#reupload bc i messed something up the first time

[ochiody]

i think than would be claustrophobic

[moon-fics]

The Lime Light (prologue)

A/n: I had to reupload this bc I messed up some editing but now it's up for good!

Summary: After disappearing from the spotlight you finally return. However, a rough night and a scandalous paparazzi photo causes you to forge a new PR relationship with the beloved actor, Peter Parker.

Rating: PG 13

The light is too bright in the questionably damp room as your agent's, Elizabeth Allen, voice blurs into the background. Stress drones out all noise from the outside world, filling your ears and mind with tv static. You rub your forehead to ease the unsteady feeling inside, your heart beating louder than a drum. 

"So, you'll do it right?" Liz asks, her voice full of hope. You know that you've been letting her down recently, avoiding roles that would boost your audience. "You can't keep turning down roles or they'll stop requesting you," She warns, wagging a finger at you.

If she was anyone else you'd snap at her, telling her you just aren't feeling the role. However, you both know you've been using that excuse for months and she's too sweet of a woman to yell at. 

It's a good plot, one that would win awards if done right. A love story with tragedy that isn't expected until the last act. A girl in love with a man with a double life, but she's in love with his secret identity and hates the man behind the mask. It's cliche beyond belief, but almost everything has already been done in Hollywood. 

"Have they gotten anyone relevant in the cast?" You ask with a heavy sigh, sitting up straight in the chair. You're now alert and invested in the conversation, at least as much as you can be. "I mean, I'd rather not work with a cast full of new faces," It's a harsh thing to say, especially since you started out in the same spot as them.

Liz nods, a burst of energy coming through her, “So you’re actually interested?” She squeaks as you nod in hopes it’ll satisfy her. It's the first time in a while you've shown interest in any gig she's gotten you, which to her, is a huge deal. She quickly shuffles through a file which you can see contains an out of order script. 

"Here we go," She hums, placing a paper with a list of names on it. You hesitantly reach for it, sliding it off her wooden desk. It's covered in scratches from her pen pressing too hard on paper, a few coffee stains as well. You smooth out the paper, starting on the first name. 

Felicia Hardy is the first name you recognize and you're surprised she isn't the lead. Instead she's stuck as the supporting actress who eventually dies off to progress the plot. From what you've heard about her, she'll throw a stink about it but eventually agree to her character's fate.

Your eyes scan over names of actors you've neither met nor heard of. You're relieved when you finally land on Harry Osborn but it's gone when you see a question mark drawn next to his name. That could mean many things but the two most likely is that he either hasn't decided or the casting director is still looking.

"Is Harry still dropping roles after what happened?" You ask, glancing up from the paper. You should know the answer, you should be asking Harry himself. But after witnessing something as gruesome as his incident, you couldn’t bring yourself to call him once he was discharged. Liz is no longer sitting in front of you, instead she's organizing her desk. She's nervous, why wouldn't she be? 

"From what I've heard from his agent," You forget that she has connections, that she's no longer a young woman struggling to keep actors. Just like how you're no longer a child sitting in a chair you can't fit in; your mother making sure you can't speak for yourself. Her words still echo in your mind telling you to cry on que and to never get close to your co-stars. "He's debating giving up acting entirely." She shrugs, tightening her bun. 

The news doesn't surprise you in the slightest, what happened was traumatizing. Even though you had only watched what happened you still have flashes of broken bone and blood on an expensive set. Even now you cringe at the thought. 

"I know you get along with Harry and I really think he might accept the role!" She cheers up, placing her hand on her desk. You wait for an explanation, already knowing she'll tell you without a prompt. "His best friend, Peter Parker, is the lead role." She squeals. 

Liz is a huge fan of Peter Parker and often laments about how she regrets not signing him to her company,at the time she thought he was a one shot wonder. He's a brilliant actor who has a great streak in the industry and a huge following of fan girls. Somehow every movie he's been in has been a hit, something an actor can only dream of. 

As much as you want to continue to pretend like you aren't known by millions, you have to suck it up. You can already feel the all nighters and coffee on your breath. As the buzzing in your mind slowly begins you hold out your hand.

"Hand me the script."

-  -  -

You stare at the boy in front of you, at least a year older maybe two if you’re generous. You’re examining him from afar, imagining how he looks at every angle just so you can get a feel for him. You’ve never worked with a boy around your age, not in such a serious role like this.

His hair is well kept and he never leaves his father’s side. A part of you knows he only got this role because his father is directing the movie, I mean, Norman Osborn always gets what he wants. So why wouldn’t he want his son to become just as famous as him?

You’re so transfixed on taking note of his every feature you hardly notice your mother approaching you. Your first big role and she’s not letting you out of her sight, she calls it a precaution, but you know she just wants to keep her strings attached to you. Even at the ripe age of thirteen you understand her love is purely based on your achievements. 

Eventually, you’re thrusted onto set to practice your lines with the boy… and holy shit you’re nervous. You’re too new to acting to have any fame get into your head but you have no clue how this boy will act and honestly, you’re terrified he’ll get you recasted.

As you approach the set decorated to be a middle class kitchen your hands are sweating. You’re lucky Mr. Osborn has allowed you to hold onto your script or you might forget every line even after the hours of late night practices. Before you know it you’re standing a few feet away from the red, no brown, wait maybe both haired boy. 

“I’m Harry,” The boy speaks first, holding out a hand. He isn’t even holding a script, he’s confident he knows his lines which only makes you feel worse. You hesitate to shake his hand, worried he might crush your hand or secretly tell you how out of place you are. “I heard this is your first time in a position like this!” He continues, a genuine and bright smile spreads across his lips.

Finally, you use your voice and take his hand, “I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” You’re taken aback by how soft his skin is and how he doesn’t insult you for being nervous. Something about him is warm, he’s like a fall candle that you light at night when you can’t focus. 

“You shouldn’t be nervous just because my dad is the director. He can’t replace you,” He assures you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You don’t understand what he means, actors get replaced all the time for the simplest reasons. “I specifically chose you to work with and my father won’t risk my career over something as small as forgetting lines!” He gestures to your script, his head tilting to the side. A strand of hair falls out of place and suddenly you’re reminded that he’s not some big shot, he’s a kid same as you.

With a new determination in your chest you give him a solid nod. You feel special, you feel wanted for the first time in a while. Harry chose you to work with out of who knows how many other girls. He must see something in you, something he wants to work with. With a yell of ‘action’ and a snapping sound, the flame between friends is ignited.

[chevvy-yates]

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

Leather body harness by @pinkyjulien.

(sry for retagging you again)

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if you read this:

This is a repost of an older post (and my second attempt now) I deleted just now; see below.

Because it was bugged as hell with tblr always telling me it needs a mature label. Now telling immediately 13 minutes after posting my repost anew it needs a community label (mature already been selected from the start). I selected sexual themes now as well. If this does not work now I'm giving up and if you wanna see such pics then you gotta have to write me on discord. I'm just really really done with this here and I'm already trying hard to sound 'normal'. I cannot understand how this side finds it so horribly sexual, like I'm sortry that Ry has such pretty legs and he likes to show himself like that – there's stuff worse to find over here than this set.

I am honest: I forgot to select mature when posting it back then (sorry I'm just human, Brudi – my brain is often tired af and sometimes I forget simple stuff like this), two weeks later I got the notification it needs a label, so I edited it afterwards but the button didn't vanish at all. Once again, I gave it into the queue for tblr to look at it … taking their time, just to tell me today -weeks later- it needs a label -twice- in a row and still this notification didn't vanish!?

I didn't know what to do other then just delete my post and repost it again with the mature label now selected in the first place (just hoping it won't get back into this mess again).

I know you already know these pics, but I'd appreciate it if you'd like/reblog the post again.💜

I'll love you forever! This is my personal best set of my precious pixel man and I'd like to see it not just having a few notes now. I hope you do understand me in a way ;_;

It slowly feels like it's almost forbidden to post him like that. Like c'mon he's not even entirely nekkid! (I left that one pic I did without his panties already out here bc I know you probably can't handle him). Also I've seen pics worse over here lately not tagged as mature at all. Does tblr know something about him I do not know? Like he's doing some certain BD's or what am I missing?

[tansyuduri]

Love your writing but I think ao3 messed up when it was down for maintenance bc chapter 15 of Our Stars Still Shine Together is not like there. Can you make sure you don't need to reupload it or something. I can't wait to read it. HUGS!

I just checked. It should be up! can you tell me if It's not? Chapter 15 is the one I posted last friday with 16 coming this coming friday so there could be some sort of bug I'm not seeing

I might ask a few other people to check if its up for them too!

It should end with a character running someone through.

BUT thank you so much for coming and saying you love the writing and enjoy the fic! It always makes my day to recive asks like this and helps me during the times where my mind makes me doubt myself! I'm about to post the first fic in my just for fun season 3 au this week most likley so it was a great time to get this as well!

[sugugasm]

NEEDLE N THREAD — FT NANAMI KENTO & FUSHIGURO TOJI

༄ a threesome with your colleagues leads to a very sticky situation.

♱ CW - f! reader, threesomes, big cock nanami and toji, doggy, missionary, double pen, usage of profanity, usage of pet names such as baby/love/sweetheart, use of the word bitch but only once, <> word count - 1.5k <> notes - hi hi, this is a reupload bc there are some opps in the building. pls yall i swear i don’t mean any harm </3 i wrote this in one night & @venusflytrapstar is the one to blame.

toji and nanami were good at their craft.

saving lives daily wasn’t exactly the dream job for some, but to them— it was. there was no better feeling than finishing up a patient, stitching them good as new and seeing them exit the facility with a smile on their face.

and that’s why you adored your colleagues.

toji and nanami had been there since you first began as a pre-med student, already having their lives set at the hospital when you arrived a few years ago. you adored their dedication, work ethic, and abilities just as much as you adored saturday nights.

the nights where not only toji ruptures your insides, but nanami doing the same right after him.

“god-fuckin’ damn, pussy’s so tight. like havin’ both of us fuck you senseless huh?” toji grunts, his cock plummeting into you slowly but deeply as nanami stuck his tongue down your throat.

every time the weekend rolled around, you wondered if it was a dream. to have two handsome men fucking you whenever you asked while also being professional outside of closed doors really got your tummy fluttering. it was something ravenous and exciting about the mischief of it all.

to be such persistent individuals, they were sloppy in bed— fucking you back to back as you mess up the sheets of whoever’s home you’d decided to get pounded at next; this time being nanami��s. the three of you currently having the time of your lives in his living room, ruining his brown leather couch cushions as your pussy contracts around toji’s cock for the second time tonight.

“she’s so pretty— such a slut for us, all for us,” nanami praises, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag. they were both fucking huge and shoving their cocks into you as if they weren’t was a mix of pleasure and pain, but you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“nurse y/n, who knew you were such a fuckin’ whore? look at how this pussy’s fuckin’ me back. bet you think about us while you’re with patients, huh?” toji teases, his tip repeatedly hitting your gushy spot. nanami picked up speed while fucking your throat, his hands holding both of your cheeks. the gagging and queefing of your pussy and mouth had them both going insane.

sometimes you wondered if this would ever escalate to more. it was against protocol and way outside of the employee handbook, but the dick was just too good to pass up.

“such a fuckin’ goddess. love fuckin’ you, baby.” nanami says, caressing your cheek when he pushes his cock to the back of your throat— you choke, but you take every inch. with a gag, he pulls out of your mouth completely, leaving a string of saliva connecting from his cock to your bottom lips.

not too much. fuck is he callin’ her that for? he thought. to toji, there was no reason to. you were all just friends who fuck— well, at first.

it was at that moment you could feel toji fucking you harder. his rough hands gripped at your ass and rolls as he fucked you from behind, watching you clap back against his pelvis. he could cum right now, but he couldn’t help but to feel a small bit a jealousy bubbling inside of fim.

after multiple months of getting to know you and stretching you out, both toji and nanami could say that they’d never felt this way with anyone before— no one other than you. but that was the thing, they couldn’t both have you, not unless it was like this.

“i..i’m cumming—fuuuck yes! fuck me like that, oh my god,” you moan, not missing the way toji’s pace went from steady to rough. with a few more thrusts, you began to coat him like glaze on a donut as he guided his dick in and out of your hole.

“good girl. you’re a sexy little bitch aren’t ya’ ?” toji mumbles, his palm meeting your ass cheek leaving a sting. you giggle, averting your attention from nanami’s eyes to looking behind you at toji. you reached back and put a hand on his stomach and clawed at it with your nails.

“c’mon, toji. wanna’ feel it all, daddy,” you encourage, hearing an annoyed sigh come from nanami. you swore they acted like two envious school boys when it came down to you.

“shit, cummin’, i’m cummin’ for you, baby. where do ya’ want it babydoll?” all it took was for you to say the words in me to have toji spurting his cum into your belly. from the corner of your eye, you could see nanami roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek, removing his glasses and making his way behind you.

nanami have toji a tap on the shoulder and uttered, “move,” in a low tone.

“the fuck are you gettin’ mad about?” toji questions, slipping his dick out of your pretty little hole that just aches for more dick. nanami said nothing, he only gave toji a rather unpleasant expression. surprisingly, toji didn’t argue. instead, he moved over to the side and allowed the impatient man to take his position behind you.

“someone’s jealous, eh?”

nanami grunts, flipping you over onto your back so he could see your beautifully fucked out face, “fushiguro don’t start with me—“

“kento, don’t forget who fucked her first,” toji winks, making nanami knit his brows— chest heaving up and down with agitation. before it could get too routty, your soft voice could be heard from under them.

“hello? can you both shut the fuck up and fuck me already? geez, you act like children,” you sigh. nanami sends toji one last glare before readjusting his focus on you— the pretty angel who had no idea she was setting their hearts on fire.

“i’m so sorry, darling. forgive me,” he whispers, kissing at your neck before toji stood before you— cock hovering over your face creating a shadow.

“kiss ass,” toji mutters.

the minor setback only had your attention for a brief moment as nanami entered himself inside you. you loved how different they both felt. toji was on the bigger side, his cock stretching you out in ways you could never imagine, leaving you begging him for more. where as nanami had length. he was able to reach your spot within seconds of thrusting, sending you over the edge rather quickly.

“jesus, you’re so fuckin’ tight sweetheart,” he groans, stray pieces of blond hair sticking to his forehead as he kept a slow and gentle pace. toji on the other hand, gave you a small moment to get use to the feeling between your legs prior to fucking your face.

“open up, sweet thing,” toji says and you oblige. with your mouth stretching as wide as it could, you tried your absolute best to fit him all the way in, gargling on his cock as his balls slapped against your forehead, “aah—shit, love this fuckin’ throat. takin’ us so well, and at the same time too.”

“and this cunt too,” nanami adds, “never get over you. can’t believe you feel this good, love.”

love. you’d be lying if you said their words didn’t make you want to cry and cum all at once but here you were, taking the two men you admired and cherished the most— unable to call them yours. but deep down inside, the three of you knew the connection was endless. no matter how many times they’d remind themselves of the rules created beforehand, the feeling of your pussy around them had the two men drawn to no one other than you.

the familiar sensation in your stomach had you moaning and whimpering as the two men continued to fuck your holes. noticing your change in movement, nanami reached out to intertwine his hand with yours. a few moments after, you could feel toji doing the same, grabbing the hand that nanami hadn’t, both of them holding onto you and letting you know that they were ready for your explosion.

the intimacy and warmth that they were giving you took you there, toji removing his cock from your mouth and nanami picking up speed, “fuck i’m cumming a-again— ooh! please, please, please— it feels so good!”

“you heard the lady nanami, make that pussy cum,” toji chuckles. as if it were on command, you cunt suckled at nanami’s cock, pulling him right along with you as you reach your climax.

“cum baby, cum for me—please, i’m gonna’ cum with you,” he grunts, squeezing your hand a bit tighter. after a few more sloppy thrusts, you and nanami had cum together.

“there you go, good girl,” toji says, kneeling down to kiss your cheeks and neck. your tits jiggled with every breath you took and your mind was fuzzy from the moment. neither of them had let you go yet, both of their hands still holding on to yours and nanami’s cock still keeping warm inside you.

“that was…fuck,” nanami sighs, watching as toji’s thumbs wiped away the tears that’d escaped your eyes earlier tonight.

after cleaning you up and dressing you in one of nanami’s clean shirts, you could be found resting in the bedroom as the two men talked amongst themselves in the kitchen.

“so when are you gonna’ tell her how you feel?” toji asks, breaking the still silence of the room.

“i don’t know…when are you?”

SUUNMIC 2022 — ©️ all rights reserved to @suunmic. please refrain from copying or reposting as your own.

once again, special thank you to the lovely @venusflytrapstar !!!!

[scarlet-fantasies]

Eren teasing his gf (hcs)

::Notice::

Okay @kazutorasbimbo (Post—> ©2021-Present) allowed me to use these two headcanons of her’s so I’m just going to color hers so you guys know.

so the writing is in green

This is a reupload bc Tumblr was mean.

General (fluff)

Okay so we all know that he is very playful as a boyfriend so understand all the endless teasing you are going to put up with.

First off he likes shy girls so teasing them is like his ultimate kink tbh. (you don’t have to be shy tho.)

Anyways you being shy is just something that he has to pick at.

Even if you two are just alone, you are getting ambushed by him.

When he is sitting on the couch just cuddling or your sitting in between his legs while watching TV. (he likes that best) he pinches your cheeks if they are chubby (bc they’re cute).

But his pinches are not very soft.

“Ow Eren.” You’d whine turning to face him.

“Why are you so cute?”

“I’m not.” You’d say before turning back to look at the screen.

This leaves him to be able to play with your hair, which he does quite often.

Only because you have it in a ponytail he feels the need to pull it to annoy you.

He likes hair pulling and messing up your hair in general.

“Eren stoooop!” You’d say before putting a hand on your ponytail to avoid him from yanking it.

“Eren stoooop!” He’d mimic, making you roll your eyes.

He is always teasing you like that by repeating what you say when you’re annoyed or embarrassed.

He kisses your cheek but it’s so close to your lips it’s just to tease.

When cuddling on his bed or even if you’re just sitting next to him he likes to wrap you up in blankets and not let you out of them.

“Hey babe, you look cute like that.” He’d say having you wrapped up in a blanket only showing your little face.

He wasn’t going to let you out anytime and so you were throwing a small fit.

“Eren let me out.” You’d huff, while struggling.

Eren is just the worst he even puts his body weight on you afterward cause he knows he’s heavier.

He is always putting his body weight on you—blankets or not.

And did I mention he’s heavy?

Also speaking of blankets, when one is covering the both of you while watching a movie, with some of your friends even.

Eren is the type of boyfriend who tugs at the waistband of your pants and because you’re easily distracted; he will eventually slip his hand in to feel your underwear.🙄

Alone or not he does it. He covers this up in front of others by planting a kiss on your cheek to make it an illusion that he is sweet and that he wouldn’t try to embarrass his gf in front of their friends. Right?

You could feel his smirk on your cheek when he kissed you cause he knows how much you want to yell and what not.

Another thing is that this asshole literally rubs his facial hair against your cheek when you are upset, trying to cook, or even just cuddling with him.

Upset:

“Y/n. I’m sorry.” He’d say hugging you and now trying to get you to let it go.

He’d rub he’s facial hair against your cheek and he would just be annoying just to get you to giggle.

“Eren, stop…stop, okay that’s not gonna work… Eren I said stop—Ah!” You’d end up squeaking from his tickles and his facial hair poking you.

Cuddle: you two are just sitting together and he just has to.

trying to cook:

“Eren stop I’m going to burn the food.”

And he just continues to do it.

I did I mention that he loves it if you’re domestic?

Yes, well that still means that when you cook or clean he is teasing.

When you're cooking and your back is turned he is always watching your ass.

When you ask him to taste something cause you still haven’t noticed he walks over to you and tastes what you give him but his hand keeps caressing your butt for the most part.

Sometimes he’ll ask you why you’re cooking only so he can say something smart.

“Babe there’s no need to cook when you are already my meal.”

Other times if you make his favorite food or sweets he likes to grab flour or whip cream and dab some on your nose or cheek.

“Eren!” you’d laugh yet still being mad at the same time.

He even licks your nose or cheek in the process to make you cringe and squeak.

When at the table or anywhere in general where you two are eating he steals your food.

All the time.

Plus if you don’t eat a lot, and eat small amounts–he makes an excuse for it.

“Eren, that was mine.” You’d whine.

“Yeah, babe but you don’t eat a lot anyway.” He’d shrug.

Sometimes when you’re at his house and you two are arguing about a snack that you had and he took away cause he didn’t like his as much; he holds it up high cause you’re shorter than him.

Seeing you’d jump for it and whine a bit he thought it was funny.

Until his mom caught him hiding and moving the snack each time you tried to get it.

“Eren Yeager, don’t bully your girlfriend. Now give her the snack.” She’d say kinda finding you two cute.

“Alright, Alright, babe what’s the magic word?” He’d tease.

“Eren!—Stop teasing the poor girl.” She’d say giving him a small hit on the head, as she shook her head thinking he was being ridiculous.

You’d giggle with her action and only tell her you’re used to his silly behavior.

Though when she is not around be aware of the fact that he changes the magic word every time.

so yes he’s a dick

Oh, if he eats something you don’t like for example say you don’t like ketchup but he has it with his fries, after eating them, or just food you don’t like he always kisses you cause he knows you hate the taste.

“Ewww, Eren.”

After pulling away and seeing your disgusted face he’d laugh his ass off while you went to wash your mouth.

Now when you are cleaning, cause let’s face it he always has dirty laundry.

Eren is the type of mf bf to keep dirty laundry around as an excuse to see you bend down.

Even when you’re going back and forth to clean he drops things for you to clean up.

He even tries to get you dirty so you can wear his clothes.

If he is helping you and he’s given the job to vacuum just be aware that he will in fact put the tube on your waist so you feel the sensation and you, of course, freak.

And he just laughs at you.

It doesn’t matter where you are but this man always thinks, feels, or talks about your ass. And he literally can’t have enough of it.

He loves teasing you if you have a big butt.

Eren tells you exactly what he loves about it and how much he digs it.

Anywhere. Anytime.

You were organizing papers at your desk in your room when he came up behind you, “You’re ass is soft, it’s cute.” He’d laugh whilst grabbing your butt.

You’d turn around ultimately annoyed, “Can you not?”

Or something like:

“Hey, babe look over there it’s a butterfly!” Of course, you’d turn to look at it and lose all focus on everything.

In this moment of distraction, he slaps your ass.

“Eren!? W-wha—Ah!“ You’d scream as he’d throw you over his shoulders, putting his large hand on your ass.

He has big ass hands!

There is so many times he does things regarding about you and your butt. I honestly. I have to make a segment on this bye–

Anyways, he always throws you over his shoulder like it’s nothing.

Cause you don’t weigh much to him.

When you wake up in the morning with him he always pokes your nose and he growls while he nibbles your ear which makes you giggle.

He never wears a shirt to bed or when he works out so he’s always like, "Like what you see?”

or “Babe, take off yours so we can be even.” He’d wink, of course, he’s kidding tho.

When you wear a ponytail he takes the hair tie out of your hair and uses it for himself. omg I freakin see it.

“Eren, that was mine!” You’d complain.

He pulls on your ponytail while you try to wash your face.

Even just in general.

Because he has a hair-pulling kink, duh.

So It’s hard to do makeup and whatnot cause he’s always taking your mirror or something away.

Eren is the type of boyfriend who playfully thrusts at you while you’re bent over the sink brushing your teeth.

Yes, I fully agree.

Especially if you’re wearing those sport shorts that are tight on you.

When you’re working out he still steels your hair tie and when your stretching he moves your leg up higher on purpose to have you stretch more.

Let’s not talk about the Yoga pants if you wear them, like you can’t work out at all.

He is distracting.

“Damn, look at you–looking like a whole effin’ snack.” or “Work dat ass.”

Okay in public, he likes to put his hands around your waist while playing with the waistband of your pants (subtly and no one catches him) and just telling you things. Or even bringing up things that you did the other night.

He likes to scare you and so he’ll have you end up walking by yourself thinking you lost him and the next thing you know you’re worried about him. Eren is such an ass he is going to play mind games with you.

Enough to have you cry or be on the verge of tears since you would get lost since you didn’t know the place as well as he did.

His teasing in public isn’t much different. Already from just calling you baby girl (your pet name) in public and in front of your friends you just want to die of embarrassment.

He picks you up and pretends to drop you.

At the mall, he once made out with you in the dressing room and gave you hickeys. It was awkward cause you got kicked out from the store and he was just laughing when you were like sooo ashamed.

When he drives, he drives recklessly to have you scream so his dumb ass will switch lanes on purpose.

His laugh is so fucking obnoxious you literally want to kick him.

His hand is on your knee or thigh, I have been seeing this for years.

Eren will lower the volume of the music if he’s listening to rap music cause he doesn’t want you hearing the lyrics.

He turns off the songs you like because it makes you annoyed.

I see that because he’s bilingual he has songs in German and you ask what they mean but he’s not telling you they’re all about drugs, sex, and money.

He seriously says your too young to know.

He calls you kiddo sometimes and you hate him for it.

Because you’re shorter than him, maybe by a long shot he rests his arm on your head.

Now let’s talk about school–uni/college

Likes the way you sit in the chair cause he sees how thick you look from behind.😏

He takes pictures when the professor is not looking.

Eren drops his pencil in the library just so you can pick it up and he can watch you bend down.

In class he’d wiggle his eyebrows at you sometimes.

Place his hand on your thigh.

He walks you to your classes and always kisses you.

“Where’s my goodbye kiss?”

“I already gave you one.”

“Fine, I’ll give it then… and on this side too.”

“Eren~ I’m going to be late.”

If his class finishes before yours he waits a little further away for your class door to open so he can see you.

He ruffles your hair when you come to hug him since you’re excited to see him.

“How did my little baby’s test go?” He’d ask, other people sorta stared.

“Eren.” You’d mumble as if to nudge him.

When you need help in English he’ll make fun of your errors.

He also tells you that you owe him for editing your work and all he wants is just make-outs n being touchy.

Makes you sit on his lap when he’s editing your paper. Cause again your ass is something he can’t live without.

He sends you lewd messages sometimes and even audio messages so you have to put your headphones in at the library and your face is just so red/pink.

That’s when he’s not around you anyways.

He also drives you home so on your way he sometimes buys food and he’ll most likely go to In n Out.

I think he really loves that place.

Anyways when he gets a shake, he orders two but doesn’t give you the second one.

“Why did you order two?”

“For me and my brother, he said he wanted one.”

“Wait, then why did you ask me what I wanted?”

“Gosh, silly I’m only kidding. I was only saying this cause you were moody.”

“Moody?”

“Yeah you didn’t give me a kiss when you came to the car.”

“Eren, that’s not moody, you’re just clingy.”

“Well, if you want what you ordered give me a kiss.”

“Seriously, You know I lo-care about you anyways.”

“Ah- you were going to say you love me!”

“No I was not.”

“Yes you were. You love me~ you love me~” he’d chant making you blush a little.

“Eren, I’ve already—we’ve already told to each other so why does it matter.”

“Cause you don’t say it enough.”

“Eren-“

“Roll down the window and say “I love Eren Yeager.” He’d be laughing cause he knows you were in no way doing that.

“Or, or you could say “I love having ssse”

“Nooo, I’m not saying that and defiantly not the second one.”

I’d could see him doing this even to his wife when they first got married.

“But you like it~”

“I’m not—-I’m not talking to you.” You’d say crossing your arms not being able to tolerate him anymore.

“Babe, you know I’m only teasing?” He’d saying placing his hand on your thigh as he had arrived home and stopped the car.

“The milkshake was always for you. And I know you love me.” He’d say leaning over to kiss your cheek.

At home (his place) if he’s dirty and you tell him to shower he says you have to join him.but usually you just push him since you probably don’t want to shower with him when he’s dirty.

In front of his parents if you guys are having dinner he puts his hand on your thigh and squeezes it. Hoping to have you speak a little and embarrass you but you always try to be very quiet when this is going on and you are usually kicking him under the table if he’s doing this.

When you two are being playful he chases you around his apartment and ends up tackling you to the ground. Which usually leads to some intimacy.

Well at least before Armin or Zeke walk in since they probably share the place with him.😂😂😂

He always has tickle fights with you and they can get explicit. Like one time you wore a skirt and he was having a tickle fight with you. And let’s just you kinda flashed him😂😂

But it was in no way your fault it was Eren who pinned you down and made your skirt ride up giving him the front view of your panties.

“Baby blue, nice.” He’d smirk.

And he would have a hold of your skirt so you can’t even cover yourself.

And he would keep staring until you yell at him and he’s just laughing, which don’t worry he’ll cover it up seeing your mad.

But he’s seriously just still laughing and for the rest of the day he kept calling you BLUE. He’d emphasize the word to get you to blush. And his brother and Armin were just confused.

But we’re curious to know why Eren was always laughing when he said it and why you looked embarrassed that day.

Armin has caught you two most of the time especially when your about to have sex or he figures it out afterwards what you two have done and he’s just as grossed out and embarrassed as you. Meanwhile Eren is just laughing his ass off at the two of you. You have to hit him for sure.

If it’s Zeke, he will ask some questions. “Is Eren good like he thinks he is?”

He also has things to say about it. “Aww Eren made love to his girlfriend.” Or “just wait till mom finds out.”

He calls Carla mom and she’s totally okay with it.😂😂 mostly cause his real mom is not around sooo

So anyways here Eren is just going to ignore him and tell him to screw off.

Tho because Eren is such a teasing asshole he does tell his friends, but mostly his brother what it was like or whatever.

NSFW

Always tells you you’re wet.

He has a few kinks so first he almost always overstimulates you.🙄 And if you feel like it’s over it’s not.

He fingers you when you haven’t been the nicest to him.

But even in general he does it but he is rougher when he’s teasing you.

If you are just generally kinda small he’s going to be talking about it. Cause he has a size kink.

Like if you have a small womanhood he’s going to tell you it’s cute.

Slight breeding kink, I’m not adding to this.

Hair-pulling (both to you and him).

He does not get enough doing it. Likes it cause it brings you some pain and forces you to cry out a little when you're trying to be quiet.

I’ve said it before and I’m sure he’d tried to break the bed.

He loves throwing you on the bed and all around the room.

Eren puts you up anywhere on like any dam surface and he doesn’t care if it’s semi—public like he’d do it in a car, a dressing room, on the wall, in a bathroom party, his room when people are over, on the grass and even the kitchen! He doesn’t care if it means bending you over.

And if you don’t like the place or the clothes you're wearing or you just don’t want to have sex because of your mismatching underwear he could give less of shit and it only gives him the excuse to just tease you even more.😓

He’d even screw you in a bunk bed or stairs, he doesn’t care where it is. And he doesn’t care if your underwear is not sexy.

Anyways, speaking about beds…When you fall off the bed, cause he’s not careful and he tells you he’s “got you” even tho you’re on the effin’ edge of the bed. You always fall and he laughs before asking you if you're okay.

If he wants to switch positions but your having trouble understanding he starts to laugh cause you don’t understand.

“It’s confusing!” You’d say also kinda laughing.”

“Babe it’s not. Just put your leg here.” He’d still be laughing while trying to help you.

He makes you answer the phone while he’s doing you know what and you hate it.

Especially when your dad is calling.

“Answer it or I’ll stop.”

So of course you do and you are just a stuttering and panting mess but your dad doesn’t catch it since you tell him your running and working out.

Once you get off the phone Eren is trying so hard not laugh while you look like your going to cry/complain cause of the humiliation. Gosh he is horrible.

Eventually, he gives up and starts laughing and he can’t even stop seeing your lie was so pathetic.

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny.” You’d hit him.

“It was cute.” He’d laugh cupping your face with hands before kissing you.

If you like to stay quiet and you have your hand over your mouth for the most part he’s going to move your hand away and get you to scream.

He doesn’t let you cover your face in any moment especially during your high. He’s a tease and he loves eye contact so no hiding no matter how shy you are.

You're not even allowed to close them.

And I don’t think he’s super talkative but I think he’s more talkative during sex then someone like Levi is so in any case I’m sure Eren will make fun of you.

I don’t literally see degrading tho cause if he cares about his gf/lover he just isn’t going to tell her those things cause she’s too special to be called a whore. So yeah I don’t think he’d do that but may just some teasing.

He probably wants you to call him daddy but you not calling him that cause you refuse and it’s just generally a big turn on knowing your stubborn.

Eren always pins your arms above your head with only one hand to keep you still.

Mostly because he knows you’ll squirm a lot and also to annoy you since you can’t touch him.

During aftercare if he notices that you can’t walk even the day after he’s just laughing and throughout the day he’s just like, “does it hurt to sit?” Or “Aww you poor baby, you can’t walk because I fuck-“

“Eren!”

He’d chuckle, “Ok, okay. I’m sorry it’s just a little funny how you look like a fawn trying to stand.”

“I hate you.” You roll your eyes while leaning against the wall.

“I love you too, baby deer.” He’s kiss you before grinning.

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[gravity-shifter]

name: thanatos replaces: hair 2 for m/f lala comments: hii my first time doing a hair mashup ;-; i wanted something short and cute with a lil bit of forehead showing and apparently accidentally recreated thanatos' hairstyle from hades LOL this is my first time doing hair in general so please let me know if i messed up somewhere, i didn't see anything personally but if anything pops up shoot me a dm! it has holes on the side since the original au ra hair did as well, it looks best with vanilla ears bc of this (unless youre fine with them) not hat compatible sowwy

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[tsukkisbean]

24 cakes pt.1 | oneshot

pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader

genre: fluff, mildly suggestive

warnings: none!

a/n: so this kind of turned into a oneshot but oh well. i also tried to make it so that you could technically read the two parts separately if you prefer fluff/smut over the other but idk how well that worked out. anyways, pt 2 has been scheduled to come out in 2 hours. n e ways TSUKISHIMA BEST BOY!! also this is a reupload bc my original post disappeared. if you already saw this NO U DIDN’T

the smell of smoke engulfs your apartment and you quickly run to slide open your balcony door. turning on your heels you make your way back to the kitchen. clambering atop the counter you try to wave the air clear with your palms. when the piercing sound of the smoke alarm finally cuts out, you plop down, letting your legs dangle over the edge of the counter.

your eyes land on the stovetop where your burnt creation sits. you let out a frustrated cry. you’ve made this recipe more times than you can count on your fingers because somehow they’ve all ended up in disaster. first, there was the time you underbeat the whipped cream, and ended up with a sticky mess. then there was the time you accidentally knocked the batter onto the floor. not to mention the time you dropped the cake right as you pulled it out of the oven.

this time you had gotten so wrapped up in your phone call with tsukishima you didn’t realize that your oven timer was going off. by the time you had come to your senses, it was too late.

you rub your temples in annoyance. despite starting weeks in advance to make sure you had the recipe down, it was now the day of your boyfriend’s birthday and you had yet to successfully finish the recipe even once.

taking a quick glance at the clock, you push yourself off the counter to throw away your burnt masterpiece and begin pulling out ingredients once more. tsukishima was supposed to be over in a few hours, so if you wanted to have enough time you had to start now.

you’re about to combine the dry ingredients together when there’s a brisk knock on the door. dusting your hands on your apron, you make your way to the front entrance. you swing your door open, and slam it shut just as fast. 

the knocking starts up again, this time more persistent and more aggressive. your fingers fumble with the door chain, sliding it into place before cracking the door open ever so slightly. you’re about to peek out into the hallway, but before you can get a good view, your visitor tries to force the door open further causing you to jump back in surprise.

“y/n? what the hell are you doing?” the person on the other side says, irritation evident in their voice. when you don’t respond they speak again, this time with a much softer tone, “y/n please let me in. are you okay?”

“mhm” is the only thing you manage to squeeze out though it sounds more like a squeak. gently pressing the door closed again, you remove the chain to let your visitor in. when your boyfriend comes into full view, you flash him a bashful smile, “sorry, kei. i was just caught off guard, i thought we agreed that you’d come over at 9pm.”

the tall male scoffs, raising his hand to give your forehead a flick, before perching forward to press an apologetic kiss against the red mark, “nii-chan got held up at work so he won’t be here until tomorrow.”

you try to pull off your best scowl, only to have him to snort at you, “so? are you going to let me in or are you going to keep making faces at me?” he cranes his neck to look past you, his height giving him a clear advantage.

reluctantly, you step aside and he lets himself in, removing his shoes and changing into his slippers in the process. as the two of you step into the kitchen, you avoid eye contact, already able to picture the smug expression on his face.

his arms slip around your waist, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. despite the sweet actions, the nuance in his voice says otherwise, “aw y/n were you trying to bake me a birthday cake? you really shouldn’t have.”

you pull away from him, sticking out your tongue in response, “fine in that case i’m going to make this strawberry shortcake for myself.” you tap your chin pretending to deep in thought for a moment, “or maybe i’ll ask yamaguchi if he wants some.”

you expect a snarky remark but he says nothing, instead he strides over to one of the drawers to pull out an apron. you watch as he hooks the bib around his neck, and fastens the string around his waist.

he picks up the recipe by the corner, letting it dangle in the air. he shoots you a questioning look but you shrug your shoulders and snatch the paper out of his hands. “so i’ve already tried to bake this recipe a couple of times, it’s bound to have a couple of stains here and there.”

“how many times is a couple, really? three? ten? fifty?”

you mutter something under your breath, fingers fiddling with each other. tsukishima leans in closer, cupping his ear with his hand, “sorry, can you say that again?”

you roll your eyes, this time your voice at a normal volume, “twenty-three.”

this time tsukishima laughs with his whole chest, using his pointer finger to gently push your head, “twenty-three? i’m surprised you haven’t burned the entire place down.”

placing your hands on your hips, you challenge him, “what? you think you can do better?”

he shifts in his spot so that your eyes are level with his, “oh i know i can do better.”

with that, he snatches the recipe back from you, doing a careful readthrough of each step. you watch as he scoops a cup of flour, neatly levelling it with a metal spatula. just as he’s about to pour the flour into the bowl, you lunge forward, bumping your hip against his side. a white cloud rises into the air, coating the both of you in flour.

tsukishima grabs you by the wrists, clicking his tongue in annoyance “tsk, do you really hate losing that much?”

you feign innocence, flashing him your sweetest smile, “sorry, i lost my balance.”

unable to think of a comeback he releases you, turning his attention back to the task at hand. as works through each step, you shadow him, interjecting a few comments every so often.

wrapping your arms around his waist, you rest your face against the side of his body, “are you sure that’s soft peaks it’s looking a little runny still”

he tilts the bowl towards you, lifting the mixer up so you can see how the egg whites droop over slightly, “yes i’m sure.”

you take your chance again when he moves onto the next step, “be careful not to add the sugar too fast or-”

but to your dismay he’s already one step ahead of you,“then the stiff peaks won’t form, i know.”

in a last resort to try and distract him, you throw in one last punch, “are you really sure you want to fold your meringue in now? it’s looking a little soft still.” obviously fed up with your antics, tsukishima grabs the metal bowl, flipping it above your head.

instinctively, you duck your head down and cover your head with your hands. cracking an eye open, you’re met with his usual smirk. and so, you shuffle over to the other side of the counter situating yourself on one of the bar stools.

you watch silently as he works through the final steps with ease. once the cake is placed in the oven he turns his attention back to you.

his long frame leans over the kitchen counter and kisses the tip of your nose, “sorry, but it looks like this is just one more thing that i’m better than you at. although 24 cakes does seem appropriate for today’s occasion, huh?”

you huff, crossing your arms against your chest, “technically you’re not finished until the cake its cooked, iced, and decorated.” turning your head slightly you side eye him, “besides you may be better than me at some things. but you’re definitely not everything.”

a sly smile appears on tsukishima’s face, “oh yeah? i can think of plenty of things that i can beat you at right now.”

your palms hit the counter as your body shoots out of its seat, “oh yeah? let’s go then. right here, right now.”

(a/n: if you want to read the smutty ending of this then please check out my blog at 3:00pm pst (in 2 hrs)! i’ve scheduled the next post for then. otherwise read on hehe.)

your entire body quivers under your boyfriend. never have you wanted to scream at him so bad before. but you bite your tongue and hold yourself back for the time being. there was no way you were going to lose to him, not when you had so confidently declared that you were going to beat him.

“left hand yellow, y/n.”

you let out a triumphant yell as your hand is already planted on a yellow spot. but the feeling is short lived when you realize that you now have to maneuver yourself to reach the spinner. it’s obvious your boyfriend is thinking the same thing from the way he shoots you a smile.

but you refuse to lose, not when you’ve held out for this long. before your hand reaches the spinner, a blaring noise fills the room.

the two of you look at each other, and this time it’s you who shoots him a knowing smile. he glowers at you as he twists his body to stand up. once he stands up fully erect, your arms and legs give out, your body crumpling onto the floor.

as you lay there, a delicious scent fills your nostrils. automatically, you rise to your feet, skittering over to join your boyfriend by the oven. he takes notice of your presence, and defensively holds his arms out, “don’t you dare come anywhere near my cake. you might ruin it.”

your mouth hangs open, reaching out to give his chest a playful shove, “hey i’m good at baking. i just had a few…mishaps.” your voice trails off momentarily, “plus i just beat you at twister, so technically we’re tied for today!”

tsukishima clicks his tongue, obviously irritated at the fact that he most likely would have won if it weren’t for the timer going off.

“let’s play another round, loser has to wash all the dishes.” he extends his hand out to you.

grabbing his hand, you give it a firm shake, “you’re on! prepare to lose, kei.”

your grip loosens but before you can completely pull your hand away, you’re tugged against tsukishima’s body. in one swift motion his lips capture yours in a chaste kiss. after a moment, he pulls away slightly, letting your lips brush against each other as he speaks, “whatever you say, love. but just remember today is my birthday.”

a/n: hello!! i’m putting my final author’s note here just because i didn’t wanna spoil the ending hehe. anyways i hope you guys liked the ending now i’m thinking about doing twister hc with haikyuu sooooooo look out for that :)

[littledreamybeth]

Leaving you- the aftermath

A/N: Some of you have wished a second part and here it is. I haven’t mentioned a few things in the story but all I want to say that Y/N has beat her mental health issues and Harry has let go of the past :)

permanently reuploaded bcs Tumblr is a bitch

I knew he was happy. I could clearly feel it. The way he spun her around with nothing but happiness and tenderness displayed on his handsome face was proof enough that his heart had healed a long time ago, ready to be in love again.

I didn’t know what really had brought me here and what I was expecting to see. Maybe I just wanted to search for some confirmation that he was truly going to marry someone else. Niall, with whom I was still in good contact despite my breakup with Harry, had spoiled about my ex boyfriend’s upcoming engagement celebration and it had been the first time in two years that I had heard any news regarding him. It would be a complete lie if I told you that I didn’t felt a deep sting in my heart and that I was disappointed. A little part of me had still clung onto the hope that, one day, Harry would miraculously take me back. It had been foolish to think like this.

It took me a lot of persuasion to get Niall to tell me where this celebration would be taking place. I just wanted to see Harry for the very last time, I had no intention to talk to anyone. I would be hiding somewhere in the room where no one could see me and just observe the event.

That’s what I was doing now.

Watching how Harry danced lovingly with his soon-to-be wife.

I fiddled my necklace.

The ring he wanted to propose to me with hung around my neck as a painful reminder of what I could’ve had but unfortunately had given up. It hurt every time I spared a glance at it, knowing that if I hadn’t been too determined to leave him, it could’ve been me, and not his new partner, dancing around with him happily right at this moment. I fucked up big time, but still, I was sort of relieved that Harry had found someone else to be his instead of grieving for his former relationship. Two years had passed already. Enough time to let go.

Despite having tears in my eyes while watching the scenery, I still smiled at the sight in front of me. Harry bent down to give his new love a soft kiss on her cheek whereupon the young woman blushed and buried her face in the crook of his neck. He whispered something into her ear, which made both of them laugh. That gentle act of love reminded me of the many times that Harry would kiss me out of nowhere or at moments when I least expected it, causing me to react exactly the same way his fiancée did. I would’ve been a blushing mess, especially when he had shown signs of affection while his family had been around. Then I would’ve been so red that you could’ve compared me to a tomato.

Sometimes I wondered how my life would’ve looked like if I still had Harry by my side. Would our love have overshadowed all the negativity that I had seen so far? Would our love have been enough to overcome every hurdle that was on our way? The answer was simple- yes. But it was too late now and Harry’s heart, that I had once broken, was taken again. There was no possibility to rewind time.

As I was about to turn around, I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder, gently squeezing it.

“Hi Y/N.” A familiar voice spoke to me. Panic rose in every cell of my body as I turned around to face the woman I hadn’t seen for a while. She was smiling at me.

“Good evening Anne. How do you know it was me?” I said, tilting my head down in embarrassment.

“I would recognize you everywhere, even from the back,” she laughed. “How are you love?” Why was she so nice to me? Shouldn’t she hate me because I had broken her son’s heart?

“I’m fine. How are you?”

“I couldn’t be better,” she responded, bringing her attention to her son and her daughter-in-law who stood in the middle of the dance floor. Her eyes were gleaming, full of joy for the young couple in love.

My gaze followed hers.

“I’m not going to ask you what you’re doing here, Y/N, since it is quite obvious why you came.” Her eyes bore into my soul, but she was still smiling. It wasn’t her intention to intimidate me, I could tell. If I wasn’t mistaken, I could detect a little bit of sympathy in her green orbs.

“I just wanted to know how he’s doing, that’s all. And apparently he’s doing awesome. That’s everything I need to know.” I urged a smile, despite my insides were shrinking one by one.

“Y/N, honestly, it wasn’t easy for him to get over you, no matter how much he claimed he did. I could see that he missed you and that he hoped you would take him back somehow, but when he received nor call or a message that he was desperately waiting for, he finally gave up,” she sighed. “Harry is normally a stubborn person, fighting for something until he gets it, so he surprised me when he told me that he was letting you go. I really wished it didn’t end up like this. You know how much I actually liked you.”

“I’m sorry…” It was the only thing that came into my mind.

“Are you doing well at least?” she inquired. “Mentally, I mean? Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes, I’m good,” I nodded my head assuringly. I really did feel a whole lot better than I did two years ago and my therapy sessions helped a hell lot to strengthen my confidence and to find peace. I was living the private life that I had strived for, however, there would be always something missing in my life.Harry.

“That’s lovely to hear, darling.” She laid both of her hands on my shoulder, gently massaging them as if she intended to motivate me. “I hope that one day, you’ll find your soulmate just as my son did.”

I reciprocated her smile. My head turned back to him and his fiancée.

“She’s a wonderful young woman, Y/N,” Anne told me. “I bet you would’ve liked her. You both have so many things in common.”

I could see it.

“I’m happy he’s found someone else worthy of his love,” I said, looking away when Harry kissed her on her mouth, ignoring the deep ache in between my ribs.

[melien]

Eden Lee Tisdale for @socialjusticesimblr‘s Slaughter or Salvage BC

Over-Emotional / Good / Friendly / Natural Cook / Photographer’s Eye

Eden Lee, 23, is a cheerful and friendly person who’s always open to expand their horizons, yet in fact they’re full of insecurities, which they mostly prefer keeping to themself. However, deep inside Eden Lee is hoping to find this special person who they can share everything with, and who will accept and love them. That’s why Eden Lee decided to enter Lorelei Kessler’s bachelorette challenge, genuinely hoping she’s the one. Of course they’re a little bit nervous because of their hearing impairments, struggling with which (along with trying to find their place in society) often results into mental kind of disorders, but they believe Lorelei and other people in the house will be supportive and make them feel like they belong.

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Private download unless they’re eliminated.

Interview under the cut.

Universal Questions: Personal information! Age, gender identity, species, place of usual residence, etc. I'm Eden Lee (yeah, usually people call me by my double name), 23 years old. I identify as non-binary and use they/them pronouns. I'm a human, and came from Bridgeport, where I live in the suburbs with my family: parents and younger sister who’s sixteen. What are the specifics of your disability / disabilities? Is there anything we need to do in order to accommodate you and your needs fully? When I was fourteen, I had a really bad accident followed by serious head injury and lots of surgery, which resulted into hearing complications that I still continue to struggle with. I can slightly hear only some sounds very close to me, so I have to ask others to speak distinctly and preferably into my ear, if they don't know the sign language. The next year after the accident I entered high school, and this wasn't the best time. I always felt rejected because I genuinely tried to make friends, and some people just turned their backs and went away with obvious irritation whenever I politely asked to repeat something they said. I've been dealing with major depressive disorder since then which caused lots of self-hate and mood swings, and even though I feel it has become better lately, the symptoms still can kick in whenever I experience some kind of stress. So, I really hope people in the house will talk to me, notice me and be my friends. That’s all I ask for... not treating me as an empty space. No matter what, I still believe in humanity. I heard this challenge is a safe place for people with disabilities, so I'm optimistic. How would you describe yourself? How would your friends describe you? I'm just a regular person who tends to be too emotional and anxious at times, as well as too kind and indulgent, which isn't my best quality - I would give everything to become stronger and learn to stand my ground, because I’m quite easy to manipulate. I don't have a lot of friends, we communicate in sign language with those few I have. They usually say that I'm the most harmless and least selfish person in the world. That's good, right? But I take other people's problems very seriously, to the extent of them becoming my own burden, and always overthink, which isn't good for my mental health, so I guess I still have to learn to put myself first. I probably shouldn’t list only negative things... Sometimes, when I’m able to think clearly, I notice that I actually like myself in general. I can’t imagine being different, and I’m proud of who I am. Random bit of trivia about yourself, or your hobbies, or your romantic past My hobbies involve cooking and taking photos of the world - it's my huge inspiration and comfort whenever I start feeling down. I have a photography blog where I post my pictures, and my followers make me feel like I matter, they're seriously the sweetest. Hmmm, romantic past? I'll tell you the truth - I haven't really been with anyone. For long years I've had higher priorities than relationships, moreover constant hospital appointments took a lot of my time and powers. I had some crushes, but they were short-lived... Why did you enter this BC?* Are you nervous? What do you hope to attain? ... so I guess, it's time to regain what I missed and start looking for true love? Everyone deserves it. My demons kept telling me that I won't be good enough for someone, especially someone as great as Lorelei. But I perfectly understand it's not true. So yeah... of course I'm nervous, but it's a good kind of. I'll just try to act like I usually do, without thinking of competition and pressure. It's not the main point for me. Lorelei's feelings is what matters the most: if she likes me, I'll be really happy and grateful. If we're not meant to be, it's fine. But deep inside, of course, I hope for the first option. Lorelei Specific Questions: What are your thoughts on Lorelei herself? What made you decide to try to win her hand instead of Lyra’s? Both ladies are beautiful inside and out, they inspire me to be the better person and I admire them for starting this challenge - this is a truly great thing to do. However, I had to choose, and I felt like we have more in common with Lorelei. Just looking at her picture made me feel like she might become this awesome friend I never had, and we'll exchange support in our hardest times. I have a lot to learn from her. By the way, this strange feeling that I'll be safe by her side... that I made a right choice... is it just me? Never mind. What are your greatest fears? Oh, man... My greatest fear is that I'll waste my life. That I'll never accomplish anything great, or make a significant difference in this world. Honestly, I really want to help people with the same disabilities as me, I feel like it’s my mission. But I don't even know where to start... my mental issues haven't gone anywhere and I'm still struggling, so how can I help others when I'm a mess myself? Uh... Alright, I don't really want to tear up right now, because trust me, when I start crying, it lasts long. I’m an ugly crier, ha... Next question. What is your moral compass like? Do you believe in absolute good or absolute evil? I’m aware there can’t be absolute good or absolute evil: life isn’t just black or white. However, no matter what has happened to me before and almost made me lose my faith, I would like to believe every single person has got something good in them. How interested are you in music? It’s one of Lorelei’s on-off special interests, so you may need to be proficient in it to catch up. I love music! Before the accident I was pretty good in playing piano. Even though I'm partially deaf, I can hear music when I'm wearing my earphones and listen at maximum volume, and I'm really grateful to my medical care providers for not letting me stay completely deaf after the accident, because I wouldn't be able to survive without music. I like a lot of different genres, mostly easy-listening acoustic songs that help me relax. I also try to keep up with the trends and check the top chart positions every week. The only thing I strongly dislike is electronic music, as it is too heavy and gives me headache. If you lose, will you be able to cope? I won't lie, I'm quite sensitive and it's hard for me to deal with rejections, but it honestly depends on the circumstances, so I can't say anything exact for now. First of all I have to meet Lorelei and other contestants, and I can't wait to get started!

[iloveshippingkitty]

Hey yea hi the blacklist doesn't pick up posts tagged with tw, cw, or slashes unless they have that in their blacklist, most people don't have it like that in their blacklist, it not picking up on the tags because of the tw on the end doesn't mean they're logged out, consider not getting pissy at an anon having a panic/anxiety attack because they saw something they have blacklisted, a persons thoughts aren't right when they have one, anon didn't check your tags bc they were having an attack. :)

Okay so as much as I can explain the first anon is not the person at any point I had a problem and was very sorry for what I did which was not put the tag when I was reposting. If I knew who the original was I would apologise thoroughly directly. This was also not why I thought the other anonymous messages (unreleased) were being snidey. I thought they were being snidey cos when I blocked one message with full intention to answer the other with civility about the situation because that one was a real question both were deleted - with no name or any evidence that anyone had been logged in (because the name goes into your blocked people settings) and my ‘allow people to see my blog logged out’ section was on and here is where I believe that they were logged out. I was not in fact getting pissy about the first anon and do say it several times. So unless this person was the same person everytime I was not being pissy to the same person. And if it was the same person for all 3 (1 the first and the 2 unreleased) then they would have no way of avoiding the story as when logged out it is impossible to block a tag (again the block list proves the latter two were not logged in).I would like to reiterate, I do not want to think in any way that all 3 are the same person because avoidance would not have been possible when logged out. 

And double reiteration - once more - I am sorry first anon, it was dumb that I didn’t double check that when I spellchecked it 

Questions 1,2,3:

1- Please tag - “doneanddone” tagged on my retag reblog of the actual post

2 - No you didn’t and a link to the original ((where it has on the reblog notes the retag)) -  the one I was going to block because I was going to once again delete and reupload with full tags because I was back home on my computer and unblock so that when it was finally up I could tell whomever it was that everything was reuploaded with the appropriate tags.

3 - mentions of abuse are also triggering - the one I had full intention of replying with the fact of this is where I really messed up cos I sound like a twat (sound worse than that now) but the original that needed spellchecking so was deleted had abuse mentions on the warning - I was going to explain that I had put it on the original that was in fact deleted and I was very sorry for any tone that was implied.

When 2 and 3 where not only the same person but both offline and had no way of avoiding the fic, that is when I flipped my shit and I tried very hard while doing to explain I was not angry at first anon but an anon of 2 q’s that had been rattling me on a subject that I had done my best to ammend and they pried in as someone who wasn’t logged in so could sit there and yell and scream about how I didn’t have this or that yet.

Which was when I said ‘if you don’t like me, I don’t care’ because a lot of people were giving a young girl shit yesterday and that obviously shook her and I left caring about people who only had shit to say to me without any respect,  back in school and there is no way and no how I’m going back to that mentality.

(I really hope this just makes sense to someone)