#right now it's wawa of course

[smile-files]

two things

does anyone know where "wawa" came from?? i keep saying it!!!!!!!

came up with another silly imaginary utopia... fuzzyworld, which is inhabited by fuzzy caterpillars can turn into fuzzy butterflies and back again whenever they want

[blushy-tigerrr]

time with my love

as much as i want to write out a big long story time post about the time that @applesyaboi and i shared together over these past two weeks, i simply cannot put into words how amazing he made me feel. so, instead of trying to write paragraphs on paragraphs and find the right words for this amazing man, i’ll just give you guys a summary of our time.

but yknow… a picture also says a thousand words, so…

just to show yall how obsessed he is with my tummy and i love it shut up

anyway. to the summary!!

when his plane arrived, i was shaking with nerves and convinced i’d cry. i somehow didn’t. we hugged, we kissed, and then we got in the car and left. i also got him some fake flowers so he could keep them forever hehe. when we made it home, we (of course) immediately got into Shenanigans™️

my god you guys i never feel more ticklish than i do when he tickles me it’s insane. he found so many new awful spots that i never expected to be as bad as they are. he had me making noises i didn’t know i could make oh my god it was so incredible.

but also. i found so many new spots on him too and guys. i am OBSESSED with his laugh and his smile and how much he squirms and AHHHH IM IN LOVE!!!

we also got to try out restraints and a vibrating feather i had recently purchased and woah. game changer.

but we didn’t just sit around and tickle each other the whole time hehe. here’s a list of most of the stuff we did over the course of our two weeks together!

- he met my parents and they loved him :’)

- he saw me in the musical i’m in on our opening night MY THEATER KID HEART WAS SO HAPPY

- he met some of my friends including @daisylovestickles and @abc321 (who all adored him ofc)

- went to a baseball game!!!

- adventured to some of my favorite food spots and ate so much good fucking food GAHHH

- related. showed him wawa for the first time :3

- watched silly youtube videos and movies to pass the time

- showed him my stardew valley saves

there was probably more, but my mind is a mess rn and that’s most of it, so i’ll keep it at that.

i dropped him off at the airport like seven and a half hours ago and it feels like he’s been away from me for five years. :’)

apples, you’re the love of my life. thank you for coming out here and staying with me for two weeks. you make my life so much better and brighter. you’re my rock and my biggest cheerleader. i would not be where i am now without your love and support, and i am eternally grateful. we may have only been together for six months, but i am convinced that you are my person. i don’t want to know life without you ever again. <3

see you soon, sweetheart, but not soon enough.

[itwdoris]

Hi wawa! I saw your post a little while ago about missing Yuuta, I miss him too 🥺

I was just thinking, so I work from home and was thinking what if Yuuta was a desk pet? Imagine being so focused on your work, that you don’t really notice you need to go until it’s too late, but you can’t go now because there’s an important phone call/email you need to get through! Good thing Yuuta is here~ (kinda like that one fic you did with Nanami??) if he gets a little into it, gotta control your moans while he cleans you up 🤭

Bonus points, Yuuta also works at the same company but for maybe works different hours or something? So when you’re busy with your work he helps you, and then when he’s busy you help him

-💖 Anon

tw: piss, piss drinking.

yuuta is always around somehow, always finding a way to get under your desk and between your legs while you worked. always with his slender fingers wrapping around your the fabric of your panties to take them off, warming you with his mouth for hours, eating you because he can't help it, or just being your good urinal.

while you're working, sending some messages to start the call, slightly stirring because you can feel the need coming, but you're close to finish everything, maybe waiting a while isn't so bad...

okkotsu approached, leaving a kiss on your head before going down and getting under the desk, so used to it, you just looked at him quickly with your brain distracted, stroking his hair when you saw the cell phone screen glowing, the call. you pick up phone and answer quickly, greeting the others on the other end of the line, while feeling a nose sliding down your thighs and hands squeezing you, you instinctively open up a little as you listen intently to the voices.

you move a little when you feel his hands reaching up to pull down your panties, something making you press your lips together, the need seeming to grow with it, as if your body was following a familiar pattern. yuuta knows, so he continues, turning his face to the middle of your thighs and leaves a kiss on your clit, pulling away slightly to blow into your folds, watching you through everything.

you nod at the question they ask you on the call as if they could see, then you answer them, a little distracted by the sensations you're having, making you shiver and clench in an attempt to hold on a little longer. you lean your head on the chair and use your free hand to squeeze the arm of the chair a little, feeling him pread your legs wider.

his tongue runs through your folds, his hot breath makes you bite your lips, yuuta sinks down to rub his tongue, making a point of taking it to your piss hole, making you let go of the chair to grab his hair. you try to stop the noises you want to make, try to stay focused on the call, but you see him looking at you, with his mouth working on your pussy, his eyes shining with desire,

looking ready to take it all.

oh, of course. so you hold him in place, his mouth fitting almost perfectly onto you, small leaks starting as you close your eyes for a few seconds when relief consumes you, finally releasing your full bladder all into his mouth. you breathe a sigh of relief and receive a question on the phone, then turn your attention back to the call.

but yuuta has the vision he likes best, of you leaning back in the chair, with your eyelids heavy from the pleasure, holding back pants while he's right there catching all the piss that gushes out of you. the sound of his gulping a little loudly makes you blush a little, but it's leaking so strongly that he has no choice, you've held it all in for him, making his cock throb so much inside his pants.

long enough, you didn't know what was taking longer, but unfortunately the call is still on while your stream of piss weakened in his mouth, even though he began to suck on it like someone asking for more, rubbing his tongue on you. you let go of his hair to put your hand over your own mouth, trying to stop yourself from whimpering on the call.

and finally, they say goodbye. you look at the closing screen and whimper loudly with the suction, putting the cell phone down on the table and turning your full attention to okkotsu under the table.

he sucks in every last drop, pulling away only for a few moments to wipe his chin with his wrist, looking at you, then returned to complete the job, cleaning you with his tongue. you moan when yuuta starts licking, stroking his dark hair, letting him get a little carried away and eat you up, because he was so good for you,

such a good urinal.

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hi dear!! i loved this!! yuuta + piss its ooh, i hope you like it <3 i will work on the bonus ^–

[thatcreationsureisunending]

Is Wawa ever nonviolent with other scugs?

Oh, yeah, of course!! Haha-- you don't

actually have to worry about her with other slugcats, honestly. Most of the time she's very chill!

Like-- there's Enforcer and Puppet! Pretty sure they've both shown up on here before, ha! Wawa hasn't tried to kill them as far as I'm aware! And I'm also pretty sure it's not just because they're my siblings' guys

... Wait, do they count? Neither of them are really slugcat-- fully, anyway--

No, no they don't count, hold on. There's others!! I swear!

See, see! Better examples, ha, okay. There's!

There's Frigid, who hangs around my brother, Fathom, So they get to see each other pretty often!

Verdant, who is wiiiith Valleys! Valleys! One of my friends! Verdant's real big, which-- which wouldn't stop Wawa-- but it means that whenever I get photos of them together I get to treat it like a little challenge! "Spot the Wawa in this image"!

And Gardener!! Chimes' buddy! I don't think Wawa appreciates how often she gets babied by it, but he tolerates it at least!

... I probably didn't need to bring up examples, huh? But I wanted to! So!

Hope that answers your question!

...I wonder where Wawa is right now.

Hm..

ENFORCER & FRIGID -- @zarithial / @nofathomtoodeep

VERDANT -- @csidepooltide / @acrossgoldenvalleys

GARDENER -- @skybristle / @ask-bending-horizons

[clingwrapsweat]

// suggestive

here's some serirei stuff i cooked up right after waking up

basically reigen gets drunk like the lightweight loser he is, and serizawa has to take care of him

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imagine serizawa going on a hangout w his classmates, and he thinks about bringing reigen w him, so he goes hey, im going out for a drink w my classmates. wanna tag along? and reigen is like haha! sure but id rather not drink rn if thats okay and wawa is like haha yeah sure. and then they get there and wawas classamtes are like come onn have a drink w us u silly, so he gives in, but hes a really fucking lightweight, and just gets super drunk super fast, and starts slurring his words and getting hot under his suit and wawas like holy shit, guys I might have to get my boss back home. but he doesnt know where reigen lives and he cant even answer, so he calls a cab and brings him to his apartment, which hes very embarrassed about cuz he didnt rly clean up before leaving, and has video game stuff all over his room, but he helps Reigen take off his clothes, and as hes unbuttoning his shirt, reigen grabs his hand by the wrist, and puts it flat on his chest, and Serizawa has no idea what to do, but he's mesmerized by reigens red cheeks and his heavy breathing, and he finds his other hand being guided to reigens inner thighs, and he knows he should stop, but the sweetest sound just leaves reigens lips, and he wants to hear that again, so he lets his hand wander up his neck, and his face, and the back of his head, gently grabbing him by the hair, as the other hand finds its way to his hips, and they're so close, and. serizawa quickly steps away, as reigen whines. but he knows he shouldn't do anything with a man, so vulnerable and pathetic right now. so he just asks him to take a shower. and he awkwardly sits with his back facing reigen as he tries to was himself, with not much success, so he has to step in and help, so he washes his back, and his chest, asks him to lift his arms, which reigen doesnt, so he does it himself, washes his calves, and his thigs, up to a certain point, and then carefully washes his hair, and reigen leans into his touch, and he still cant seem to form a coherent sentence, but he's obviously very greatful. and surprisingly docile, which serizawa is not used to. then he help him get out, helps to wipe the water off with a towel, and gives him a pair of pijamas which are a few sizes too big on reigen, but he looks so cute. cool! i mean. that's his boss. he shouldn't fantasize about him like that. he knows. yet he cant help it, as they get in bed together, because of course he wanted to take the couch but he can't leave reigen alone like that haha! he has to share a bed with him. for safety. of course. and reigen rests his head on his chest and arm, and his wet hair feels cold touching his face, but he doesn't care. he holds him tight, and they fall asleep soundly.

btw i literally just write these for my friend 😭 so sorry for any mispells, the lack of formatting, and not using capitals.

i didnt proofread. hope you enjoyed

[angesaurus]

I do feel a little like ✨trash✨today. Yesterday was a very long day. We literally had to be at the soccer field @ 7:50am for photos. It was hell getting out of the house on time because Dan, who reassured me that “he got it” did indeed not have it, and therefore it was chaos and then Cecilia had her actual game (they won!) and then we had to stay for Gavin’s team photos (I sat in my chair and read on my kindle) and then we ran to Wawa for a quick snack/lunch and then drove 25 minutes away to Gavin’s game (he also won!) and it was VERY hot and the sun was pounding down and it just wore me out a little. And of course my parents came (which is nice that they drove extra for an away game!) and of course they came to my (incredibly messy) house after and we went to linner (late lunch early dinner) and THEN I had a ticket (thanks, coworker!!!!! Saved me $10) to the half price pre sale at the huge consignment sale I go to for the kids clothes so we went to THAT and didn’t get home until like 8 and we just were all so tired and then I ate ice cream which wrecked my stomach and I woke up with one of those scratchy throats that you know is from stale air and the weather being weird and from being burnt out. But then I drank some hot coffee and felt better but I still have 8000 things to do today to get ready for the week. And Dan is coaching all morning and Gavin has parkour tonight. I cleaned the bathroom real quick and need to do tons of laundry and clean most of the rest of the house because I have zero time during the week 🤗 we also have no groceries (Dan is our grocery buyer so he handles that) and I just feel like I very much do not have anything together right now. 5 days of work and only 2 days off is so so hard.

[caffeinatedmunchkin]

The Shades Stay On

This movie-verse characterization bust onto the screen and knotted my insides like a Wawa soft pretzel and I have some thoughts. @aldisobey encouraged the worst of what I have to say about it, I’m a little sorry. I love spending effort on works no one asked for LOL (something something the hero niche Tumblr needs, but not the one it wants right now)

This is glorified thirst rambling that vaguely resembles the idea of prose if you hold it up to the light and squint. Bite-sized smut. Please don’t ask because I don’t know.

Fem reader. Nothing controversial, just run of the mill semi-public consensual sex and vulgarity. 18+ yadda yadda yadda

*This is a real actor who’s playing a real person, however none of what’s written is about either of those men. This is just about the actors portrayal in a work of fiction. Cool? Cool.

This man would be a whirlwind force of cocaine-fueled sarcasm-steeped ego-maniacal catnip that you would not be able to resist, and he would sniff it out like a hound with a bone and milk you for all your worth. The unbearable weight of massive talent that he is and as far as he can spit the only expertise in the building, he has no business pissing away precious time on some ragtag troupe of wannabes who couldn’t get it together with a map, both hands and written direction.

He knows it, you know it. So why not make the best of a bad situation?

He’s been thoroughly stroked by entry-level NBC suits and doted on by the most accommodating the temp department has to offer, he's sure. Perfect politeness and rigid efficiency that borders dull, it has him wishing they’d fuck up his coffee just to shake things up. Let him let off some steam, a reason to rant, not yet aware he’ll have plenty of that once the pages arrive to his makeshift room.

Then, of course, his shaded stare catches you in the crystalline sheen, and the real fun begins.

You're a grade A cutie, no bones about it. A trotting minx with bedroom eyes and baby lips. Young and focused, a laser point beamed from objective to objective. You whip back and forth to act as handler for whichever cast or crew member is in the most dire need the moment you happen to whirl by.

You’re all brisk heel-clicks and placid exterior despite the time crunch. The pressing needs of every bee rattling the hive. You’re assurance, stability, cool-under-pressure. Too busy to pay him any mind, much beyond the carnal she-devil that threatens to shred through your manicured, industry woman front whenever he gets close enough to stir her conscious.

You’ve only spoken once, but your eyes say plenty. Hips swaying to suggestion, lips licked deliberate. Sauntering his way mere moments into his arrival. A revised schedule extended with “Mr. Michaels added a few sketches since dress, you’re written into some of them. Here’s the breakdown.” Safe, unassuming, breathed winter-mint.

He just couldn’t help but notice, the Casanova he is, the way your lilt curled satin-smooth. “You’re written into a few of them.” sounding a suspicious amount like “my breaks in thirty, and my mascaras waterproof." His fingers caught the sheet the same time as your eyes. Lingering. Staring. Glazed at the bone and sinew and knuckles in a statement of I like my throat squeezed and my hair pulled.

And he liked to squeeze throats and pull hair. Some would call that kismet.

There would be no hey-doll’s or come-here-often’s before he’s sweeping past a blur of wiry limbs seized in a buzz, a tongue still acrid with insults whipped. Cocky fingers find your hip and dig in, sure-footed steps corral you headfirst into the nearest utility closet, so convenient in your sudden herded trajectory you aren’t entirely convinced he didn’t stage the whole thing from the moment he exited studio 8 and saw you hovering at a close enough distance. Fluttered lashes and body-language that all but scream; please, Mr. Carlin, I’m a you-shaped-hole. Look at me, touch me, crack me open. I'm a lock dying to be twisted by your key. Just the thought brings a smile to his face.

So he obliges, of course. You’re a sizzling piece of tail and he has a pulse. One hot and thumping buck-wild, electrified by a line he only wishes he snorted right off your sternum while plopped in his lap. A pretty whimper and hot skin salty-sweet, pinned still between his dressing-room vanity and the harsh brunt of his proclivities.

His nostrils flare around the residue of such abuse with a sting of must, chlorine bleached linoleum and your perfume layered between. The quaint, sleazy portrait of a cheap porno in the making. Knocked off balance the supply shelves catch you, while the door catches the thud of his heel, slamming shut behind him.

“Relax, sugar.” The lock tumbles, echoed by your squeak of protest so adorable it deepens his crow feet to proper wrinkles. “I’m doing you a favor.”

“Mr. Carlin-,” Your voice, the traitorous warble it is, gives way to your excitement. Shaking knees, pink cheeks and doe-eyes as dewy as your heat. A cackle rips from chapped lips, acerbic impatience momentarily tickled by the flimsy shield of professionalism. “I don’t- I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The barest notion of protest, a loose concept the density of vapor. A weak stab in palms flattened to his chest, and breathless stammering. He grins, slow and lazy. Crooked through scruff from broiled lasciviousness hanging off the end.

“Cute honey.” Husked nicotine scraggly. "Real cute. If only you haven't been batting those Disney-princess fuck-me eyes since I blew in, it could've been almost believable too.” Amber tints the haughty spark behind lenses that drags down your gaped pout to your heaving chest, and the pretty dusk it ignites in between. He’s since dropped his hands from your back, your hip. His paws are off you and the places briefly touched blister from his absence with dramatic betrayal.

"Just like I could, conceivably, believe that cunt's not drooling all over itself as we speak." A severity to his roguishness scrunched to cutesy acquiescence. The shadow beneath his left lens winks. He kicks his whisper to a depth that deepens the rasp. “But I've been around the block enough times to recognize a bitch in heat when I smell one.”

"You're a sonofabitch.” You forget the venom and the scalding is stripped to a moan. His heart damn near squeezes.

A tongue clicks, a zipper rips. Denim folded back like a banana peel in favor of dropped drawers. He’s not a goddamn adolescent. Pants around his ankles with a wad shot in seven seconds. He and his cock have achieved synergy. He’ll turn you inside out, he’ll make this broom closet creak and groan like a haunted house. He’ll paint the town red, and you white. And then he’ll shove himself back inside his jeans, swat your ass for luck, and give this live little amateur hour the once over. The shades stay on. “Well I’ll be, even the pretty mouths say dirty words.”

Toe-to-toe shortens even more and he’s sizing you up down the bridge of his beak, a lurid appraisal through tinted glass that has you fidget before him. He’s not pulled out yet but your lungs refuse air regardless. Musk and cigarette smoke all you smell even as you refuse yourself the breath, his invasion pools a slick heat between your thighs you’d give anything to rub away. Your panties no more than a second skin, wet and clinging to flushed folds puckered eager to his perverse cruelty. His intoxicating ego. A machismo effortless even though it’s prioritized to neglected afterthought for all the mind he pays it.

The hand that guided you by the small of your back into the closet is now diving beneath the hem of your skirt. Finger-tips brush against the sticky warmth. Claws retaliate to sink within his forearm. You hiss, he barks.

“I may be a sonofabitch, sweetheart.” A concession dropped to a heady rumble, dripped into your ear, fronts then flush. You don’t know which way is up. “But you like it."

"I don't." You lie. A childish declaration grumbled through a pout to match. Head spinning, the air in the closet is thin and reeks of him.

"No?" He feigns, a sickening coo. "You don't like it? That's weird, because-," two fingers wide press hard, languid sawing back and forth against a slit that all but squeals itself to his touch. Fuchsia pops like bubblegum over your face, staining in a burn that delights him. "-you’re awful wet for a girl that didn't enjoy getting shoved and locked into this closet with me."

He is, technically and by most definitions, a show-man. But when it comes to brass-tax there is no posturing, no grandeur. His bedside manner is purely theoretical. Fingers twirl and rub through the cloth, a fabric that soaks heavier to his ministrations, as does his smile grow. His length is freed after a beat, hot and imposing, it’s bared with all the pretense of a carton of prime-rib slapped on the counter for dinner.

It’s his cock, it’s not transcendent. He knows how to work it, he knows it’ll roll your eyes back, slack-jawed and subdued. It’ll stuff you well and shake every thought right out of your pretty little head. But it doesn’t need its own introduction, no red-carpet rolled or stalled momentum of due-deference. He’s a bastard, but he’s not a fucking bastard.

Neither of you direct your position with deliberation, you just sort of fall into place. A show of submission his presence begets. Spun around in a twirl of skirt, thighs kicked apart body search style, he laughs, a rumbling wheeze of vile appreciation. Shaking fingers grip at shelves in a rustle of bottles clinking and paper-products jostled. Roller-coaster cart bars clamped around you tease the tenuous edge of conscious thought. There’s no time to waste.

“Alright, babe,” the pet-name is flung with an insouciance that voids romance. He calls the cashier at the grocery store babe, his bank-teller babe, his agent babe. It’s still not said without fondness. Your skirt hikes up over your hips, a hooked index finger pulls your panties askew. You’re not certain but you think you hear breath catch. A hunch confirmed by a long, low whistle sliding through too-white of teeth for a chain-smoking caffeine addict. “Jesus you’re a fucking mess.”

A stiffness is at your entrance, assuming entry instead of requesting, though in fairness there’s not much resistance standing in his way. You’re nubile, petal-silk, honey-glossed. You’re primed, open and aching. His tip is wide and leaking, familiarizing with your folds in a tomcat schmooze that pulls a shudder from him over your shoulder. Still, he holds his erection to your bare cunt with the same transactional nonchalance as if he’s buying stamps from the post office. He sinks in, tearing through your plushness in one stroke.

A grunt and a jerk and he bottom's out and hangs there. Nails biting crescents into your hips through your clothes, a rapid pulse veins flush against where you melt together. He shakes like a wet, sick dog stuck inside a wrestled mate. Triumphant, his victory not yet registered.

You’re tight. Too tight for him to think, to breath, to make a smart remark. He will, mind. That’s his whole thing. He’s a tease, he’s an asshole, and you want him mean. Fighting weight, teeth-cut, no held punches. All the cute ones like it rough. He’s got you figured from first stolen, hopeful glance. Deepest desires dredged from your depths by that hooded cobalt smolder, knowing and matching. His eye didn't just undress you, it flayed you apart like a body on a slab. He's ruthless, he's unyielding. Those shades don't make him insufferable. They soften the edge. They deaden the impact.

“Christ, don’t tell me you’re a virgin.” He doesn’t wait for an answer or the stretch to unfurl in full. Sharp thrusts carve a path of delicious agony, static-shock undulation that tightens your scalp and pulls your toes curled in your heels as he falls into rhythm. More force than speed, a slick cockhead that batters to interrogation. A score to settle. He knows you’re in a twist for his scruff and scoundrel and wants to rip it out of you, kicking and screaming. Wailing if he plays his cards right.

He’s a taker not a giver and generous has never been an identifier, least of all when it comes to the kind of lover he is. Hell. He doesn’t even consider himself a lover. He’s a consumer, as much as he belittles them. A connoisseur of the good stuff. A vulture. Unabashed indulgence that likes meats rare and bourbon exorbitant. Razor commentary so acute it’s lauded innovative and branded as wit. He’s just realistic if not a little coarse, he calls it like he sees it. Don’t shoot the messenger, as they say.

But they don't shoot him - they fucking love him. They eat out of the palm of his hand, the masochists, they beg for more. They call it clever, they call it insight, and even as it cuts, they ask him to make it sting. Dig deeper, twist harder, make it bleed, make it uncomfortable. It sells records and maxes out venues. They want the hurt, his hurt.

So why should you be any different?

He’s a man. Cut and dry, forward, no bullshit. He says what he thinks, and likes what he likes. He likes you. And what he likes, he wants, and what he wants, he takes.

What he wants is you weeping. He wants the whelps playing comedians outside to hear. Pledging your allegiance to him just from his wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, so debauched your howls peel the walls of their paint.

"You're not gonna make me work for this, are you?" A miserable taunt huffed through stilted syllables. The grin in his voice pebbling your skin. Arrogance and laziness that somehow comes together into raw magnetism. An unbearable heat that blazes from within, a fever pitch of abandoned sense. You feel it everywhere. Tight skin, a tight scalp from pulled hair, a tight core as he punctuates a thrust with a clap to your cheek. It all pools head-rush intense and heavy between your legs. Sent to the bud swollen and stiff past its sheath that his intention has deigned not once.

Obscenity straight from the textbook is mounting you from behind. T-shirt and jeans hammering without mercy, or impatience. You're not his first cramped and stuffy rendezvous but you are the most fun, the most receptive. Thoughts of helping you get off twinkle his haze lightning-bug steady, blips of uncharacteristic generosity that blink in and out. Snapping to a bright glow with every clench that threatens his circulation, every clipped kitten mewl. Every squelch audible through it all, his driving jack-rabbit penetration for which your body sobs praise.

A grip splintering the shelf above your head sends a box of Kleenex toppling to the ground. He snickers. Fogged shades and sweat beads, sticking his shirt to his chest, and his hair to his neck.

"No... no I think you're gonna come for me because you're a good girl." A chest-deep smoke strangled hoarse. "A good girl who listens."

Your body has leapt from traitorous to full-blown treason. Swollen and needful you cinch him like a vice, choking his trigger. Another cackle shot like a bullet. An extra wet snap forward that crumples you further. A wind-up toy getting cranked tighter and tighter, he wonders what it'll be like when you set off. His grunts dip shallow, a hot and heavy ache threads between his hips through to his root. The knots in his scrotum begin to shake loose, the stitch up the middle zips stretched and tender.

You cry out 'daddy!' before mortification has the chance to staunch it. A glass of milk spilled over the morning paper, running ink to marble the mess. A pretty mess from nothing extraordinary, certainly nothing to cry over.

"Ohhh, I know honey. I know." Not the least bit phased. You've confirmed it all, his read right on the money, to the letter. His purr is a chuckle, soothing, affectionate even. "Why don't you say that again, sweetheart. A little louder this time, for the boys outside."

Hands slip from their comfortable purchase at the meat of your hips a hair higher, fingers curling your pelvis into handles he uses to tilt you up. Leveraging the new position, he cants, the girth at his base pinching your sensitive button. Whereas before he regarded your clit with languid indifference, he shifts his direct weight grinding into the slick tissue. He nudges, he demands, he berates. Every bruise clenches him in a velvet crevice of ringed muscle, pulsing and squeezing every inch to pull from him. His hurt, his sting.

He locks you steady for his spearing, as much as he's keeping you on the ground with him. The cage door sprung loose and the she-Devil scampers out into the open. Clawing and flailing at the shelves, he thinks you mean to scale them. Just as he wanted, you're howling. Screams gasped high and reedier, whines ricocheting off his ear around the echo-chamber of the closet.

Your yelps slide under the crack at the bottom of the door to alert everyone within ear-shot outside; A pretty pink cunt ravaged by a coked-out, cranky Carlin. Good thing too. Somewhere in the back of his mind dread springs up like a weed, in the shape of that bambi-eyed, tall-haired lapdog bounding after Lorne, knocking on the door to chirp; "Twenty-five minutes!"

He might actually set fire to the studio then. Using that kid as the kindling.

You're apart before he has the chance to observe the obvious. Stalled breath, seized joints. Frantic flutters rhythmic around his intrusion. "Fucking hell that was fast." It stains you rosy but it swells with pride, as blunt as the strain at his groin that's splitting you down the middle. He rides you through it, a snarl puffed through your hair. "You got another one for me? I wasn't ready that time."

He mocks, he jeers, he ridicules - but you're addicted. You've made a mess of his jeans, unaware he'll burst back out through the closet without a care in the world, more than a little eager for the spoils of his conquest visible to the rest of the brats nipping his ear and heel. Let them see. It'll save the the trouble of tracking down a ruler.

A thumb, direct and heavy, falls to the twitching tangle of your poor over-stimulation. You twist and writhe under his pressure, contorting as if you could escape the bind he's shoved you into, holding you under. Trussed for the feast, soon to be basted.

"I c-can't, I can't!" You bleat like a lamb, shaking through the burn that spirals from his touch. He's still thrusting. Throbbing with impending release, but nowhere near done with you. Not yet. It stings, but he needs to make it worse. You're close again, and he'll force it out of you if he has to. If you're good for him he'll dry your tears and kiss it better. Tongue the ache away and host the show with you hot on his breath, aromatic in his dark whiskers. At least that way his smiles will be genuine. A spring in his step for the audience, knowing he crippled yours sore and hobbled.

"Oh yes you can." Muscle twitches at the back of his thighs, up along his hunched back, and behind his shades. "And you will. Come on, show me, be good for me."

"It h-hurts!" You wail, eyes rolled white. Panting. Every inch overtaken by the threat of the wave suspended in crest. Boring down on you, anticipation to spill quivering in tandem with his rolled thumb. You've never come like this before, not this soon after, nothing this intense. It does hurt, but it's a good hurt.

"I know, I know it does honey." His sneer is loving with encouragement. Preening. Ego fanned and fluffed like the peacocks train as your body tells him what you're beyond vocalizing. "But you like it."

[acermp100]

IT'S WAWA WEEK

And I've been working on shorts for over 10 days now! Excited to share~

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25/3 – Friends: ZOO

Based on my many fun but fraught visits.

Seri learns the power of FRANDSHIP Shou tries to pet a crocodile Ritsu experiences churros They are at a zoo with American food don't question it ANTS

General Audience. No trigger warnings. Depictions of disassociation and anxiety/sensory issues. Some minor Seri/Rei. Capybara.

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Serizawa stood in the middle of the walkway. Throngs of people flowed past- left, right, strollers, backpacks, balloons- all moving with their own purpose. That was the problem of a crowd. Being surrounded by so many yet still left completely alone, even if one’s anxieties preyed on that ever present fear that everyone is watching, everyone is judging. His fingers tensed at his sides before balling into fists. Just focus on one thing. That tree looks nice. It didn’t work. Bits of conversations bled into one another until all he could hear was chaotic noise as he took a slow, strained inhale.

“Oi, Katsuya.”

Everything snapped back into place. What was once churning and bleating returned to laughter and normal voices. A little kid ran past him asking an older sibling for ice cream. Serizawa blinked a few times until his eyes focused on a hand waving in front of his face.

Reigen gestured to the gate past the courtyard. “You’re holding on to all their tickets, buddy.”

Purpose swelled in to replace nervousness. Serizawa looked up to see the four middle schoolers gathered at the large, glassed off map near the entrance. Teru was pointing to one of the exhibits as Mob laughed, with Ritsu and Shou hanging back to avoid looking too excited. It had all started with wanting to take the Kageyama brothers out to the zoo for a small trip while their parents were out of town. Shou found out and invited himself and of course Mob was going to ask Teru to come as well.  

“You alright?” Reigen tilted his head. “Kinda went a bit-“ He widened his eyes. “Starey back there.”

“S-sorry. I’m fine.”

Serizawa steadied his fingers and unzipped the small pack at his waist before starting to rummage for the pre bought tickets. Got to save money so Reigen set them up as a school trip, among other things. He didn’t even know there were discounts for the son of a wife of a veteran.

The fanny pack had been picked out by Teru when the group went shopping together last week. Serizawa made sure to pack only the essentials. Inside the bright, green, reflective, and waterproof fabric were a mini first aid kit, some hard candies, nylon rope, a small utility knife, compact flair gun, translation book, and a magnesium fire starter with two pens and a pad of paper. And of course the tickets.

“Here they are!”

His voice came out a bit too loud but Reigen didn’t seem to notice, or maybe didn’t care. He could never tell. The tickets were held at arm’s length as Reigen took and inspected them.

“You know, I’m glad you decided to come, Serizawa” A flick of his wrist, Reigen gesturing even with tickets in hand. “You’ve really improved these last few months. Taking night classes and handling society and all it throws at you. I mean the train we took here was wall to wall people.” He paused, meeting Serizawa’s eyes. “But I know one can’t just magically be fine with all of that. So let me know if you need a break, alright?”

“Of course, Reigen-san!”

Reigen blinked back, leaning into his raised hand.

“Oh, right. Casual outing, not work.”

“Right. Just like going to class!” Reigen turned. “Let’s catch up with the kids.”

No, it wasn’t just like going to class. There he took the same train, walked down the same road, saw the same people, smelled the same smells. He had built that up all on his own: forcing himself to go until every detail was memorized. Predictable. Safe. Even the shopping trip had been short enough for him to handle at a small store that lay on his normal rout to work. Serizawa could feel his heart beat ever faster.

A small pack of kids ran by screaming. Music played from various speakers. The smell of fried food mixed with a musky, earthly scent. New sounds from every side conflicted with the various signs, decorations, and posters his eyes tried to read all of them at the same time. Even his clothing, though comfortable and casual for the day, left him feeling itchy.

“Serizawa-san.”   

He suddenly found himself at an exhibit in front of a glass wall looking over a recreated wetland. On land a few reptiles were lounging on broad leafed plants with fish under the water line. Mob was at his side glancing up at him without a hint of judgment in his eyes.

“Shishou says he wants to gather everyone up for a snack before we head into the rainforest building.”

“Oh.” Gears turned then started to grind. “Oh! Where- where is everyone?” Serizawa started to pull at his own hair, looking back and forth. “I was supposed to be watching and- Reigne-san- I should have-”

“It’s fine.” Mob turned his head to peer down the little trail to another section. “My brother and the others are feeding the crocodiles.”

Serizawa’s heart skipped a beat as he frantically stared ahead. “WHAT.”

Mob’s voice remained steady, but he punctuated his words with a short laugh. “Don’t worry. I don’t think a crocodile could take them on. Plus there’s zoo keepers monitoring the entire thing.”

Lowering his arms, Serizawa tried to catch his breath. A few of the fish swam by, their forms distorted from both the surface of the water and thick glass window. Four conversations, no five. Parents talking over kids. Loud footsteps on the wooden planks that lined the ground. All that with the constant, wet smell of algae.

“The first time I went to the zoo, Ritsu had just mastered walking.” Mob looked out over the water continuing in his monotone. “My parents had the stroller for him, but he still wanted to do it all himself. I barely got to see any animals because I was so worried about him.”

Serizawa looked into the enclosure as well. It’s fine. Everyone is fine. You’re fine. His fingers were still clenched, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth.

“After when we were heading back, my mom took me aside and said she was proud of me for watching over my little brother so well. But-” A glance up at Serizawa. “She said there’s no need to do everything all by myself. We are a family, we have friends.”

A long exhale. Everything melted away accept for Mob’s voice. Serizawa could now feel the auras of all the others: Shou, Teru, even Reigen, and senses their emotions. Calm, happy. It’s fine.

“Do you mind getting your brother and your friend?”  Serizawa cracked a smile. “I’ll wrangle up Shou.”

A bit later they now all sat around the classic outdoor table made of rubber covered metal that formed a crude mesh so the employees didn’t have to worry too much about weather or cleaning. Serizawa recalled sitting at one when he was little with his mom as they waited for some fast food. That one had an umbrella though. Don’t need one now: not with the clear weather and good company.

“Hey, I was only gonna touch one.” Shou pointed a ketchup dipped fry at the others. “When else will I have a chance to pet a crocodile?”

Teru looked up from his burger. “Maybe try when the zoo keepers are not right there?”

“Not my fault you were too chicken.” Shou grinned back.

A scoff. Teru leaned back and crossed his arms. “What about Ritsu? He was standing back with the all the rest.”

“I was trying to get a good angle for a photo.” Ritsu didn’t look up from his food as he answered.

Reigen and Mob had gone back in line for more food. They returned triumphant with more fried, unhealthy goodness.

“Alight, got some desert. Mob said he’s never had a churro so here we are.”

Reigen set a cardboard tray in the middle and sat down; eagerly eyeing the double decker burger he had been forced to leave behind.

A smile from Serizawa, lost in thought as he listened to the kids talk about their day so far.

“So Serizawa.” Reigen was speaking from a half full mouth, pointing with his burger in hand. “You enjoying your order?”

“Oh! Yes!” Serizawa stiffened before grinning back. “Though I thought a corndog was going to be something different.”

“Right? I remember getting one as a kid when some American fair came to town.” Another bite, some of the sauce dribbling down Reigen’s chin. “Still tasty. I swear they make this stuff to be addicting.”

The burger was nearly gone now. Still so many sounds and smells. Serizawa took some breaths and focused on the conversation happening in the moment.

“Do they have wolves here?” Teru was gazing out down the path toward other habitats. They were mainly small mammals and birds. “I hope they don’t keep them in little enclosures.”

“No, it’s a big area in the back with trees and little dens they put into the walls.” Mob took a bite of his churro and suddenly forgot what he was saying.

“Yeah, this place is kinda famous for it.” Shou chimed in. “That and the lions.”

“Lions?” Teru’s face lit up.

“Wait.” Setting down his soft drink, Shou raised an eyebrow at Teru. “Have you never been here before?”

“Um.” Teru started to tug at his shirt, looking away. “No? I mean it’s not like my parents took me. And um- I guess-“

“The schools never have field trips here anymore.” Mob met Teru’s eyes and gave a nod of his head. “They claim it’s too expensive. But you’re here now.”

“Yeah.” Teru’s face softened. “It was worth the wait.”

Serizawa had kept back, not wanting to interrupt, but now invasive thoughts were flooding in. School, his failure, the bullies, just wanting to hide in his room forever. He closed his eyes for a moment before letting the toxic memories into the light.

“I’ve never been here either.” The kids all looked over at him. He had to glance over at Reigen to get enough strength to continue “Th-the schools back then took trips here all the time. I was pretty excited to go. Wouldn’t be stuck in some stuffy classroom or hallway for once. But well-“ He was gripping the stick of his corn dog so hard it broke in his hand. “There was an incident with some bullies the week before and- um- and-“

“Ugh they always do that.” Reigen gave Serizawa a pat on the back. “Even my teachers did: punish both the bullies and the victim. As if taking away fun activities and privileges would help.”

“Hey, kids are cruel man. Spesh with anything different.” Shou nodded at Serizawa. “Sorry you weren’t able to find a good bunch until now. The night class people seem pretty chill.”

Serizawa’s muscles relaxed. “Yeah, it’s nice to not always have to worry.”

“Being your true self is hard around the wrong people.” Added Teru. “But bullying has gotten a bit better, what with the student councils and all that. They get more power and police each other.”

“Oh yeah my brother was doing something with that.” Mob stole one of Teru’s onion rings with no resistance. “What do you think, niisan?”

Ritsu had said very little, and even less now. It was not due to the current subject, however.

“Pfff.” Shou nudged Ritsu with an elbow. “You here in the same reality with us, dude?”

He was looking down at his food, hands holding up his head with a distant stare. Serizawa grew worried.

“Um, are you alright?”

A sigh. “This is the most unhealthy, horrible thing I have ever eaten.” Ritsu spoke in a low, serious tone. “I’m probably going to get sick after we get home.” His head sunk lower. “But I can’t stop eating it. Why is it so good?”

“Ah.” Shou held up one of the churros. “The existential crisis of fried dough covered in sugar.” He playfully dangled in front of Ristu. “Truly a conundrum.”

Everyone gave a friendly laugh, even Serizawa. His experience with food had been quite limited until recently, relating easily to the bliss of trying something delicious even if it was bad for you.

The noise was still getting to him even after they ate. So many random and chaotic ones mixing together. Serizawa would calm down for a moment before a small kid would scream right next to him. In between there was the music and smells. He followed the kids along into the building hoping that would be better. Nope. Now all the noise was contained in an enclosed space leaving him feeling claustrophobic. He focused on his friends enjoying the animals.

Mob had lagged behind, what with the last area being dedicated to frogs. Not wanting to get separated, Serizawa hung back as well. A group of adults pushing strollers went by. Each were loudly complaining about the cleanliness of the place, and in their own little bubble, they nearly ran over Mob’s foot. One of them turned and gave a cruel sneer. Mob shrank back, holding his arm and looking at the floor. The same group almost bumped into Serizawa as well.

He wanted to help but one of the babies starting crying, causing the others to join in. His limbs froze, muscles knotting. The room spun for a moment and he looked up to check on Mob. He was having the same reaction, backing away and breathing harder, his shoulders tense.

“Hey, there’s a cool ant display ahead!” Teru had walked up and taken Mob’s hand. “Wanna watch them carry little leaves and stuff? They have all these clear pipes you can see them travel through.”

Serizawa smiled as they walked by, Mob now calm. Maybe he could get the same relief. The babies continued to cry while he stared at his footsteps, ignoring the mini crowds in front of every glassed enclosed snake, lizard, and spider they passed.

“What’s on your mind, Serizawa?”

Another sudden jolt as he was forced out of his head. They had made it out of the building but that just meant even more differences to deal with. Serizawa blinked before turning to see Reigen at his side. He found himself standing in front of a ground enclosure where the animals wandered around in an open air pit behind a fence.

“You seem really focused. Never seen one before?”

He wanted to say something but failed to conjure up anything concrete, instead turning his head toward the enclosure. Inside sat a few large, furry mammals. Their fur was brown with big eyes and snouts

“It’s a capybara.” Reigen brought up a hand. “They are the largest of the rat family and in some areas are actually classified as fish to avoid religious traditions of food consumption.”

Serizawa leaned a bit to the side as Reigen gestured, looking past to see an information sign with the same words his boss was stating at this very moment. He couldn’t help but grin.

“They seem very calm.” Serizawa shifted his gaze to meet Reigen’s eyes. “And rather cute.”

“Ha ha. Yeah.” A blush formed on Reigen’s cheeks. “I guess they are.”

A large crowd wandered past them, some breaking off to yell and point at the capybaras. Why can’t he just be in the moment? Why does he tense up every single time? It’s not like he was doing it on purpose. Serizawa let out a grumbling exhale while wrapping his arms around himself. But one of his hands was stopped.

“Hey, you need anything?” Reigen gave a light squeeze to Serizawa’s hand. “I did say you could ask if you needed.”

Serizawa inhaled, no longer hearing the random noises, immune now to attempting to read every sign, only smelling the cheap body spray Reigen used every day. Tears welled in his eyes but he forced them back.

“I- I can’t do this. It’s too much.” The first words came out shaky but he managed to keep them calmer and low now. “The kids are enjoying this so much, so I can’t just go home when they need me. But- but I can’t- there’s so much here and I can’t seem to focus and-“

During the desperate rambling, little pebbles started to rise and float around Serizawa, as well as Reigen’s ball cap.

“Hey.” Reigen had a hand on Serizawa’s shoulder now, looking straight at him, face serious but kind. “I used to work here you know.”

Breathing fast, Serizawa concentrated on his boss’s words.

“I thought I was going to get to play with animals and stuff. Nope!” Fingers up, gesturing out toward the other half of the zoo. “It was all shit. Picking up shit. All day.”

Serizawa had stopped crying and was lost in a state of confusion and admiration.

“Still, I had to finish my summer out so I just tried to push through.” Reigen continued. “That definitely did not work. But I did learn one thing: there’s this café that barely anyone goes to. Families all want fried food and animal toys and stuff, but this place just has tea.” He stopped flinging his hands around and held one out for Serizawa to take. “Wanna take a break and go there? The kids will be fine on their own for a bit.”

Instead of taking the offered hand, Serizawa wrapped his arms around Reigen and pulled him into a hug.

“Yes! I’d like that.” Serizawa mumbled into his boss’s shoulder until he realized what he was doing and released his hold, stepping back and fumbling his arms in front of him. “I mean, if that’s ok with you, Reigen-san.”

His boss nodded back, still recovering with his hair messily sticking out from his ball cap. “Sure thing, big guy.”

[wawamouse]

🥺 ... Wawa? Wawa, did the time loop fic die, or is it still murdering Chico with busses over and over kicking?

LOL, she (the fic) is still kicking! ...Feebly? I wrote quite a bit for the Make Me Write meme but now the wip's gone back to the backburner somewhat as I realised there's still more re-structuring I need to do for pacing reasons.

Right now I'm prioritising "In the Course of Destiny" ch.5, but I haven't forgotten the timeloop AU! ...And for all that I've talked up the timeloop fic, it's actually only 7k rn.

[itwdoris]

WAWA!!!!!! I was spacing out during class and I can’t help but share this idea 😭😭😭🙏

I was fantasizing abt choso but it could be anyone else of ur choice!!! Thinkin bout reader and choso hanging out in the beach shade doing devious things 😛 choso making reader piss themselves in the process but the thrill is there bc nobody has no idea the stain in their bathing suit is piss bc they’re in the beach!!!! How fun!!! 🏖️

That was quite long but thank you always for the quick response and delivery for our gang orders 🔥 Unbeatable service frfr 🔥🔥

kamo choso x afab reader.

tw; peeing in public, mentions of sex, beach ( is a warning in itself.

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it was a sunny day so you ended up going to the beach, nothing too much, and just taking the things you needed, ridiculously matching because choso wanted to. you both wanted to have fun!

but it was difficult for him, because he couldn't bear to see you coming out of the water wet, shining against the strong sun, coming towards him like a true deity. he could barely wipe the drool from his mouth.

it got harder every time.

and now to have you standing right in front of him with that desperate face because you needed to pee...

"please cho!" you asked him to go with you to the water, holding his hand and pulling him slightly. he was a little pink because of the sun, well, catching the first light after so long.

"why in the water?" he asked, looking at your cute pout. of course, he knew no one would notice in the water, but what was wrong with doing it right there on the sand? where he could see it.

"t-to disguise..." you looked away a little embarrassed to admit it, feeling something leak out and begging again before you had an accident. "please choso, its almost leaking..."

choso felt something burn, a lot of things, looking down at your bikini bottom and sighing.

he got on his knees, making you sit on the sand and spreading your legs. he looked around just to make sure he was safe, listening you whimper without being able to hold on much longer.

you moaned softly, looking at him while pressing your lips together, you squeezed as much as you could, and still kept leaking.

"do it here." he said, approaching to kiss your face, taking his hand to your pussy to stroke it lightly over the wet fabric. "let me see..."

you let out a relieved and needy sigh, then releasing your full bladder, lifting your hips slightly as the stream of piss gushed out, wetting the sand in front of you. your head hung back as you let go, receiving a single kiss from the man next to you, looking forward again.

and choso loved watching you pee so much, smiling with satisfaction as he watched the continuous stream, so concentrated. even though he couldn't see it on the fabric, he knew it was so wet, soaked, now with your piss.

he wanted to touch it, his cock throbbed in his pants because of it, amazed at the sight, he just couldn't help himself.

knowing that you would continue to be drenched in piss at least until you entered the water again, that no one would know that you had pissed yourself in front of him.

and they wouldn't even know that he'd stuck his long fingers inside your bikini to finger you while you finished peeing, no one would hear you moaning against his mouth, needing more and more, cumming for him.

no one would know that he took you to the water just to get to fuck your wet needy hole, to get to bury his cock inside it, no one would see how tightly he holds you by the hips, how he pulls you against him until he's as deep as he can go, how his seed filled you up.

no one would notice. that's why he was enjoying the beach so much.

im sleepy but im posting! oh it is very short, honestly didn't have many ideas, i apologize lord. ( but i found the plot so fun! ( ...think i did it mediocrely and now i feel bad... =[

BUT, anyway, hope you like it <3 love love u!

also, loved the wawa!! oh thank thank thanku!! <3 <3 <3

[battleofthewawas]

After all this time…

The Battle of the Wawas has finally ended, leaving the aptly named Wawa (owned by @thatcreationsureisunending) as the victor! A huge congratulations to you! As a little reward (besides the title of The Ultimate Wawa, of course), this blog’s profile picture will be Wawa from now on, to celebrate the lucky winner!

Of course, we can’t forget the runner up, The Retriever (owned by @north-winds1)! You did amazing this tournament, and you should be proud that you made it this far!

Now, for the question you all seem to be asking me…

Will there be another Battle of the Wawas?

…

I’m not sure if all of you will be happy with this answer, but probably not. At least, not right away. Don’t get me wrong, the Battle of the Wawas WILL be returning, but I may have to put it off until summer break, since I have a rather busy school year ahead of me.

Oh, and before I forget, some of the slugs from the first tournament will get a chance to rejoin for a second shot at the grand prize, as long as they did not make it to the semifinals or the finale. I’ll make a google form once the second tournament starts getting contestants that asks you which scug you want to rejoin the most. The scugs with the 4 highest votes towards their names will get to re-enter the competition!

And if you find the wait for the second tournament a bit too long, there IS another iterator tournament that is currently gathering more contestants, called @stupidsentientsupercomputers (hosted by @rainworld-obsessed-cat), which is a tournament meant to see which iterator is the dumbest, with the creators writing out the reasons why! Go check it out!

With every question answered, I think it’s time to leave it off there.

…

…but wait.

What about love?

You see, back when the finale was still going, you may have noticed a third option on the poll stating “it doesn’t have to end like this”. Well, I wasn’t lying.

Every tournament has one thing in common: there has to be someone who wins. Whether it’s one winner or a group of them, there’s always something that triumphs over the rest.

However, what we usually don’t take into consideration is how the losing side may feel. How would they handle their loss? Would they ever be able to forget the fact that victory was within their grasp, but they let it slip from their fingers at the last moment?

What if there was a way to make both sides happy?

Yes, if that third option had won out over both Wawa AND The Retriever, it would’ve resulted in them BOTH winning the entire tournament, meaning that love would finally win out in the end, and the Battle of the Wawas could finally close down in peace.

Except…that didn’t happen.

Instead, you all ignored that third option in favor of the more familiar setting of scug vs scug with no sneaky shenanigans happening in the background, and here we are now.

Despite the implications, that outcome is not entirely a bad thing. If that happy ending did happen to be reached, the Battle of the Wawas would’ve ended forever. Due to the fact that love had lost one final time, however, I felt the need to give it a second chance in a new tournament. Despite all the times it has lost, love still has yet to die.

[julyourwitch]

Hi hello💕💕Im excited to participate in your ask game that’s currently open

I’m Kris, a Virgo

The guy I’m asking about is Wawa, a Gemini

My question is what does he feel about me right now? For some context, he’s a guy i fancied for a while and I always suspected he liked me because he made it very obvious but we were both too scared to make a move. Fast forward a few months, I still see him around and my mind still lingers on him bc of the uncertainty of the connection. He’s been acting more cold so I just want some clarity whether or not I should move on from him

Whether the results are really bad or really good don’t be afraid to tell me the 100% unfiltered facts I can handle it💕💕😂🙏

Thank youuuu for your time have a good day/night whenever you’re reading this

Hello there love! Of course you can! It's now closed already so I'll reply to my questions/asks that were already before I close my game! Don't forget to give a feedback when you want and can~~

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐬: 𝟕 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 " 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭?" 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤?) 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 ���𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 ��𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧.

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐫𝐱 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Take what resonates love!

Take care 🖤✨

[ganurath]

Chum Chapter 9 Binge

Starting off with a discussion of creative power use. I think Sam did better than she thinks she did, between marking her target with her own blood and literally chewing the scenery for intimidation.

Puppeteer's plan of unsupervised sparring is... the goal is reasonable, but I've been kicked in the dick too many times to respond well to unsupervised sparring.

Smash cut to Duck Duck Goose Pop-Pop Moe!

Ooh, some time passed. Nice to see she's leveraging that blood sense to help people with injuries and stuff.

Swank necklace, too. (I don't really know what swank means, but it's got a good vibe.)

Even better, Sam is involving her school friends in her heroic life. Too often you see people with powers isolate themselves from those without, and it's promising to see Sam isn't cutting people out of her life to make room for heroics.

Wait, Philadelphia has a soccer team?

Well, that explains why Safeguard's name is such a poor fit for the power. It's derivative.

reading momentarily disrupted by visit to BLAME's TV Tropes page

Back to school shopping at Target? I'm getting the sense that this is a time skip montage in the former of a chapter with all these jumps.

Sam has identified the feelings that Gale makes her feel. She isn't going to name them, though, because she's not a lesbian. Really?

hits the self-aware sentence that immediately follows HA!

ESP: It's not just for psychics! It can also be for obscure stuff, like feeling the air pressure/humidity change caused by someone releasing pheromones.

The fart joke was good. Glad it landed well. Gale could use more things that land well in her life.

Why does Sam only use one arm during the break fall at the start of the second Puppeteer scene?

Liberty Belle isn't sharing her health with the junior squad... and Puppeteer now knows that Bloodhound knows something that Puppeteer doesn't know. I can already smell the drama.

Not often you see heroes in the courtroom. Seems like Bloodhound is on the stand for Mudslide's case. Lawyer seems nice to her, so I'm guessing prosecution.

Aw, Kate's going to a different school? Or... What school is Sam going to go to? It's not saying. Sucks that (at least) one of Sam's unpowered friends is getting a reduced presence in her life.

Of course cats need rescuing from trees.

What's a Wawa?

Fun Fact: Cats don't actually chew their food. I know at least one that eats normal cat food despite having literally zero teeth.

The grave scene was heavy, but not overwhelmingly so, which is the right tone for when it's the grave of someone the viewpoint character barely remembers, but the person they're with knew intimately.

The chapter ends where high school begins. I'll start Chapter 10 after dinner.

[nokingsonlyfooles]

WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 6

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part 6: Disaster Roulette: Crack Open a Cold One

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[SLIDE: Utter darkness, with an All Hail Gozer logo in the corner.]

[screaming, pandemonium]

A: I’m sorry! Oh, God, I’m sorry! I have anxiety!

D: No! I know you do! It’s my fault!

L: Are we dead?

D: I shouldn’t have said “engineering disaster,” it’s my fault…

R: Alice, where are we?

A: Oh, God, I’m sorry, it’s the Kursk! [weeping] We’re going to be trapped here for over six hours and then we’ll be comrade-kebabs!

L: I’m an anarchist.

A: For fuck’s sake, Liam, would it kill you to let me die with a little fucking solidarity? [plays “The East is Red”]

R: Alice, you have your laptop?

L: Do we still have our laptops?

D: Feels like a laptop…

A: IT’S A POTASSIUM-BASED AIR FILTER DON’T BLOODY TOUCH IT!

[clattering, thud]

[more screams]

L: Jesus…

R: Pretty sure that’s a laptop.

D: Turn up the brightness!

R: That’s bad for the battery life…

D: Just turn up the fucking brightness!

[SLIDE: The Kursk.]

L: How the fuck do we still have laptops and sound equipment?

A [giggling]: Oh, my God, we chose the form of an engineering disasters podcast. Of course we have our laptops and sound equipment! I’m going to tweet that we’re trapped in a well-known Russian submarine disaster and we need help!

D [gravely]: Alice, Alice… No, Alice. It’s… It’s…

R: It’s “X” now.

D: Twitter can’t help us now. Twitter is gone.

A [desperate]: What about Tumblr?

D [pained]: I suppose you might as well try.

D [text over slide]: I EDITED A BIT HERE.

A [sobbing]: It’s no good. I got cancelled for assuming the submarine’s pronouns and now they’re just doing discourse.

D [gently]: It’s all right, darling. Just mute the alerts now. Oh, and Tumblr Live, too, obviously. Thank you for trying.

R: I’ve got that Mastodon thing…

D: Oh, fuck off!

A: Nobody’s on fucking Mastodon.

L: If man were meant to toot, God would’ve given us trunks! It’s a stupid platform and a stupid animal! It’s just an elephant with shag carpeting and no charisma. I’m glad they’re extinct. The extinction of mastodons is the one good thing global warming ever did for us! I hope science brings ‘em back from the grave so I can personally participate in wiping those useless motherfuckers off the map again. I ordered a mastodon hoagie at Wawa the other day and it was rubbery and tasteless — because it had been at the back of the freezer for ten-thousand years. That’s how unpopular mastodon is! It’s not even any good with extra mayo! Nobody loves you, mastodons! Nobody thinks you’re cool! I respect you almost as little as I respect fish!

[groaning, shuddering, splashing]

A: Oh, fuck, does Gozer like mastodons? Liam…

R: “Mastodon” is from the Latin for “breast-like tooth.”

L: If Gozer likes mastodons, I’m gonna drive to xyr house — or temple, or whatever — and beat xem to death with my shoes. I am done with mastodons, I am done with this whole fucking experience! I am reviewing your studio on Yelp right now and you are getting no stars! None!

[creaking, snapping sounds, more splashing]

A: Fuck, Liam, you’re pissing xem off!

G: STO-O-OP!

[rumbling and crunching noises continue throughout]

D: No, wait… It’s a rant. [laughing] We chose the form of an engineering disasters podcast! Liam, keep going!

L: ICE AGE IS A TERRIBLE SERIES OF FILMS! MASTODONS RUINED IT!

A: Isn’t it supposed to be a woolly mammoth?

L: IT’S THE SAME THING!

R: Taxonomically, no, it’s not. Although they are related…

L: PROXIMITY TO MASTODONS RUINED ICE AGE, AS A FILM SERIES AND AS A GEOLOGICAL EPOCH! AND EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND!

A [laughing]: What? Are we running out of oxygen?

R: Yes. Also, Everybody Loves Raymond is a CBS sitcom, which aired from the mid-nineties to the mid-2000s. It was very popular in the US, but it proved difficult to export, so it’s not surprising you haven’t heard of it. It starred actor and comedian Ray Romano, who also voiced Manny the Mammoth…

L: THAT’S A STUPID FUCKING NAME!

A: Shouldn’t it be, er… Manny the Manmoth? That makes more sense. Although it does sound like he fights Mothman…

R: …in the Ice Age film series. Exporting Raymond was, in fact, a documentary on how difficult it was to translate the American Boomer experience to a foreign market…

D [amazed]: By God, we’re doing it! We’re podcasting!

R: Thank God for Wikipedia…

A: We’re still going to die, though, aren’t we, Dev?

D: Eventually, Alice, but maybe not in the Kursk!

A [anxious, but used to it]: Probably of prion diseases.

G: VERY WELL. SINCE WE ARE AT AN IMPASSE, YOU MAY CHOOSE ANOTHER FORM TO CONTINUE OUR FIGHT.

L [hopefully]: A lamassu?

R [low voice]: Unfortunately, we are not actually gods.

L: Damn.

D: No! I think we can do this! [to Gozer] We’re going to stick with the engineering disasters podcast!

G: YOU’RE NOT VERY IMAGINATIVE, ARE YOU?

D: No, we are, we’re just really jazzed about this form!

L: It’s comfy!

G: ALL RIGHT. SUIT YOURSELVES. I TIRE OF THE LEAKY METAL TUBE, AND I DO NOT HAVE THE PATIENCE TO SIT THROUGH SIX HOURS OF PODCASTING BEFORE I SET YOU ON FIRE! CHOOSE ANOTHER ENGINEERING DISASTER!

D: All right, now, let’s think about this…

A: Just something outdoorsy, please! I want to see the sun again!

Part 7

[gabbysthoughts4thots]

Don't know if i should chip in the conversation and i apologize if my english isn't the best, but as someone from Europe (ironically Portugal too, maybe i've even met tha anon) who studied for a year in the USA i must say that compared to my country it's indedd a wild contrast, Portugal isn't perfect and we have our issues but i've never felt so scared as a black person until i was living in the USA. There were a lot of houses with Confederate flags nearby the university campus and so many instances of people getting attacked just from being the wrong color. And no this wasn't in the southern states, ironically had a better experience down south when visiting, but in one of the progressive states. Now, should i use my experience as an overall USA experience? No, but it's hypocritical to hear people from the USA shitting on certain countries without actually knowing that country reality, especially when you guys are literally the richest and most powerful country in the world so it's very tone-deaf to start giving lessons to other countries. That last point is very important, because a lot of countries in the world have had a very traumatic experience with the USA governments meddling in their own countris and destroying their democracies (yes you country did that even in European countries) so to see someone from the USA belittling their own countries, when the USA was involved in making the country the bad way it is, people would of course feel rage. And coming from a country who also had a bad past, i think it's important to listen when other countries have legitimate concerns about what your country did, rather than pointing fingers at problems in that country. Imagine if we portuguese started ignoring Brazil's or luso african countries accusations about what we did to them and instead started blaming them for their situations? Very tone-deaf, right? Because that's what the tone of a lot of your answers implied there. Anyways, i'm sorry for the whole text, and overall i had a nice experience in the USA who like everywhere else have wonderful and rotten people but i think sometimes we should see things from other countries perspective before being on the defensive. Oh and for those who know, Wawa beats Sheetz anytime 😋

GIRL WERE U IN PENNSYLVANIA OR THE SOYTH SOUTH?!?😭😭😭yeah im not surprised u had a shit experience not the confederate flags omllll

Dw abt all the text im assuming u had to read all of mine lmao😭

But yeah I totally agree, you have to acknowledge what is wrong with your countries and not point fingers, especially at the ones yours has affected. That’s not what I’m trying to do, but show that other countries ALSO have issues and to say the USA is the worst, even compared to countries the USA has not history or affect in is insane☹️ like you can compare and contrast but I won’t say one country is the worst of all yk?? I cannot morally or factually say that.

[nickgerlich]

I C Evolution

The evolution of the convenience store—known as c-stores in industry jargon—is fascinating. While my doctoral research was about the supermarket industry, I was equally fascinated by their cousin. How they have changed through the years is truly mind-boggling.

The first c-store was opened in the Oak Cliff neighborhood of Dallas by the Southland Ice Company in 1927. Back then, they were known as Tote’m stores, and ice was a primary product before the widespread adoption of electric refrigerators. It wasn’t until 1946 that the rapidly growing chain changed its name to 7-Eleven, to reflect its hours of operation.

Early c-stores were typically 1000-1200 square feet, about the size of a house back then. Gasoline didn’t become a popular auxiliary product line until the 1970s. Today, of course, we go to c-stores primarily for gas, and then maybe we walk inside. Oh, and if we buy ice, it’s usually because we need it to put in the cooler. As for the gas, it is a reflection of our car culture. We don’t walk to any stores these days.

And those tiny stores have been replaced by shiny new structures that average 3500 square feet, with some—notably Buc-ee’s—much, much larger. The depth and breadth of c-store merchandise has expanded greatly, far beyond the usual milk, bread, and other staples that once lined shelves. Today there’s a candy store inside, an endless array of snacks, and every possible kind of liquid refreshment. One more thing: Prepared foods. Go to a newer Wawa, QT, Casey’s, and others, and you’ll be able to get lunch or dinner along with a tankful of gas.

Full disclosure: I am writing a feature story about Amarillo’s Toot’n Totum c-store chain for the May-June issue of Brick & Elm Magazine, so I have been knee deep in c-store facts and figures. I was enjoying it so much I decided to share some of it here. The chain started here in 1950, its name a slight dig at the early 7-Eleven stores, as well as a reference to customers tooting their horn when they arrived, and a clerk toting their order out to them.

There are 152,000 c-stores today in the US, and there is rampant consolidation and growth among the biggest chains. Circle K, QT, Casey’s, and Wawa are among those entering new markets, buying up regional chains, building new stores, or both. Some offer car washes and auto care centers as well, making their physical footprint about three acres once you include all of the concrete areas for parking, gas, ingress, and egress.

Makes that first Tote’m Store look even smaller, doesn’t it?

C-stores have always enjoyed higher margins compared to supermarkets, primarily because they just could. Convenience comes with a price, and people are willing to pay it if they are in a hurry.

And therein lies the most important part of c-store evolution: Our increasingly hectic lives—something I have been both observing and bemoaning for several decades now—find us looking for the path of least resistance. If we can combine stops, we’ll do it. Think gas, lunch, and a loaf of bread. C-stores also outgrew the rhyming hours of operation, remaining open 24 hours a day in many locations.

But it is not like c-stores are putting the screws to traditional supermarkets. There are nearly 79,000 supermarkets in the US, with the number continuing to grow slowly. Sure, our population has grown more than 100% since the 1950sl, meaning we simply need more food available everywhere.

Locally, much of Toot’n Totum’s growth occurred by acquisition, a strategy it used in the 1960s through 1990s. Often, all that needed to be changed was the sign. Still, all of its stores were within Amarillo. Toot’n Totum continues to grow today, having shed its Amarillo-only strategy in 2013 when it purchased a small chain scattered across the northern Panhandle. They then set up shop in Liberal Kansas, Boise City Oklahoma, Clayton New Mexico, and right here in Canyon. In 2022 they announced they would build—not acquire—20 new stores in Lubbock, their first major expansion into a new market. The company plans to keep growing where opportunities exist, with their 100th store on Amarillo’s north side set to open this fall.

As c-stores continue to rise to the wants and needs of customers, there are numerous trends afoot, some of which you may have already noticed. Don’t be surprised when you find EV charging stations, self-check kiosks, even more beverages (how can they possibly offer more?), healthier fare, and what Toot’n Totum says is the secret sauce in their success story, an emphasis on the customer experience.

This means safe shopping, clean restrooms, bright lights, loyalty programs, mobile apps, and merchandise variety. Sure, some chains fail miserably on some or all of these measures, but they will be the ones to struggle as competition heats up.

Meanwhile, my fascination with c-stores continues unabated. I see consumer behavior happening here. And as I learned in my interview with Toot’n Totum’s VP of Marketing, they are digitizing more and more of the customer experience. It’s a far cry from when I started studying all of this more than 40 years ago, but it never fails to get my attention.

Darwin’s evolution of species could never keep up with what we’re seeing today.

Dr “C Is For Convenience” Gerlich

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