#really exposing myself here but idc

[etherealspacejelly]

For the confessions...

🍄🎧🌈💫

bro. you wanna talk to me but you're too shy??

who do you think this post was about, huh?

i was pestering you about warrior cats because i desperately want to talk to you babe 😭😭😭 idk how much more obvious i can make it

ITS YOU. YOU'RE THE COOLEST PERSON ON THE PLANET. PLEASE TALK TO ME IM BEGGING

[kaontic]

*Long post*

They are recovering from being exposed to a p.o.j.

Megs. I’m talking about Megs. He’s my second favorite villain of all time rn (tied with Star actually), but he is the ultimate p.o.j (piece of junk).

In fact, this issue, def makes me want to change my pfp, use the Transfixatron on Megs in his gun mode, and bury his aft in the more than 200ft deep mine shaft at the bottom of this crater fr.

Obviously it’s not deep enough but still.

Or you know what scratch that—because I would just be vandalizing a cool site, wouldn’t I? With JUNK!

*Looks down*

Yeah. I said it. Why are you even here rn—? Do you want me to discuss the time you were responsible for Brawl m[REDACTED]ing a puppy?

Thundercracker: What?

DO YOU?!

Idc if he “just” wanted to capture the dog. He “just” wanted to capture the dog to make dog soldiers.

Not even Joker would do that.

And in this continuity and this issue, we find out that he has no problem with and is EAGER to recruit youngling soldiers.

Or in other words, Cybertronians who have not fully developed their brain chips yet who are thus easier to manipulate.

(God this is gonna be a long post—)

Optimus, Grimlock, any Autobot—you better have tried to talk/keep Bee out of fighting like you did with Carly. Or at least, be real with him and have the “Prime told me there’d be days like this!” conversation.

Cliff and Arcee too despite us knowing damn well that they will fight no matter what.

Because, after all, at least in the US, you can join the military at 18 (or 17 with parental consent). Furthermore, it’s a sad fact of life, but many underage people fight in conflicts all over. It happens and is happening and I’m glad this has finally been (at least as far as I’ve seen and remember) explicitly acknowledged in a franchise about war.

I’m gonna try to be more organized about this but here are more things to note:

. We don’t know any Cybertronians’ official age. That’s never been a thing, because you’d have to calculate, and Hasbro ain’t doin’ that math.

. That being stated tho, based on the dialogue, Star/Ulchtar in this flashback could be anywhere from 14-19 years old in human years.

. It seems like he has some part-time job. Mood.

. This is the first time in canon I’ve seen a youngling Starscream join the Decepticons. In G1, he was an adult (former full-time scientist right?). In the WFC games, an adult. In TF One, an adult (and even older than Megs? I mean Steve Buscemi’s voice does not age fr so—).

. Kup looks significantly younger here than he does in Issue #7. That is Kup up there, right? Like middle-aged I guess? ⬆️

(Oh man…how is Hot Rod going to react…RIP)

. Um…that information from Issue #1.

Ok ok ok—I really need to focus here—

. When Genvo gets blasted, he falls forward into Ulchtar’s arms. I’m no physicist, but this means he must have been shot from the back, right?

. Optimus to me seems to appear from behind Ulchtar (in the other direction).

. Optimus presumably does not hurt Ulchtar (or even notice him?), which makes sense (if he saw Ulchtar). He’s unarmed.

. Optimus doesn’t have the same gun he did in Issue #1 here, and he has no gun at all in the Energon Universe Special sh*t how am I supposed to compare—

Holy scrap I scare myself. O_O

. Megs’ fusion cannon cools fast.

. Megs knows that Ulchtar has brothers (“brothers” can also refer to comrades. As in “brothers-in-arms”).

. To Genvo, it’s not a matter of “if” Jetfire and Ulchtar join. It’s “when”. He knew more than he was able to let on too.

. Megs was able to answer Ulchtar’s question…despite him asking it in a low voice to himself? And from farther away? What?

. Megs, why the hell were you smiling when you made that claim in the EUS? That was my first 🚩, I just forgot to mention it before. Don’t you care about Cybertron? What is your deal? How old are you? HOW OLD IS OPTIMUS? HOW OLD IS JETFIRE NOW??????? THEY DIDN’T AGE THE SAME DUE TO THE CRASH—Oh wait right Void Rivals.

. Like no wonder Skybound Star acts so immature and violent, and maybe even resentful of Jetfire leaving him (which explains his hostility that caught Jetfire off guard).

In G1 he acts bratty, but he’s always been portrayed as an adult, so I didn’t expect this I just thought—FRAG— 😭

. I think we can all agree here that this is still not an excuse to lash out at the innocent, so Carly still deserves to get justice/his aft (idk [insert theme about revenge here]). But also Megs. Frag Megs, like honestly (I didn’t even like TF One Megs by the end). 😒

. And this is exactly how I imagine Megs recruiting his victims followers, especially when he’s interested in particular ones (it freaking happens in my AU but anyway— 😀).

Step 1: Show up at the right moment, when they are at their lowest. Act nice, very nice, and make yourself look less intimidating, by changing into something that’s not only small, but also capable of protection. Hence, a gun (gun-tank hybrid whatever—maybe he’s a triple changer like my AU).

It’s his way of communicating that he trusts you/sees your potential, and that you better could trust him because he will protect you, and guide you, and care for you, etc.— He’s totally not luring you into a false sense of security so he could use you. 🙂🫠

Step 2: Use information you know (to get even more personal) and high emotions to your advantage.

Step 3: ?????????????

Step 4: Profit until you get what’s coming to you.

Dammit why is he so magnetic? Forget the fusion cannon, that’s the scariest thing about him people!

My overall theory:

Genvo tragically said too much. Maybe he was trying to impress and gain Megs’ favor (somebody who he already looks up to), so he mentioned their (or just Ulchtar’s) clan (part of the Cybertronian defense force? Oh boy).

They’re numerous, fliers, and most valuably of all, some are outliers (have powers). Skywarp’s teleportation. The Rainmakers’ acid. Sunstorm’s radiation. Oh, how destructive that would be in a fight…

So, he put a tracker/recorder on Genvo (with or without his knowledge), wanting to find out what the clan’s deal was. Or maybe he or Soundwave just straight up stalked them via their alt modes, I wouldn’t be surprised. Are they interested in a side? Apparently not, and for Megs that’s a problem. Let’s make them interested.

Akin to the Aligned novels, he blows their territory up, intending to blame it on the Autobots. Genvo, perhaps aware of Megs’ plan/true intentions, is merely one loose end to tie.

In the end, Genvo wasn’t special or that useful, but he made for good fridge stuffing.

Idk how Omega Supreme factors into this. Maybe Optimus did blast Genvo. Nevertheless, Megs once again proves that he is the biggest selfish douchebag who cares more about himself than Cybertron’s future (unless proven otherwise?).

And I hope Carly wins/finds happiness along with Spike. Peace out. ✌️

[letstripdotcom]

sleeping alone- chris sturniolo

summary- chris’s brothers are out of town for the week, and when the house starts to get too lonely for him to handle, he calls you sub!chris x sub!fem!reader

warnings- literally smut, smut, and smut with a hint of fluff😍 not proofread and idc

chris’s pov

matt and nick left an hour ago, and my hand is tired from how much i’ve scrolled on my phone. i get up to get a snack, when i see it’s dark outside. i look around the dark house, and it looks so empty without nick and matt to occupy it. my ears are practically ringing due to the silence of the house. when i check my phone, the time says 8:15. since i have nothing else to do, i start cleaning the house. i’ve been cleaning for so long, that i didn’t even notice the time until i checked my phone again and it was 1:47 in the morning. deciding it’s finnaly time for bed, i head down to my room. normally, i’ll share a bed with nick or matt because i hate sleeping alone. i get in bed, and i toss in turn continuously, struggling to fall asleep. the time is now 2:30 and i know i need to call someone. i open up my contacts when i come across y/n’s contact. “y/n the hottest coolest sexiest person i have ever met” she had set that name for herself once, but i never changed it because let’s be honest, it’s y/n, and i’ve always had the fattest crush on her, but of course i would never tell her that. i sighed once, then clicked on her contact

y/n’s pov

i woke up to the loud ringing of my phone. i check the glowing screen, and see i’m receiving a call from chris “it’s 3 in the morning, what the fuck?” i say to myself before answering

hello?

yo y/n!

what do you want?

did i wake you i’m so sorry

no it’s fine, are you okay, did something happen?

well i can’t sleep and i was wondering if i could come stay the night at yours for a bit, i always share a bed with nick or matt, and i can’t sleep with them gone

yeah that’s fine, just come in when you get here, the key is under the plant

thank you so much i owe you big time

see you soon chrissy

i laughed as i hung up the phone. why was chris asking me out of everyone? i mean it’s chris. i’ve had the biggest crush on him for ever. a little while later i heard the door open and shut, then i heard footsteps up my stairs. “Y/N” chris yelled out plopping down on top of me. we laughed for a minute then he rolled off my bed. “thank you so much again i don’t know what i would do without you” he smiled “you know my house is always available whenever you need anything” we got situated and ready to go to sleep. “are you all good? do you need anything else before bed?” you asked him. “i’m amazing everything is perfect” he assured you “okay goodnight chrissy” “goodnight”

you weren’t sleeping for long when you were suddenly woken up. you felt a strong grip around your waist, and the whimpers in your ear became more clear. your breath got caught in your throat. the whimpers were coming from chris, but he was still sound asleep. his hold on your waist was strong so you couldn’t move, but you had to wake him up. “chris” you whisper shouted a few times, but that didn’t wake him up. “chris!” you yelled. “fuck.” was all you heard as the hold on your waist loosened and chris rolled away. “look y/n i’m so sorry i jus-“ “i could help you. i told you to tell me if you needed anything” you and chris were both stunned by your sudden boldness. “i-i guess i didn’t know sex was an option” he laughed breathlessly. i got close to his ear and whispered “it’s always an option” you then rolled over on top of him and pulled him into a sloppy but needy kiss. you but his bottom lip, causing him to groan, which made you really feel the wetness now pooling in between your legs. you ripped his shirt off, and ran your nails lightly down the exposed skin. he exhaled sharply and started toying with the waistband of your shorts. then me moved down, gripping your ass under your shorts causing you to moan into his mouth. he kneaded your asscheeks for a little bit longer, then slowly pulled off your shorts. you became suddenly embarrassed when you remembered you weren’t wearing underwear. “fuck” chris sighed as he ran his cold fingers through your folds. you whimpered loudly. “oh my god chris” he then dove his ring and middle fingers inside of you, causing your back to arch. this action made him hit all the right places, as he pumped his fingers in and out. “c-chris don’t stop, i’m almost there” “come on you got it pretty girl” that action made the knot in your stomach snap as you released all over his fingers. he then looked you in the eyes and sucked his fingers clean. you went back to placing sloppy kissed all down his neck. you felt how hard he was through his pajama pants, so you began to palm him. he jolted forward slightly, and let out a loud moan. “y/n please” he begged “do whatever you want to me” you slowly pulled down his pajama pants and his boxers, releasing his hard dick. you then began to take him in your mouth starting at just the tip. you swirled your tongue around and licked up his slit, then in one swift movement you took as much as you could in your mouth, causing you to gag. “fuckkkk” he groaned gripping a handful of your hair. you repeated the same actions, using your hands for what didn’t fit in your mouth. “i’m gonna c-c” he tried to say, unable to form a sentence. suddenly white strings of cum shot down your throat and spilled out your mouth a little, causing it to run down your face. you continued to suck him off through his high. after he finally came down, you swallowed, and wiped the corners of your mouth. you then sat up positioning him to line up with your entrance. you rub his length down your folds a few times and looked him in the yes. “i don’t know if i c-can.” he whined with tears in his eyes. “you want me to stop?” “no! please don’t stop!” that was all the clarification you needed. you then lifted yourself up, and slowly sunk down, both of you moaning uncontrollably. chris’s grip was so strong on your waist it felt like he could crush you. you rode him as he filled your ears with praises. “ just like that. you’re doing so good, don’t stop fuckkkkk” and you filled his ears with needy moans. eventually you felt yourself clench around him, signaling your release. your clenching made him twitch signaling his release was close behind. you both rode out your highs before you lifted yourself off of him and collapsed on top of his bare chest. “guess it’s gonna be a fun week”

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my first fic i hope you liked! ❤️

[pencerism]

intro post or something

❌ as a 20 year old, i do not want to interact with anyone under the age of 18. if you're a minor, please don't interact with me. i occasionally allude to and occasionally post (mostly soft) nsfw, and i feel that would be incredibly fucking weird and gross to expose a minor to that stuff. thanks for understanding !! i might also use offensive language, so please dni if it offends u. thanks!! 🤙 ❌

HI im pencerism,,, but you can refer to me as spencer!! i am 20 years old, my pronouns are he/him/she/her and i am bisexual

my art trades are open or uh something yeah

i dont do commissions nor requests

((im kind of newish to actually posting here regularly, im not very experienced with how this shit works))

anyways im INCREDIBLY fucking shy, i dont really interact with people that much,,sorry if i dont interact with yall— it's nothing personal

i try to be the nicest i can but sometimes i can be a fucking bitch, sorry 😭🤞

im a bill dickey lover if it wasnt obvious lmfao,,,,,,,,erm doubles pls dni! 🙏

itotallydontshipmyselfwithbilldickeyfuckyou

hes so ugly but hes also so hot i want to punch him. and then kiss him jgjdjd

anyways my main interest/hyper fixations are the eltingville club and evangelion (my favorite thing in the entire series is probably the end of evangelion holy shit peak cinema)

im genuinely so fucking obsessed with evangelion, the evangelion brainrot is in full swing lmao. i just dont post about it often, as i dont really see myself drawing it all that much. its just kinda in the background of my profiles loll 😭 every so often i might post something relating to it, but yeah if you fuck with evangelion and the eltingville club PLEASE fucking hmu

i also have chronic pokemon brainrot lmfao

i do have other interests but i dont really post about most of them im very devoted to posting about my husband bill

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digimon

jojo's bizarre adventure

devilman

attack on titan

hunter x hunter

danganronpa

final fantasy 7

smiling friends

gravity falls

i like making art.......my style is ambiguous, i can have slightly changing art styles lmfao,, i dont really know if i have a "main" art style?? heres some recent art or something

this is my cunt whore twat bitch eltingville persona spencer she/her/he/him type beat

and this is max, her ugly fucking greasy ass son with bill

DNI LIST:

- people who need trigger warnings. i do not put trigger warnings on my posts. i will not be censoring anything i say either. i wont put warnings on my posts unless they depicting/mentioning something in graphic detail.

- proship and all variants. self explanatory.

- minors. stated above, im 20 and i dont feel comfortable interacting with people under 18.

- doubles (idc if u ship bill with other characters but please dont involve me in any of it lmfao. it makes me personally feel uncomfortable and i dont want to see it. thanks)

- bigots

- problematic mdfs,

- anything political,,,i dont wanna talk about any of that shit on my blog. all im going to say is that im a left wing socialist and if that pisses u off please dont interact with me!!

here is my discorduh add me please i need someone to yap about eltingville to (pencerism)

im the type of person to update this post to be completely differently in the next like 3 months lmfao

thank you for listening to me yap about my crippling obsession with bill dickey 🙏

i was high asf while writing this sorry if it sounds dumb asf LMAO

[adambja]

Still thinking about how weird I literally got people who literally didn't believe in the law of assumption to buy my self-concept tape and then they started learning everything so fast 😭😭 and the way they are just improving everyday makes me so happy or these people who were just hopelessly leaving loa because they couldn't understand it because of their old subconscious programming and now they are literally in the middle of the ocean of all that knowledge they got from everywhere 😭

That's why I loved coaching people this month especially these people cause damnit and some people who were just too simple with everything and they entered their void after 1-4 days using my tapes I am just proud of them and I am really proud of myself 😭!!! Also like having money from helping people is such a fking good thing to me cause that's what I can call a targeted audience I am sure I will do that sh again but I am not sure when because I didn't decide!! I have a lot of work on my shoulders until October 6th so idek even like a lot of meetings in my real life so it's too much to be here! That's why my time is precious

Someone like me who makes tapes with specific things won't even sell these things on Tumblr for these cheap prices between $150-$500 they will be sold over $900 for each tape on a website and you will just pay normally but like i was having fun and making all my tapes in a really professional way more than anyone in this weird ass community! Actually so-called community some of y'all are just so clueless full of jealousy and full of bs and I hate it wtf is wrong with some of y'all so yeah idc idc

That stupid ass so called exposing blog will be exposed soon lmaooo SHE WILL BE EXPOSED SOON and y'all will see what is behind all that BS and yk what? I will be happy to see her getting exposed cause she deserves that sh! And everyone here will see what I mean!!

I don't have anything personal with her but she is stupid af lmaooo

[hoebiirama]

Tagged by : @madarasgirl, thank u for tagging me ❤️

(I’m writing this note after I finished answering these bc looking back at my answers I just went “yep I’m autistic and it shows” lololol)

Relationship status : In a long-term relationship for almost 8 years now

Song stuck in my head : Is this where I expose myself for being weird ? Bc what’s currently stuck in my head is an OST bit called “Petrified Temple” from Assassin’s Creed Odyssey, and it’s been this way for about a week now for some reason

Last song I listened to : Artificial Love by EXO

Favorite foods : I have an unhealthy addiction to raspberries. If this lifestyle was sustainable I’d probably only eat that. Sadly I’m probably going to die or at the very least be severely malnourished if I do lol

Last thing I googled : The TON-618 Black Hole. I wanted to show it to my coworker bc we were randomly talking about how we’re both terrified of space and that thing is one of the most horrifying things to have ever existed imo

Dream trip : Any of the Nordic nations tbh. I really can’t stand the heat (anything over 25°C will murder me) so I’m kind of limited in terms of places I can visit without wishing death, but also bc the scenery is absolutely beautiful and I’d love to see that for myself one day

Anything I want : I love Sasuke. Idk why this is the first thing I thought about but there, I said it. Idc that he committed “war crimes” or whatever, I will defend his case in court if I need to, I love him with all my heart and I wish I could give him a hug 😫

Tagging : @kimochis-stuff bc you’re the only friend I have here on Tumblr and I’m too socially anxious to tag anyone idk, but if you wanna do it for yourself, feel free to say I did tag you, I’ll even add u to this post lololol

[houliburns]

🌃 intro post! 🌃

(bit late but i didn’t want a cluttered bio anymore so here’s this)

hiii im shay! i fixated on mash back in november and i officially finished it on march 22nd 2023!! im gonna rewatch soon tho

about this blog

this is a side-blog!

tags: i tag pretty extensively for the sake of categorization; here’s hoping my character tags prove fun to scroll through!

queue: as of the day i’m writing this, i have a very full queue, because i have a habit of liking literally every post i see related to a fixation, and then spam-queuing it later to clean my likes out. so i hope you enjoy all the content! lots of funny scenes and textposts, well-made gifsets, wonderful fanart, and insightful meta, if i do say so myself. mashblr is a talented bunch!

original posts/content: i don’t contribute much on my own, but i love to ramble and i hope some of my lengthy tags prove an interesting or at least entertaining read :) i do dabble in fanfic writing and i’ve got a few mash works in my drafts, but i’m not sure if they’ll ever see the light of day. i’m also fond of meta and character analysis, so if i ever work up the courage maybe ill put out some moderately thought-provoking posts in that realm.

some of my opinions relating to mash characters & ships can be found under the read more!

these are all subjective and i completely respect anyone who disagrees :) we’re all here to have fun!

summarized thoughts on the characters (kinda sorted by fav to least fav)

mulcahy has been driving me bonkers for months (and my jewish ass has been putting far too much thought into catholicism lately bc of him😒)

frank,,,, listen. i’m sorry. but listen, as baffled and/or disgusted as you are, i’m the mf stuck being the only one in this entire fandom who flails over frank burns. so how do you think i feel. ik he’s absolutely awful, but he’s just so damn pathetic, i can’t help but like him and find him fascinating

radar is a bubby to me, i dont rlly have complex thoughts on him hes kinda just a comfort character to me n ilhsm

charles... he snuck up on me. i didnt expect to like him, much less relate to him (-_-) i just exposed myself as a charles winchester kinnie how will my reputation recover

i love hawkeye a lot, as we all do <3

i love trapper john mcintyre!!!!!!!!!!

i love margaret!!! i love klinger!!! i love henry!!! 

im pretty neutral on potter and bj

in short: i love them all a lot but mulcahy and frank have each driven me particularly mad in different ways and radar with his animals has made me cry and charles would probably drive me nuts if i let him but i am keeping him at arm’s length.

summarized thoughts on ships (again, strongest first)

(yes i have frank ships. no i am not proud of it)

my mash otp is hawkahy. it’s been slowly draining the remainder of my sanity. i havent slept in months. send help

i am a sucker for enemies/rivals to lovers and hawnk kinda makes me a little nuts.

i know he’s not good for her but i think margaret x frank have a rlly interesting relationship and they can be cute sometimes, and i think about them more than i’d like to admit. i am not immune to het ships consisting of badass women with control issues and their toxic pathetic purse-dog boyfriends.

henry x klinger is literally canon idc

pierceintyre... ;-; hh

i love semi-niche trapper ships. trapcahy is a little bit 👀 and i really like trapper x margaret

hawkeye x henry... shh...

bonus trios i think about sometimes😳: hawkeye x margaret x frank, margaret x frank x flagg (SHH), hawkeye x trapper x mulcahy. do u see my evil vision

aaand some platonic dynamics i particularly enjoy

mulcahy & klinger are besties :)

mulcahy & margaret have a sibling dynamic that i absolutely adore, esp in the potter seasons, particularly the later ones.

charles & margaret are a fun duo. the ship tease they did a little was... idk how to feel about it, but i like them as buddies.

margaret & klinger... the girlies

hawkeye & klinger!!! the el jibbities are flocking together..

hawkeye & margaret :)

i do very much enjoy hawkeye & bj’s friendship

not friendship but charles & mulcahy’s animosity is sooo funny i will never tire of it

notps: klinger x charles, and hunnihawk. do not doxx me.

i think thats all for now. enjoy my nonsense!

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[witchboychan]

I don't mean to get political. I really don't. I have nothing against nobody, but once we go spreading misinformation with AI the gloves are off. I know I'm opening the flood gates, and I don't care. Misinformation should be pointed out, media literacy is important kids. I will be repeating myself not because of a lack of intelligence, but because I'm fully aware of the audience I'm attracting, assuming they read this.

Like i originally watched this video on mute and i was like "this shit is faker then my aunts tan". If we ignore the voice completely (which is enough proof that this is fake imo) lets look at the very first clip since i can't count the pixels on it. The quality between the fake podium, Obama, and the cartoony ass background says how fake this is.

https://youtu.be/YrMMiDXspYo

Here is his actual address, at that location. If we use our eyes we can see that the background is the wrong color, and also really zoomed in. The quality difference between the background and Obama wouldn't be possible on a regular phone. And i will restate, again, even if we zoomed into Obama on the OFFICIAL Stanford address, you wouldn't be able to see that much of the background. Plus again, the background is the wrong color, quality, and size. Look at his right shoulder, the op missed that part with the lasso tool. Its plain and simple that this post is fake just from the first clip alone.

Ironically the original vid i found is him talking about confirmation bias, freedom of speech, public oversight, increased polarization, building civic institutions for the next generation, and Timothy Franklin.

Lets assume I'm wrong for a second, then I completely see happening that these videos are cut out of context to stir the pot. The editings too strange though.

Overall, theres no reason why we're making up shit to hate about our government when we could just hate our government for what it really is. Spreading misinformation is wrong, no matter who we're slandering. Left, right, center, up, down, idc. Lying is lying no matter what team you're on. So to the fools who commented racist shit on this post congrats you played yourself 🤡 exposed yourself for no reason. How are we racist and hateful on Tumblr, the gayest social platform I know of?

Media literacy is important. Stay safe, keep your eyes open, and don't believe everything you see, especially on the internet.

Satan talked smoothly and led many followers into deception. 🤔

[jils-things]

YO MY EYES WIDENED AND I ALMOST THREW MY PHONE YOU CAN'T JUST (half) EXPOSE ME LIKE THISS /pos I'm gonna do that myself one day- I meant- haha close guess hahaha

Ehehehehe I love the Irene/Aryon/Euphemia trio dynamic!! AND NAIPHEMIA THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE AWW 🧡🧡

I have another scenario which I'd love to doodle if you approve:

I think Irene would be a supportive sister as soon as she found out Naib has a crush. And I think it would be kinda funny that after Naib finally admits his crush he goes to Irene like “How do I talk to… You know… A lady?” And Irene just helps him looking for nice flowers and gives him tips on what to say and WILL brush his hair no matter what. Then it's basically that one Toothless/Hiccup meme with Naib awkwardly trying to flirt with Euphemia and Irene is in the bg like “GO BRO YOU DOING GREAT” Also pspspsps if you remember that last oc sketch on my blog? Maybe that was early Euphemia concept 👀

THE BASEBALL OUTFIT REALLY LOOKS VERY GOOD ON NORTON!! cheerleader Irene!!! With the pompoms and all HOW CUTE <3

I have… so much fanart in my drafts - at some weak point I just spam all the naib art on my blog hkkjhjkl

BTW I'M DYING OF LAUGHTER BECAUSE OF THE VIDEOS YOU REBLOGGED (I love the Norton/Naib dynamic)

-not so secret 🐭 anon anymore aka Sop- NO I SHALL NOT SAY IT NOT YET

IM SO DAMN HAPPYRN YOU HAVE NOIDEA AAODJSKJFHJHSJGJ I HOPE THIS ISNT ALL TOO PRESSURING ON YOUR END LIKE DSJKFKSFSKDS I KNOW YOURE COMING HERE WITH VERY PREMATURE KNOWLEDGE OF THE CHARAS AND HERES ME JSUT GOING CRAZY WAWUAHDSUDS AWIAIWIIWIWIW I JSUT I JUST (SNIFF) I LOV MY SILLIES SM

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[sunshinexlollipops]

honestly read this or don't IDC but I'm ranting about my job bc I'm over it...

so I found out yesterday that instead of leaving in another week, I have 3 days left and my final day at work is Friday. they surprised me when I asked what day was my final one, and dropped the news. altogether, grateful I am leaving that place ATP. I felt regret at first and like I "ruined" my opportunity there— I liked the insurance, the wage, the hour lunch— but the attitude to disabled employees there? wow. I have one coworker who is already aligning his exit plan to quit, and the other I had to tell the store manager about when giving my 2 week. and that's bc the department was saying this person doesn't know how to properly do their job, and they were saying he was fucking over the department. instead of being productive and saying something to this person or management, they sat on it and complained about things going wrong/mistakes being made, and only built up their frustrations. they did all this, with some even knowing this worker has an intellectual disability, btw. I myself experienced a microaggression. which is an odd word until you go through it and realize wow, okay. THAT is what they mean, bc I was helping a coworker w items they brought into my aisle that I was working to try and get done before truck came in. I go to help after finishing w my stuff, and I help get every item but the last one for the aisle. why? bc I try to lift it and realize I can't. it's too heavy and it's put me in pain. I tell my worker that I cannot get that one box of product, but I'm willing to take MULTIPLE they have in their cart to their respective aisles. instead of agreeing or being amicable, my coworker proceeds to walk up to me, place their forearm adjacent to mine and say "hm, I don't think I see a difference, do you?" essentially trying to say there shouldn't be a reason I can't lift this. I haven't spoken much on here about my health troubles but I've had to wear braces at work on top of having various medical issues, like potentially having a brain tumor (a prolactinoma specifically, iykyk). this was really mortifying on top of frustrating, and I found that management either holds my hand like a babe who is incapable of independence and trust, or they would doubt me and I'd have to explain/defend myself.

in this world, there's no such thing as just getting to say, "I'm disabled." people will demand to know why/how you are, and even if you're not comfortable sharing your medical history, you quickly discover that if you don't expose details or a brace on your ankle, that people will be hostile and take what you said like a personal offense. and to make matters worse, you have to do this...with every...single...employee.

management? oh God, good fucking luck! when calling to set myself up after my store transfer, I asked my dept manager about accommodations for disability. they immediately told me "idk you'll have to talk to the store manager about that." clearly an oversight given he looks after 2 disabled employees (and these ranges from intellectual, mental health, and physical limitations). that's before I even get in the mix! but also, bc I had a lead give me critiques...on things my disabilities affect or outright cause. like only when you're disabled will you be told your spatial awareness is a problem they want you to work on.. or even when you clearly walk w a limp, you have talked to the assistant store manager about how you have braces and struggled at your last store bc your break room was upstairs, that one of his team will complain about your speed. even when they also admit you're new and 1 week into being there, and are just learning where things are to boot. I wasn't even given a chance to adjust or settle in before I was told I needed to amp it up.

I've felt like despite trying my hardest, going in on 2-3hrs of sleep for the last month and several weeks of my life, offering up overt kindness to everyone, and going out of my way to make up for my disabilities...it wasn't good enough. and when I started having panic attacks at work and home, several times a week or even waking up into them, I was doing more physical work during my shift than some managers, and was still told it wasn't enough. after this and being treated in the way I was? AND seeing it happen to my disabled coworkers? I def wanted to leave and knew I had to.

but the company's reddit online? garbage. went to complain on there and it was an epic failure. esp my first post. I attempted w my second to give that context + give updates, and people then complained about the length and acted like it was the biggest offense, as if I hadn't been told vile things when they weren't offered all of that before. and I wasn't allowed to be frustrated w their responses as people still treated me poorly when I explained the energy I received on my last one.

while in the 1st post, people shat on me for not giving every detail (once again see: you must appease everyone and validate yourself for them when disabled) about things/myself, many came after me for saying I am continuing to pursue SSDI, as I thought I needed to put in my 2 week that morning and that it was my exit plan.

I got comments saying I was a miserable person, clearly lazy and skirting responsibilities, and that the reason I was being treated this way is that I deserved it and my coworkers hated me. it carried into my job, but also just made me feel so much shame about trying my hand at work again, and being disabled overall.

after this, I've had major knocks to my confidence. both as what I can amount to as an employee, but because right now, SSDI is what I have to pursue, and I feel guilty about it. many on my post said I tried to do a bad job to survive off unemployment (be fucking fr), or I just gave up so I could be a leech w disability.

(that being said, there were some on both posts who were supportive and got it, and shout-out to those people bc omfg, it would've been all hate otherwise.)

it's clear that so many people who hate on SSDI users don't even understand that system and how BULLSHIT it is. in this day and age, for many manage to get disability, you've had to prove yourself like you've said the earth is fucking flat to do so.

I'm lucky that I've gotten in contact w a specified lawyer for SSDI, and I've been told that I have a good chance at winning. I've been stuck in appeals since Sept w nothing from SS. altogether, going to docs for years/having records of my panic attacks seems to be the leg we are standing on, amongst other supports. I'm just waiting to hear back and to file the official paperwork.

this lawyer informed me they have a tally at the beginning of the year, one for cases they don't take, and one for the cases they do. rejections were totaled at over 80 cases. for me? I'm his 18th case. I cried over the phone bc for the first time in years, someone who actually works w this system, aside from some of my providers, has told me "yes, you need this." and I felt so validated.

but I could also only cry for how my time at this job has gone. the treatment and judgement I've faced, the hostility, discrimination, etc... I thought of those reddit comments, and knew this was the direction I needed to be in, bc that behavior was coming from people who also originate from this company. there was so much shame for their own emotions and lack of understanding, and I was tired of having to deal w my problems on top of how they felt about them.

I'm just tired. literally and in other ways, too. I'm very happy to be gone in a few days, and as I said too, I've lost the regret and guilt I had about quitting as I have. even w the perks of this job, being confronted as I was and forced to endure the situations I was put in was not it.

wildly enough, my coworkers, even the one who compared our arms, are sad/bummed I'm leaving. I've been told I've done good work, that I'm a great addition, or people are genuinely not wanting me to leave. it's just wild bc you can tell they haven't even registered how they make that place for people like me, or even acknowledging the way they personally acted toward me.

I'm ready to be done and move on w my life. but honestly, this is gonna stick w me a while. just needed to get this out here in an attempt to lessen how I feel about it and get some progress in moving on.

oof.

[folklore-barnes]

i will always be proud of the fact that i became a swiftie when the world hated taylor.

'cause i could've easily followed the hate train, especially because i wasn't her biggest fan. i liked some of her music but she came off as fake to me in 1989 era, like she was desperate for people to like her and wasn't genuine.

but the moment everything exploded, i was so confused as to why people were against her and it felt like the gaslight of the century because i did not understand how she was to blame. i really felt for her and immediately sided with her in the feud, while still maintaining that there was something odd about her.

around that time, i listened to red (standard version) for the second time (first time i thought it was boring, with the exception of the pop singles. i'm ashamed). it was pretty random, i was bored, the power was out and i had the album on my music library, and decided to give it a listen...

i promise i am not kidding when i tell you something SHIFTED in my entire existence the moment i started listening to State of Grace. like from the very first moment, blondie had my full attention. i was like “oh? hold on, this goes hard”, and that thought just kept on solidifying with each song that came on. when i finished i was OBSESSED. i could not believe what i had just experienced. i was in awe, not just of the production but her voice and lyrics. i honestly felt like a whole new person, it was crazy. in that moment i was like “this girl is worth it. spending pennies on her is worth it. supporting her is worth it. she is so ridiculously talented and i think she is heavily misunderstood by the general public”.

that whole experience was it for me, and it was what made me decide to support her no matter what and to expose myself to the rest of her discography because i NEEDED it. and now i'm here, and i've never regretted it since. she is an icon; she was, is and will always be the moment. she is the music industry and rightfully so. idc if she's not a powerhouse, idc if she's not a professional dancer. what she already has is enough to make her as great as she is. and that's that, and i feel sorry for anyone whose taste doesn't go according to her talent.

bonus: i had watched a fearless documentary back when i was younger, and i really liked her in it. i thought she was a very sweet girl, and i really liked her, so i supported her but didn't really listen to much of her music, just the singles mostly. but at some point in 1989 era that thought started to change.

[missattau]

he’s soooooooooooooo babeygurl

[diobrando]

there are at least 10 seats between me and the other person and this girl decides to sit 2 seats over from me like cmon girl move over 3 more seats wtf

[tommyssupercoolblog]

For me it's:

1 - and most importantly- a gender thing.

2 - a catboy thing.

I'll talk more under the cut about what that means for me and stuff.

I'm going to try and explain my gender to you now, in a non-omegaverse way, first.

"I'm a femboy but for me my femininity is masculine or at least gender-conforming. When I wear skirts or bright pink I'm not dressing like a girl or rebelling against gender norms (internally. Like how it feels. Of course that's how others will see it), not really, because it's distinct from wearing them in a non-gender confirming way. I'm not crossdressing I'm just being myself and leaning into the gendered feelings I already have, which are solidly male, but in a way that includes these things already. I feel more like I'm over-conforming in a queer way, like femme queer women or super masc queer men, rather than subverting."

^^^ that above paragraph?? Makes no goddamn sense to like 90% of people. I tried to explain it the best I can but it sounds bonkers and super unclear. Some people might think I'm transfem from reading it, or that I'm just saying that I'm not doing a deliberate rebellion and am just wearing what I like (which is true because I wear whatever I want and I'm not rebelling on purpose, but isn't my point here). A lot of people will walk away either completely confused or confident in an interpretation that's not what I meant at all.

But you know what's a lot easier to understand?

"you know how in a/b/o stories the omega boys are basically femboys and like, that's the default gender presentation for them? for Omegas, it's the standard for men. That's my gender."

That comparison makes it click for people way easier than just talking at them for thirty minutes.

And the catboy part!!!

I'm an introject, yeah? And that means that I exist in a headspace too, with my own body. And that body looks...well, if you've seen tommyinnit before. You know what I look like.

but two things to note are that

Because headspace is in your HEAD, in your brain, it doesn't necessarily obey the laws of physics. Headmates can look like cartoon characters or have wings or something.

Introjects like me, at least in like a sciencey-context (idk how it works for ppl who are plural for spiritual reasons, I can only speak for truamagenic and DID systems) come from the body's brain, so they're made up of things that brain has been exposed to- and the lines between sources aren't always super clear. Introjects might have a MAIN source but they are still influenced by lots of things from the body's experiences, influences, and life. (And for some Introjects, they might not have a "main" source and just have a lot of traits from multiple sources.)

We've had a lot of involvement in the furry community throughout our lives, we grew up on anime (at least when we were younger and watched TV more) and saw several kemonomimi characters, and a huge Omegaverse phase in middle school.

And as cringe as it is, that affected me. If I'm chilling in headspace and I decide, "fuck it you know what? I'm in the mood to have little cat ears. Catboy time" I can do that. If I want to go further and just turn into an ACTUAL WHOLE ASS CAT and shrink to normal cat size and be a small little kitty cat, I can do that. And source mems wise, I was always a catboy 😼😻🙀🙀🐾🐾 and always an omega 💅🎉🎉

catboy forever!!!

I was made out of the cringe. our brain decided, when I formed, that the next alter it spit out to deal with our truama would be a minecraft youtuber catboy, and I came into the world and decided to fucking OWN IT because silly!!!!

Like fuck it IDC. I'm happy and I rock. Fuck cringe culture I'll bite it with my sharp kitty cat teeth.

And like a lot of alter humans and kin types who ID with the omegaverse, the whole catboy part of my existence ties into it for me, because that, too, is a part of my identity, and the things that make me "me" are all unified under...well, being ME so they all end up connecting through that and crossing over.

It helps that Omegaverse, and therefore Misce, often includes animalistic instincts as a huge part of it. And I'm like girl I came out the CRIB staring and slow blinking at my babygirl, and rubbing my face on things I like, and meowing and chirping as vocal stims. I am READY.

SOOOO yeah um the answers for me are silly cringe ah ah source influences and silly little gender things OMG 🩷🩷🙀🙀

Not to bother you, but what's it like being misecanis? I can't find much on y'all's experiences, but rooting around through a few tags and seeing your posts has me questioning it, especially the dynamics stuff.

So sorry this took us so long to answer, we love getting asks but the Mental Illness makes us forget to answer them TvT

so! Miscecanis!! The basic definition is identifying as/with the omegaverse, whether as an identity or lifestyle. For me, it feels a lot like my other kintypes- I am a Beta in the same way I am a dragon or an angel. I've always felt a strong connection to the omegaverse dynamics, and even said I had an 'omegaverse kintype' before i had heard of miscecanis!! But there are a ton of different ways to be miscecanis, and my experiences definitely aren't the end all be all. Hope this helps!! Others feel free to add on!

[fanfics4all]

Just One Hug

Request: Yes / No  can u do a draco x fem!reader smut pls.. literally anything idc Anon

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 2085

Warnings: Smut!

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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Draco has been acting so odd lately. He’s been glaring at me the whole train ride home, but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why! Normally he would glare at me because he was jealous of someone I was with or some other stupid reason, but I was currently just sitting with Pansy. 

“Pansy, do you have any idea what’s up with Draco?” I whispered. She looked over and shrugged. 

“I have no bloody idea. Maybe it’s because you hugged Harry goodbye?” She suggested and I shook my head. 

“There is no bloody way he’s jealous over a hug! Even if it is Harry.” I said as I thought back to a few hours ago. 

“Harry’s hands were pretty low.” Pansy said and I furrowed my brow. 

“Were they?” I asked and she nodded. 

“I swear I thought he was going to grab your bum.” She said with a laugh. 

“Are you being serious?” I asked shocked. 

“How the hell did you not feel it?” She asked and I shrugged. 

“Suppose I wasn’t paying attention.” I said and she shook her head. 

“You’re a bloody idiot Y/N.” She laughed and I sighed. 

“So Draco is jealous of a damn hug.” I shook my head. 

“A very steamy looking hug.” She said and I glared at her. 

“Oh Merlin, I’m going to have a lot to deal with this vacation.” I sighed and she smirked. 

“Maybe it’ll work out in your favor.” She wiggled her brows and I shoved her. 

“Pansy!” I shrieked and she laughed. 

When the train finally stopped Draco grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. We silently walked through the crowd and were met by one of his house elves. 

“Master Draco, your parents are on a short trip and sent me to receive you and Miss Y/L/N.” He said. 

“Take us home, now.” He ordered and the House elf obayed. We were instantly transported to Malfoy Manor and Draco wasted no time taking me to his room. 

“Sit.” He ordered and I sat down on his bed. He walked into his bathroom without another word and I didn’t dare move. I could tell where this was going. Draco returned after a few moments completely naked, I simply looked up at him. 

“Are you ready to be a good girl?” He asked brazenly. 

“Yes Sir.” I answered softly. 

“Are you going to be my slut and let me use you however I’d like?” He asked and I had to bite back my smile, he always no matter what, asked for consent before any play time. 

“Yes Sir.” I answered. 

“Are you going to do everything I command?” He asked. 

“Yes Sir.” I answered. 

“Who owns you?” He asked, his voice getting deeper. 

“You, Sir.” I answered and he smirked. 

“Take off your top.” He ordered. His eyes never left mine as I removed my shirt. 

“And now your bra.” He ordered. I reached behind me to unclasp my bra and it dropped down my arms onto my lap. Involuntarily I crossed my arms over my now naked breasts. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you are, whore.” He said, now completely in character. 

“Put your arms down.” He ordered, the last words sounded a little deeper in his throat. 

“Yes Sir.” I said and dropped my arms. 

“Stand up.” He ordered and I did as I was told. 

“Take off your skirt.” He said. I unzipped my skirt and bent down to push it down, but his hand grasped my hair, making me gasp. 

“Oh your knees.” He growled. I was forced down, his erect cock in front of my face. 

“Suck it like you need it.” He said. I lean forward, my tongue slipping past my lips. He pulled me back by my hair causing me to whine. 

“You suck it, lick it, and want it, whore or there’s a punishment waiting for you. Do you understand?” He asked. 

“Yes Sir.” I answered breathlessly. My head is forced down onto his cock this time. His size fills my mouth and the tip touches the back of my throat. I moaned as I gagged and choked on him. 

“Like that, or I’ll do it for you.” He said huskily as he released my hair. I nodded and moved to take him fully into my throat. I alternated between sucking and licking, sometimes taking him fully into my mouth so I could choke on him. It was just what he liked. His hand reached down and held my head, pushing me further. Tears began falling down my face as my breath escaped me, but I still moaned. 

“You really love my cock in your mouth, don’t you? You just love sucking my dick. What a cum slut you are.” He said with a smirk. I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, but luckily his hand wrapped in my hair and pulled me until I was standing. 

“Look at what a mess you are. Do you enjoy being a mess?” He asked. I nodded, feeling his strong hand starting to grip my throat. After a moment his hand left my throat and moved to my breasts, grabbing them roughly. I gasped at his touch. His hands grabbed them and twisted my nipples, making me moan. The pain is intense and runs through my body, making me gasp in pleasure. 

“You like being used by me, don’t you?” He asked, calmly. 

“Yes Sir.” I answered, just barely managing to get the words out. 

“You like being my whore, don’t you?” He asked, his voice getting deeper. 

“Yes Sir.” I whined as he pulled me towards him by grabbing my ass, still in my panties. He moved his mouth towards my breast. He started biting, sucking, leaving his mark on my breasts. I moaned loudly and arched my back. My pussy was wet and my hips reached for his body. I wanted him no, needed him. I needed him inside me.

“Turn around, slut.” He whispered as he grabbed my breasts roughly and spun me around. His arms wrapped around me, pinning my arms to my body as his other hand reached into my panties. I felt his fingers slide into my wetness. I moaned and moved back against his hard cock. 

“You’ll cum when I tell you you can, and not until I say you can. Understand?” He said huskily into my ear. I moaned deeply. 

“Yes Sir.” I whisper. His fingers continue their exploration inside me, circling my clit and pinching it. I started losing all  my thoughts except the one command he gave me. No cumming. My body was in agony as his fingers continued grabbing my clit and sliding into my soaking wet pussy. After what felt like a lifetime, he pulled away and let go of me. I felt him pull my hands behind my back, then muttering a spell. Ropes circled my wrists, binding them tightly. He grabbed me by the throat from behind and I felt his cock pressing against me. 

“No cumming until I allow it.” He reminded me. I nodded slightly, his strong fingers still around my windpipe. 

“Get on the bed.” He said letting go of me. I kneeled forward and clumsily kneeled on the bed. He grabbed my arms and laid me on my side. 

“Look at you with your sluttiest panties on.” His voice was deep with desire and slight mocking. He muttered another spell and suddenly my panties were off. 

“Look at me.” He ordered. I turned my head towards him and found him watching me with one hand holding my ass and the other held my panties. 

“Open your mouth.” He said. I opened without a word and he shoved them into my mouth, enough to muffle my moans. 

“Are you going to take it like the good little slut you are?” He asked, his hand roughly spreading my legs. He moved one under him and pushed the other towards my chest, exposing my wet pussy to him. He looked at me and reached over, grabbing my hair roughly. 

“Yes Sir.” He said, moving my head up and down. I moaned loudly as he started to slowly slide into me. He pulled back and I looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“No cumming. Only I decide when you can cum.” He growled and I tried to show him how much I needed it. He slid into me again, I moaned and squirmed. I shoved my face into his blanket, fighting against my need for release. He smiled as he pounded into me hard. He pulled out until only his tip was teasing the inside of me. I moaned loudly, a desperate attempt to show him how badly I needed to cum. 

“Is this what you like, slut?” He asked, the tip of his cock just barely stroking the inside of me. 

“Please!” I moaned, but it was muffled by my panties. He pushed deeply inside me for two strokes and then teased my pussy with the tip again. Two more times and I’m completely needy. My muscles tensed as I tried desperately to push myself onto his cock. My pleas grew louder and I thrashed my head widely, fighting for release. He pushed deep inside me and I cried out in pleasure. With every stroke he reminded me that I can’t cum. 

“Please, please, please, please!” I begged with tears streaming down my face. 

“You’re such a good little whore.” He said with a smirk in his voice. 

“Tell me who you belong to.” He growled as he started fucking me harder and harder. 

“You! I belong to you Draco!” I nearly screamed, well as much as I could gagged. 

“You may cum now.” He said as his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me roughly to him with every stroke. I cried out as I came and my body loosened as I felt the waves of relief wash over my body. It took no time for my pussy to tighten around him as I came hard on his cock. He continued riding me hard as I came. Once I was finished I felt him pull out. He pulled me up by my hair, my body shaking from the intense orgasm. He pulled the panties from my mouth and replaced them with his cock. He moved my head rhythmically on his cock. I slurped and slid over his wet dick. He moves my head as he needs to and I felt his body tighten as his cum fills my mouth. His cum slides down my throat as his cock throbs against my swollen lips. I swallow every drop with a content sigh. He released my hair and I looked up at him. He bends down and captures my lips in a deep kiss. He mumbled a spell and the ropes disappeared from my wrists. 

“Stay here.” He said softly. I watched him walk into his bathroom and heard his shower starting. He walked back into the room and took me by the hand, leading me into the hot shower. The warm water feels so good on my tired and sore body. Once I finished I got out and changed into the nightgown Draco left me. I walked into the room to find him reading and smiled. He looked over at me with a smile and opened his arms. I gladly crawled into bed and cuddled into him. His arms wrapped around me and I sighed happily as I laid on his chest. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“My wrists and head are a little sore, but nothing horrible.” I answered with a smile. He kissed my head and held me a little tighter. 

“I’m sorry love, but I honestly can’t stand seeing Potter putting his hands anywhere near you.” He growled and I rolled my eyes. 

“So Pansy was right.” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“She said you were jealous because apparently Harry was pretty much grabbing my bum.” I said and he started at me shocked. 

“Apparently? He was a hundred percent grabbing your arse!” He said and I sighed. 

“I think you two are exaggerating.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Are you trying to be punished again?” He asked, but with a playful tone. 

“Possibly.” I smirked playfully back at him. 

“It’s going to be a long week for you Y/N.” He smirked and I pecked his lips.

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[tabbytabbytabby]

Hiyaa!

just because i came across the fact (idk if it's true. Idc because it's beautiful) that if 2 people look into each others eyes, their heartbeats sync.

i just thought that would be a lovely thing to write about with buddie. Or maybe you already have one like this already.

Just trying to give you inspiration or something.

have a lovely day!🤗

Thank you so much for this idea. I might have went down the rabbit hole and looked into it and it seems legit. I'm pretty fascinated by it, and it really is perfect for them. I hope you enjoy 💜

Also on AO3

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"Hey, Eds?"

Buck looks around the house as he kicks off his shoes and hangs up his jacket. There's no sign of Eddie, but Buck can hear his voice coming from down the hall. 

Buck doesn't follow the sound, though. Instead, he walks into the living room where two heart monitors have been set up. It's something Buck would expect to see in a hospital, not the middle of Eddie's living room.

"What the hell?"

"Yeah," Eddie says, startling Buck when he appears suddenly behind him. "That was my thought too."

"What is Hen going to do to us?" Buck hisses. 

When Hen had first mentioned needing Buck and Eddie's help with a project for school, Buck hadn't hesitated to agree. Now, looking at the machines, he's starting to wonder what exactly he agreed to.

"She assures me it'll be painless," Eddie says.

"And you believe her?"

Eddie shrugs. "It's Hen. It's not like she's going to drain us of our blood and watch our vitals as we bleed out on my living room floor."

Buck tilts his head as he watches Eddie. "That's oddly specific, Eds." A teasing grin spreads across his face when Eddie looks away. "Have you been watching horror movies without me again?"

"Of course I have to watch them without you." Eddie crosses his arms across his chest and raises an eyebrow. "You hate horror movies. They freak you out."

"Yeah, and they freak you out too," Buck says. "Especially when you watch them alone."

Buck knows that for a fact. He's gotten plenty of texts from Eddie late at night after he decided it was a good idea to watch some horror movie after Christopher had gone to bed. 

There was one time Buck had to assure Eddie no one was lurking outside his house, and when that didn't work he drove over and checked it out for him. Turns out what Eddie had been seeing outside his window was a tree branch. Which Buck only teased him about a little bit.

So yeah, Buck knows what Eddie gets like after watching a horror movie.

"Alright, you boys ready?" Hen asks.

Eddie eyes the wires in her hands warily. "What are those for?"

Buck leans over and whispers to Eddie, "Still sure she's not going to kill us?"

Hen rolls her eyes and gestures to the couch. "Of course I'm not going to kill you. This is to help monitor your heart rhythm."

"What are you doing to us that you need to monitor our hearts?" Buck asks.

"An experiment," Hen says. "I can't tell you what exactly that is until after or else it could skew the results."

Eddie nods and moves to sit on the couch, leaving Buck no choice but to join him. 

"Alright, shirts off," Hen says.

Buck and Eddie share a look and Eddie shrugs, stripping his shirt off in one swift movement. Buck has to make himself look away from the newly exposed expanse of skin, and takes his own shirt off.

"Now what?" Buck asks Hen. 

"Now I need to put these electrodes on your chest," Hen says. 

"I can do Buck," Eddie offers. 

Buck almost chokes on his own tongue and he sputters. "What? What do…? What?"

"The electrodes, Buck," Eddie says. "I know where to place them."

"Right," Buck says. Of course that's what he'd been talking about. But then... "If you know what the wires are for why did you have to ask?"

Eddie smirks. "Because you didn't know."

"Asshole," Buck mutters.

All Eddie does is laugh.

Buck isn't sure if he wants to slap him or kiss him. Maybe both. Or neither. He's just going to be cool. He sits as still as he can as Eddie moves closer, one of the electrodes in his hands. He can do this. He can totally sit here and act like a normal person as his best friend, who he's secretly in love with, touches him. No big deal.

He jumps at the first touch of the sticky backing of the electrode in his skin. "Shit. That's cold."

Eddie sniggers. "Sorry. Did I forget to mention that?"

"Thought you would have known, Buckaroo," Hen says, easily placing the electrodes on Eddie's chest. He seems completely unphased. "You've been in the hospital enough times."

"I was never conscious when they put them on," Buck says. "Or you know, I had other things to worry about."

"Fair enough," Hen says. 

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. "This will go faster if you sit still."

"Right," Buck mumbles. "Sorry."

He does his best to remain still as Eddie places the remaining electrodes on his chest. After the first two, it's a little easier since he knows what to expect. Once they’re all on, Eddie clips the wires onto each electrode, and Buck watches as his heart rhythm appears on one of the machines.

"Alright, so what next?" Buck asks.

"Now I just need you two to sit facing each other for three minutes and keep eye contact," Hen tells them. "I'll monitor the time and tell you when to start."

"That's all?" Buck questions.

Hen nods. "Yep."

Buck shrugs. "Okay. Sounds simple enough." He turns to face Eddie better and smiles as he holds out his hand. "You ready?"

Eddie rolls his eyes but returns the smile as he takes Buck's hand. It's not part of the experiment, but Eddie doesn't question it. "Ready."

"Excellent." Hen looks down at her phone and then nods her head. "Alright. Starting on three, two, one."

Buck didn't need the countdown. His eyes were already fixed on Eddie's. He's looked into them loads of times, often found his gaze lingering there. But never like this. Not with Eddie gazing back so intently, his palm warm against his. It's strangely intimate, even with the beeping of the machines, and Hen in the room watching them. All that falls away. All Buck can focus on is Eddie. 

On the flecks of gold swimming among the brown, that until now Buck's never been able to appreciate. Buck could get lost in them. He wants to. 

He leans in, his eyes not leaving Eddie's, needing to be closer. Eddie mirrors his movements. There’s a look in his eyes that never fails to take Buck’s breath away, even he can’t quite pinpoint what it is. He has a feeling if he looks long enough he’ll find all the answers he needs.

"Eds…"

Beep beep beep

Buck jolts back at the sound of the timer going off, but his eyes don't leave Eddie's, even now. Eddie doesn't seem ready to look away either.

"Well?" Buck asks. "What'd you find out?"

"That even science knows how in love you two idiots are," Hen says.

Buck does look away then. His hand drops from Eddie's as he turns to face Hen. "What?"

"Research shows that people who are in love and gaze into each other's eyes for three minutes naturally experience synchronized heartbeats," Hen says. "And you two," she points between Buck and Eddie. "Synced up perfectly. Eddie's heart rate was in the 80's when we started and yours was 78. The moment you two locked eyes both of your hearts started to slow and then stayed at 68. Your respirations matched up too."

Buck's sure his heart isn't slow now. In fact, it has to have shot up at Hen's words. He looks at the monitor to see he's right. He's pushing 80. But Eddie… Eddie's has remained steady.

He glances over at Eddie, to see him looking fondly at him before he starts to peel off the electrodes. "Can you get these off him, Hen?"

"You got it," Hen says. She starts removing the electrodes from Buck's skin, but Buck barely pays attention, too focused on Eddie.

"You don't seem surprised by this," Buck says. "Why aren't you surprised?"

Eddie sighs. "Because I'm not. I've heard of this before. And I…" 

"What?"

"I think this is something you two need to talk about alone," Hen mutters. She tosses the last electrode aside and then stands up. "I'll get the equipment later. You two… talk."

Eddie starts to get to his feet, but Buck grabs his arm, stopping him. "Wait, Eddie."

"I'm just going to get a washcloth, Buck," Eddie says, offering him a reassuring smile. "Trust me, you don't want this to dry on your skin."

Buck winces. "Good point."

His skin already feels gross and sticky. Something he doesn't want to feel when he has this talk with Eddie.

Eddie returns a moment later with two washcloths. He hands one to Buck as he takes his previously vacated seat next to him. Buck smiles when he presses the washcloth against his skin and feels how warm it is. Of course, Eddie would be thinking about comfort. 

When he's done, he puts the washcloth aside and turns back to Eddie. 

"Why weren't you surprised?" Buck asks softly. Eddie looks up at him, before glancing away. Something Buck is used to when it comes to Eddie talking about his feelings. Normally, Buck would let it be. But not today. Not with this. Buck gently tilts his chin up with his fingers and ducks his head to meet Eddie's gaze. "Eddie."

"Because I know how I feel about you," Eddie says. "That's why my heart sped up when Hen told us what we'd be doing."

"But you were calm when it was over," Buck says.

Eddie nods. "Yeah. And you weren't."

"I was afraid I gave myself away," Buck admits. "I didn't want to risk losing you."

Eddie smiles and leans down, pressing a soft kiss on Buck's palm. "Buck, you know the experiment only works if it goes both ways."

"Oh," Buck says. Then, "Oh."

Eddie chuckles and moves down, kissing Buck's wrist over his pulse. "Yeah."

"You love me," Buck whispers. It’s a question. Buck is sure of that. As sure as he’s ever been of anything. Eddie loves him. Buck suddenly understands just what it was he saw in Eddie’s eyes before. Not just today, but so many times over the years, and he never let himself hope. Until now. It’s love.

Eddie sits up straighter until their faces are level. He brings his hand up to Buck's face, his fingers caressing his skin with a softness that matches the look in his eyes. There's no looking away now. "I do," Eddie says. "I love you, Evan."

Buck kisses him, unable to hold back in longer. Eddie laughs happily and kisses him back with matching enthusiasm. "I love you too," Buck murmurs against his lips. And it's perfect. Buck doesn’t need a heart monitor to tell him that. Together in this moment, like with everything else, they're completely in sync.