wanna make headcanons about MacGyver so I will.

Wilt Bozer was a smart kid. He was in all Pre-AP and AP classes in both middle and high school. Sure, he wasn’t Mac smart, but he was a studious kid who did his homework and was naturally gifted in math and science.

He was in fifth grade when he developed an interest for the performing arts after going to New York City during the summer and going to Broadway.

In sixth grade he chose theater as his elective (IDK how Mission City worked, so I based it off of my school sue me).

And he loved every minute of it (except that one time he got props crew).

He liked the acting enough, but much preferred operating behind the scenes (especially as costume or make-up crew)

He loved doing research on the time period and looking for costumes for the time period and assembling them, buying fabrics and sewing it together, or browsing through costume stores and antique shops. He loved styling wigs for some characters, or applying stage make-up to make the actors look older in some cases.

He loved readjusting the costumes during dress rehearsals, resizing, fixing the seams, adjusting parts, adding accessories to the outfit.

He also loved being in crew because his mom would always give him make-up tips and help him out with the sewing of the costumes and his dad would help him buy the needed fabrics. It was a type of family activity in its own way.

In 8th grade, Bozer got cast as the Beast in the production of Beauty and the Beast Jr. (it was his first and only lead role).

It was actually his first kiss.

His first kiss was Belle, and it took both of them a while to do it without blushing and burst into nervous giggles.

It also turned out that Belle (played by an 8th grader named Maggie) became his first girlfriend.

They lasted three months, but Bozer had liked dating her and she was nice enough that they stayed friends until graduation.

Mac, of course, was clueless when it came to theater. But that never deterred him. He came to every single one of Bozer’s rehearsals and every single performance (even that one time he had a bad case of the flu and got a lot of people sick afterwards).

Mac will be damned if he won’t be there to support his best (and only) friend.

Bozer’s second elective (that he got to choose in 8th grade), of course, was home ec (his dad was an amazing cook and Bozer wanted to be able to cook just like him, too).

Another reason (that he still adamantly denies to this day) is that he just wanted to bake his friend a birthday cake. He knew Mac’s history with his birthday-- hell, he’d been there two years ago when his old man left for good-- but he refused to not celebrate his friend’s birthday. He was stubborn that way (he blames Mac for that).

For the past two years, Bozer would drag Mac (literally) to the local bakery and buy two cupcakes with his limited allowance and ask for a candle and that was how they celebrated Mac’s birthday. This year, Bozer was going to change things up.

Of course, that year, Mac’s birthday fell on the opening night of their production, but Bozer refused not to bake the cake. His parents had tried to discourage him, but they finally gave up and let Bozer stay up late to finish his best friend’s cake (secretly they were proud of their son and knew how much Mac meant to him-- just as much as Josh had meant to him).

After the performance, Bozer turned down the celebratory waffles at IHOP (a tradition), since he could still go after the next two performances, and instead dragged Mac back to his house where Bozer and his parents had decided to set up a birthday dinner for him.

When Bozer came out of the kitchen with the cake (chocolate, Mac’s favorite, sloppily iced with purple buttercream icing and ‘happy birthday Mac!’ in shaky writing), Mac broke down, understanding what Bozer had done.

Bozer of course, starts freaking out thinking he did something wrong (he didn’t, Mac was just really touched).

They all enjoy the rest of the night and Mac’s twelfth birthday (he skipped two grades) is the best one he’s had since his dad left (Bozer hates James MacGyver a little more because of this).

So Bozer keeps doing theater and home ec all through high school, and joins the film club at the high shool and even the science club for Mac because the poor kid shows up to every rehearsal and performance and Bozer wants to thank him and his big heart.

He usually stayed in crew roles except for one or two minor roles and that time he got props crew in 10th grade 

He hasn’t hated a role as much as he had hated props crew. 

“These actors have NO RESPECT-- ZERO RESPECT-- FOR THEIR DUMB PROPS”

Mac can be heard laughing in the distance.

Bozer, of course, absolutely adored musicals. His favorite has been West Side Story since forever. He loves it as much as Jack loves his Bruce Willis movies, but Bozer’s obsession is more of a guilty pleasure.

Mac now HATES this musical.

For years, Bozer has made him suffer through the songs thousands of times and made him watch the movie at every single one of their sleepovers (Mac can actually recite the story by heart at this point).

Okay, he doesn’t really hate it.

He just tells Bozer that.

But when Bozer has a rough day at work, or just has an off day where he’s sick or just not feeling up to doing anything, Mac clears his schedule and it’s pizza and West Side Story because he knows it’ll cheer Bozer up immediately.

(It does)

All through middle school Bozer dreamt of creating costumes and doing make-up for Broadway musicals.

In high school, he got into making prosthetics more and more and wanted to make movies for a living (while still making the costumes of course).

Just

Bozer as a theater nerd who was also amazing at cooking (because Mac was never going to be)

It’s a thing okay?

Film school AND acting classes?

Passion’s gotta start somwhere.

And that somewhere is school.

[simmerdanicc]

50 questions about your sim

Cutie Charlotte                                          

1. How old is your sim? 15

2. When is your sim’s birthday? 20th April

3. What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Taurus

4. What is your sim’s ethnicity? Mix of Korean and British

5. Does your sim have any nicknames? Her mums call her C

6. Do they have a job? If so what is it?  No shes just 15 but plays the guitar and  people gives her tips

7. Where does your sim live? Oasis Springs

8.Who does your sim live with? 2 mums, Brother, 2 kitties and a hamster

9. What environment did your sims grow up in (strict, loving, cold etc.)? Loving too casual probably

10. What are your sim’s favourite food? Hot Dogs

11. What is your sim’s favourite drink? Lemonade

12. If they have one what is your sim’s favourite color? Purple

13. Does your sim believe in any clichés (like love at first sight, etc)? I dont think so

14. What is your sim’s sexuality? straight

15. What is your sim’s gender identity? Female

16. Is your sim type a or type b? B

17. Is your sim introverted or extroverted? Extroverted

18. What is your sims favourite woohoo position? Still a virgin because Carlton keeps regecting her flirts

19. Is your sim a pet person? If so what is their favorite animal? Shes a cat lover

20. Does your sim have a best friend? Not really, but she is close to Gianna

21. What is/was your sim’s favorite school subject? Music

22. Is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school? Mid achiver, Shes smart and getting a B but slacks and is very easily distracted

23. Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? If so, what would be or what was their major? I dont think she will but has a few years to decide and if she does defo a music major

24. What are your sims political beliefs (if they have them)? Left

25. What is one thing your sims wants to do before they die? Hear her own song on the radio

26. Does your sim have a favorite TV show (cable) and/or movie? Anything reality

27. Is your sim a Netflix viewer? If so what are their top 3 shows. Riverdale, Crazy ex girlfriend and drag race

28. Does your sim like books? If so what’s their favourite one? She reads ya novels

29. Does your sim enjoy video games, if so what is their favourite one and do they play on PC or console? Plays simcity a lot

30. What is your sim’s personal style? She tries to fit in so wears what she thinks people like to see

31. Does your sim have a lucky charm? Nope

32. Is your sim religious? She does not believe in any religion really

33. What kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favorite artist? Indie and rnb

34. Is your sim a festive person? If so what’s their favorite holiday? Loves all holidays

35. What is your sim’s favorite type of weather? Sunshine so she can lounge around the pool with her friends

36. Does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them? would finish them

37. Does your sim have a dream job? world famous musicion

38. Does your sim have any siblings? Twin brother Matt

39. Does your sim get along with their family? He gets along with her mum Nichole more than Hanna and her brother

40. What is your sims favourite hobby? playing her guitar

41. What does your sim look for in a romantic partner? shes going through a bad boy phase so anyone who is rebelious

42. What is a secret about your sim? She secretly wants to quit school and be a musician but she knows her parents wont let her

43. What is a wish your sim has? to fall in love

44. What is a flaw your sim has? She cares too much about peoples opinons

45. How do others generally perceive your sim? cute but intimidating

46. Does your sim have a greatest achievement? shes young

47. If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? no regrets but maybe one day she could regret pursuing Carlton even though his is bad news

48. Does your sim have a favorite emoji? Peace hands

49. Does your sim use simstagram? If so what’s their @? WonderlandCharlotte

50. What is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)? ‘Carlton came over today all alone wihtout me asking him too!!!!! He defo wants me’ - Sent to Gianna

[circle-cypher]

Reaction: Their Dog Likes You More Than Them

Request: BTS reacts to their dog liking their girlfriend more than them.

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SeokJin: Jin loved his dog. That being said, he was a bit worried Jjangu might try and bite you when you first met him. He was baffled to see Jjangu curl up on your lap the moment you sat down. Jjangy started to disobey him in favor of your lap, and Jin was getting sick of it quickly. So, Jin picked up Jjangu set him down on the floor, an equal distance from you and from him. He tried his hardest to get Jjangu to come to him, but when he curled up in your lap for the second time, Jin was very, very salty.

Namjoon: Namjoon was surprised to see Rapmonster look so peaceful with you, to say the least. Rapmonster always looked so confused and appalled when he was with Namjoon, to the point where he assumed Rapmonster just looked like that. When you sent him a photo of Rapmonster sprawled out beside you, eyes closed and mouth open, he couldn’t tell whether he was happy or envious. He was pleased to see his dog enjoying your company as much as he did, but he wished Rapmonster would look like that when he was around. He’d end up sending you a bunch of heart eyes emojis and mesaage you about how cute Rapmonster is in reply to the photo no matter what he decided he felt.

Yoongi: Yoongi was jealous beyond belief when Holly didn’t run to the door after he came home from tour, opting to cuddle with you instead. You had been dog-sitting the pooch for a month and a half while Yoongi was on tour, and in that time, it seemed like Holly had completely forgotten about him. Yoongi was mad, but he couldn’t help but see how close you were with his dog and feel happy. Still, Yoongi wanted to be #1 in Holly’s life, and he would metaphorically fight you for that spot.

Hoseok: Hoseok loved his dog, and he loved you, so watching you wrestle Mickey for a purple rope toy was worthy of dozens of pictures. He loved watching you play with Mickey, but soon, Hoseok noticed Mickey would curl up on your lap instead of his, or pick your side of the bed over his. It was strange and different and Hoseok didn’t like it. Hoseok would talk to you about it as if you had robbed him of the dog altogether. Of course, it was more or less a joke, but Hoseok still wasn’t fond of the dog’s new preference.

Taehyung: Taehyung would act pouty but secretly love it when he came home to you cuddlimg with Soonshim. He’d jokingly whine constantly about the dogs love for you, all while cuddling his other pets. As long as Soonshim would still play with him and love him, Taehyung didn’t have a problem with it.

Jimin: Jimin was babysitting a dog that belonged to a close friend of his for about a month. The dog was being difficult with him, but the moment you walked in the door, he’d sit and stay and be a good dog. It secretly made Jimin upset, but he also knew that you couldn’t control the dog nor was it worth the argument. So, he kept his mouth shut.

Jungkook: Gureum was a pretty sassy dog. He only did anything Jungkook said when he had treats in his hand. With you, however, Gureum would sit, stay, and even roll over just so you would pet him. Jungkook wasn’t exactly fond of this. He was incredibly jealous. You’d probably get into a petty fight about it, which could end with him being embarrassed because you figured out he was jealous of how much Gureum loved you. In the end, he’d always be a little salty, but Jungkook would eventually realize that as long as he had the treats, Gureum loved him more.

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Author’s Note: This is all my personal opinion. Please do not take this as fact.

[themildestofwriters]

Because Tumblr’s going down the shitter tomorrow, I’m going to post a chapter of the up-coming novel “short”-story I’m writing, ‘The Weird and Wonderful Sexual Awakening of Babette Melwyn’. This is chapter four, six seven and follows Babette after having her sexual reawakening and deciding to experiment a bit more. Does it spoil what happens? Well, it was already a foregone conclusion anyway and this is only one part of the story which has quite a bit more then just the smut.Quite a bit more.

Briefer:

For backstory: This is the fourth chapter of a longer series, “The Weird and Wonderful Sexual Awakening of Babette Melwyn,” there is more that isn’t much explained in this because it has been explained in previous chapters. However, all you need to know is that Babette  is a immortal goddess ingénue who’s a bit socially awkward and still adjusting to an Earth she has just returned to after aeons of being absent. Her girlfriend is Josephine Williams.

Anyway, on to the story!

Babette Visits Pandora’s Box

Breath—in, out. In, out.

My skin prickled uncomfortably, suffocating heat washing all over me. Like the pounding of war drums, my heart was hammering in my chest. I knew that, if anyone saw me, they would see bright-red blush across my countenance.

I didn’t want to here.

I really didn’t want to be here.

Of course, the option to leave was there. It would be so simple. Just turn around and walk away, but I couldn’t. Wouldn’t. Indignant pride—along with incessant curiosity—kept me rooted in place. I survived hell and beyond, led armies, ruled an Empire and fought against everything from the Third Reich to the very gods themselves.

Yet… here I was, terrified. Petrified!

It infuriated me, how I felt, and it was all Josephine’s fault—or mother’s fault. It fluctuated now and then.

Weeks had passed since mother asked the question that changed everything, and it had been quite the journey. Now, here I was, standing before a building that was in no way discreet. It was only one story tall, sitting at a corner beside a few other stores—a mechanic and hardware retailer. Cement walls were painted black with a long and thick purple strip running through it, merging with a great eight-ball painted on its side; however, instead of there being an eight in the centre, there was an eighteen-plus. To finish it off, atop the flattened roof was a broad sign that read: Pandora’s Box Adult Store.

It was quite a distance from home, at least another suburb over. As sure as I was that it was far enough from school and home that I wouldn’t meet anyone I knew, the fear still lingered like a miasma. If I locked eyes with someone from school, a friend, a family member or, worse, Josephine herself, I knew I’d die from utter humiliation. That, or I’d bury myself somewhere on Pluto for the next century or two, at least until everyone who knew me was dead.

With that in mind, I took precautions. So, nobody would recognise me and hadn’t arrived as myself, per se.

Nobody walking by would see little Babette Melwyn visiting an adult store, no siree. Instead, they would see a man right out of a modern interpretation of Lord of the Rings. To put it simply, he looked like an elf—if a particularly strange elf—with a very thin and lanky frame, a strong aquiline nose that sat flush with his brow, and bright crimson eyes. His clothes were simple, a pair of plain black pants, a forest green shirt and a satchel that hung across his body. Finally, there was the black beanie that sat on his head, hiding a pair of long elfin ears.

I couldn’t remember the last time I used this form. In recent millennia, I hadn’t much use for it: No need to go undercover; no need to hide from the authorities; no songs to sing that simply sounded better with a masculine voice. I would have preferred a slightly different form from this—mostly because changing sex was a rather odd experience—but it was the only one I had that looked human enough and didn’t look a thing like me.

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, I adjusted my new clothes and began crossing the car park.

The streets were relatively empty, and I couldn’t see anyone out and about on a walk nearby, so my fears eased. Despite this, I still flung the entry door as open as I could and stepped inside as quick as I could. Unfortunately, in my haste, I almost slammed my face into another door a few feet away.  Jerking back to save myself, I quickly noticed the large poster plastered on it—big bold letters declared a warning to minors, stating that this wasn’t the place for them.

Well, I’m certainly no minor, at least chronologically, though mentally? I mused. Completely different story.

I gave the poster a further few seconds of consideration before passing through.

The first thing I noticed was the front desk. A few advertisements and products decorated it here and there—lubricants and condoms mainly—but it wasn’t that which interested me, rather it was the human manning the desk who caught my eye.

I didn’t really know what I was expecting when I entered Pandora’s Box: A leering man with questionable stains on a rumbled spotted shirt; an Amazonian sex goddess with thighs that could crush skulls; or maybe the extravagantly dressed Madame who secretly owned a trafficking ring out back. There were many ideas and expectations I had when I first planned this trip. What I got instead was an old lady with greying hair who looked to be in her sixties or seventies. She wore modest clothes, a pale pink blouse with a short red cardigan over top.

It was… odd.

Nevertheless, what she looked like didn’t matter much at all to me. The fact that she was here, staring at me, however, was something else entirely.

She smiled, warm and welcomingly.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice as sweet as any grandmothers should.

“Hey,” I mumbled back, nerves and social ineptitude making it difficult to say much else.

I turned away quickly, wanting to forget she was even there, only to recoil in shock as the rest of the store revealed itself to me.

Just what in the Abyss had I gotten myself into?

Along the walls, hanging from hooks and on display in little island tables was an ungodly supply of dildos—some small, some so large I wondered how they’d even fit! There was more as well: lingerie, butt plugs, handcuffs, vibrators and so much more. Some of these things I couldn’t even name let alone determine their purpose.

Cheeks flared red and, much to my further embarrassment and dismay, I could feel my pants tighten. My eyes grew wide and for the next couple of seconds, all that went through my head was a steady stream of unholy screams and curses.

I had forgotten about that little fact.

I was biologically male and so I had to deal with all the aspects of being a male.

I took a deep breath and accepted that this was going to be my life for the next hour or so. Reluctantly, I began browsing, all the while attempting to reposition my newest appendage as subtly as I could. By Anu, it was uncomfortable.

As for what I was looking for, I didn’t want anything too fancy nor anything too big—just something to satisfy my curiosity—but it soon became apparent that I had absolutely no idea what I was looking for. Silicone versus rubber; double ended verses suction cup; veiny verses smooth; strap-on compatible verses that one weird dildo that looked more like featureless snowman: there were so many options to choose from that tackling size alone was its own chore, and I had no idea what any of it meant!

Oh, sure, I did spend a few weeks online researching the subject. I read a few articles about sex and masturbation, I learned that what I felt when with Josephine was “being horny” or “aroused”, and I’d seen many videos of people having sex. Yet nothing mentioned anything about the specifications of different dildos and what they meant. I didn’t even think this was going to be an issue! I just thought most of the different designs I’d seen were purely aesthetic based!

Unfortunately, it appeared my ignorance must have shown in some way as, after roughly ten minutes of staring at the shelves with confused horror etched on my face, a voice spoke.

“Would you like some help, dearie?” the old lady asked, her sweet voice unnervingly at odds with everything around her. In fact, the entire store felt off. It was quiet, casual. It was like I just walked into a convenience store but instead of lollies and Stanley knives, it sold riding crops and ball-gags.

I turned to the woman, trying my best to keep composure, and paused—at a complete loss for words. Should I ask for help? I had no idea. I didn’t want to look like some idiot, but I also didn’t want to be here any longer than necessary.

Once again, I cursed my stupidity. Of course there would be different types of dildos, each with their own pros and cons, yet all I did was get off to watching those wretched videos.

After much deliberation, I decided “to hell with it” and accepted her aid.

“Yes, please,” I replied meekly.

She smiled tenderly and left the counter, soon joining my side. It was then I realised that I was an entire head taller than her, a completely useless fact that left me feeling uncomfortable for some inexplicable reason. “Do you know what you’re looking for exactly?”

“I—ah…” I wasn’t really sure how to reply to that. Should I just out and say it? Would that be socially accepted? Or would a euphemism be in order? I had no bloody idea. “I’m looking for… I’m looking for a dildo.”

“Is this your first time?” she asked, this time with a knowing.

First time? I blushed. “Is it really that obvious?”

“Don’t worry, dearie,” she said. “I’ll help you out.”

One misunderstanding and many uncomfortable questions later, I had my vibrator in hand. While I would have much preferred a normal dildo, it at least looked far less complicated than the other toys recommended. The entire vibrator verses dildo dichotomy confused me, but not being an expert left me little room to complain. Of course, getting to that point wasn’t easy nor fun. Not only did I realise how deep the well of my stupidity goes but I think I somehow convinced the old lady that I was trans. After all, how else are you supposed to explain away a man looking for a dildo to use on his vagina?

Soon after paying, I hid the vibrator away in my satchel and left the store as discreetly as possible.

Once out, I wandered around for a bit, eventually arriving at a wooded park nearby. Hiding among the trees, I made sure none were nearby before returning to my old skin.

Shapeshifting was a queer affair. Disorientation was always something to worry about if one was unaccustomed with the art or shifting into an unfamiliar body with different proportions. However, that was only a minor inconvenience for me as it was the shift itself that was more unusual. It was by no means painful or anything, it simply felt weird. It was as if my skin and bones were melting and reshaping again and again until my body fit what form I desired. The first to change was my height, becoming noticeably shorter; my shoulders narrowed; my hips widened; my chest expanded; features became less elvish and more feminine; and then finally, my eyes shifted from a red to vivid gold.

It only took a second at the most, but I was grateful that my body was mine once again. What’s more, the annoying erection was no more, yet I still felt the tingling of anticipation twisting in my gut below, aching for release.

I fought down a shiver and took a deep breath. Every thought I had went straight beck to the vibrator in my bag: what I would do with it; what it would do to me. I was eager, ready, but I couldn’t just fly home right now—I needed batteries.

After once again checking to see if the coast was clear, four great black wings burst from my back, tearing through my shirt. A few seconds, I launched into the sky, vanishing from sight moments later.

A short stop to buy an eight-pack of batteries later and I was on my way home.

I had the house all to myself, what with my family being out for the next few hours, so I had time to satiate my curiosity. There was a reason I chose today to go out to the store.

Locking the front door behind me, I silently set the alarm spell just in case anyone attempted to break in. I then retired to my room, closing and once again locking the door before flopping onto my bed.

I was home, all alone.

The strange aching sensation had tapered off during the flight, but now that I was back, all I could think about was the vibrator and what would come next.

Sitting up, I opened my satchel and removed my newly bought toy, still sitting inside the box it was sold in.

I removed the packaging and examined the purple disembodied member. It was roughly seven inches long, curved slightly, with a realistic mould of the male genitalia. Apparently, it was a high-quality product, not only being waterproof and made of silicone but also with seven different intensities to choose from. Let’s just hope it was worth every cent I spent.

I bit my lip, my legs squirming together as the tingling warmth began spreading throughout my body. I was eager—more than eager—to find out how it would feel. Fingers were one thing, but these were supposed to be ten times better.

I smirked despite myself. Everyone said masturbation was a healthy and natural thing, even my therapist, but their words still didn’t change how I felt. Masturbation was a dirty thing, so depraved and selfish in my mind; a taboo I had never considered, yet a taboo all the same. However, these thoughts only seemed to make the action all the more exciting as if to spite it all. It was a forbidden fruit, something I shamefully tasted once and was left only wanting more.

Quickly, I summoned a Shroud of Silence around my bedroom and got ready.

With the batteries placed inside, I quickly discarded my clothes—my beanie, hair tie, shoes and socks—and threw them onto the floor with everything else that wasn’t necessary.

Next came the tattered shirt. I didn’t really need it anymore and considering the fact that it was already ruined, I tore it off and threw the remains to the floor. Without a bra, I was left bare-chested, everything from my pale lavender-grey skin to my scars—some faint, some not—and my small breasts.

I looked down, I inspected myself—the dark room, a bright monochrome to my eyes. My body felt all warm and sensitive, hyper-aware of the tingling pressure below my navel begging to be attended to. My hands roved, tempted to simply forgoing the vibrator and take matters into my own hands. The slightest touch was like sparks of electricity to my skin, enticing.

I forced myself to stop, to think clearly. I crawled onto my bed. With pillows to act as a buffer, I leaned against the headboard and spread my legs. Absently, I summoned the vibrator to hand and… stopped.

This was the first time I had ever used anything aside from my fingers and pillow, and I had no idea what I was going to expect. Of course, I had seen videos of people using them but seeing and experiencing were two completely different things.

I pressed the button sitting flush with the black base of the vibrator and instantly the room was filled with a low hum.

I squirmed at the noise, the vibrations stimulating my imagination. My legs clamped shut and I could feel my body ache to feel the massaging touch of my new toy. Like tunnel vision, the vibrator was the only thing on my mind at the moment—the desire to feel it against me, inside me; the carnal pleasures it would bring. But before I began, curiosity pushed me further. I pressed the button a few more times, each rewarding me with a new and enticing setting that picked up in intensity until it was buzzing madly in hand.

My breath hitched and quickly I switched the thing off with a final press of the button.

By Anu, I would certainly not be using that setting tonight. That was far too… too potent. I smiled nevertheless, excited to see what this night would bring.

Relaxing against the headboard, I spread my legs once again.

Slowly, the fingers of my left hand ran down my body, past the tuft of silky black pubic hair before gliding over my warm mound. I wanted to ease myself in, not be overly hasty.

First, I started with my middle digit, circling my clitoris—each movement of my finger sending sparks of pleasure, some more often than not, flowing through my body. I varied myself, trying to find that right touch, that right rhythm to get the best effect. Sometimes I would slide my finger between slippery lips, delving deep into my warmth; at other times, I would use two or more fingers, playing with myself until my head became hazy.

The only constant was how deep my breathing became and how slick my fingers got. I felt as if I could go on and on, slowly building myself up and up until that bright flash of absolute paradise. It would be easy to give into temptation, but I stopped myself, huffing a deep breath as I did.

Bringing my fingers up for inspection, I saw they were glistening, lines of wetness connecting finger to finger like a spider’s web.

I blushed. I had never been so wet before.

I knew I was enthusiastic—shamefully so—but I didn’t expect this!

I stared, almost mesmerised by the lines of fluid that coated my fingers. I had seen video after video of men and women using their mouths and tongues, tasting the viscous juices of others. I wondered how it tasted—the girls surely looked like they were enjoying themselves from what I remember.

I tilted my head and, in a fit of impulse, brought my fingers to my lips, dragging my middle finger down my tongue.

The taste… it tasted kind of… I wasn’t sure.

There wasn’t much of a taste to be honest, perhaps a bit sweet? It was underwhelming, to be honest. It wasn’t ambrosia and I certainly wouldn’t drink a glass full. But, somehow… the thought that this was what a woman tasted like?

I wondered if this is what every woman tasted like or if it was different. Did Josephine taste this way? I didn’t know but I wanted to find out—to feel my tongue running along her slick lips, tasting every inch of her. I could almost see it when I closed my eyes, her body writhing beneath me; my tongue explored every inch of her.

I brought my fingers back to my mouth, slowly lapping up the remaining nectar from each digit. This was the closest I could ever get to Josephine and I savoured every last bit, moaning as I did. My tongue grew and reformed, becoming longer and pointed, wrapping around my fingers and tasting every last drop.

Only when I was done and there was none left did I sigh, deep and content. The taste wasn’t anything special but the thought of my tongue exploring Josephine’s depths just made it so… so… delectable. My body was already hot and bothered before, but now I could barely think straight.

I turned my attention back towards my vibrator and then down towards my vagina—aching heat calling desperately to be tended to.

Readjusting my grip, I turned it on to the lowest setting and brought it down slowly. The second it brushed against me, I jerked up, stifling a small cry—a powerful jolt of pleasure, intense and sudden, shooting through me.

It… um. I— I didn’t expect that…

Suppressing a grin, I repositioned myself and pressed against me again. Just like before, pleasure shot through me, but it was more than that—a near constant assault as I pressed it between my lips. The vibrator changed pitch, and I groaned and squirmed.

I tried to be quiet, but I couldn’t help but mutter under my breath.

“Fuck…” I groaned, beginning to move the head, watching it roam around my vulva. I never let it overstay its welcome, exploring around and between soaking lips to my sensitive clitoris and everywhere else. As I did, more jolts of pleasure racked through me, soliciting moan after moan, threatening to overwhelm me.

My head lulled back, eyes closed, as my free hand moved slid up my waist and ribs, tickling my side before cupping my breast. With thumb and finger, I teased myself, pinching my hardened nipple as fresh waves drowned me in carnal delight.

My groans became louder, hungrier. I could feel that presence below my navel growing and growing as time ticked by—tense, like a spring, as if it were ready to release at any moment.

I didn’t just want more, I needed more.

I pressed the button on the base and—

“By Anu!” I cried. My body arched suddenly, an entirely new world of ecstasy taking root. I pressed the button again and again, lost in my insatiable craving for more. “Oh, fuck!”

My mind blanked, the world around me darkening as I focused purely on myself and nothing else. I felt as if I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to. All I could think about was feeding my blind hedonism until I was left a drooling mess.

Pinching and teasing turned to rough kneading—my hand massaging and squeezing my small supple breast.

Soon, fantasies began filling my mind to tempt and stimulate. I remembered back to that particular video I watched—the one of the two women sharing in each other’s company. They would kiss deeply, their hands ever wandering, caressing, teasing. Soon, one girl began to kiss lower, down the other’s neck, past her breast and between her legs.

I couldn’t help but put myself in the other’s position, completely at the mercy to another’s masterful tongue.

But then the girl changed. No longer was she a blonde white woman taking deep pleasure in lapping up every inch of me. Instead, her skin turned a dark caramel, her hair curlier and now a deep chocolate brown. She looked at me, parting hair that obscured her face and—

My heart skipped a beat.

Josephine…

I could see her plain as day in my mind.

She crawled to me, slowly and seductively, her delicious arse swaying so tantalisingly as she did—her enthralling green eyes never wavering from mine. There was a look in those eyes, some unrestrained hunger that scared me, excited me and awoke something deep within me.

Pure bliss flooded every part of my body. I moaned her name, feeling shameful desire swirl at my desperation. That presence below my navel called out, demanding to be filled, and I obeyed.

My lips parted as I eased the vibrator in. First the head then, slowly, the rest of it began to fill me. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Instantly, I was intoxicated, drunk on unabashed lust. I groaned loud—loud enough that, had anyone been home, they surely would have heard.

In and out, I pumped the vibrator, building speed as I yearned to feel more. My free hand soon joined it, massaging my clitoris as the vibrator continued to send wave after wave of crushing pleasure through me again and again and again.

My fantasy continued, Josephine’s splendour still in my mind.

I soaked up every last bit of her I could remember—her eyes, her skin, those lips. Oh, how I longed to feel those luscious lips upon my own, on my neck, on my breast, teasing me with teeth and tongue.

Down, down, down, down.

How I longed for those beautiful soft lips to mark me all the way down to between my legs—to feel her tongue dance a most wicked dance around and inside me, exploring my warm depths.

Oh, how I wanted her here.

I wanted her, I so desperately wanted her here it was frustrating. I wanted her here to make me her plaything. I wanted her here to ravage me so completely that I couldn’t think straight. I wanted her here to fuck me hard and rough until I was nothing more than an incoherent babbling mess in the palm of her hands.

I gasped.

My entire body seized up, legs slamming shut onto my hands. I clenched down hard onto my vibrator. My entire body rocked. Hips bucking wildly as absolute euphoria flooded my entire body.

I felt as if I was being shattered deep into my very core—a feeling so strong and intense it almost hurt.

Muffled whine turned whimpers tried desperately to be heard as white hot bliss shot through me again and again and again and again.

Jolt after jolt of agonising pleasure ruined me, never-ending and omnipresent. I could feel it building me up and up, just as before. Every inch of me felt so sensitive, like the slightest touch could send me spiralling down all over again.

I cried out, every last moan loudly declaring my depraved deeds to the world.

I couldn’t handle it. It was just too overwhelming.

I removed the vibrator as quickly as I could, fearing that I would break. The second its ravenous touch left, I surrendered to fatigue.

My heart raced. Blood thumped loudly in my ears. My breaths, long and laboured. I was utterly exhausted.

I laid there for a moment, trying to recover my lost strength. The buzzing of the vibrator continued but a quick spell later and all that could be heard was my heavy breaths.

That was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

It was just so… so… pure. So utterly all-consuming. I could barely describe it.

Slowly, my faculties returned. My mind became clearer and my breathing soon became more measured. When my body relinquished control back to me, I summoned the silenced vibrator to hand. I could still it vibrate against my hand and so I quickly cycled through the various settings and turned it off, placing it on my bedside.

I continued laying for a time, staring up at the cream ceiling as my muscles began to relax.

After a minute or so, I pulled myself up to a sitting position and quickly looked down, noticing a sudden wetness against my leg.

I frowned, cheeks flaring hot as I realised just how soaked I, and the bed, was. Not only were my thighs glossy with the clear coating of my release, but there was a large dark stain on my sheets, intermingling with the marks of sweat.

I sighed and reclined on my bed. It’d be a pain to clean up. Next time, definitely bring a towel.

Next time.

I smiled wistfully and turned to the veiny member sitting innocently on my bedside. There was no doubt that I wouldn’t be using it again.

But now? I need to clean up and probably have a bath. A nice warm bath.

[faeuniblog]

Bi-Zine - Script

(Page 2)

My name is Fae-Jinni and I will be your guide through this Zine about the Bisexual community.

So, what is Bisexuality?

Bisexuality is the romantic or sexual attraction toward both males and females. It’s one of the three main classification of sexual orientation along with heterosexuality and homosexuality.

(Cute little drawing of Bi-person, Homo-person and Hete-person with their flag coloured over them)

The term bisexuality, hetero- and homosexuality, were all coined in the 19th century.

(Page 3)

While it’s true that being bisexual, meaning you're attracted to both sexes, these attractions are not always equal to each other.

To help explain this, below I have put the Kinsey Scale and the Purple-Red Scale of Attraction.

The Kinsey scale, also called the Heterosexual–Homosexual Rating Scale, is used to describe a person’s sexual orientation. It was created by the sexologist Alfred Kinsey in 1948. (Picture of Kinsey)

It is a scale that goes from 0, meaning exclusively heterosexual, to 6, meaning exclusively homosexual. (Picture of Kinsey Scale)

In 2016, Langdon Parks created a new scale after learning that he was asexual but still attracted to women. This new scale allows the user to label how they experience that attraction on a scale of A to F. A represents asexuality, while F represents hypersexuality. (Drawing or picture of Langdon Parks) (Picture of Purple and Red Scale)

(Page 4)

The point I’m trying to make is that everyone has a different experiences of being bi as there are different levels of being bi. I myself am a 2 on the Kinsey scale and a D2 on the Red and Purple Scale as I personally seem to fancy men more but I have always found women attractive.

(Page 5)

You know, at this point I was going to give examples of animals that have shown bisexual behaviour in nature however when I typed into Google ‘bisexually animals’ this is what came up… (screenshot)

A few links about the definition of 'bisexually'. Animals that have both sex organs and animals that reproduce bisexually. But nothing about animals showing bisexual behaviour.

And this isn't because it doesn't exist! When I typed in ‘homosexual animals’, google can't seem it get enough of it. (screenshot)

If there are animals that have shown they're gay by fucking the same gender, then there are going to be animals who have fucked both genders. (draw a animal or something)

Which means! = Bisexual! (Draw funny picture of a lion or something fucking both sexes and it = bi)

So, this segues nicely into my next topic, bi-erasure.

(Page 6)

There is this lovely little thing called ‘bisexual erasure’ or ‘bisexual invisibility’. At best, it’s the tendency for people, media or shows to ignore, remove or just not acknowledge bisexuality. At worst, it’s blatant biphobia.

·         It's just a Phase.

·         You'll choose a side

·         Your sexuality isn't real

·         You're just confused

·         So you’re straight

·         You’re invading queer space

·         So you’re gay then

·         Want to have a threesome with me and my boyfriend/girlfriend/friend

·         You're greedy

·         Promiscuous

·         But I thought you were gay/straight!

·         Are you gay or straight?

·         How do you know you're bi if you've never been with someone of the same sex?

·         You're not bi enough

·         You're not a real bisexual

·         You're half gay and half straight!

·         You have straight passing privilege!

·         I can't date you because you've been with guys.

·         You won't stay faithful and hop onto the next straight man you see.

·         You're just doing it for the attention

(Page 7)

For some examples, let’s look at some TV shows!

Friends!

Prior to the start of the series, Ross’s wife Carol came out as lesbian after being married to him for several years and then married Susan their lover. This isn’t particularly unusual in the not so gay-friendly early ‘90s context. However, it’s made clear that she and Ross still enjoyed a sexual relationship together still even after she got involved with Susan. Ross even brings up how they had "some good times before she became a lesbian...and a few afterwards, as well," and Ross’ and Carol’s son was even conceived at three months after she admitted to seeing Susan. Carol however, is only ever referred exclusively as gay, bisexuality is never brought up.

(Page 8)

Glee!

In the TV show Glee, there are two female high school students that appeared to be bisexual, Brittany and Santana. Santana is referred to as a lesbian character despite previously having two ex-boyfriends while Britany identified herself as ‘fluid’ and ‘bi-curiou’.

Blaine is a gay exchange student who becomes confused with is orientation in one episode and is convinced he's bisexual. His friend Kurt dismissed his confused saying that gay teenagers called themselves bi "when they want to hold hands with [the opposite sex] and feel normal for a change" Blaine calls it out as a double-standard. Despite all this, Blaine turns out 100% gay at the end of the episode. Ryan Murphy, one of the show’s creators of the show, defended his decision by saying that the ‘kids need to know he’s one of them’.

Apparently, us bi kids out there don’t need that kind of support!

How about we look at how the media treats celebrities that are bisexual

(Page 9)

Examples from real life aren’t much better.

Freddie Mercury is considered one of the most famous gay icons. Did you know he was Bi? Freddie was openly bisexual, had relationships with both men and women and never formally came out as gay.

Bisexual erasure at its finest my friends.

(Page 10)

Then we get people like Boy George, someone from ‘our’ own community going on a biphobic twitter rant.

His response to his fans who felt hurt and upset “that you’d reduce my valid sexuality to a lie or joke,” was (Example/sceenshots)

(Page 11)

I think some words from dedicated bi leader, Faith Cheltenham and Ph.D., Contributor, Activist and writer, Beth Sherouse would be a nice closes to this zine.

Until bisexuals stop being the unmentionables of the LGBTQIA community we will continue to be the punching bags of both gay and straight, with respite nowhere to be found.

- Faith Cheltenham

Lesbians and gay men, this angry bisexual is tired of being your afterthought.

- Beth Sherouse

(Highly recommend reading Sherouse’s article on growing up bi and the treatment she got from it.)

Do a small personal conclusions talking about 50% 50%, personal expressents of myself and others.

No, I am not 50% gay, 50% straight. No, I’m not saying it for attention and No, I’m not scetatly gay.

I’m bi, and I deserve to be acknowledge and seen for what I am.

Extra shit and notes that I didn’t use

Change title, ‘The Bisexually community’ to ‘Bisexual Culture’

Intro

These are the topic’s all be covering in this zine:

·         What is bisexuality, and to be Bisexual?

·         Queer Theory and Identity

·         LGBT Community & Treatment of bisexuals

·         How the media and celebrities treats bisexuals

I’m going to be talking about

Intro into Bisexuality Specially

Biphobia and the LGBT+ Community

“Being Bi is only something I’ve really come to except recently in my life, self-acceptance is the first hurdle when it come being part of the LGBT+. But, just because I’ve accept this doesn’t mean “

You’d think that being bi would be great, you’ve basically doubled your dating options and if you’re family doesn’t like it, just pretend to be straight right?

Wrong!

Being bi is normal, animals and shit. Give a history lesson, talk about famous people who are bi for something.

There’s a nifty little scale created by Alfred Kinsey around 1948 called Kinsey scale.

(Picture of Kinsey Scale)

Which was later expanded upon by a Southern California dude named Langdon Parks (improvised drawing of Park dude as I don’t know what he looks like) who created the Purple and Red Scale of Attractions!

(Picture of Purple and Red Scale)

It was weird for me growing up as I always thought that everyone was also attracted to everyone else.

One women I spoke to said that because she was in a relationship with a women at the moment, she finds women more attractive and that when she’s dating men, she more attracted to men.

I’ve spoken to some bisexual who say they are more attracted to the sex there current partner is.

A nice metaphor for this is liking both tea and coffee. Coffee is men, Tea is women. Some people prefer Tea but coffee is also fine. Some people like coffee and tea equally. Some people’s prefers can change temporarily and others permanently.

It’s like someone liking both Coffee and Tea (I happen to be a hot chocolate person myself but that’s beside the point).

That’s a simple version of it but being bisexual is a little more complicated.

To help demonstrate what I’m talking about, I present that Kinsey Scale and Purple-Red Scale of Attraction.

It’s really not as simple as that. If you’re a girl coming out as bi, you’re just doing it for attention.

If you’re a boy, you’re secretly gay and are just afraid to ‘come out’ fully.

Bisexuals are called greedy, promiscuous and carrier STDs. They’re untrustworthy and traitors but they’re good for threesomes.

It doesn’t help that on top of that, the treatment we get from that Gay and Lesbian community is just as bad as well.

Some people describe bisexuals as being half-straight and half-gay, this is wrong and thinking this ways leads to segregation from both the straight and gay community. Being bisexual is being 100% bisexual, not half anything.

Okay, I think I’ve hit the required page minimum for this project now so it’s time for some closing words from dedicated bi leader, Faith Cheltenham and Ph.D., Contributor, Activist and writer, Beth Sherouse.

References

(1) http://www.bisexualindex.org.uk/index.php/bisexuality (Page 1, what is Bi)

(2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisexuality (Page 1, what is Bi)

(3) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heterosexual%E2%80%93homosexual_continuum

(4) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_bisexuality

(5) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinsey_scale

(6) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_Kinsey

(7) https://mic.com/articles/126346/what-s-your-true-sexual-orientation-the-purple-red-scale-is-here-to-help-you-find-out#.FsriffCag (Purple and Red)

(8) http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NoBisexuals (TV Tropes) (Friends) (Glee)

(9) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bisexual_erasure

(10) https://www.advocate.com/news/daily-news/2011/09/23/ending-bi-erasure-tv-and-our-lgbt-worlds

(11) https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/418060777886957446/ (Insults)

(12) https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/564005553310394660/ (insults)

(13) https://www.theodysseyonline.com/15-annoying-phrases-bisexuals-are-tired-of-hearing (Insults)

(14) http://friends.wikia.com/wiki/Ross_Geller

(15) http://friends.wikia.com/wiki/Carol_Willick

(16) http://friends.wikia.com/wiki/Susan_Bunch

(17) http://glee.wikia.com/wiki/Santana_Lopez

(18) http://glee.wikia.com/wiki/Brittany_Pierce

(19) http://glee.wikia.com/wiki/Blaine_Anderson

(20) http://www.youthareawesome.com/freddie-mercury-bisexual-erasure/ (Freddie Mer)

(21) http://www.vulture.com/2017/01/boy-george-accused-of-biphobia.html (Boy George)

(22) http://www.pinknews.co.uk/2017/01/03/boy-george-posts-erratic-series-of-tweets-after-criticism-for-biphobia/ (Boy George)

(23) http://binetusa.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/finding-the-good-in-goodbi.html (Faith Quote)

(24) https://medium.com/defiant/dear-lesbians-and-gays-im-bisexual-and-you-treated-me-like-crap-1dee4deeaeb8 (Last Page Beth Sher)

https://us.ditchthelabel.org/i-am-a-bisexual-man/

https://www.xojane.com/sex/what-being-bisexual-really-means