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deconstructthesoup · 19 days ago

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Some STP Human Headcanons (Voices)

-Cheated reads ex-military to me, which does fit in with me headcanoning him to be a) quite a bit older, and b) trans. In a lot of my modern AUs, he got dishonorably discharged after he was outed, and he immediately fell into the punk scene in order to properly send a big middle finger to his former bosses. He's got serious "fuck the police" energy now.

-Hunted also feels quite a bit older to me (he and Cheated are that older gay couple where one of them is crotchety and the other is very nice yet very quiet), and I like to imagine him working as a camp counselor while also volunteering at a soup kitchen on the side. If you put him in the modern day, his need for survival might start translating into a need for community, and I really enjoy that for him.

-Paranoid has OCD and anxiety, which manifests in a lot of different ways, but one of the most notable ways is that he's always dressing incredibly nicely, just so he can put on the best impression possible when he meets new people. Also, cuff links are very good fidgets.

-Hero is the unquestionable "mom friend" of the group---always checking in on everyone to make sure they're okay, always packing extra snacks for when they go on trips, always remembers everyone's birthdays. He's also the reason the group actually stays together, since while some of them are still figuring out how to get along, they're all Hero's friends.

-Broken, rather than being all mopey and depressed all the time, is actually surprisingly serene. While not really subscribing to any one religion, he does have a spiritual vibe to him, in that he believes that nothing matters, the universe doesn't notice you, and most things are out of our control... and that's okay. He feels comfort in that there's no big divine plan and that life is an unpredictable rollercoaster, and he's never felt more at peace than when he's staring up in awe at the stars. (He's a big astronomy nut.)

-Smitten is a theater kid to a T, but more importantly, they are a swords-and-sorcery fanatic. They always dress up for Ren Faires, they're always LARPing on the weekends, and they belong to at least three different D&D groups (where they play an elf paladin whose oath is his wedding vows, a fire genasi bard who was a career matchmaker until their business got sabotaged, and a gnome warlock who's on a quest to find her kidnapped wife. They're allergic to playing anything other than a charisma caster.) Basically, they're a gamer in the opposite direction.

-Even if it's set in modern day, Skeptic always dresses like a noir detective---though, no fedoras if it's not the 1940's, he knows exactly what kind of message that sends. He just loves the swish of a trenchcoat and the reliability of suspenders. And ties.

-Speaking of my best guy, Skeptic is an incredible piano player. He's been taking lessons since he and Smitten still needed different colored clothes for their parents to tell them apart, and---like me---he started off playing jazz standards. At first, he kind of thought that they were boring, and nothing like the way they sounded on all of his Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday albums, but once he learned that what made them fun was improvisation, Skeptic kept on improving his skills until he could do full-on original piano solos on the spot. Also, he learned some Tom Leher songs to annoy his parents and Smitten. Every time spring rolls around in that household, the faint sounds of "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" sound from the music room.

-Smitten and Skeptic are the rich kids of the group, and they are teased constantly about it. Yes, they're usually the ones fronting the bill when they go out to eat or go shopping, but it doesn't take long for one of the more anti-establishment guys to call them the "nepo twins." Surprisingly, both of them are good sports about it.

-Cold smokes. He is well aware that it is an awful habit, and he is well aware that it will come back to bite him if he doesn't switch over to lollipops, but it just fits with his mall goth aesthetic. And there's nothing more Cold than doing things just for the aesthetic.

-On that note, Contrarian and Cold are absolutely the ones who dive head-first into shenanigans. Contrarian knows that they can always suggest something absolutely buckwild, and Cold will always shrug and join in just to see what happens. Hero has his hands full getting them out of trouble.

-Contrarian has a bright blue mullet that clashes horrifically with every single one of his outfits. They chose that color for their hair specifically to offend the eye, and everyone knows it and hates it.

-Opportunist's wardrobe is filled to the brim with brightly-colored floral button-ups, which definitely don't do much to counteract their used-car-salesman vibe, but they do somehow give them a lot of gender euphoria. Also, they've got double helix piercings and gauges. It unfortunately looks really good.

-Stubborn's very much a rock music guy, but his tastes are more grunge-focused---Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Green Day, very dad-rock energy. It definitely adds to his "Eliot-Spencer-if-he-was-six-foot-three-and-was-raised-in-a-city" vibe. You know that man is blasting "American Idiot" whenever he's got the aux cord.

-I debated for a while about what sport Stubborn would like, and I eventually settled on two: boxing for the beat-you-up vibes, and bouldering for the climbing-up-a-sheer-cliff-face vibes. I just love the image of Stubborn attempting to climb the rock wall without a harness and failing miserably.

-Opportunist is also a theater kid, and they usually wind up playing opposite Smitten more often than not. The two of them kind of joke about it---oh, wow, the two they/them using people in the group both love acting, isn't that hilarious---but really, they're kind of grateful for it, since they used to hate each other before they realized that they actually had something in common.

-Hero is the only member of the group (aside from Hunted, but he and Cheated are the older dads so it doesn't really count) who can actually cook, and he's really good at it. Every time someone comes over, he asks them what their favorite meal is, and he always puts a fun spin on it that turns out exceptional. His grilled cheeses are good to the point where Stubborn has declared that he will actually kill someone if it means he could eat them for the rest of his life. (Also, Hero's favorite one to cook for is Contrarian, because he always suggests the most insane combinations---and Hero will somehow, against all odds, make it work. He likes a challenge.)

And... yeah, that's all I got for now!

#REALLY wanting to do a high school AU now #cheated and hunted could even be teachers of some kind?#i could even throw in some of the chapter 3 princesses as teachers!#fury is FOR SURE the bio teacher #fuck why am i inspired #(and also feel free to draw these if you want)#slay the princess #voice of the cheated #voice of the hunted #voice of the hero #voice of the smitten #voice of the skeptic #voice of the cold #voice of the contrarian #voice of the opportunist #voice of the broken #voice of the stubborn #voice of the paranoid

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aaivii · 8 months ago

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Sooo, this my take one the Canadian Grand Prix, and as an OP81 supporter it will mostly be focused around Oscar's race and some of the people around him, so if you're expecting a race de-brief here, don't!! Also if you're an Oscar fan, do read the whole thing, I don't think you'll be disappointed.

So, he qualified P4, and again in his own words, not bad but not great either. But what's done is done unless luck decides to favour him at least fucking once and make someone else ahead of him make an error and get their penalty but they don't 😤🤷‍♀️. Some good drivers they are so.

And then in the first half of the race, my heart bloomed everytime the commentators (the Crofty and Brundle one) were like the McLaren drivers are preserving their tyres, and I was like, yes bitch!! Of course they are. I understand that these were cooler conditions so it was albeit easier, but on a situation where George was absolutely sending his tyres, these two were maintaining it. And Oscar is definitely not there yet, but the progress graph says he'll be there absolutely 100%. Cut him some slack, second season guys, remember.

So, they maintain their tires nice and good and some safety car shenanigans later, we come to the last part of the race, where I genuinely feel the McLaren strategy department fumbled a win. Might have not been a 1-2. But would definitely have been a 1-3. During the last safety car, they should have switched to hards just like Mercedes as a response because we already saw Gasly putting some serious 1 or 2 laps when the conditions were favorable. So, that was a genuine fumble.

And as for Oscar Piastri, how !! I mean, I saw some people in ig being all like, mclaren remember you have two drivers, lando should have given the drs. Golden boy blah blah. But that was a good call by Oscar to not switch. Because rarely have I seen a driver being like that. Everyone always jumps at the prospect of replacing their teammate who is clearly ahead. But he obviously played the longer game. And correct call, because Mercs were absolutely after him, so if they had fumbled that switch even by a second it would have been two mercs on that podium. So, I fully agree with his decision to not switch and also it was him fighting with mercs the longest that allowed Lando to not be jumped by Lewis or George because they were clearly the fastest.

And as for that drs call, asked by him, have to agree with that, even if it felt like swallowing a bitter pill because had Lando given him the drs it would have been sooner rather than later, getting jumped by the mercs because again they were the fastest car this weekend. And this is not some closed wall street circuit, and I know many were thinking of that Singapore moment, those were overtake is difficult, so Lando prioritising his own race was correct in my opinion, it allowed him to keep building on that gap which was crucial. Because imagine had he given that drs, mercs would have overtaken both of them and mclaren would be left with zilch.

Also, a salty and cunty part of me is all like, alright mclaren made a fumble with their drivers in terms of tyre changes and calling them to the pit at the correct time, but hey!! At least their drivers were all slick n clean throughout the whole weekend. Not same could be said for mercs whose both drivers and management fumbled a win together. Suck it!!!

And the hottest moment of the race was when George decided that he would do hard racing, around the Wall of Champions hoping Oscar would back off. But what this pootling, and hunky dory and whatever words using man forgot, that he would be racing against a man who has not once in his life lost his calmness and coolness. Fuck the Wall of Champions George Russell because before that, you'll have to face the unfazed Wall called Oscar Jack fucking Piastri who went like no sir. You are not gonna do that. And you know what the best part was, George's whole vibe during the last segments was like that all muscled up dog, but it all went nada against Oscar. He was like this is my corner, and it is going to be my corner. Yoy want to go ahead of me, use your car which is clearly faster than mine. Which he managed. But guess what, it remained his corner at the end. Whoever has decided to race hard against Piastri, we all know, it has blown up on their faces at some point, by their own mistakes btw, because Oscar races hard, but most important, he races clean. So of course, this cost George a few seconds with not enough time with him to catch Lando. So see!!! Karma bitch!! For me, that was THE moment!!!

All in all, a good weekend for the papaya fam. Please don't be like those some people on ig, like Lando vs Oscar, because in the long term, it was a good decision at the end. Times like this I am glad that I'm not twt, because if ig comments are like this really don't wanna know what's going down there.

#op81 #oscar piastri #ln4 #lando norris #canadian gp 2024 #mclaren #george russell #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #formula 1 #race rant #i had to get this out of my system

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meanwaffle · 2 years ago

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Safety (Tsukishima x Reader)

Warning: alcohol, hu culture

Notes: college party moment

You sipped on your drink as you couldn’t take your eyes off the tall, handsome, blonde man across the room. He was chatting with some guys, but he had a bored expression you couldn’t take your eyes off of. He obviously wasn’t enjoying himself very much and it made you wonder why he’d come to a college party if he wasn’t someone who liked them. Maybe his friend made him come. Or he was trying to get laid. Who knows?

What a fucking jerk.

His name was Tsukishima. You sorta knew him already. It was a month or two ago when you both matched on tinder. Tinder was your best friend after all. It was an easy way to find hot and willing guys to keep you company on those lonely nights. The best part was there were usually no strings attached. You didn’t have to shield your heart from getting hurt, you just gotta have fun and spend your young adulthood partying and vibing. You didn’t have to worry about being vulnerable because it was a quick fuck and done.

Oddly enough when you matched with him and started talking to Tsukishima a bit… you got too vulnerable. It wasn't like you at all.

You found yourself blushing when he complimented you. His blunt charm offered a sense of relief. When he said you were beautiful, easy to talk to, how he felt comfortable with you, this bluntness made you truly believe he was being genuine. Over time, his messages started to become short and dull. When that would happen with other guys you’d just roll your eyes and move on to the next. Stupidly enough you kept sending him messages and continuing conversations or starting new ones. You would hold onto each convo starter like it was a life line.

“You look very pretty.” he told you once in response to a selfie you sent of him.

Ah… you wanted him to praise you more.

You wanted to meet him. You didn’t even care about getting laid, you just wanted to see him in person and maybe… hold his hand or something. Like they do in those romcoms! He was so tall after all, you’re so sure if he embraced you that you would melt into his touch.

“When are you free? Let’s go out to dinner.” You’d ask him.

“I’m free on weekends! But if you have plans, my classes end at three!” You’d tell him.

“Shoot me a message whenever you’re available.” You’d messaged him.

Nothing.

After talking nonstop for two weeks, the moment you invited him out he changed. Shorter messages. He took longer to respond. Baseless excuses one after another about how he’s busy, that he’ll let you know the second he’s free. Responding to you obviously became less of a priority as you got left on delivered for hours and hours and hours, until finally you remembered why you originally were just sleeping around.

Men really suck.

You’re glad you remembered before you got too attached.

Enough with all that. Sure it was only a little bit ago, but that was all in the past! Tonight was about having fun! You downed the rest of your drink and mingled in with the crowd once again. Striking conversations left and right, you danced a bit to the music, sang along to the popular songs that got everyone hype. You were having a good time and soon lost yourself in the fun. The alcohol was finally hitting and your confidence skyrocketed.

And there's nothing more powerful than a confident woman with a mission.

“Crap!” You blurted out as you felt yourself back up into someone. You quickly turned around to face whoever it was to apologize. “So sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh, that’s alright! No worries.” A fresh, freckled face greeted you. It was a guy, a cute guy. The dark and grayish hair of his went against your usual type, you had a soft spot for blondes, yet his vibe was so oddly kind. At first you wondered what a guy like this was doing at some random shit college party. Though, when his large eyes met yours paired together with a dorky smile all the reasonable thoughts washed away and only one idea filled your brain.

He was your mission.

With a grin, you tilted your head to the side just a tiny bit to subtly emphasize your good side. You fluttered your eyes in that cute manner that's always gotten the guys to take interest. “I don’t think I’ve met you! Do you go to parties a lot?”

You heard him suck in a breath and held back a giggle. The cute eye technique still hasn’t failed you. He was nervous, huh? “Ah, no, I came with a friend just cuz… I don’t know where he is right now actually. Uh! But I’m Yamaguchi.” A tint of red glowed on his cheeks.

You introduced yourself back and quickly started up small talk. At first he was hesitant, fumbling over his words a bit and avoiding direct eye contact with you. Once you got him on the topic of his hobbies, however, he started to go on and on about volleyball. You had to hold back a cringe when the subject of volleyball took place. You had no problem with sports! But, icky enough, Tsukishima also danced on the topic a bunch of times. You were positive he mentioned how he was on the team at school, maybe Yamaguchi was too. Maybe they were teammates? If that's the case, part of you wants to just run away from this guy.

Hm, well…. Doesn’t matter. It’s just a hookup. Besides after geeking out a bit he got comfortable enough to just… let go. You both were swaying to the music and laughing, you felt up on his arm and stroked his ego as you showered him in compliments and praises. He denied them, of course, he was shy and humble. Following every praise of yours with something along the lines of “I’m not all that.” or “I bet you know much cooler guys.”

After some time passed the party was still at full blast. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and glanced up at him with big doey eyes. His expression turned to one of surprise and his entire face was heated. You could even see him biting his lip from nerves alone. “Hey…” you said with a breathy tone. “why don’t we go somewhere quieter?”

Yamaguchi flinched and you watched him nervously gulp. “I, um, l-like where? I mean… you know… my friend is still here and if I’m leaving I should let him know-”

With an air headed smile, you tugged at his arm in the direction of the stairs. “We won’t leave! I know the people who rent this place, we can just go up to her room for a bit. She won’t mind.”

“This isn’t your place t? Shouldn’t we uh, ask then?”

“It’s fine! I’ve done this before.” With that said and done, you made your way over to the stairs. Yamaguchi followed close behind, but as you both were climbing up you were so focused on your gleeful success in getting a cutie in bed that you didn’t hear his hesitant mutters, questioning what you meant by “done this before.”

You pulled him into an empty bedroom and didn’t waste any time. You attached your lips to his and passionately threw your arms around him, pulling him even closer so your tits pressed against him. Internally, he was panicking. He’s never had anyone interested in him in this sort of way, especially someone who would act on it so quickly. It was all happening so fast for him, however, he let himself fall into the moment. Yamaguchi’s thoughts were racing. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would want to be intimate with him. The heat in his cheeks got hotter. Your tongue’s dancing together.

Skillfully using some interesting angles, you managed to get both of you close enough to the bed for you to slowly push him onto the springy mattress. A cute yelp escaped his lips with a subtle panic as you climbed on top of him without detaching yourself from his rosy lips. However, instead of him continuing with the sexy thrill of fucking at a party, he pulled back. You were surprised he’d do that, but the concerned look on his face made you question if you were pushing him into something he didn’t actually want to do. “Are you okay?”

Yamaguchi chewed at his lip. Crazy enough, you’ve only known him for a couple hours and even you could tell he does that when he’s nervous. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, which was another indicator. His body language told you enough. You rolled off him and sat up on the edge of the bed. You bent down forward and softly smiled in an attempt to ease the tension “Not in the mood?”

Like a lightning bolt, he shot up with a worried expression.” No! I mean yes, I mean, I’m nervous, that’s all. You’re really pretty and It’s just a lot-”

“He’s a virgin.”

Both of you two whipped your heads towards the doorway which was suddenly open with a tall figure leaning against the frame. Tall, blonde, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, you couldn’t stop your mouth from opening a bit in shock as you witnessed none other than Tsukishma there with a sharp glare of disappointment.

“Oh god, Kei! How long have you been standing there?!” Yamaguchi, obviously very flustered, spoke first because you were still stupidly sitting on the end of the bed with your mouth still agape from a lack of knowledge to even know what to say to this guy.

With a glance over at you, then back to his friend, he spoke more. “First of all you should’ve locked the door if you’re going to mess around. And I have been standing here ever since you fumbled the whole making out part.” His eyebrow furrowed, which was odd to you. He seemed to be annoyed with his friend. Was he annoyed that his homie was getting laid and he wasn’t? You certainly couldn’t think of another reason. A logical one for sure.

“I was looking for you so we could finally leave, though I saw her chatting you up and then going up the stairs.” He shot another quick glance over at you. “I could connect the dots.” His tone was irritating to hear. It was like he was talking down to you.

You shoved down any desire to stay quiet and spoke up. “That’s so weird, Tsukishima! And what if we kept going. You were just gonna stand there and watch? You’re such a pervert-”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” Yamaguchi asked, surprised.

“You’re hooking up with someone you met a few hours ago.”

You threw your hands in the air. “It’s college! This is what we do!”

Both of you were huffing and pouting like the drunk idiots you were.

Yamaguchi had no clue what to make of the situation. He was shifting his weight back and forth as he fiddled with his fingers. He kept trying to get a word in, but despite his efforts everything he said fell on deaf ears as both you and Tsukishima kept going back and forth. One petty thing after the other. Tsukishima finally let out a giant scoff and went to turn to his friend. “Let’s just go.” He was thrown back when he realized the friend he was talking to was no longer there. There was just an empty space “Huh? Where did he go?”

“He walked off maybe five minutes ago.”

His nose scrunched up. “And you didn’t think to say anything?”

“I thought the wave goodbye would’ve been enough but I guess I didn’t take into account your lack of awareness.” You responded with yet another eye roll.

He sharply turned towards the door. “Whatever, I’m out of here.”

“I bet, ghosting is your best talent.”

Tsukishima stopped dead in his tracks. His hawk eyes gleamed into you with an emotion you couldn’t quite describe. Even so, you could tell he was offended by what you said. “I didn’t ghost you, you ghosted me.”

Your mouth fell agape for the second time tonight. Was he trying to set a record of how many times can he make you gawk at him like this? Who did he think he was accusing you like that! “Are you being for real right now? You started taking hours to respond to me! Yet your snap score was still going up. You were ignoring me and stopped talking to me. That’s ghosting!”

He turned on his heel to face you again. “But I still responded! Every time! Even if it took me a while to get back to you. You were the one who unadded me out of nowhere!”

“That’s my point, it wasn’t out of nowhere! I had a reason. I wasn’t going to waste my time with a guy who didn’t prioritize me.” You crossed your arms. This was not how you wanted to spend your time at this party. You came here for mindless fun, not a confrontation with some ex situationship.

Unbeknownst to you, Tsukishima’s heart rate was increasing at those words. The idea that you wanted him to prioritize you plagued his thoughts. “I thought we were just going to hook up.”

“Huh, yeah, but…”

“But?” You both were maintaining eye contact. It was weird that the guy you thought was just another fail basically interrupted you from fucking another guy for meaningless sex. And now you were both standing here, facing off from each other. One sharp response to the next, even though Yamaguchi left you were still at each other's throat. Truly, one of you should just go separate ways.

You huffed. “Nothing.”

“You wanted more than just sex?”

“No, geez, I said it was nothing.”

His hand snapped to yours, snatching it roughly enough for you to break eye contact and stumble backwards with a shy gasp. “If it’s nothing then lets hookup, right now.”

You visibly flinched at his words. “Huh? Are you drunk?

“We’re both drunk. That’s why we’re stumbling around.” His grip on you loosened. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s fool around. You were trying to get fucked weren’t you?”

“God, Tsukishima.” You pulled away from him and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. Tilting your head as you looked at him. “It’d be weird to have sex with you after all this.”

Tsukishima’s mouth curled into a cocky grin. “It’s college, it’s what we do.” You couldn’t hold back an eye roll at his mocking tone. “It’s the time for casual sex. Didn’t you say that?” He leaned back and turned the lock on the door. “See, I can remember to lock the door at least.”

Tsukishima was so seductive and it made your tummy turn as he looked at you with lustful eyes. It felt like he could see through you to your very soul, knowing how at one point you craved for him to embrace you and kiss you gently. You’d fantasized about him inviting you over to his apartment, with a candle lit dinner and red wine poured into those cute fancy glass cups. Then, after you two were done eating, he’d scoop you into his arms and carry you to the bed. Stripping you and leaving trails of love marks to brand his romance into your very flesh.

But, you didn’t care about that anymore. Yeah, there's no doubt that you are completely over that. You were completely fine with a casual hookup in some random bedroom. This was fine, so you have no reason to disagree with him.

You exhaled and glanced over at him with your lips puckered. “Alright, it is a party…” a hint of embarrassment sparkled in your eyes “Let’s do it.”

Tsukishima didn’t hesitate. He climbed right on top of you and pushed you onto your back. His hands were placed on each side of your head. You could feel his body heat as he leaned down closer, his lips almost right against yours. “Can I get an enthusiastic yes?”

You were nervous and he could tell. A sheer crimson enveloped your cheeks and flowers bloomed in the depths of your core. You never felt like this with your other hookups, but for some reason the thought of him seeing you naked… even the thought of seeing him naked made your tummy twist and turn.

That’s why this was weird!

But you would sooner die than admit it. “...I want you to fuck me.”

The cocky blonde smiled at you. It was different however, the spiteful and argumentative man you were yelling at earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by someone much gentler. It was an emotion you’ve never seen on a man. Usually when you spread your legs for whoever will give you attention they look down on you. They treat each encounter as some sort of game. They were the players and you were a side quest for them to complete. It was a common misconception with most of the men you surrounded yourself with that the harder they fuck you, the better they are at sex. Even when it hurts and you want it to stop, you don’t say anything. After all, fucking you rough gave them power. If you took away their power they’d want nothing to do with you. Men thrived on the idea that they were the dominant one, they were the ones in charge, and you were mercy under their touch. In reality, your fake moaning and exaggerated expressions was nothing more than a manipulation tactic that a single man has yet to see through.

You were nothing but an object. You let yourself become an object.

You’re so lonely.

Tsukishima’s smile didn’t host any intensity or wrath, because he didn’t perceive you as just something to fuck. Seeing you waiting for him to pleasure you, he wanted nothing more than to please you to the point you’d never sleep with another guy again. This was the only moment he might have to prove to you that he can earn your approval.

He never thought he ghosted you. Henever wanted to ghost you and to this day he remembers the devastation he had when he woke up and saw an X next to your username. He had to play it cool, after all he was on tinder for meaningless sex and a way to kill his boredom. You didn’t simply kill it, you cured it. Talking to you made him flushed. He wasn’t supposed to be like that. He likes to believe it was his pride that got in the way of you two actually working out, but in reality it was his undeniable shyness. When he saw you had sent him a message, an internal panic plagued his thoughts. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t admit he was shy around you, even to himself he never realized that he was just scared to meet up with you or that he’d say something stupid. If he made himself out to be a fool the facade he worked so hard to keep up with would crumble and he’d be left with nothing.

That’s why his messages became dull and his response time plummeted.

Tsukishima dove between your thighs. With a free hand, he flipped your skirt up and settled his face right in front of your clothed pussy. You gasped at the realization that he was going to give you oral. Usually, it was the other way around. You didn’t dislike sucking dick and in fact you think you're pretty good at it. “H-hey, you know, you don’t have to do that.” you whispered, a flash of heat filling your body.

Confused, he lifted himself out from beneath your skirt. “You don’t like being eaten out?”

“Well, of course I do, but we don’t have to do all this foreplay stuff. I know men say it can be a hassle-”

“Oh my god.” He huffed and for a split second you were about to snap back at him, yet a warmth spread across your cunt. You squealed, hips twitching. He was licking you over your underwear. No one has ever done that to you before. It was thrilling. You had no idea how something as simple as eating you out was able to make your core explode like fireworks in a dark sky, but Tsukishima was succeeding in it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he applied suction as the wet spot drenching your panties only grew. “Ask me to take off your panties and I will.”

Fuck.

“Take off my panties…”

You’ve never had to ask for anything during sex before. Previous men you have been with just do what they want. Even the shy guys, you give them head and they’re so eager to fuck you that they rush into slipping it in without a second thought of your desires. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to shout out “Don’t cum inside me!” as the guy would groan in your ear that they were about to cum. Despite that, a good chunk would still cum inside.

You knew it. Tsukishima was different.

You’ve just been surrounding yourself with the wrong people.

You did not want to admit that right now, however. If you did, you’d probably start crying as you accepted that you have been using sex as a self harm tactic to combat the internal hatred you harbor for yourself. At this moment you just wanted to be held and cherished by the sharp witted man about to ravish you. You liked feeling special. He liked making you feel special more. He wanted to pleasure you in a way no man could ever live up to. Plague your mind so that even if you were swooped into the arms of another your thoughts would be full of him.

Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slid them off.

He teased you by swiping his tongue up your damp slit. The whimper that flew out only encouraged him to tease you more. A little on the rough side, he started to apply suction to your deprived clit. Electricity bolted up to your brain and then all the way back down to your toes. How does it feel so good? You were confused. Why did it feel so pleasurable? It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, was it?

Your thoughts were drowned out by the sound of your own moans.

Your voice fueled his desire to hear more. Out of nowhere, he began to attack your pussy like he was nothing more than a starved man in the wild. He pushed his tongue inside you which caused you to unintentionally grind your hips against his tongue. More, you wanted more. His tongue slithered around your walls, ripping another cry from your throat. You couldn’t believe you were making such embarrassing noises. You never knew you were capable of such whimpers.

His nose bumped into your clit as he tongue fucked you even deeper. The wetness of his saliva mixed with your slick. His mouth was devouring your pussy and you could tell he was quite experienced. Tsukishima succeeded in his goal, because no man will ever live up to the skill he had with his tongue.

Tsukishima’s pace never slowed. Up until an intense feeling of ecstasy washed over your entire desperate body, he didn’t let up one bit. You didn’t realize that you were whimpering his name softly under your breath. His dick twitched at the sound and he couldn’t wait to be inside you. It was hard for him not to just take you there and then, but he had an personal obligation to make you cum with his tongue. Strings of curses escaped your lips and he had a front row seat to you cumming on his face.

Not only cumming, however, you were squirting.

Tsukishima lifted his head up from beneath your thighs. You stayed on your back, huffing with wide eyes. “Was that good?” He asked, the desire for praise more than apparent enough.

You blinked a few times, processing that irresistible new feeling you just experienced. You could see Tsukishima staring at you with a perplexed eyebrow raise. Using your elbows to sit yourself up, you awkwardly smiled. “It was good, really good, I mean I’ve never done that before…”

“You’ve never cum before? Oh wow, you need to pick better gu-”

“No!” You interrupted his misconception. “I never squirted, like that, It’s embarrassing and geez, it’s all over your lips!”

Tsukishima placed his hand against his mouth and rubbed at it with little to no effort. “Oh.” He chuckled at himself, making you smile. “I had a suspicion maybe you liked virgins or something and that’s why you couldn’t cum. You tried to sleep with Yamaguchi afterall.”

“Nothing wrong with virgins.” You retorted.

He raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry, you fuck a lot of virgins or something?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I fuck a lot of people in general.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, climbing back on top of you and hooking his arm under your leg. “What’s your body count?”

“Only polite of you to answer first.”

“It’s high.”

“Same.”

After some silence both of you started to smile, trying to hold back laughter. Tsukishima was the first one to break the quiet. “We’re both sluts then.”

Not the first time you’ve been called a slut and it probably won’t be the last, but somehow this charming man said it in a way that was able to turn you on. Happily, you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him closer to your blushed face. You scooted downwards just so he had a better angle to lift up your leg even more. “Fuck me like a slut then.”

You did not need to say that twice.

Desperately with his free hand, he tugged his zipper down and let his cock out into the open. You quickly peeked at it, long enough to get a good look at it but not too long for Tsukishima to notice you staring. You wanted to play it cool.

It was thick. Precum oozed at the tip of his cockhead, twitching with excitement to sink itself into your wet cunt.

He positioned his cock right against your soaking wet hole. Your pretty pussy was fluttering at the anticipation of finally getting fucked by the one guy you had an attraction to outside just his dick. He sunk into you slowly, biting his lip while doing it. You threw your head back with a moan. Your pussy stretched around his hard member. He started to fuck you with a steady pace. He didn’t just start pounding into you, no, instead he kept a stable rhythm allowing you to get used to the thick cock inside you.

Still, with every buck of his hips that amazing dick of his hit the sweet, spongy spot deep inside your velvet walls. You whimpered and moaned, embarrassingly still trying to keep quiet in case anyone was nearby to hear you. Your shirt was suddenly pulled upwards along with your bra. You looked up to see Tsukishima practically drooling at the sight of your bouncing boobs. It was a sexy sight, they bounced along with the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept a steady arm around your leg and began to speed up his pace. “What a sight.” He groaned, yet the compliment fell on deaf ears as the volume of your cries filled the air.

He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside you. His heavy balls slapped against you, only adding to the lewd noises your bodies were making. Your pussy was clenching around him. The burning sensation of delight warmed up your cunt and the nerves surrounding your puffy clit were sparkling. However, none of it compared to how intense the pleasure was in your core. His cock was filling you. The friction was nothing less than addicting.

You let your arms fall from around his neck onto the blanket. You gripped the fabric into a tight fist. The pleasure he was giving you was purely euphoric and you didn’t know how to handle it. Every cry that was ripped from your throat couldn’t be stopped even if you wanted it to. Even now, when his thrusts were getting sloppier and his groans filled your ears. His cock was twitching against your wet walls and the words “I’m gonna cum.” repeated out of his mouth.

You were too into it that the thought of telling him not to finish inside you wasn’t a concern.

Truly, you wanted him to cum inside you.

Thick, hot semen was pumped into the depths of your delicates. Tsukishima’s head rolled back and he let your leg fall against the bed. Your cunt was milking him perfectly that he could swear up and down that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. After he finished cumming, you both took a moment to catch your breaths and process how that was the best sex either of you have ever had. Hoping that the other was thinking the same thing.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue. “Shit, is there a towel, oh crap, it got on the bed.” He looked around trying to find something suitable to clean up the cum leaking from your cunt. You half sat up, fixing your bra and shirt with one hand then pointed to a side drawer next to the bed. “There's a washcloth in the bedside table there.”

He listened to you and reached over, opening the drawer and taking out the washcloth you knew was there. “How did you know that?” He tossed it over to you and zipped his pants back up. You cleaned yourself and pulled your panties back into place. “I’m friends with the people who rent this house. I’ve fucked many guys on that bed.” Standing up, you patted the wrinkles in your skirt flat.

Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say.

You could tell you created an awkward moment, so quickly you added onto it. “And out of all those guys you were the best. So, you were right, it wasn’t that weird.”

He smiled. His smile was contagious and you found yourself grinning along with him. “Good to hear. Are you heading back to your dorm? Sounds like the party died down.”

You nodded. “Yep. Gotta sleep this drunk off.”

“I should walk you home. It’s dark.”

Your heart fluttered. You metaphorically slapped yourself and gulped air down your dry throat, desperately making sure to hide any excitement from him. “That would be the safe thing to do. We’ve both been drinking, maybe you should spend the night. You know, for safety, walking home alone in the dark drunk is dangerous for men too.”

Stars twinkled in Tsukishima’s chest. He began to approach you and at first you weren’t sure what he was doing exactly, though without another moment passing he intertwined his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer to his shoulder and squeezing your hand tightly. It made you feel safe just as he intended.

“You wanna hold my hand?”

A hint of red tinted his cheeks which went against the demeanor he made sure to force all these years. Maybe both of your auras are attracted to each other. The fear of commitment and stubborn pride caused you both to push away, but in this moment reality felt raw. It made sense.

“Just to be safe, of course.”

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu smut #tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #anime #manga #reader insert #smut

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starsofjewels · 4 months ago

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HPQD: Birthdays

‘Sometimes in the journey you can forget the purpose of the trip.’ Me, rn, trying to sound fancy.

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It’s my birthday on an undisclosed Libra date (wish me happy birthday pls I need the attention), and so I present to you this post, because I haven’t done a QD in MONTHS. And as much as I love Greggie… Hot werewolf man. That’s it.

Requests and other funnies are comings, this was just for the sillies.

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CONTENT: Not much, for once. Mentions of sex in Fenrir's paragraph (because of course), LV being a toxic (overly controlling etc).

INFO- Each DILF has a birthday quality rating and a best gift given rating. Be underwhelmed.

Approx 1k words: Very lil pookie baby.

Barty Crouch Sr- Traditional and Well-Planned:

He’s a simple man with very limited needs, in terms of it. In fact, you probably won’t even know when his birthday is until the day-of, and his sisters send him cards. That being said, your birthday is a completely different game. It’s easiest for him to show affection through material gifts, so expect flowers, jewellery, and anything that you’ve had your eye on over the course of the year may mysteriously appear in a gift basket at some point during the day. Barty will go through all the motions of the birthday, he’ll take you for dinner, then the theatre, and the day after you’ll have a small family gathering. He has it arranged very far in advance, he likes to be planned. It becomes your little tradition, and you’re oddly alright with that.

Birthday Rating: 6/10 - Solid, non-spontaneous.

Best Gift: That pair of overly expensive shoes you swore you didn’t need and he told you he wouldn’t buy… He still bought them. 7/10: -3 points for lying.

Fenrir Greyback- Woodland Chaos:

Do you remember participating in/ watching kids organise things for Mother’s Day? This exact vibe. He’s not very good at remembering small things: what to bring home from the shops, which day it is, that sort of thing. He’ll get the date right, but the day wrong. Cue panic when he realises your birthday is today, and not tomorrow. But, living in a forest and being a canonic pile of muscle has its advantages. He’ll hunt a few deer, maybe steal a cow from one of the farms a few miles out and you’ll have a lovely, if slightly meat-central, birthday barbeque. It is very rushed and something will be forgotten, but it’s very sweet. He does remember to get your presents well in advance, though.

Birthday Rating: 4/10- Buy this man a calendar, please. Points for getting your gifts, though.

Best Gift: Birthday sex. My man goes all out. 100+/10.

Rufus Scrimgeour- Money buys Happiness:

Let’s not forget Rufus is making bank as Minister. Let’s also not forget this man lives to get you whatever you want, whenever you want it. And what does a princess who has everything receive for her birthday? It started as whatever you wanted, but when you, like any self-respecting individual involved with an extraordinarily wealthy man, refused to take his money, it became an extended weekend trip to an undisclosed area of Europe. He’s Minister for Magic, and that comes with a certain level of international respect, especially as the famed War Minister. And so, you get a little trip to do some shopping, he’ll get a hotel with soap which has a higher net worth than you do, and when your next birthday comes around he’ll fight with you again over letting him buy you a present.

Birthday Rating: It’s a free trip to somewhere that isn’t GB- 10/10.

Best Gift: Cultural street food. A quiet night underneath street lighting, sitting in a park, with nothing really to say. A romantic, simple date. 8/10- It’s a coin flip whether or not you get food poisoning.

Lord Voldemort- Sweet or Creepy?:

We can be perfectly honest with ourselves, this is a judgement-free space… Tommy is creepy, he’s creepy as a kid, he’s creepy as a snake-talkin’ teenage hoodlum, and he’s creepy as a snake-lookin’ adult hoodlum. Isn’t that why we love him? You have, and always will have, guards with you at any time you’re not in the house, and this includes in the gardens, he’s not taking any chances. What this means is that he has two, or maybe even three, loyal, skilled men to watch over you. Anything you look at, or touch, or even mention in passing, will be recorded down and probably, eventually bought- Kind of like Barty, but in a depersonalised, slightly violating way. Your birthday dinner is about as cold and unfeeling as most Death Eater meetings are, but you get alcohol and attention, so who are you really to complain? As Dark Lady, there is a point where your personal life becomes a state affair, and this is one of them. But, if you’re good, he’ll give you a little picnic- Just the two of you, and maybe the children. It’s sweet, and a reminder that somewhere in him, there’s a heart which beats.

Birthday Rating (state affair): 3/10- I mean, who’s really complaining about free alcohol and wearing a pretty dress? +1 points for getting catering.

Birthday Rating (personal life): 9/10- Thought is put into it. It is sweet and simple, and you can forget your duty for just a moment.

Best Gift: A live Guinea pig (or other rodent of your choice- See the pets episode). 9/10- He feels bad about a snake eating the last one, so you get Nibbles. Nibbles does as his name suggests, and nibbles you when you first handle him. -1 point.

Igor Karkaroff- The Feast:

High Master does, at its very name suggests, require an awful lot of work, especially out of class time. He could work all day (not that he does) and still have more to do on overtime. His office is quite comfortable, though, so he shan’t particularly complain about it. That being said, living in an isolated mountain-castle in the middle of nowhere reduces the chances he’ll take you to a nice restaurant and a luxury hotel- There is no Hogsmeade equivalent for Durmstrang, remember- So, what do you get? A feast. You get a feast. And I don’t mean a tiny pizza slice and a fruit cup. Boars will be found, honey-mead will run like water, and there will be at least 4 days off for everyone to recover from the hangover. You are the best teacher this school has ever had, after all, you deserve a treat.

Birthday Rating: 10/10- (He has the Planning Committee organise and arrange the entire thing and then puts his name on it. It’s alright, you’ll get them a card).

Best Gift: More robes and/or pelt blankets- 6/10. It might sound a bit boring, but you do live in a literal mountain landscape, so it’s quite practical. +2 points for cosiness.

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amrass · 5 days ago

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Your post resonated with me so much, I’ve left so many fandoms over the years from having to deal with so much toxicity and it becomes so mentally draining and I totally get it. I think the older I get the less capacity I have for listening to rude opinionated minors too and I think it’s getting worse.

It’s sad that fandom spaces have become so toxic and should be a place for enjoying and sharing instead of infighting, I’ve found it so much easier to just block most people and keep my followers small and disable comments on ao3 so I’m limiting my exposure to the toxicity out there.

I’d be so sad to see you leave as I love your writing and have many of your fics bookmarked on ao3 and I go back to them often to re-read. Obviously you have to do what’s best for you but I just wanted you to know how much I’ve appreciated your writing.

I wish you the best for whatever you end up doing and definitely share your sentiment about being more and more worried about the state of the world and dying early too, I hope things improve for you (and the world generally!!).

Thank you for the kind words, anon 🖤 This subject is hard for me to talk about, so I'm glad some of it could resonate.

Yeah, I feel the same way, the older I become the more I just don't care to engage with toxicity in hobbies that are meant to refuel my energy and not take it away. On one hand, the rude people could benefit from some sort of fandom-mentoring (their sharp edges comes from somewhere; their home life, most likely) but at the same time, insecurity, paranoia and lowered reading comprehension hinder real conversation, especially concerning advice. It is getting worse, yeah. Conservatism is growing in people's eyes like a kind of slow glaucoma, it's scary to watch it happen. It probably feels scary, too, being trapped in the language and competition of our time.

Hm, I don't like vagueposting, and this has nothing to do with your words but rather because I'm answering this publicly, I need to underline that this isn't because of one user online, or two or three. This is about tendencies. My frustration has been building up after a year of being active in fandom, and seeing so much nagging about things that do not matter, and dismissals of things that do.

Making my works private (so AI can't reach it as easily) and disabling comments will probably be the way to go. Blocking people is good! I don't understand the resistance to it. I'm glad you've found methods that works for you, and I've tried something similar, but sadly it seems impossible to stay completely away from the bad stuff.

Thank you again for the support 🖤 I'm glad my stories can be meaningful for you. I am not planning to delete them all, though it sometimes gets tempting. I remember years ago, when my favorite fanfic of all time got deleted, and although I understood why the writer did it (a Thorki writer who was treated really badly by haters and fans alike), I was devastated. I don't wish that feeling upon anyone. Also despite my frequent power fantasies present in how I write Micah Bell, I do not condone revenge, and am writing about evil in an attempt to get it out of me.

Crossing my fingers that things improve for all of us. I never can shake the feeling that it's only nostalgia, but it would be lovely to see fandom become more like I remembered it in the future. Community instead of competition. There are diamonds in the rough though. People who try to spread compassion, who do not care for infighting or fanning the flames, who know the difference between fiction and reality. People like you, who try to make this a good space to be in.

Sending lots of good vibes to you and those similar to us. I was happy to receive this message, and a few others like yours. They brightened my weekend.

#amras answers #personal #fandom #amras writes #red dead fandom #fandom rant

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ash-and-books · 7 months ago

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Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb:

A teen girl’s attempt to make amends with her former friend group takes a sinister turn during a weekend getaway at an ancestral Irish estate in this atmospheric, literary horror from the author of Those We Drown.

There’s something in the lake at Wren Hall.

At least, that’s what the locals say. Not that Meg cares much about the rumors. When she’s asked to spend Halloween weekend at the Ireland retreat of the wealthy Wren twins, she recognizes the invitation for exactly what it is: her last, and only, chance to save her spot at Greyscott’s, the exclusive British art school she attended on scholarship until last summer. Clever, beautiful, and talented, the twins are the pride of Greyscott’s, and kindhearted Lottie Wren was once Meg’s closest friend. But not anymore.

None of Meg’s old friend group have talked to her since she left school—and they especially don’t talk about the incident that resulted in her suspension. Now, Meg is willing to do whatever it takes to earn their forgiveness.

But Wren Hall turns out to be far from the idyllic country manor Meg was expecting. The house is damp and drafty, the mirrors are all covered, and the weed-choked lake is at the center of legends that haunt the property to this day—a tainted legacy the estate seems unable to shake.

The truth is, people aren’t the only ones who keep secrets. Places can keep them too—and Wren Hall is drowning in them. When the past bleeds into the present and ancient sins rise to the surface, Meg must ask herself how well she really knows her one-time best friends...or whether any of them will survive the weekend.

Review:

A girl's attempt to make amends with her former friend group takes a sinister turn at an ancestral Irish estate in this gothic horror story inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of the Usher. Meg has been invited to visit her former friends for the weekend at their ancestral Irish estate, its the opportunity for her to make amends after the "incident" that got her exiled last year and had all her friends ghosting her. Meg needs this chance to get back in their good graces, and when the gorgeous Wren Twins invite you, you don't say no. Meg was best friends with Lottie Wren... and having a very secret relationship with Lottie's twin brother Seb.... who was also in an on and off relationship with another friend in the group Laure. Yet an incident occurred during the ball last year that involved Seb, Laure, and Meg and now Meg has to make amends with Laure if she wants to get back into the group. Yet spending the weekend at a creepy manor and seeing strange things... and possible horrors and banshees while dealing with her complicated relationship with Seb, Meg has a lot on her plate including trying to remember what actually happened last year. This book was a huge miss for me, and as a big Edgar Allan Poe fan, this was just a disappointment. It definitely gave off YA Bly Manor vibes and every single character in this book was unlikable. Meg had barely any backbone and was boy crazy about Seb, a guy who had no personality and treated her like trash. It was just a disappointing read and all the "horror" moments really just didn't spark anything in me. If you like Bly Manor but with tons of teen drama and very low scares, this could be a good book for you, while if you are a Poe Fan and prefer actual gothic mysteries and horrors, I'd say pass on it.

Release Date: July 30,2024

Publication/Blog: Ash and Books (ash-and-books.tumblr.com)

*Thanks Netgalley and Random House Children's | Delacorte Press for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

#book review #bookish #book #our wicked histories

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lynne-monstr · 8 months ago

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hi, it's the anon who's stopping by! how have you been?? I hope you're having a nice week. this last month has been very hectic for me, work was very busy, which both helps with my situation and doesn't. on the one hand work is pretty much the one thing that's going okay in my life rn so focusing on that helps distract from everything else. on the other hand, when all of a sudden work becomes a struggle too, it's tough. but as always, it's best to focus on the positives (easier said than done lol). for example: it's summer! I was actually able to wear a dress to work today, finally!!

I wanted to ask: I remember you mentioned a while ago that you recently cracked the code to making salads tasty, and I was wondering if you could share some tips that worked for you? I'm trying to eat more healthily bc I haven't been doing a very good job of that lately, and I struggle with vegetables tbh. I like the idea of a salad in theory but when I try it it's either bland or straight up acidic (looking at you, lettuce). I don't mind making it "more unhealthy", veggies are still veggies. I just want to be able to eat them without the experience being absolutely miserable 🥲

as always sending you good vibes! I always enjoy seeing you on my dash! have a lovely week!! 💞

hi anon, it' good to see you again! I've been super busy lately, mostly work stuff. we're gearing up for a big deadline and so the meetings and the business travel have ramped up. my flight home on friday got super delayed and I got in late, and i think it's a sign that I'm getting older because the late night really threw off my whole weekend. I had plans to get out and explore but i just bummed around for 2 whole days, which was admittedly pretty nice.

I totally feel you on the busy work stuff being both a blessing and a curse. work was a great distraction for me when I needed it but lol I wish it came without all the stress and the pressure and the rest. it sounds like you're hanging in there, and I am sending lots of good vibes your way! looking on the bright side is SO HARD but ughhh it's one of those things I've found actually pays off. I hope work stays relatively chill for you.

and yay for summer! (it's my favorite time of year). dresses are the best! it's always so fun to break out the summer wardrobe. i've been living in long flowy skirts for a few weeks now!

okay salads! I love tasty salads. I should probably preface this with the confession that i genuinely enjoy vegetables. but i hope you can still find some of this useful. my biggest issue with salads was that i'm lazy and also hate spoiled browning salad mix, so those were the two big problems i was looking to solve for myself. i'll put my process in bulletpoionts because i love bulletpoints.

chopping the lettuce! game changer.

baby spinach stays fresh the whole week. also i can use it in morning fruit smoothies to get extra veggies.

i chop all my veggies (usually red bell pepper, cucumber, tomatoes, feta cheese) at the beginning of the week because i'm lazy. also, i roast extra veggies at dinner and use the leftovers in my salads for variety

i supplement fresh veggies with canned: heart of palm, artichokes, baby corn, roasted red peppers

carbs in the salad! couscous, pearl couscous, orzo, rice. it makes it more fun and gives good texture

also beans! (omg butter beans in salad is amazing!). canned because i'm lazy

crispy tortilla strips! yum

for protein, i braise a batch of chicken thighs and shred them up , and pop them in the salad as needed. also i keep grocery store frozen fried chicken in the freezer for if I run out of fresh.

i don't like completely cold salads so i gently reheat the chicken before i use it to give it some temperature variation

homemade tahini lime salad dressing because it's delicious. also I will 100% take the leftover salad dressings from catered work lunches.

I guess that's a longwinded way of saying that i make sure to actually put stuff I like eating in my salads. I switch things up for variety, but the combo of chopped lettuce, carbs, protein, veggies and a good dressing goes a long way. tbh, a good dressing is 100% the most important part of a good salad. I stopped buying those crappy low fat salad dressings because they taste like cardboard. I either make my own or splurge on the nice full fat ones and use them in moderation.

good luck with your salads! i've definitely felt a lot more energetic since i got better about eating more fruits/vegetables. (granted, some of that might also be the vitamin supplements I started taking on the advice of my doctor.) i hope it works for you!

thanks for stopping by, I was wondering how you were doing and I'm so glad to hear the updates!

#yes feta cheese is now a vegetable. don't @ me #also it adds a nice pop of good saltiness to a salad #i'm so sorry this got so long i just really like salads #long post #food mention #anonymous #stopping by anon #thanks for the ask!

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m-i-s-a-n-t-r-o-p · 1 year ago

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✨4/11/23✨

things i did for school today

- finally organised my study materials and made a study plan for the next two months (i am kind of overwhelmed by the amount of things i have to do but i’ll take it one day at a time and everything will be ok)

- studied physics with my friend and understood a chapter i did not understand before

- finished my 3D model homework, i just have to convert it to pdf and send it to my professor for a final evaluation

- took some notes for architecture class

- found study materials for a really complicated class about technology and i am both really happy about the information in there and really terrified of how many pages i’ll have to read through :’)

selfcare moments

- laughing with my friend about how dumb we both are regarding physics

- talking to my other friend

- going to get my packages (finally some comfortable clothes from vinted!)

- having a nice cup of tea

- listening to good music

- cleaned my room!!!

what i’m grateful for

- my boyfriend

- my friends

- motivation to study

- my school’s open hours (it’s open till midnight even during weekends!)

- warm clothes

- music

- my roommates (we decided to do secret santa and i’m so excited about it<3)

tasks i’d like to do tomorrow

- study physics (again lol)

- draw some sketches for my studio project

- either take some notes for classes where i’m falling behind or start my essay for descriptive geometry

- go grocery shopping

how i felt today

well today was weird but a good kind of weird. i was all over the place and at times i felt so nervous about all the things i have to do, especially because i feel like i’m running out of time (november coming so unexpectedly made me look back at what i’d done si far and i realised i wasn’t all that productive as i probably should have been). but i met up with my friend (who i feel might become my best friend pretty soon! she’s just so amazing and we laugh a lot and the vibe is just so warm and nice) and studied and i’m also spending the night with my boyfriend so it’s not all that bad in the end. remember to cherish the people in your life, they can help make the burden of living life a little bit easier to bear🫶🏻

🎧tonight is the night i die - palaye royale

✍🏻if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more

peaceeee aaaand looooveeee

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stargirlfics · 2 years ago

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keeping you in my thoughts, dear friend (and sending this to tell you how loved you are!!) I am so sorry things have been tough. I hope you’re being kind to yourself, staying hydrated and maybe taking a little snack break 💕 I get so anxious often, not sure if this will help but sometimes taking some time for a hobby (that doesn’t allow my mind to wander) helps me, a little bit. Along with spending some time with some comfort shows. Sending you lots of love - I hope you know how amazing you are!

I made a lil pic for you - because we all know we’re not above memeing the old man:

Oh Jess 🥺 this made me very emotional and I really appreciate you saying such lovely things and just thinking of me at all 💗💗💗 it really has been tough this week, I’ve been anxious about my place in people’s lives and worried I don’t really matter or belong, and I know that’s just my brain being mean to me but it really does make a huge difference to hear that I’m loved especially from someone I admire and have come to be so fond of in friendship so thank you for this sweet message and oh my gosh you made me an Alfred meme!!! And it’s so pretty!!! You know I love a good view of his side profile lol! Thank you wow! 🥺😍

I think I’m going to spend some time with some comfort movies tonight yes that’s a good idea! and spoil myself with extra love where I can, I’m doing my best to take care of myself like remembering to eat and drink water and stuff even when it’s hard and I just want to stay curled up in a ball lol 🫶🏾 I’ve been reading over this message for the last hour and it’s been soothing to do and I just love you and adore you and hope you know how amazing and cherished you are too!

Thank you a million times, I really needed to hear this and I just really appreciate that you care about me and are my friend. I’m saving that meme immediately!!! 🥰💌 sending you a warm hug and good vibes for your weekend too!

#hoping I can come out of the fog soon <3 I’m getting there I think!#thank you for everything #jess⚡️#asks

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*has a small heart attack upon reading that you're reading my fic* OH, you were the guest leaving a kudo the last time?! Okay, I'm curious about your opinion *sits like on needles*

Good that Collins wasn't in the top 10, God I swear, I am not someone who hates musicians, but Phil Collins is a big exception. I hate this guy 😂

"OH LORD!!! That Zeppelin concert with Phil was a disaster…. I feel sorry for every person that was present at that concert." - oh Christ, that's harsh, but my bestie's reaction wasn't any better!

I have to disagree, but it's only because I don't like Collins' music. I've never seen anything interesting in it, and I'm not saying it because I don't like him. I was tiny when I watched "Brother Bear" and as much as I always loved music in movies I've watched, I couldn't get into this one. Years later (now) I know why.

DO! OMG, "In the City" is such a good album! "Art School", "Slow Down", "Batman Theme", "In The City", best songs from this one, I'm telling you - the drummer, Christ, the drummer does his job so well!

I would love to give you recommendations for "Red Rose Speedway", but it's a similar case to "Quadrophenia". I would have to dump a list of every song off this album, I love it this much!

I HADN'T SEEN MV TO "SO LONELY", I'M GONNA WATCH IT NOW! This was so random, hahahahaha, Stewart literally got the goal to hit as many things with his drumsticks as he could, hahahahaha. But there's also the "Don't Stand so Close to Me" mv and the moment with that stepladder. I keep wondering why Stewart climbed it 😂

Oh, your interpretation of "The Bike" makes so much sense! Especially if the music had to recreate the LSD effects. Yeah, the music is weird, but I do have three songs I like from Pink Floyd's first album. They are: "Lucifer Sam", "The Gnome" and "Scarecrow" - guess they are the most normal ones. But I also remember listening to "Interstellar Overdrive" and God, I couldn't listen to it. I've send it to my bestie, her head started hurting and then she send it to her boyfriend, saying "he'll like this, he loves such weird shit" and a few hours later I got a thank you from him, because he loved it 😂

Simon and Garfunkel were not chill towards each other? How come, tell me more! "Child of divorce", that's a good one 😂

Could be actually - what a cute photo of Bolan tho! "Get It On" is such a vibe, omg, I might actually start listening to T.Rex after this srs!

Way to go, Zombies, choosing a name that they didn't know the meaning of. I'll check the song this weekend and let you know my opinion on it. In the meantime, could you perhaps give me some more recommendations by them?

I see that you're a big fan of Rory, even putting him on the list higher than Jimmy Page, damn. Could you give me recommendations of his songs to listen to as well?

Oooohhh, I would recommend to write a fic with Rory. I take it that you want to write a self-insert with him? If so then go for it. I'm speaking from experience as I took first steps in writing self-inserts stories more than a year ago and honestly, writing self-inserts with your favorite musician is so fun!

My weekend was not so good. I have a lot on my head to do on university and while Saturday was all okay, I had a breakdown at Sunday. Cried three times, felt sadness during the entire day. The only good things happening at Sunday were: time spend with mom, downloading albums on my phone and making "Surf Jam" my ringtone 💜

How about you? How was your weekend? And do you have any plans for Christmas, perhaps?

I have no other artists I listen to, I'm sorry 😂

Okay, so I'm finally on vacations!!!!

I don't know why but when you said "Years later (now) I know why." I imagined you like this

The Gnome is such a happy song. "He'll"he'll like this, he loves such weird shit" A man of culture, I see. hahahahhahaha

I just listened to "Red Rose Speedway". What an amazing album. I can see why you like it that much!!! Paul never disappoints. Now I'm on my way to listen to The Jam

Simon and Garfunkel. They met at a very young age in high school and started their career at that time. They had some singles playing on the radio and, you know, having big dreams. Together on stage, they have this beautiful connection, they're good together. Their harmonization is one of the ones I like the most in music. But what I remember, what started their friction was that Simon dropped a solo single and Garfunkel was mad about it. Even years later he was still mad about it.

Although both composed the songs and the music, in my opinion, Simon was the one more focused on music, because at some point (If I'm not wrong) after their single for the film The Graduate, Garfunkel got movie roles. They were heading in different directions. That's why "Bridge Over Troubled Water" is their final album. From time to time, they had some comebacks, but only for special events. But just that, they still had arguments about the past. They toured together 2 more times, but working together on a new album was a big NO for both of them.

Okay, from The Zombies the songs I recommend you, are:

Sumertime

The Way I Feel Inside

Beechwood Park

This Will Be Our Year

Time Of The Season

Can't Nobody Love You

What More Can I Do

It's Alright With Me

Maybe After He's Gone

From Rory:

A Million Miles Away

Shadow Play

Easy Come, Easy Go

They Don't Make Them Like You Anymore

Follow Me

Bad Penny

Just The Smile

Wave Myself Goodbye

Moonchild

Laundromat

Do You Read Me

And for the fic!! Yes!! I really like the self-insert fics. I'll try to do it! mybe a one-shot.

I know how it feels to have a breakdown and hope that you're doing better by now. It's okay to cry, it helps to get out many things. So I send you a lot of hugs and never give up. Better days are coming!

My last three days of working were weird. I felt like they were very long days. But, winter break has started!! So I'm enjoying my time sleeping longer hahahhahaha. For Christmas, we often go to celebrate it at my mom's family side. Everyone brings food to share like tamales, chicharron, asado, carne asada, etc..., we always play loteria, so we must bring presents for the winners.

What about you? What do you do on Christmas with your family?

#classic rock #secret rock santa #anon #secret santa #srs24

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