#she's so. ouff

[vorgoth]

i have taash brain worms

[10underoot2]

I love this pictures cause look at this little doll knowing she's the most adorable thing to exist on the planet. She also has the security that she is indeed loved immensely by her parents. So smug I love it. Here's to a life of love for you baby Baekhong!

[rebelwithoutabroom]

mannn poor shubble

[writersdrug]

waitress reader’s reaction to bartender Ghost getting hit on by someone they think is more attractive?

Oh, she would be so so jealous.

You're wiping down your table, standing on your tippy-toes to reach the middle of the high-top, when you spot the receipt tucked in between the sugars and the pepper. Another successful, big tip, and you're tucking your rag into your server apron and jogging across the floor to share your victory with Simon - when you spot her.

She's sitting at the bar; perfect, blonde waves of her hair cascading down her upper back. She's stylish, wearing a green, corduroy jacket and skinny jeans, wedges on her perfectly manicured feet. Her ankles are crossed politely on the edge of the barstool, her back is arched with perfect posture, and you just know her boobs are a ten out of ten, even though you're facing her back. She's definetly taller than you, you can see that while she's sitting down.

You're so jealous you're probably steaming - and the worst part about it is Ghost. He's not giving her the gruff, unbothered attitude he usually gives everyone at the bar - far from it. He's leaning back against the liquor shelf, eyes crinkled in what you can only assume is a flirtatious smile, hands gripping the counter to flex those goddam Greek-god muscles. He listens to her as she prattles on, laughing at everything and anything he has to say (he just asked if she needed more napkins. Why the fuck is that so funny?!)

Truthfully, he's over this chick. He's the same as you, playing up his charm to keep those tips rolling in - but this girl is exhausting. Always laughing, kinda daft, talks like she's the only woman on the planet... his muscles are tense as he fights the urge to throw his rag at her, he's grimacing behind his mask, teeth clenching to hold back an annoyed groan and god does she ever shut the fuck up-

He notices you, standing in the middle of the restaurant floor, pen tucked into your hair, with flyaways sprouting from your scalp like fireworks, chin slightly jutted out in a pout. Your hands are balled into fists at your sides - you're choking your notepad to death, and you have the nastiest, most adorable look on your face that Simon's ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He scoffs, folding his arms over his chest. "Doin' alright, luv?"

You blink at him, and he has to hold back a snort. The girl turns around to you - great. She's hot, too.

"Oh- hey..." she grabs her ramekin from her dish and holds it out to you. "Is there more ketchup?"

You glare at her for a few moments, not bothering to hide your distaste for her. Simon's about to get it himself, but you snatch the ramekin from her and storm past the kitchen door with a "lemme see."

Ghost furrows his brow at your irate behavior. He wonders if one of the customers gave you a hard time; he politely excuses himself from the woman (thank fuck, she's getting exhausting) and goes to check on you in the kitchen.

"-ye need a feckin' wot now?!"

"I need you to fill a ramekin with half ketchup and half tobasco!"

"Ye got hot sauce oan all th' bloody tables!"

"I need you to do it!"

Ghost chuckles to himself, putting the pieces together. He isn't blind - he recognizes that green-eyed monster anywhere, lord knows he's felt it too. Makes his chest ouff up a bit, seeing you get all ruffled and grumpy over him. It also makes him feel a bit better about fussing over you, when his patrons try to win you over. Guess we both have double standards.

You walk back out, smiling at the woman and handing her the ramekin back. "You got the last of the ketchup! Enjoy!" And, with a cheeky grin, you walk back off to tend to your tables.

She looks at Simon and he shrugs. "Looks like ya got lucky."

[sleeperton]

If at all possible could you have ragatha holding/comforting little pomni because she upset/scared/tired I just love little pomni and art with ragatha holding her ❤💙

"I'm sorry your first day here had to be so... Terrible."

ouff... This turned out more angsty than expected, but I hope you like it regardless, anon! Poor Pomni, it must suck to suddenly be in a completely new place without any memory of who you were, but know you're far from home.

While agere helps with coping sometimes, it sucks when you experience those times wherein it doesn't. It's a quite common statement, but it's okay to not be okay. Sometimes, the only thing that helps is for sometime to be there while you process strong emotions, and it's alright. At the end of the day, you're only human. <3

Phew! Got a bit wordy there, hope I didn't bore ya. Thank you for requesting, Anon! I had a lot of fun drawing this, 'specially the lineart and background. If anyone would like to know, I've recently gotten this song stuck playing on loop in my head, so I drew this request with that song in mind!

[rae-pottah]

I Just Stood There.

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Rossi's daughter! reader

Y/n = your name

L/n = your last name

Warnings: she/her pronouns, shitty writing?,fluff.

Summary: after embarrassing herself in front of her crush, Y/n rants to Penelope, bad idea.

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*Y/n's POV*

Hanging out with my dad's coworkers was fun. Except when it came to my tiny little small incy weenie crush on Dr. Spencer Reid... And I think everyone knows...

⏪⏪⏪⏪⏪

Meeting the BAU team was a blast! I had been coming by to see my dad, seeing as how we don't spend much time together anymore.

First I bumped into SSA Derek Morgan, and Tech nerd Penelope Garcia:

"He-llo, momma!" said Morgan

"Don't scare her away already hot stuff!" Penelope hit his arm "Hi honey bunches, I'm Penelope, this is Derek, who are you? Are you a newbie?"

"Haha! No, I'm Y/n, I'm here to see my father!" I laugh, they looked confused

Next, SSA Jennifer Jareau (otherwise known as JJ) and SSA Emily Prentiss

"Who's this?" JJ asks Garcia

"This is Y/n, she's here to see her father!" Garcia tells her, confused. None of them letting me speak JJ asks

"Who's her father?" With a confused face as well

"Wh-" Garcia starts to ask me a question when my Father, and Uncle Aaron walked in

"UNCLE AARON!" I ran up to him and jump hugged him

I could see my dad off to the side holding his arms open with a playful confused/hurt look on his face, looking from side to side

"No hug for dear old dad, no sirey, just here for the money" he said sarcastically to no one

"Glad you know" I joked, and gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek

"So I have lunch I was hoppiii-" I stuttered off as I watched a beautiful man, a genius, a fluffy haired, angelic, smart, kind man walk by me, his name

Doctor Spencer fuckin Reid

"Aaand she's gone" my dad said bringing me back to reality, now noticing everyone smiling at me, him not even noticing I'm here put his stuff down at his desk

"Wwwhat his papers are insanely good" I whispered looking at my shoes

"Well, I'd still like to know what the hell is going on?!" Morgan asks

"This is one of my daughters from my second marriage" he finishes the sentence with a kiss to my head

"Also I already knew your names, my father has prepared me well" I laughed

"Huh and I guess you know pretty boy?" Morgan asks with a smirk, still working at his desk (I'd have to meet him later) I nodded quickly with a blush

"I think she knows him more than she knows any of you, and she's actually met you guys now" my father answers, while everyone starts "oouu" -ing and laughing, I just blushed with my head down

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I eventually met Spencer when everyone came to our house for a cook out, walking backward with a chair isn't a good idea when you can't see behind you.

"OUFF" hit a wall, wait... walls don't make noises

I put the chair down and turn around "OH MY GoD, Im So SorRy" my voice cracked as I spoke to the man in front of me "Are you okay?" I asked

"Haha yeah I'm fine, it was my fault anyway, I wasn't looking where I was going. You're Y/n right?" I instantly blushed

"y-yeah I am, Doctor Spencer Reid, if I'm not incorrect?"

"yes!" He smiled, absolutely beautiful. He helped me move the chair and we talked slightly, me stuttering the entire time.

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Again visiting my father at work, today was gonna be a good day.

I was getting ready to turn the corner to my fathers office when I ran into someone

"Sor- oh hi" it's like his ears were hurting, why do I have to run into you while I'm thinking about what a domesticated you would look like

"Hi, how are you?" He must have just woke up because his voice was deep as hell, and he had dark circles under his beautiful brown eyes

"-hi-" I couldn't think of anything else to say, I walked away quickly

"Hey can we go for lunch?" I asked my dad quickly

"Sorry kid, we got a case" disappointing but at least I can talk to Garcia alone (we've become good friends)

A while after they left:

I just walked straight into Garcia's office

"I SAID HI, TWICE" I said terrified

"Woah woah woah, what are we flipping out about" she looked very concerned

"I said hi twice! We bumped into each other and I said 'oh hi' and he said 'hi, how are you?' And I JUST SAID HI AGAIN?! WHY DOES HE HAVE TO REDUCE MY IQ TO 3?!"

"Wai- you mea-" I cut her off

"Spencer! Yes! Duh! Why does he have to be so hot and smart and adorable, I mean have you read his paper on quantum physics?! Only a perfect man could be that smart and THAT HOT!" I flopped on the couch in her bat cave

"Okay, baby doll, please don't be mad at me, I tried to tell you!" Only then did I look down to see the little red light being produced from the phone

"No."

"Yes." She said in a sorry voice

"Who are you on the phone with?" I asked nervously

"Oh! Actually hotch!"

"I'm not afraid to remove your knee caps Uncle Aaron." I said dangerously

"I'll help her hide the body!" Garcia shouted

"Ha.Ha. you want the bad news or good news?"

We stayed quiet

"Okay bad news is, the entire time Garcia's been on speaker, including the time that you ranted about boy genius, also bad news I'm sitting around everyone"

I could have cried until he said

"Good news is, is he can't stop smiling"

"EA" I let out a small yelp from Garcia nudging me and the information.

"You'll have to wait till we get back to ask her out, Rossi quit death staring him, you already knew, here's your fifty"

I ran out of the room and home, soon enough a couple days later there was a knock at my apartment door

[sillymuses]

@teapotgremlin

She may or may not have been so focused on following that bot and keeping her eye on it that Kimiko ended up smacking right into the pole. Ouff. How embarrassing. Thank goodness no one was around to see that, right?

[sugarydolli]

dilf!leon (easter special!!)

Today was Easter, meaning white bunny mascots, rainbowed colored dyed eggs, and a hefty dinner for your little family, that you hoped to prepare before your husband got home. Though, the smaller version of the red head you married had other plans.

You carefully plopped each boiled egg into the separate colorful mixture that reeked of vinegar and food coloring as the small child beside you loomed over each cup fervently staring at the eggs. 

"How long does it take for them to turn mama?" pale blue orbs brighten as they peer up at you, hoping for a short time as a response.

"Just a few minutes, baby." using tongs to pull up the last few eggs in the pot, hot steam drifting in your face, dunking them into a bath of ice water. Keys jingle outside the thick front door followed by the clicking and rattling of the lock before a lean figure appears in your doorway, letting in the cold air. 

And just like that Leah was gone from your side and had already jumped into her fathers arms, earning a dramatic ouff!! from Leon, barely being able to set down his gear from practice.

"Hows my two favorite girls doin'!" 

"Good, just finished coloring the eggs—" plucking one egg from the vibrant yellow mixture, the shell replicating the color. "Leah, you can put the stickers on the eggs now." continuing to pull the rest of the now colored eggs into a small bowl, fully expecting your daughter to let out a squeal of excitement to start decorating them, but you quickly turn your head towards her as that never came.

"Leah?"

"bunny.." was all that left her lips, eyes completely hyper focused on something outside the door. Confusion panned on both yours and Leon's face until the culprit came-well, hopped into view. A small white ball of fur stood still on your porch, long ears twitching as it appeared to be chewing on grass. 

her little legs kicked and thrashed, managing to somehow climb over her father and dart out the door towards the poor animal. The slow blinking creature scurried off from the toddler sprinting at it in full force. 

"Ah-shit—Wait! Leah!" He tries to jog after her—again tries as the kid can run a marathon without being even the slightest bit out of breath. The adrenalin coursing through her giving her the boost she needed to keep up with a damn rabbit. All you could do is pinch your nose bridge at the scene, dirt starting to cover Leon as he fell for the nth time trying to catch Leah who has ran into and out of the bushes, sticks starting to gather in her hair. But there was also something so calming about it, the warm glow of the sunset as the day wanes and the rippling laughter from your child can't help but fill all the crevices of your body with a pleasant almost fluffy feeling.

♡ ୨୧ ♡

Miraculously, she caught it. Diving forward and rolling onto her back as she held up the rabbit squirming in her grip. In turn Leon—who nearly fell again in the process—caught up to Leah, hooking his hands under her pits, firmly placing her on his hip. 

"Mind tellin' me—" Leon stood there for a minute, chest heaving rigorously, vermillion curls sticking to his forehead. "When are we gonna put this kid in track!" He breathes out, nearly gasping for air with each word.

"Look mama I caught it!" Rosy cheeks stretching from ear to ear, beaming, as she shows off the clearly terrified animal. 

"Of course you did, sweetie—" a warm smile accompanied your face but your eyes filled your thoughts with dread just thinking of how hard it'll be to untangle her hair before school tomorrow.

"Can I keep it!"

No?.. is what you'd like to say—what you should say to your child trying to bring a wild animal into the house. 

But as huge bright blue orbs filled with delight and another pair looking down with nothing love, your heart turned on you. A breath your lungs been holding in for while finally pushes past your lips. 

"What do you wanna name him Leah?"

high pitched giggles fall out her mouth as she sets her new 'pet' down, the rabbit hopping around the living room with Leah not far behind.

"You serious about this?"  

"Hell no." 

／(＞×＜)＼*.⋆｡˚

[prince-toffee]

Green Copper Flame

"Hey what's up Marines, it's ya girl Marine The Raccoon back at it again with another video! Last time we tried Magnesium, in this video we're gonna try out Copper, and see what colour the flame is."

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The video sharply cut to the footage of Blaze asleep and snoring in her royal bed, her hair a mess, one strand even making its way into the cat's wide open mouth. Marine approached quietly, a finger against her lips, gesturing to the phone camera to be quiet as if speaking to the audience. The young racoon knew that her mentor's super-senses were unparalleled, she could hear a heart beat miles away and tell you who it belonged to. The fact that she hadn't slept for the two previous days due to mountains of paperwork helped the sly gremlin to move undetected. The fact that she managed to get this far was a miracle, opening the door to Blaze's room, sneaking in, unheard of. Mari stepped lightly on her toes. One hand holding the phone trying to hold everything in frame, the other holding a cylindrical container already unscrewed. And poured the contents of the container onto Blaze's head; a dark bronze powder, copper powder to be exact.

Just then Marine froze, a noise emanated from the cat, she was stiring up. Groggy, Blaze half opened one eye to investigate and found her easily-excitable apprentice's big ol' eyes glaring at her. "Wha-" Before the Princess could fully regain consciousness Marine enacted her contingency plan.

"Wake up sleepy head! It's-- uh-- your Birthday! Happy Birthday!!"

"...Today's not my b--"

Just then something else stirred around and up, hidden under the bed covers Marine hadn't noticed when she snuck in - The covers were pushed back and Silver's head popped out, also only half-conscious, with dark eyes bags and a bonette holding his quills. "Who's Birthday is it?" He asked still asleep.

Marine covered her mouth with her hand instinctively trying to hid her huge Chris Pratt Parks'n'Rec Pikachu face. But no such luck, she burst out cackling. Blaze suddenly became aware of the camera and the fact that she was being recorded. Her pupils dilated, oh no. If the puplic saw this. "MAH-REEN!!!" The young racoon sprinted away.

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Footage cut to later, Marine sat at dinner table with view of Blaze annoyed, rummaging through her royal handbag. "I spilled lipstick in your Valentino bag."

"YOU SPILLED--UWA!?GHWAH!?AGAW?!!HA-- LISPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG!?!?!!!??!!" Blaze roared in fury, in pure rage. Right on queue, as a physical manifestation of her emotions flames burst up from Blaze's head, ponytail, and shoulders. Marine burst out laughing again, so hard that she actually fell off her chair, and began to roll on the floor. It took Blaze a second to release, she turned to look at the closest mirror and there it was; her head, burning a green copper flame.

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The shower head was on, the ponytail hairband was discarded off somewhere, Silver had emptied an entire lavender scented shampoo bottle onto Blaze's head, and was in the midst of massaging slash rubbing it into the Princess' hair. Blaze had stuck her head into the shower stream once more scrubbing it again and again.

"I think that's it." He said.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. I think you burned most of it off... And we're out of shampoo."

"Which one was it?"

"The ugh--" Squint, "Lavender. Ouff, I need glasses." He moved his pointing finger and a towel journeyed across the bathroom into Blaze's hands coated in green aura. Blaze dried her head best she could and hanged the towel on her shoulders. "At least you smell nice now." He remarked trying to find a 'silver' lining.

She sighed, "You always take her side." She sounded unamused.

"That's why I'm her favourite." He kissed her on the forehead.

[omarrudberg-confessions]

What's your favourite omar song

anon, how dare u ask me that question😭

I genuinely love his songs, but I think my favourite probably depends on my mood.

I love Yo Dije Ouff bcos it was the first non-Young Royals song by Omar that I couldn't stop listening to.

At the moment, it's summer here so She Fell in Love in the Summer is up there too.

Dum is ALWAYS up there!! And I have a soft spot for Höj ett glas,

Recently, I've really really been into Que Pasa, La Mesa and Om om och om igen.....

I think I'll stop there 😂😂

[10underoot2]

Faithful Lovers

This scene has become one of my favourite things to exist.

I love this scene for the rawness and openess of conversation. It's both of them telling each other with so much conviction why they need the other to see their perspective. It's vulnerable, it's beautifully done, it's art.

The pain in the hug is so palpable but so is the comfort. It's so hard to see her trying to add distance between them - before Hyunwoo pulls her into his embrace - cause she can.not.be.swayed.by.him. Does Hyunwoo apologise for putting her in a situation like this? For not realising just how much she has to lose? Or for being selfish begging her to say yes to this surgery?

Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me want to live. I won't be able to recognize you. I'll become a stranger.

First things first, thank you Kim Jiwon for that delivery. It killed me emotionally, made me cry and want to hug you even more. Protect this beautiful smoll bean at all costs.

Notice how one of the major things that keeps breaking her resolve is him. His love. His understanding. His physical being. Yet the only thing stopping her from living is also him . His memories. His love. Him.

When he tries to convince her that she will fall in love with him again her little head shake says 'But it won't be the same.' I love how it isn't written off as Oh I know I'll be able to love you. She has doubts. So many of them. I think just the idea that she could wake up and lose her ability to love him is unbearable to her. What if she can't love with the same intensity? Not feel what she feels right this moment? What if she looks into his eyes after the surgery and feels like she would rather forget him than die? Haein knows how much Hyunwoo's put into ensuring she lives yet she rather experience that love than throw it all away on a chance.

But Hyunwoo is defiant. He's not taking no for an answer. He can't anymore. He hates that she won't listen to him. That she's having doubts. Isn't it common sense? He'll be there. They'll figure it all out. She'll be alive. It's such an interesting and logical perspective to have 'as long as there is life anything can happen.' because once she's dead that's it.. it's the end. But if she's alive, the possibility and capacity of love still exists.

Even if you don't fall for me, ignore me or dislike me I'll still be there for you through it all. Why doesn't this kid understand that's exactly why she can't agree to it. She can't bear the possibility of that happening.

I think Hyunwoo shines when he says 'I made a promise. That I'd be by your side even if there's a debt or something more. So don't worry and just stay here please.'

Notice how this is directly in contrast with what she says right at the beginning 'We make promises in good times thinking they'll never end.' But Hyunwoo remembers and he's willing to be there through it all.

Don't pray about dying. I'm terrified it'll come true.

She's praying to die. Let that sink in. For a man who believes enough to pray for her to be saved, when her death is so imminent - almost a fact, this is indeed terrifying. I feel his fear and pain. Good grief, she's praying to die when there's such a big possibility of exactly that. She accepted her fate and he's willing to fight tooth and nail to change it. It's a tesimtiment to how many times he's spent thinking of a life without her. He's convincing her to rid of their memories. I know he's aware of exactly what it means. The chances they're taking but the idea of not seeing her again is so unbearable for him.

I love Haein's strong mindedness. She didn't budge. Her last look for me read 'I get it. I get it all but just no. I can't lose you. Please don't cry and make this harder. Don't make me want to live.' and with that she hardens her heart as she steps away and takes her hand from him.

While this man, ouff this man. Can we take a moment to appreciate the sheer desperation on his face. After she signals no again he's so helpless. 'Please, please see me and live, if only for me. I cannot fathom this earth without you.' Seriously, we all need to take a minute to appreciate his desperation throughout this scene. The woman that he loves, his ideal women won't agree to stay alive because she loves him too deeply. Just writing this hurts me.

It's interesting this scene works because by now we know where they both stand in this episode. For me, the reason this scene shines is the vulnerability - the two of them having this extremely open and confrontational confession. When scenes like this are executed and written well it creates everlasting frames like this.

Also they both suck at praying. If you're praying just pray to keep her alive and keep her memories intact. Why are they picking and choosing? It's not like God has a limit to what he can do. Truly nonsense prayers from both of them. 🙃

Gif credits: @jcpostsobsessions and @seawherethesunsets

[missmeganlee]

‼️Announcing the Omar Rudberg Song Contest‼️

In this series of polls Omar's songs will go head to head in a bracket style tournament until an ultimate winner is decided. All polls will be tagged #omar rudberg song contest and will be posted every other day on my blog.

I plan on posting each poll at 4pm EST and then reposting at 10am EST and again an hour before voting closes (3pm EST) so that everyone can get a reminder to vote before the 24 hour voting period closes.

I tried as best I could to make the matches as even as possible going off of how the songs sound sonically compared to each other, as well as language, vibes (upbeat, mid-tempo, latin influence, etc.), and lyrics. The first round of song match-ups goes as follows:

Yo Dije OUFF vs. Alla Ba OUFF 

Mi Casa Su Casa vs. Moving Like That 

Mi Casa Su Casa (slowed down)  vs. Mi Casa Su Casa (sped up)

Mi Casa Su Casa (Omar’s edit) vs. I’m So Excited (live)

I’m So Excited (club version) vs. I’m So Excited (addition version)

It Takes a Fool vs. Symphony

La Mesa vs. Todo di Ti

Om om och om igen vs. Coast Side

In the Sunrise vs. Como Ayer

Pull Up vs. Que Pasa

Que Puedo Hacer? vs. På min telephone toda la noche

Läppar vs. Dale Bye

Jag e nån annan vs. Du är där

She Fell in Love in the Summer vs. Mama

Nakna vs. Call Me by Your Name

La Inconditional (Benjamin’s version) vs. La Inconditional (OMR version)

Dum vs. Breathe

The rest of the match ups will be determined by how everyone votes! I'm so excited to start this!

[orion-lacroix]

"Don't listen to me, listen to them" & "is this normal?"

This was meant as angst, like wholy angst but it kinda turned to fluff/a joke so I might past the angst one when I'm not so tired

Warnings: nothing, there is a little arguing but nothing else

Shouting came from the living room where Ellen and her friends were playing game when Ellen's mother heard shouting. It was Martin talking or arguing with another of their friend.

"Don't listen to me, you want to do whatever and die trying then you can go and do what they want! Die a fool like you lived!" They said loudly, almost shouting and an argument broke out while Ellen sneaked ouff to get more snack. Martin was standing up, pointing at another friend and they continued to talk while the others watched.

Ellen's mother tapped on her shoulder to get her attention as she walked by.

"Is this normal or do I need to intervene?" She worried, giving a look toward the arguing people.

"Oh no it's fine, mom don't worry it's part of the game. We're all theater kids so it is bound to get a little dramatic but as long as nobody smashes their hot chocolate cup on the floor we're okay." Ellen laughed as she spoke but it did nothing to reassure her mother.

She knew she would never get used to seeing how they created entire stories with little metal figurines, dices and a handrawn map.

[greazyfloz]

Lust or Love - Chapter 3

Other Chapters

I woke up the next morning with the sun shining brightly into my room. I rub my eyes and look over the the empty spot in bed beside me. I sigh then roll my eyes as I slowly make my self get out of bed, before walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Surprisingly I don’t have a headache from last night, I thought with the amount of liquor I had last night I would definitely be sore this morning.

After brushing my teeth from and getting rid of that morning after liquor taste in my mouth I made my way downstairs and sat on the couch joining Tori and Kali as they watch tv. Both girls smirk at me as I took as seat on the couch before Kali spoke up, 

“So…”

“So what?”

“You and hockey boy looked like you two were enjoying yourselves last night” Kali says and I roll my eyes

“I think it’s good you had another guy come over” Tori says, “Fuck Kyle!”

“Yeah, it was nice but I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again” I say chuckling

“Why?!” Kali and Tori both ask me dramatically, making me chuckle again.

“He wasn’t here this morning when I woke up” I say and neither of the two girls respond but both look at me with an upsetting look on their face, “Don’t look at me like, he is a hockey boy. I know what they are like” I say shaking my head and standing from the couch. I make my into the kitchen and look in the fridge to see it basically empty, “What did you guys have for breakfast?” I yell out into the other room

“Nothing yet, wanna go to the diner?” Kali responds

“I’m so down” Tori says as I walk back over to the room

“Sure, I’ll go check Bam and see if she wants to come” I say before making my way to Amber’s room. I knocked on the door and poked my head inside to see her playing on here phone under the blankets, “Hey we are going to the diner for breakfast, some greasy food might feel good” I say to her 

“Give me five minutes, I’ll be right down” she mutters

I went over to my room and took last nights makeup off and quickly put more on before brushing my hair and making my way back down the stairs. Amber followed me down the stairs soon after, then the 4 of us made our way to the dinner. The 4 of us laughed about stories from the night before as we drove to the diner. We entered and took our seats then continued laughing about last nights stories.

“So Y/n, Nick stayed late last night” Tori says, “I want all the details”

“I heard you two go up to your room” Kali says

“There really isn’t much to talk about” I say trying to hide my smile as I turn my head to the side

“Nothing my ass! You two fucked didn’t you?!” Tori says and Kali looks at me wide eyed. Amber was still feeling miserable from the night before so she is probably trying to concentrate of not throwing up instead of ingaging in the conversation

“Yeah” I laugh and the two girls start hooting

“Was it good?!” Kali asks, “When’s the last time you had sex, it hade to be good!”

“It was fine” I say, wanting to change the conversation. 

The girls pestered me with a few more questions before we begin talking about school and other things we need to do this week when the bell from the door opening catches my attention. The amount of times the bell ran and I didn’t look, but the one time I do I see Nolan, Jimmy, Keaton, and Nick walk into the diner. I turn my head before I could make eye contact with him and looked back at the girls. 

“Hockey boy?” Kali whispers to me

“Yeah” I say

We pretend to talk about random stuff as the group of guys were being escorted to their table. They followed the waitress and our table was in their path. Nolan noticed me and smiled followed by a “Hey!” but Nick who walked behind him continued walking without saying anything. Thankfully we are almost done eating so we would be out soon anyway

“Ouff” Kali says

“Who cares, you’re newly single! You’ll find someone better or multiple someones better to fuck” Tori says making me laugh. 

We finish up and then gather our things to leave after paying the bill. I stood and scootched out of the booth then followed the girls to the exit. When I reached the door, I turned back and saw Nick already looking back from where he was sitting facing the other way but watching me leave. We made eye contact for a quick second before I quickly turned away. 

To be honest, I didn’t know how I felt when I looked at him. I truly never thought there would be anybody in my life other than Kyle so I’m convinced it’s lust. On his end, the lust was there from the moment he saw me. He wasn’t shy but was obviously checking me out. It took me a while to gain that lustful feeling as well last night. The way he acts like he didn’t know me inside the diner has me wondering how much I had to drink last night, was I just dreaming? I know one thing though, seeing him makes me crave him.

[snowlupinwoodstories]

Time To Get Your Nails Did!

Say hi to Jeremey, the red eared slider who has a date with a caimen girl. He needs his claws done because he's been neglecting them!

Jeremey tapped his claws against his shirt covered shell out of nervousness. He couldn’t believe he’d planned a first date without being sure he’d found a proper turtle claw salon! His nails were dull and he was worried he might be close to having them crack or break off since he hadn’t spent time making sure to keep up on natural filing. Sure they were long and attractive, but it wouldn’t be good if they snapped off in the middle of the date. 

He did however find a salon that accepted walk-ins. He decided it was better to take the chance and get someone to touch up his nails the right way, rather than try and undo all the neglect at home. 

It was a small place, nestled between a Starbugs and a Chinese take-out. It had faux plants in the window, and advertised itself as a premier nail spa. Jeremey entered, the door causing an electronic ‘ding’ to ring out in the small space. It was filled to the brim with chatter, several of the nail techs talking amongst themselves, or to their clients, seeming to run at least two conversations at once. He tapped his nails against his shell again. All the techs were women, and all those getting their nails attended to were also women. 

At a turtle claw salon, or a claw salon in general would at least have one or two more masculine people at any time. He felt out of place, the bright lights showing off the soft pinks and yellows, the chatter, all of it reminded him this was not a place where he belonged. 

“How can I help you?” A voice called from the back of the store as an alligator snapping turtle moved down the center of the store to the front. 

Relief settled into Jeremey’s mind. Another turtle would at least understand what he was needing. Maybe this wasn’t a lost cause. “I’ve been kinda neglectful of my claw maintenance,” he told her. “I need some help,” he splayed his claws out, careful not to wiggle them so she didn’t think he was flirting with her. That would be awkward. “I have a date tonight.”

“Ouff, honey these need work,” she grabbed his wrist and pulled him over to an open station, pressing a button to fill the bowl with warm water. “Now why don’t you tell me about this date of yours.”

“Is she a nice girl with a large shell?” she chuckled as she began to scrub Jeremy’s claws, removing the dead worn bits, buffing them to the darkier more healthy color hiding underneath.

“Well, she doesn’t really have a shell,” Jeremey told the older turtle. “She’s a caiman. We met while at a Warhammerhead 40k tournament at the local game store. She whooped my ass, but really liked the paint job on my hound shark faction. She wanted to have dinner somewhere and get some painting pointers.”

“Oh, someone likes his girls big and scaly do they,” she guaffed, wiping down each claw with a soft towel, letting her get a better look at the poor cracked and worn talons. “Hmm, I’ve got my work cut out for me,” she muttered as she grabbed a bottle of oil and began rubbing it into the claws, helping to moisturize and bring shine back to the claws. 

“W-well maybe. I mean she’s really attractive,” He choked back, watching as her claws rubbed the oil into his claws in small deliberate circles. “And she’s really smart. I didn’t expect her acrobatic katshark specialist army to route me as well as it did.”

“Is this some type of video game?” the matronly alligator snapper asked slowly working her way over the claws. Her own claws never stopped moving, rubbing in the healing oil and helping to fill in the cracks and snags. 

“Not a video game. A tabletop war game. You buy the miniatures, the game pieces and paint them. Then you play the game with them,” he explained. “Each piece has its own rules and what they do. I just didn’t expect her army, which is made out of light weight models with gimmicks, would work so synergistically well against mine!”

“But she liked how you painted your pieces?” She put the oiled towel away, pulling out a very fine file and going carefully over areas that were damaged to further smooth the area. She’d re-apply the oil as she went making sure to lock in the moisture from the water in front of them.

“Oh yeah, she was really stoked that I’d done some really cool non-metallic metal, basically making the piece look like it was made of metal without using metallic paint. And the shading. Her army was cool too-she made her army bluegrey-orange-white calico! The amount of control you need on the brush to get those spots to not look like splotches is really difficult!”

“I see,” she stared off into the distance before asking, “Would you mind if I went a bit wild with the lacquer on your nails? I think I have a fun idea for your date!”

“Uhh, really just the clear lacquer is fine. It’s not like she knows turtle culture and I don’t want her to think I’m gay or something,” Jeremey pressed.

“Listen here!” She barked roughly grabbing his foot and pulling it towards her, “If she can’t handle a turtle with painted claws then turtles are too good for her. It's important to show them off, and may encourage you to spend extra time caring for them. “

She grabbed a white bottle of lacquer, and began brushing it on, the gray polish coating and sinking into the cracks and the rest of the claw, helping to protect and draw more attention. “You will feel better for it too, don’t let other ideas make you feel less of a person for honoring your heritage.”

Jeremey went silent, knowing better than to argue with an older matron about claw lacquer. He remembered his mother painting his claws red when he was a young hatchling, saying it brought out the red around his ears. Or when his mom and dad went on date nights, they’d both spend time lacquering each other’s claws in complementary colors. 

He watched silently as she applied the gray lacquer to every other claw, making it obvious that she was planning to build some type of two tone effect. “How did you paint your pieces?” she asked as she picked over her colors.

“Oh, my army is painted in a dark blue gray with white accents. Really hard to get right, he let slip out. 

“I see, then we’ll start with a dark blue lacquer,” she grabbed the bottle and began to tint the other claws. Once they were coated she switched back to the grey ones, coating them with a thin coat of bright white, thoroughly changing the color of the claws. She coated the blue ones with a thin coat of grey before switching to a much thinner brush, and that was where the artistry began. 

Orange and blue-gray spots nestled together on the white claws, and white tips and edges further tied the look together on the blue-gray claws.  A clear coat was applied at the end before she turned on a blue light and held it over his claws. “Just sit there a few minutes while I get your bill tallied,” she left him to grab an ancient calculator with paper printing out of it, typing each number with one claw at a time. 

Ten minutes went by and Jeremey couldn’t help but admire his claws. They were shiny, bright, the cracks were well hidden and they gave a lovely clack-clack sound whenever he tapped them. He was surprised that the snapper only charged him for a fill and buff, but when he tried to ask she simply said, “Go land that gator-girl!” she all but shoved him out the door, with an excited cackle.  

@bloobluebloo @standingpillar @doveghost @asordidbarwere @stoneshrike @saphoblin

[asmodeus-archives]

-Maylor Fic [Teaser for the fic]-

Au Fic - Queen as Camp Counselors At Ridge Farm Summer Camp, mostly a music camp but it has other camp activities and facilities <3

Maylor Summer Romance Fic, MULTI CHAPTER FIC PLANNED OUT!!! since summer isss up and coming, least for me anyway. Maylor is endgame despite the slow ass burn.

Also Jimercury is gonna be a massive ship in this as well, I would have done Deacury but can’t miss the opportunity, now there is SLIGHT deacury at times but Jimecury is the endgame as is Johnica (thought to give everyone the deets of the romances of this story before anything darlings! But the big ship is Maylor duhhh so most of any other ships are minor mentions <3!!

Now before I get an Excerpt out ! Little A/N (I know it’s bloody hated but)

My close friend (who really got me into Maylor in the first place) and I have been writing this for a while, and we are still in production of the first chapter which is around 9k words (beta reading,revising, redoing)

We plan to have the first actual chapter out by February 17,2024

It was HER idea to do this ‘teaser’ and I made the aesthetical ‘poster’ for our story.

(She regrettably will never get tumblr even if I BEG her to so o have to be stuck with this ugh /hj I love this)

But I hope you enjoy our work so far

-Campside Rendezvous Excerpt-

Brian’s hands faltered on the strings of his red guitar, flicking his eyes up at Jim and the blonde next to him, narrowing his eyes with a little smile on his lips, putting his hand out anyway for the blondie, “Didn’t think this was your type of show Roger.”

“Do you two know-“ Jim paused looking between them unsure of how Mr Beach hadn’t mentioned this, maybe Mr. Beach didn’t know either? He would have to ask after he got a few of their female counselors around the camp to their respectable cabins.

“Brimi” Roger sneered and took Brian’s hand in a slight death grip, how annoyingly formal Brian was; it had been a few months since he even saw the tall poodle, ignoring Jim for a second before turning to the Irishman, “we had a college band, till our lead left us gutted.” He added with a slight grimace as he was still pissy about that event no matter how long it had been since then.

“Oh! So … you two being in the same cabin won’t be a problem?” Jim asked, still unsure of their dynamic not with the way Roger still had that grin on his face which was easily reflected in the blond’s blue eyes.

“Not at all.” Brian replied giving a gentle smile hoping to relieve Jim from that worry creeping in his face, ‘ouff’ Brian groaned when Roger basically slung himself against his side nearly causing the guitar to come off his lap. “I didn’t miss this one bit.” Brian mumbled noticing that shit eating grin on Roger’s face, a whole six weeks of this- he reminded himself.

“Yeah you did mate.” Roger replied and kept his eyes on Jim, “ don’t worry. I’ll keep him in check!” He said almost as if he was the responsible, innocent one and gave a sickly-sweet smile seeing that eye roll from his taller friend; seems like this summer got a little more enthusiasm out of Roger with a familiar face around to annoy.

Again this’ll be out February 17,2024 on AO3 under [Asmodeus_Archives]