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cw. gojo is a munch, reader is permanently annoyed by him, gojo is permanently annoying, office!au, not proofread, im so tired đ„đ„ not proud of this at all
gojo is the most annoying coworker you have met in your life. actually, the most annoying man you have met in your life, and thatâs really saying something. your dating repertoire isnât the most successful.
which would normally be fine. you deal with annoying people on the daily â itâs your job, after all. you simply force a smile on your face, strengthen the glare in your eyes, sharpen your tone, and they usually get the point. and if itâs over the phone, you usually just tell them youâll call back and hang up. (you wonât.)
but gojo . . you canât exactly hang up on him or tell him to fuck off.
no, because not only are you two coworkers, your cubicles are right beside each otherâs. it just gives him easy access to get on your damn nerves, and both you and he knows that he loves it.
when heâs being loud on the phone during your lunch break? you hear it.
if he wants to ask you a question that could definitely be sent in an email? heâs rolling his chair out of his cubicle and right into yours, like he doesnât have long, perfectly functioning legs.
and donât let you be getting up to go print something. heâll send you on a whole journey: grab his things off the printer, too, then stop by the break room and grab his kikufuku, oh, and then could you get him something to drink? you donât know why you even listen to him â might have something to do with how he so blindly trusts you with his black card . .
sadly, gojo annoying you isnât just limited to his proximity to you, either.
even when you arenât in the office, heâs making your eye twitch. calling you for things that could definitely be in an email, then wasting your time by yapping your damn ear off when he is on the phone. itâs gotten to the point you just let the phone ring, and even then, heâll yap in your voicemails, too.
he just talks so fucking much.
and one day, you just canât put up with anymore bullshit. clients and partners have been aggravating, your pc is glitching, and you have a throbbing headache.
per usual, gojo rolls into your cubicle, that charming, sly smile tugging at his lips. âhey, can you get myââ a pause, and his brows furrow when he notices the sheer irritation on your face. âwho pissed in your cereal? ooh, wait, donât tell me â you got dumped?â
. . .
âgojo, shut the fuck up. holy shit.â
he blinks, snow-white lashes fluttering as the smile falls from his face. this is the first time youâve snapped at him. like, ever.
and itâs shameful how he feels his pants get a little tighter.
itâs not that gojo hasnât seen you angry before. he has, whether it be overhearing a phone call through the thin wall separating your cubicles or seeing you subtly snap at some arrogant, snobbish prick during a meeting, but this . . this is different.
youâve never been genuinely angry at him. and he likes it a lot more than he should.
the grin pops right back up on that stupidly handsome face, cerulean eyes twinkling as he tilts his head. âmake me.â
there is a way to shut the notorious gojo satoru up.
and that, oddly enough, is with your pussy.
broad hands keep your thighs parted for his big ass head and aggravating mouth. your slacks are discarded somewhere on the conference room floor, and your blouse is pushed up while your bra is tugged down, leaving your tits free for him to fondle and grope. which he did plenty of earlier, until you got impatient.
youâre a demanding woman, and gojoâ correction, satoru adores it.
that tongue, which you were sure was only good for annoying the general human populace, is surprisingly skilled, lapping up every possible drop of your slick and plunging deep into your hole. heâs devouring you like the sweetest pie heâs ever had, and you canât help but moan from behind your hand.
âmmf, shit . .â
subtle praise that has satoru laughing against your mound, sending vibrations right to your puffy clit and arching your traitorous hips further into his face. he likely canât breathe down there, but, fuck, he deserves it.
getting on your nerves, constantly demanding petty tasks of you . . heâs been a pain in your ass since day one.
your free hand fists those soft white tufts, and you yank him forward as you start to grind against his face, chasing that pleasure, that need both you and him know is building in your gut.
âi-i canât believe this is â ngh â what it takes to shut you up,â you huff, half-lidded eyes glaring down at him.
satoru, of course, says nothing, just licking a stripe up your drooling cunt and latching his lips onto your clit.
if only you knew how hard his cock is.
he thinks this has to be the most painful hard-on of his life, worse than the one when you wore that dangerously short skirt. itâs a miracle you didnât catch him rubbing one out.
not one of his proudest moments, for sure, but what you donât know canât hurt you, right?
âhahâ youâre s-so desperate, itâs pathetic. bet you been wanting to do this foreverâ ungh!â
forever isnât long enough to describe how long heâs waited.
satoru isnât even supposed to be in this position. heâs overqualified, something that he easily had the hiring manager gloss over with a few tweaks to his resume.
the power of money and nepotism.
but youâre right. it is pathetic, and heâs pathetic, chasing after your attention like a stray mutt.
alas, satoru wouldnât want it any other way.
his hand shifts, and the flat of his thumb starts to swirl little hearts onto your clit as his tongue does a cursory swirl before delving back inside.
itâs almost scary how good he is at this â who the hell tolerated him long enough to willingly let him in their bed?
well, you, technically, but this isnât your bed. itâs the conference room, which . . actually, is much worse.
something you donât get to dwell on long as your orgasm sneaks up on you.
your back curves into the most delicious arch, hand practically shoving satoruâs face against your sopping, gushing pussy, and your eyes slide all the way back. your teeth sink into the meat of your palm, and it barely stifles your broken up moan of his name.
not his family name, but his given one, and he swears to god that it is the most beautiful sound ever produced on this fucking planet.
you are the most beautiful thing on this planet.
satoru lets you ride out your high until your breathing stabilizes and your hold on his hair loosens.
he pulls his face back, chin and lips glossy with a mix of your juices and his saliva, and rests his head on your stomach.
âgod, i canât wait to get inside you next . .â
your hand comes down to shove at his head, and he chuckles. âplease shut up again.â
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Wondering if you have any headcanons for what jobs the kids pursued when they got older
Hi!!
So l actually haven't put much thought into this (I probably should) as I don't currently have a "post cannon" middle ground between the show and PC (pre-teen/teen/young adult) so I'll just give you their most used occupations in my "incredibly scuffed clashing with cannon" aus :)
Stan - Anything revolving around animals or child education. Veterinary, wildlife rescue/rehab, music teacher, world history teacher. I highkey pulled the world history one out of my ass. I just remembered all the epics and legends I learned in that course and I feel like Stan would be all over that
Kyle - Law, child psychology, music, art. Law for obvious reasons, yes follow in your fathers footsteps not because you want to be like him but because you want to be BETTER than him (sorry gang, I hate Gerald as much of some of yall hate Randy). Child Psychology is pretty widely accepted by everyone it sense for Kyle to want to help kids (add in watching his friends go through childhood trauma and not being able to do anything about it as a motivator and the story is chefs kiss) some of my Kyle's would KILL to have this job but I fuck them over a little to much and they can't (sorry bb, I love you I swear). Hear me out: slutty indie singer Kyle and his shitty band of childhood trauma repressors to challenge Crimson Dawn, PEAK rivals to lovers. I have no clue why but Iâve been chipping away at a starving artists au since May and bpd artist icon Kyle has lived rent free in my head ever since
Kenny - Paramedic, doctor, firefighter, scientist. I LIVE for Kenny getting high stakes jobs that match his high stakes life style so I feel heâd excel at jobs where heâd have to get creative on spot. I also adore the smart Kenny who still acts like a himbo thing. PC, heâs a smart little freak and I love that
Cartman - CEO or entrepreneur. I will always be a sucker for self made business man Cartman wether heâs an antagonist or protagonist. I think it adds so much to his character. Either heâs the antagonist and does some fucked up shit to the protagonist (typically Kyle or Butters letâs be so fr) and an issue for the plot is no one believes them since heâs held in such a good light by the community. OR the antagonist is a higher power and by helping the protagonist, his playing all his cards and risking loosing EVERYTHING
Butters - Baker. Iâm sorry, he deserves all good things and the Vic Chaos plot doesnât really do it for me. I want to give him a cute little bakery to just relax and decompress from that traumatic ass childhood
Craig - Astronomer, racing, detective, forensic pathologist. I feel like the first two are pretty self explanatory lmfaoo. And Kivea and acreekinthenight turned me on the other two. Craig having a high risk, stress heavy job really allows more character development and lore opportunities
Tweek - Iâm guilty of criminally negligent my little meth addict and I think the only job Iâve given him is keyboardist for Crimson Dawn. Kinda wanna give him a gun and see what happens
Clyde & Tolkien - Film/screen play writing, club owners. Now these arenât the only jobs I write for them. Iâve got plenty of separate ones but ever since I started the SDAU, I live for them working together in the film industry. And theyâre literally THE club owners. Chaotic as fuck but the
Jimmy - Comedian. Let the king keep his crown bro. I could never cut the comedy aspect out
Wendy - Something in politics or child education. Wendy for president man, sheâd have my vote. Also I could picture her and Kyle working at the same school. Theyâd gossip so much smh
Bebe - SALON OWNER BEBE MY LOVE!!! Let her be an independent business woman and still kind of a bimbo
#south park#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#kenny mccormick#craig tucker#eric cartman#tweek tweak#butters stotch#clyde donovan#tolkien black#jimmy valmer#bebe stevens#wendy testaburger
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So my hand slipped... New chapter
Chapter two
Enjoy a snippet~
They were nearing the end of their shift, just an hour left until they could clock out and go home. It was quiet, the rush had long since died down, and Robin had taken it upon herself to talk his ear off while he sat there, still trying to wrap his head around the absolute disaster that was his life.
âLook⊠what if he was just as drunk?â Steve finally said, breaking his own silence.
Robin rolled her eyes so hard he was surprised they didnât get stuck that way. âI really donât think that's the case⊠Well he was drunk but he was all over you, just go ask him out⊠I donât think Iâll have to add it to the âyou suck tallyââ.
Steve scoffed, wiping down the counter with a little more force than necessary. âNot funny and itâs not the same, alright? Heâs a guy. I canât just, you know⊠ask.â
Robin let out a short laugh. âDingus⊠I donât even think you have to ask, heâs down bad for you⊠Just tell him when and whereâ
Steve shot her a glare before quickly changing the subject. âWhat about you, huh? You gonna ask Heather out?â
Robin pursed her lips, clearly trying to hide her amusement.
âWell, unlike you boys, we actually talked about it last night.â
Steve narrowed his eyes. âExcuse me, band geek out-gaming me? But I donât buy that you were the one to ask.â
Robin let out a huff. âOkay, yeah, maybe she led the conversation, but the point is, I played my cards right, and now I have a date.â She smirked. âMeanwhile, King Steve is too chicken to deal with his feelings.â
Steve groaned, throwing the rag onto the counter. âI hate you.â
âYou love me,â she said brightly, popping a bubble with her gum.
Before Steve could come up with a decent comeback, the bell above the door jingled, and his stomach immediately twisted into knots.
Because, of course, walking into Scoops Ahoy like he owned the place, was Billy Hargrove.
And right behind him, looking just as confident, was Heather.
Steve felt his pulse spike. Billy was wearing a white Everlast crop top, sunglasses hanging off the collar, and the pair of denim jeans that should be illegal. Looking every bit like he had just stepped off the cover of some trashy magazine. Heather, meanwhile, shot a knowing glance at Robin, lips curling into a smirk as she casually leaned against the counter.
Robin leaned toward Steve without looking away from the two newcomers. âOh, this is gonna be funâ.
Steve knew the way he swallowed was audible.Â
God, they were both models. It was unfair.
Heather gave Robin a knowing look before casually wandering to the far end of the counter, giving them space, not that Steve had any clue what to do with it.
Billy, of course, was the first to speak. âHowâs it hanging, pretty boy?â His voice was syrupy smooth, dripping with amusement, like he already knew exactly what effect he had on Steve. Because, of course, he did.
Steve rolled his shoulders back, trying to play it cool, even as his brain short-circuited. âPretty sure you already know how it hangs.â He forced his usual cocky smirk, gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. âIs that what you came in for? Or are you actually here for ice cream?â
Billy let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. âHowâd you know I wanted something hot in my mouth?â He bit his bottom lip, looking Steve up and down, and, oh, no. No, no, no.
Steveâs heart slammed against his ribs, and he nearly choked on his own breath. Because now he knew. There was no mistaking this for just their usual posturing. No pretending it wasnât flirting, or whatever the hell theyâd been doing before. And now that he knew, it was so much harder to brush off.
In for a penny, in for a pound.Â
Steve rested his elbows on the counter, tilting his head as he let his smirk linger. âThat so? Pretty bold of you to assume you could handle me.â His voice was light, casual, but the warmth creeping up his neck betrayed him.
Billyâs grin widened, all teeth and confidence. âOh, sweetheart, I donât assume.â He let the words settle between them, watching Steve like he already had him figured out. âI know.â
Steve raised a brow, fighting the way his stomach twisted. âBig talk,â he mused. âYou planning on backing it up?â
Billy let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head like he almost couldnât believe Steve was actually playing along. His fingers tapped against the counter, a slow, steady rhythm, before he leaned in, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down Steveâs spine.
âQuarry. Tonight. Me, some drinks, some weedâŠâ His gaze flickered over Steveâs face, searching for something, an answer, a reaction, anything.
Steve hesitated not because he didnât want to go, but because Billy knew he wanted to go. And he wanted Billy to suffer a little for it. But the pause must have stretched a second too long because, for the first time tonight, Billyâs confidence wavered.
Billyâs brows knit together, something unspoken flickering across his face before he scoffed, like he was trying to cover up the fact that heâd just given away too much. âItâs a small town. I get it.â His tongue darted out, wetting his lips before he tilted his head, voice a little rougher now. âBring Robin. Iâll bring Heather. Call it a double date.â
Steve didnât know Billy could be cute, but the way his hand drifted to the back of his neck, fingers rubbing absently like he wished he could take it back, the way his jaw clicked as he clenched it just a little too tight. Cute.
But Steve wasnât about to let him stew in it. He leaned in just slightly, letting his pinky graze against Billyâs hand, a featherlight touch that made his pulse spike. âBetter not disappoint, California,â he murmured, letting his smirk curl slow and easy. âTalkinâ a big game. Too big game.â
Billyâs grin was back in an instant sharp and all for him. It lit up his whole damn face, like Steve had just handed him exactly what he wanted on a silver platter. His tongue ran along his teeth, and his eyes dragged over Steve in a way that sent heat curling low in his stomach.
âOh, I know, King Steve,â he purred, and shit. That voice. That look. It reminded him of how Billy used to break every unspoken rule in the locker room, how heâd watch Steve too closely, too openly, like he was enjoying it a little too much. Back then, Steve had chalked it up to some weird power play, another way to get under his skin. But now? Now it seemed like Billy had just been doing it for his own damn pleasure.
Steve huffed out a breath, shaking his head to ground himself. âYou want some ice cream or not?â
Billyâs smirk deepened, and he leaned in just enough to make Steveâs breath hitch, enough for him to smell the faint trace of cigarettes and cheap cologne. âThat depends,â Billy drawled, tilting his head like he was considering something. âYou gonna feed it to me, pretty boy?â
Steve felt his ears burn. He rolled his eyes and turned, stepping toward the freezer draw like he needed a second to breathe. Heâs doing it on purpose. He knows exactly what heâs doing. He immediately was back in control unfazed by his previous falter.
âYeah, no, I donât get paid enough for thatâ Steve scoffed, pulling the door open, gesturing to the options he had. Billy rolled his eyes but wandered over looking in, pointing at the boysenberry. Steve grinned a he started to scoop the ice cream into a cone âFigures youâd like flavour with boy in the titleâÂ
Billy made a show of looking him up and down, slow and deliberate, like he was already undressing him in his head. He held his hand up to his chest in mock offence âAnd what are you implying, Pretty boy?â he teased.
Steve couldnât help the laugh that bubbled out of him as he handed Billy the ice cream over the counter âYou tell me, California,â Steve shot back, letting his fingers linger just a second too long as Billy took the cone from him. He tilted his head, watching as Billy licked at the melting ice cream, slow and deliberate.
Billy raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. âYou sure you donât wanna feed it to me?â
Steve huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. âYeah, youâd have to start tipping for that.â
Before Billy could fire back, Heather strolled over, ice cream in hand, rolling her eyes. âGod, youâre both such dorks,â she said, grabbing Billy by the arm. âCome on.â
Billy let her tug him away, but not before shooting one last glance over his shoulder. âDonât be late, Harrington.â He smirked, turning on his heel and sauntering toward the door. Heather paused just long enough to throw Robin a wink before following after him.
The second they were gone, Steve exhaled sharply, running both hands through his hair like he could physically shake off whatever the hell just happened.
Robin, still perched behind the counter, propped her chin in her palm. âOh, dingus,â she sing-songed, a wicked grin spreading across her face. âYouâre so gone for him.â
Steve groaned, grabbing a napkin and launching it at her face. âShut up.â
Robin barely flinched, too busy silently flailing, hands pressed to her cheeks like she was trying to contain a scream. âHeather,â she whispered, eyes wide with disbelief. âHeather freaking Holloway. Into girls. And into me.â She grabbed Steveâs arm, shaking him. âDo you understand how insane that is? Do you understand how hot she is?â
Steve let his head fall back with a dramatic sigh. âGod, youâre unbearable.â
Truth or dare?
Basically, a double dare gone right?
BillyxSteve, RobinxHeather
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63634909
Full fic on ao3, snippet below
Steve and Robin were sprawled out on a poorly made mattress in the attic, the only usable piece of furniture in a space filled with forgotten boxes and dust-covered relics of someone elseâs past. Despite the clutter, the attic was surprisingly clean: wood-panelled walls, a single lamp on the floor, and a window cracked open to let in the warm summer air.
It was the perfect hiding spot. They could still hear the music from below but at a much more manageable level where you could actually hold a conversation without needing to shout.
Robin had gotten annoyed with too much noise, too many people, too many guys who didnât understand not interested . So Steve grabbed her hand and led her upstairs without a word. Now, she lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, venting about men while Steve sat cross-legged beside her, sipping his drink like he wasnât included in that category.
Theyâd been working together for three weeks, and somehow, despite everything, they just clicked . One night, after a long shift, heâd suggested a swim and some drinks at his place. He got a little too comfortable, and let slip how much he liked her. It was weird he never used to get rejected. Then suddenly, heâs working at an ice cream parlour, and every day is a fresh new rejection.
Robin had made it very clear she wasnât interested in him in the slightest. And in typical Steve fashion, heâd tried to play it off with a joke âYou just have bad taste, Iâm the perfect man, obviously you must not like men.â
And thatâs when it hit him like a freight train. Oh⊠OH! Oh⊠wow, I really am stupid.
He could see the panic in her face, so he reassured her right away that it was cool , that it didnât change anything, and that he really hoped he hadnât screwed up their friendship. Because, honestly? He needed her. His only friends couldnât just be kids, his ex, and the guy his ex was now dating. That was way too pathetic, even for him.
Robin, to his relief, had laughed and admitted she used to hate him in school, jealous that he could hold her crushâs attention so effortlessly. And Steve, still reeling, had just shaken his head and said, âMy point stands. You have bad taste. Tammy is awful.â
It had turned into a weirdly great bonding moment.
Thatâs why heâd insisted on dragging her to this party in the first place. To help her find a girl she could actually get with. Never mind that Robin insisted his âgaydarâ was absolute garbage and he was going to be zero help.
Still, he figured it was worth a shot.
Even if, at this rate, theyâd spend the whole party hiding up here instead.
Theyâd barely settled in when the attic hatch creaked open.
âOh, come on ,â Heather groaned from below.
Then Billy Hargroveâs smirking face appeared in the opening. âWell, well, well,â he drawled, bracing his arms on the edge. His eyes immediately locked with his âWhat is the scoops troop doing up here? Gunna help me sail away on a sea of flavourâ he cackled.
Steve groaned. Of course, Hargrove had shown up at this party. This was going to be worse than the first time Billy came into Scoops Ahoy.
His manager was there and made sure Steve gave the whole spiel. Which Hargrove obviously had memorised. Billy was all tongue and teeth that day. His grin was borderline aggressive, his laugh sharp enough to haunt him for the next few days.
Every time he thought his life couldnât get more embarrassment, he was proven wrong.
He wasnât going to let Hargrove win this time.
âYeah yeah, get on your knees, Iâve given you something to tasteâ he bit back.
Hargrove was biting his tongue and grinning like a goon âAww princess, donât tempt me with a good timeâ.
Heather groaned âCould you stop standing with your dick in your hand and get up there?â she said, pushing past Billy so she could get into the room. She gave a polite wave before flopping onto the mattress like she belonged there. A drink in one hand, a joint in the other. âJust needed a place to smoke without every dumbass downstairs asking for a hit.â
Billy chuckled as he hauled himself up after her, pulling the hatch shut behind him before strutting over until he was standing way too close, his belt buckle practically in Steveâs face.
Typical.
The guy was always like this, swaggering into any space like he owned it, all sharp edges and knowing grins.
Billy looked down at him, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he gave Steve a slow once-over. Then, before Steve could even think about moving, Billy reached out, cupping his face in one rough, calloused hand. His thumb dragged over Steveâs cheekbone, slow, almost gentle.
Then came the light slap.
âI miss the purple I put there, pretty boy,â Billy murmured, voice low and amused. âReally brought out the green in your eyes, we arenât interrupting anything are we?â
Steve groaned, batting Billyâs hand away. âGee, thanksâŠPretty eyes and all at the cost of being hit with a plate. Wasnât even a fair fight, thatâs, like⊠domestic abuse.â
Billy snickered, dropping onto the mattress beside him. âYeah, well dinner wasnât ready when I got home, was it honey âŠâ
Steve rolled his eyes. âWhy would you expect a trophy wife to cook? My job is looking pretty, sweetheart .â
Steve could see the way Billyâs face started to glow, his mouth opening to retort but Heather cut him off âIf you two are done with your weird little foreplay routine, Iâd like to get highâ.
Robin snorted, sitting up a little as Heather was half draped over her legs. Steve gave her a suggestive brow raise, maybe there was hope for her âHey Heather, Robin has never smoked, could you shotgun her?â.
Robin looked at him in fear not knowing what that meant âWhat me?â.
Heather gave a grin that rivalled Billy's; they were a match made in heaven hot, mean, and popular.
âI get to be your firstâ she said, shimming her shoulders a little as she looked at Robin. She placed the joint between her lips âCome on Bilbo, light meâ she said. Steve let out a cackle at the nickname of course she could insult Billy with no fear of him attacking her back. âCan it, princessâ he huffed. Billy leaned over lighting her joint with his zippo, closing it with a satisfying click.
Robin sat there confusion having never left her face.
Heather took a slow, deliberate drag, her eyes locked onto Robin the entire time. She pulled back just enough to let the smoke linger between her lips before tilting her head.
âCâmere, newbie,â she murmured, tapping her fingers against Robinâs chin.
Robin blinked, glancing at Steve in mild panic. âWait, wait, what exactly is happening right now?â
Steve, still grinning like an idiot, gave her a little shove. âRelax, itâs just sharing the smoke. Youâll be fine.â
Billy scoffed, lounging back against the mattress. âJesus, youâd think we were corrupting a kid.â
Robin shot him a glare before turning back to Heather, who was waiting patiently, lips still curled in amusement.
âOkay, uh⊠what do I do?â Robin asked, eyes darting between Heatherâs mouth and the joint.
Heather tilted her head. âInhale,â she said, voice low and teasing. Then, before Robin could overthink it, she leaned in, exhaling the smoke directly into her mouth.
Robin inhaled instinctively, coughing almost immediately. She smacked at Steveâs arm as he burst out laughing. âYou absolute dick ,â she wheezed.
Heather just laughed, rubbing a hand down Robinâs back as she fought off the coughing fit. âNot bad for your first time,â she teased.
Robin, face slightly red, cleared her throat, laughing awkwardly.
Billy, watching with vague amusement âThat was painful to watch,â he muttered.
Heather ignored Billy, stretching her legs out. She held the joint out for Steve but Billy tried to snatch it away. But before he could grab it, Heather pulled away just in time. She kicked at Billy âBehave, just let him shotgun you if you're that impatientâ she huffed.
Billy groaned, holding up his hands in surrender. âFine, fine. Ladies first.â
Steve decided right then and there that he adored Heather. She had Billy whipped , not in a way that made him submissive, but in a way that forced him to play nice . It was good to see that someone could keep him in check.
Heather finally passed the joint to Steve, who took it without hesitation, twirling it between his fingers before glancing up at Billy. âCâmon, Hargrove,â he said, taking a small drag. Smoke curled around his lips as he exhaled. âOr are you afraid youâll choke worse than Robin?â.
Robin smacked his arm. âYou are insufferable .â
Billy had been sprawled out lazily on the mattress, rolled his eyes but couldnât quite hide the grin tugging at his lips. Steve had seen that look before the challenge . Billy was competitive to his core like he thrived off conflict. It was their dynamic, constant push and pull, sharp edges pressing but never cutting .
Steve should hate him. He should be wary, after everything. But there was something about the way Billy leaned into it , how he wanted Steve to bite back. No one in school ever fought back , not like this. It made something spark beneath Steveâs skin, a live wire waiting to catch.
Billy sat up, tilting his head as if debating whether this was even worth his time. He mustâve decided yes because he leaned forward, close enough that Steve could see the blown-out pupils and the flicker of amusement in his gaze.
Steve didnât move, just took in a slow, deep drag of the joint. Smoking was a habit now, the only way he got any real sleep after everything with the Upside Down. But this wasnât about winding down. This was about having some fun and making Billy choke.
He barely leaned forward, just enough to force Billy to come the rest of the way, to make him be the one to invade Steveâs space.
Billy let out a quiet huff of laughter. âAlright, sweetheart,â he murmured, voice low and amused. âGive me your best.â
Steve smirked, pulling the joint from his lips. Then, closing the distance completely, he exhaled slowly and steadily, the smoke curling between them. When Billy started to shift back, thinking he was done. Steve caught his face, fingers pressing just enough to hold him there. He wanted to invade Billyâs space right back, he deserved it.
But Billy couldnât handle it, he jerked away, coughing hard.
Which, in turn, made Steve cough when a sharp laugh ripped out of his throat. He was still the winner in this.
âDamn, California. Thought West Coast kids were supposed to be seasoned pros., canât handle the bestâ.
Billy took a deep breath, trying and failing to shake it off. âIf you donât stop laughing, Iâll give you something to choke on.â
He coughed again, completely ruining the effect. âShut up.â
But it was too late, Robin and Heather were already cracking up, and even Billy, for all his grumbling, couldnât stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
For a moment, it was surprisingly easy between them. Like they werenât sworn rivals. Like they werenât supposed to hate each other.
Maybe they werenât friends , but right now? Right now, it sure as hell felt close enough.
#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#steve x billy#harringrove#stranger things#ao3#fanfic#robin buckley#heather holloway#RobinxHeather#buckleway
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we all know what you hate that wasn't elaborated in bugfables (every. Thing) and which the fandom ignores.
Therefore, 21, exclusively for canon and not fanon
(Choosing Violence)
21. part of canon you think is overhyped
Elizant's whole... thing honestly felt kind of poorly executed and, like... excuse-ish for us? Sure, she has a nice sob story, but we had already read the Ladybug lore books, like, in Chapter 2 or so, and we were already really inclined to agree with Leif on this new queen rubbing us the wrong way with just about all of her actions leading up to this point, and "i'm under a lot of stress" rang incredibly hollow as a result.
Sure, she's stressed. She's a queen, there's stress in that job. However, as someone who has felt the pressure to live up to expectations before, we really don't think that the pressure to live up to her mother's legacy actually excuses any of that and it makes everything the game tries to throw at us regarding "but it was okay because she felt bad about it and she's trying to fix everything" honestly feel just... incredibly shallow. Maybe it would be different for someone who didn't read the Lore Books at the first available opportunity. For us... it really makes everything regarding her sudden heel-turn into a Sympathetic Character feel pale and overhyped.
#asks#we speak#fandom bullshit#ask game#hi we're mantis god and we find it very hard to be sympathetic to people in positions of power who use it to harm others#if we wouldn't forgive it in ourself we wouldn't forgive it in someone else and we've always felt that âbut i felt badâ is a cop-out#you very much did not need to ban an entire species. like with the situation at hand that was not even remotely needed#should not have been in the cards like At All actually#our mental illness is not an excuse for being an asshole and you feeling vaguely pressured into needing to be a better queen is like#MUCH less so#we might have felt different if they actually like. showed the pressure or something of the like#as is it feels a bit like she dug her own grave and then felt bad because her actions had consequences
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like i said, truly fascinating people on this app!
#oh this takes me back this feels like some good old 2014 tumblr drama#first of all don't be publicly disrespectful if you don't wanna be called out for being publicly disrespectful! crazy concept!#second of all i made a point to mention that no one should look you up and be rude to you. if anyone did i don't agree with their actions-#but i don't control them. once again you shouldn't have been publicly rude if you didn't want people to see you being rude!#third of all......you're pulling the minority card.......buddy you think i'm a cishet white man cause i'm not.....anyway#actually you came onto my (a minority's) blog and was rude to me (a minority) and then sent 30 asks to me (a minority) đ„șđ„șđ„ș /s#me.txt#delete later
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Mood board for my latest project. Little bit of it below the cut.
You eat the lunch you packed and pull off your sweater, the noon sun warming you up enough to not need it, at least for the moment. You putt along to a new spot and try fishing again, this time catching three good sized fish. Surprising, considering the time of day, but sometimes you get lucky. You're thinking about heading back home when you spot a flash of white under the water.
You grab your camera, determined to be ready. And then a grey shape launches out of the water and into your boat, nearly capsizing it. The white orca sluices through the water next to your boat a moment later, regarding you disdainfully with one bloodshot eye. He flicks his tail as he dives again, soaking you and your passenger.
Your seal friend makes himself comfortable at the prow of the boat, entirely too pleased with himself.
"You're on thin ice, mister!" You tell him, turning back the way you'd come. Thanks to him you missed your photo and nearly went for a swim in deep water. You're pretty sure he couldn't help you out of that situation even if he wanted to, especially with a hunter swimming just below. You certainly don't want four inch teeth biting you in half.
Of course, you don't want to see your friend get eaten in front of you either. You know its the way of the ocean, but he's your little buddy.
The white orca cuts across your path again. You stop your engine, heart hammering, and grab your camera. He disappears into the depths for a moment, and then jumps a little ways away. If you didnât know better, youâd say he was showing off. You get several quick snaps that you know will be gorgeousâ Water droplets catching the sun, his ghostly white body stark against the backdrop of the dark ocean. You grin at the seal, and yelp when something thumps the bottom of your boat, rocking it harshly.
Then the white orca (he needs a name, so you land on Ghost) surfaces next to you, terrifyingly close, and spits water at the seal.
âHoly shit,â you breathe, adjusting your lens for the close contact, camera shutter clicking away as you shoot pictures. Ghost eyes you, and then spits water a second time. The seal looks deeply offended, but not concerned, even with his hunter bobbing in the water a few feet away. âArenât you a pretty boy.â
He is pretty. A juvenile, maybe, now that you see him up closeâ Heâs a bit small for an orca, but heâs all alone out here, no pod to speak of, and a juvenile wouldnât survive on itâs own. As if he can hear your compliment, he creaks at you.
The seal barks back. He seems offended by Ghostâs presence. Understandable, since Ghost was trying to eat him earlier. You get a few funny snaps of the two of them regarding each other over the rim of the boat, having a conversation that you have no way of understanding. You feel a bit insane. A bit like youâre going to wake up laying in the bottom of your boat any minute, and this will all be a funny dream.
#cave writing#I don't have a title yet so I can't make an actual title card#this hardly qualifies as a mood board but I'm a sick fuck and the orca throwing the seal gets me laughing every time#true GhostSoap dynamic#I'm listening to so much Stan Rogers rn#I was listening to the Corries but I didn't like their version of Barrett's Privateers so I got sidetracked#Free in the Harbour hits#I've also been doing a lot of research on orcas and let me tell you. People have not been good to them#But in Western North Atlantic populations there's been more and more sightings since the 90s in the Maritimes#And lots of calves!! There's less pollution from farming run off in the northern areas so the population isn't experiencing the same-#fertility problems that some other groups of orcas do#and they seem to be more diverse in their breeding practices too which is good#there's a pod in the Southern hemisphere that's like Hapsburg levels of inbreeding#Although there are still some breeding problems all over just from being apex predators#lots of pollutants collect high up in the chain#That's why the resident pods on the West Coast of north america seem to do a bit better - They're primarily fish eaters#versus transient whales that tend to eat more mammals and other whales#People need to get their shit together about the ocean#Sorry what was I saying#I'm working on a novel version of this because there's a bigger story to tell but I still want to finish this fic version and post it#Sitting around 9k now but I'll probably finish it before posting just to avoid another WIP people want me to update chapters on lmao#anyway I should go do some chores or something
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Okay but like are there any resources out there about PCOS for nonbinary people?! Or for disabled people? Or people who want to adopt???
The vast overwhelming majority of pcos info is like:
âOh you beautiful woman female girl who has horrible man making disease that makes you manly, you are afflicted with the man male drug testostepenis and it is so sad, but do not worry! With help and surgery and hormones you might still have a chance to look beautiful (and by beautiful we mean skinny and feminine) and you may even still get to make babies which is definitely something you can and should do! âșïžâșïžâșïž we care about female women femininity issues!â
And what very very little info Iâve found on PCOS and trans peeps is like, written from a cis personâs viewpoint and itâs like âLol why are you complaining, youâll grow a beard! Isnât that what you want?â
Like⊠what about the increased risk of ovarian or cervical cancer?! The increased risk of diabetes and diabetic like symptoms?
Why is the focus 90% on âdonât worry if you take these hormones we can make sure youâll still have a babyâ
Thatâs so not my concern right now.
#like thereâs some useful information out there but nothing ever actually specific#itâs just like#Iâm worried that since I hate what pcos is doing to my body#should I even try testosterone?#I donât really want a large majority of the effects that come with testosterone but there are a few that i absolutely want#like less about dysphoria and more about euphoria#and like I donât plan on carrying a baby#Iâm already in chronic pain and it would be a severely high risk pregnancy so it just absolutely isnât in the cards for me#and like thatâs not upsetting at all Iâve wanted to adopt ever since I got adopted when I was little#like my life goals have always been adopting even before my health declined#I just hate that the only info I can really find is like#oh you must be so sad that this is making you look masculine here take estrogen and have a bunch of fertility treatments!#and not like oh shit itâs actively making you sick and making you feel awful! letâs fix that!#pcos#pcos treatment#pcossupport#oh to be clear by the way the information I keep finding is typically extremely fatphobic#like Iâve been fat for way longer than Iâve had pcos (probably anyway)#and like for me my weight gain has been a symptom#like Iâm not currently at a weight that is comfortable for me#but itâs so fucking annoying and insulting that most all pcos info I find is like yea sure u might get cancer#but the real devastating thing is oh no you might gain weight#like no I donât think thatâs devastating actually especially not compared to a life threatening illness
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precious to us from fuyugumi/winter troupe in a3! started playing and when i say i nearly cried on the trainâŠ
#sophieâs idle chatter#SOBBING WINTER TROUPE I LOVE UUUU#PRECIOUS TO USSSSS#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#tasuku my loveâŠ. ourghfhf#eng localisation why did u have to terminate all rhose years ago along with arr đđ#i mean i still keep up with both from the jp social media but ourghfhfh#anyway stan a3! i love all the characters so much#specifically tasuku sakyo juza and tenma#tho i will admit banri and itaru grew on me a lot as the story progressed + the card and event stories#chikage too actually but i couldnt get so much from him before global server shut down#when i started my jp acc i got him twice in my first pull#man maybe i should go back to my jp acc bc it actually got incredibly lucky with like. the first 40-50 pulls i did with all the ssr cards#and then i stopped playing and its been years since then ourghf#will forever remember biker tasuku and vday salyo tho bc those were legendary and changed the trajectory of my life
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I loved this movie about nami and her ex situationship reconciling and also anti capitalism
#i have one question are the episode 0 of movies just fanservice am i reding this right. also zoro looks jealous and petty#can they in like love action make zoro chastize sanji bc he is an ally and not just letting him sound jealous and petty like i enjoy both#but clarificaiton sometimes you know. like sanji stop that its dehumanizing and disrespectful also i want you#why are they worried about money when they are in a casino. nami was great at playing cards wasnt she#franky and luffy bonding sumo time.... nami gets the title hell yeah lmao i have been saying she is the strongest#omg the children sellong flowers... dont tell me luffy is going to defeat capitalism in this movie. hell yeah#i was gonna say cant believe they let luffy bet but he does have good luck tho. the stomach ache lmao#sanji is so stupid akdjsksks the guy who likes pain also....don't let sanji think too much about it omg the golden dust....#zoro is going to be executed sanji and luffy are unlucky and all of them are broke and in debt. damn. how are you broke as a pirate even#nami and carina ex situationship talking about trusting each other again looking at the sunset... exactly#that was such a nasty betrayal and nami trusting her again so easily and fast like damn.#also what is the cp0 koala and sabo doing there like damn. jesus even#also what is absalom doing there....#and WHO let luffy infiltrate. FRANKY GOT IMPALED!! gold is really malleable and not resistant and strong like this is getting me out of it#sanji got a cleaning man fit instead of a cleaning lady fit so why is usopp wearing one ajdjaka.... i mean he is the crews babygirl....#also second movie where zoro gets kidnapped. the peoples princess.#omg they are in the pipes. also why is there pipe for the entry of seawater in a boat. maybe i don't know enough about boats#franky getting luffy out of the fan.... cradled like baby jesus for an instant#omg they have been bamboozled BY CARINA?????? OMG AGAIN??? NAMI!!!! OH NVM!!! WHAT???#luffy didnt know they were doing all this cause he would have fucked it up akshaua him being thrown half dead out of the tower ahsuakaia#this reminds me of super mario wii where bowser turns into a bigger bowser when you kill it. damn#also another good guy turned villain because of tragedy. two in a row#the kid with the metal pipe omg... sabo is coming#i heard hikken and the voice was so similar i wondered why ace was there.... for a millisecond he was there..... đ#the red hawk and everything..... should we all kill ourselves.... omg carina didnt betray her actually#tesoro dumb asf for taking nami look how he is going down after that lmao didnt expect gear fourth tho. damn#still thinking about how gold isnt that strong so this shouldn't be necessary but alas shonen be shonen. luffy saving namis gf too <3#talking tag#watching one piece#watching one piece movies
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Arcane s2 spoilers
Powder in episode 7 is so unsettling to me. They neurotypicalized my girl. Sheâs in regular girl clothes and has a boyfriend and a stable job and is able to think rationally and also work towards her goals and reach her potentialâŠsheâs no longer #hashtag relatable. That whole arc had me like âput it back!!!!! I need that girl to be fucking insane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!â
#sillyposting#and shitposting#as soon as they started the Ekko and Powder love story Iâm like come onnnn not my emotional support âIâm not like other girlsâ girl#JOKINGGGGGG kind of#the narrative framing a Jinx free of any neurodivergence as the ideal self she should strive to achieve makes me cringe#like of course they should frame recovery as a good thing#but there idea of a recovered or ânormalâ Jinx seems so far divorced from her character that she may have well been#*their#an entirely different character#I donât know. it feels insidious somehow#I canât explain the gut feeling well but it gives me vibes of autistic masking and the idea thereâs a version of you that is palatable#and good and all you have to do is work endlessly to reach this impossible standard of normality that you will never reach#with the cards you were dealt#itâs just the VIBES I get man#that actually might be the entire point of that section (assuming the writers are competent) but I fear people will walk away from it#thinking omg she could have been so normal without the trauma! and not unpack anything else about it#jinx was right when she said thereâs no world where she can be âgoodâ because thereâs not!!! not in the uncompromising way society#wants her to be!!!!#the moral of the story is that if the narrative would have had her recover (which I wish it would have)#everyone around her would need to come to terms with the fact that she is traumatized and there is no world where she is not fundamentally#changed by that trauma#but she can still work on becoming a better person in spite of it#even if she can never become that idealized non-traumatized girl that she will never be#does this make ANY sense#I will say. At least Vi kinda tried I guess lol#but the Ekko thing I donât know it just!!! hm.#something about itâŠ
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So I hit my 700th edit for the WHA wiki today, because I am a totally normal person
#For the record I have been there for. 27 days.#That makes an average of 26 edits a day which is even more terrifying because I definitely was not updating every day#Also this is for the Telepedia Wiki not the Fandom one#Anyway you should check it out!#In maybe a week because the website cache is super slow for some reason when you're not logged in#But I'm having fun#The nice thing about working on a wiki where there's actually other people doing stuff#Is that they can do the boring stuff like character bios and etc while I run around doing the fun stuff like pages on animals and plants#Anyway I was working on the Eldroxen page which are the big fluffy ox from the Silver Eve Procession#And it was so funny collecting info on them from the main series and then checking Kitchen real quick and SURPRISE! THEY'RE EATING IT!#I mean I should have expected this after having watched Dungeon Meshi and yet~~~#Also funny was that I copy+pasted the page coding for one the (food) animals as a template for this giant Mole-worm beast page but#forgot to remove the line about it being for food and afterwards had a laugh and then removed it#But now I'm like. They probably WOULD eat that sucker. Giant mole worm/snake/dragon thing? That'd feed a whole town!#Qifrey could have an entire audience watching how he'd prepare and season it#Anyway if you've been wondering where I've been that's it#Also funny story: during the Covid pandemic I stayed employed when my coworkers got let go because they needed me to catalogue an entire#new set of guided reading books; and have these sets have a digital checkout instead of the old-school card catalog we were literally still#using in 2020. Anyway I went all out with the organization of the books and the boxes and even made a reference binder for the books#via subject so teachers/tutors could find specific subjects and reading levels etc#(I'd have done a digital way to search for results but honestly half the teachers couldn't figure out how to sign in to the laptop. So.)#Anyway. Only a handful of teachers actually used these books and two years later the school switched to a new reading program#that came with its own set of books and lessons so this 10k reading set was essentially unneeded (and my dear coworkers never got rehired)#Anyway I learned last week that they're clearing out that room and all of those barely-used books are getting thrown out đđđđđ#Isn't that funny#Literally everything is just sandcastles built in the surf#I'm so glad I already accepted this during my pumpkin carving years because otherwise I think I'd be upset#Anyway I'm gonna go play my spooky fishing game
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it makes sense of course that you would not be able to then have a down payment if he doesn't agree to it (since it's a mutual expense too) but don't you have your own money to buy stuff that you want?
Yes and no. All of my money is his money and all of his money is my money. IE we share everything, even if we have it in our 'own' accounts, it's expected that it I need something (like gas in my car) and I don't get paid for 2 days, he pays for it. Or if we need groceries and he doesn't get paid until the end of the week, I buy them. If I want to buy something not in our budget, I generally ask him for permission to do so. He usually doesn't say no unless it would be an exorbitant espense (more than $50 or so). If I want something but can only be purchased online, I ask him to purchase it for me.
This works best for us because I work part time and sometimes don't get hours at all on days I'm scheduled to come in. For example I was scheduled yesterday, but since there was only one appointment, I didn't go in. We would have a slightly different arrangement if I was working full time, but I'd still ask permission to buy things. We also are not well off by any stretch of the imagination, as the only thing that keeps us above the poverty line is his works generous bonus system. So our budgeted monthly 'fun' money that doesn't go to savings is about $30.
#he generally also asks me as well even if its just for my opinion#unless its a surprise gift for me#like he recently bought me a magic the gathering card i really wanted as an update to a deck i have#but he didnt tell me he was buying it#although we had discussed/joked about getting it i didnt think he actually would#because its just an alternate art card for a card i already have/own/use#not queued#he wouldnt do something like that on something worth a lot of money tho#the card was like 7$ and he has a TCG account so i think he got free shipping on it as well.#i also generally dont want for much#like as an example i do my own nails because i dont want them getting messed up at a salon#the only reason i get frivolous things like a massage or my lashes done is because i get it 50% off at my place of work#and its not like thats once a week#ive never been one for buying new clothes or shoes all the time and in fact have too many already so i should get rid of some#we only buy video games during christmas or summer sales#and my main form of entertainment is practically free because only one of us need a subscription for us to play d&d
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one of my favorite parts of strategy games like chess and advance wars is that feeling when you haven't quite won yet but the enemy has no real options so it feels like you're just sloowly wrapping around them like a snake. when all your enemy has is their king and you've managed to turn 3 of your pawns into queens, and all you've gotta do is get in juust the right position, and in the meantime all they can do is squirm. god, that's such a wonderful feeling. nothing quite like it
#incidentally i don't like it when versions of chess insist on enforcing a stalemate rule#honestly to a certain extent i feel like if your enemy has nothing but a king and you've got more than one queen that should just be an#automatic win. like exodia except instead of the individual pieces being useless they're all the most powerful monster card in the game#i think the favorite card i had as a kid was my five headed dragon. thought that shit was so cool. 5000 in both attack and defense???#it seemed unbeatable to my little kid brain. also it was a dragon. of course i loved it#i never learned how to Actually play yugioh of course. just what rules my stupid kid reading comprehension could understand#im pretty sure a monster has to be in play for you to be able to sacrifice it. i didn't know that so i filled my deck with nothing but#really strong monsters and i'd just sacrifice some directly from my hand to summon what i wanted#i stole a lot of yugioh cards as a kid from target. i'm comfortable saying this online because the statute of limitations has absolutely ru#out by now. i looked it up.#i remember for the first time i stole a box set that had exodia. i remember on my way home so i could open it... i genuinely felt like ther#was something mystical in that box. something ancient. there was something really special about that to my kid brain#i'd later steal quite a few more because i got the bright idea to fill a deck with nothing but exodia cards. i figured i'd always have a#first draw win. took me until actually trying to play it that i realized i'd often just get 5 left arms which obviously wouldn't work#so i took that deck and added some actual monsters to âhold me offâ. it was pretty much just a normal deck with too much space taken up by#essentially useless cards. i don't think i ever actually won by drawing exodia naturally. what a shame#side note but i still get a bit anxious every time i go to that target. i haven't in years and i can basically guarantee they wouldn't#recognize Grown Ass Adult me as âthat kid who stole a lot of yugioh cardsâ. it's been almost a decade if memory serves#i've grown a lot since then. both physically and metaphorically#i digress
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// CONTAINS COMMENTARY AND PICTURES OF TEARS OF THEMIS NEW EVENT: âENDURING LIGHT.â
This is only the Prologue section I talk about in this one, aha and I ALRWDY HAVE SM TO TALK ABTR
first of all, another group event of course, you love to see it and theyâre being dorks but in a cooler way already đ also btw happy new year!! hope itâs been treating yâall well already :]<3
okay so iâm going into this event basically being sus of everyone at this point LMAO, i donât even trust our boys tbh - anything could happen and iâm excited! everytime thereâs a big event i always am like âugh⊠not another one i have to drain energy into and it isnât even that interestingâ (respectfully). like the last one on the train? i didnât really care much about it, the only things that interested me were nxx being all up on eachother (exaggerating)
basically i prepare myself to be disappointed, which might sound messed up but tbh the events have only been hittin recently (for me) because of the fact that theyâre not having nxx be at eachotherâs throats lol. (not saying the past ones werenât good though and that none of the recent ones were a miss bc again, i didnt fully enjoy the train event)
this one already had me though đ got me gagged, the ui is so fucking cool - the card system?? the OUTFITS make me wanna CHOMP my phone (esp lukeâs⊠smth- smth abt it is just. hm, delectable). also baby davis always appearing is so cute his little âhello, miss⊠uh, i mean, little boss!â LMAO that is my son!!!
ANYGAYS we always have to start off with Marius talking about something going on âround town, intended to invite his lovely lady but of course the boys have to interrupt and say hey, where is our invitation??? đ€ you love to see it



jxjddh âi didnât ask you guysâ LMFAO HE IS SO DONEEE - artem, vyn: âoh really? let me hit you with this comeback. give me my invitation.â, like why are they so angy ARENT YALL RICH? GET YOUR OWN INVITATION đđ i just adore the difference here though like, luke is the one purely excited here and not just âoh, aha, trying to get alone with rosa? how about: no.â but vyn is like đ âokay, shit, thanks for the invitation, marius.â
ARTEM MINDING HIS OWN BUSINESS BY HIS COMPUTER AND DECIDING TO INSERT HIMSELF INTO THE CONVERSATIONNN. theyâre silly billies.
of course we needed our typical marluke banner đ„ș

âWithout us, who would you team up with?â did he just call marius friendless or can i also mix that with delulu poly nxx and add a hint of, âbitch who else are you planning to invite? we are RIGHT hereâ LMFAO
âLuke, are things at work slow lately?â đđđ i have tears in my eyes u were gonna invite him anyway shut up
i want a group event where the guys donât butt in just to see if marius invites them anyway HAAHSJS like he just has the stuff ready for the boys just in case they butt in again, but one time they donât and heâs just confused đ


kicking my feet, he loves them all dearly. theyâre my babies, my lil ol family!!
ANYWAYS⊠weâre here. Li Hotel đ€š && again, the wayyy i was entranced with everything omg obsessed obsessed. BY THE WAY i already suspect that the letter-friend is reporter pearce đ€šđ€š donât ask me for proper reasoning besides the fact that they reveal the letter-friend is a guy LMAO

&& shares the same life goal (wanting to travel around the world) as little boss đđ but who knowsâŠ
alright last two things âš nxx boys lowkey teasing rosa by being in character HAHAHDJ (NOT ME POSTING THE WEONG PICTURE AND MAKING MYSELF SAD)

same, rosa, same đ (and the invitation card?? zoo wee mama- the way that marius was the only one who kept his eyes on rosa thoughhj hejeejnffk GRRR. okay sorry. NAUR and the luke stare đ marluke strikes my heart once again!!! WHY IS VYN ALL THE WAY UP THERE BTW)
anyways. last but not least, this isnât technically apart of the prologue but itâs when Davis takes you on a little tour as always to show you the event and there is one part where you can have discussions with the boys. you click on luke by default but the first conversation option you have, he talks about this:


&& this actually made me tear up pretty bad đ then i had a whiplash and went âOHH THE FUCKING CARDâ LMFAOO,, LIKE WHY WOULD HYV DO THIS TO ME đ i love the parallels luke always has with his au cards though ugh, makes me depressed in the right way(??)
like his birthday card (the name is itching my brain, i canât remember) and in his bday event there was a mirror and sword (i believe) that appeared đ now this⊠sobbing throwing up, do NOT TOUCH ME
ARE YOU TELLING ME HE ACTUALLY DIES IN THE CARD STOOFPFPFDB??? THAT HE DOESNâT SAY HE LOVES HER? WHAT IS THIS. punching the floor. DO THEY ALL DIE? I THOUGHT ARTEM AT LEAST LIVESâŠ. AM I MIXING UP CARDSâŠ. see what this event is doing to me already đ
ojay. iâm done here, had to write the thoughts out brrr, imma go finish reading the event now đ toodles (unless u can read the vyn spoiler below)
HUGE CARD SPOILERS BELOW: VYN [MEDIEVAL SUSPENSE]
OHHbajdhd and adding on why Iâm not trusting anyone - even our boys - in this event is because this event reminds me too much of a card that Vyn has. A group of folks in this card are acting and Vynâs character ended up being the killer. I wonât leave my thoughts on the card but this is why Iâm sus of everyone đ
#tears of themis#tot#tears of themis spoilers#!tot events#pookie bears i love them dearly#also these cards⊠i was like⊠im not gonna pull but holy fuck rosa is so FINE in all of them#the GRIP this woman has on me#it should have been ME in those cards đĄ#anygays#having high hopes for this event fjfjd it is so cool already love the concept#gives me war flashbacks to vynâs card though đ pls⊠hyv have mercy thankies#i think i am mixing the cards up with the train event though and now iâm scared that these cards do not actually have happy endings đđ NOOO
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I need to suck it up and buckle in and force myself to learn to draw
#personal;#i get so many tarot card ideas for someone who can't draw and doesn't believe in tarot#and doesn't actually remember all of the symbology of it even#i just think. everything. should have an official tarot deck. or seven. or-#y'all i'm manic and i have a therapist appt tomorrow that i am STRESSED about#i need to go to bed#i just wish. i had self discipline. but i also. don't wanna learn it or be behilden to it. bc like. with what time.#i've been dealing with cubital tunnel all day and a bitch wants to learn to draw????
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Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself
#nearly bought a digital typewriter today. actually i DID buy a digital typewriter today. officially yes i have bought a digital typewriter.#the money for the digital typewriter has left my account but i have emailed them to cancel the order because i can't in good faith buy#a digital typewriter when i don't fucking WRITE#i thought it might help me get back into it. distraction free and while allowing me to not judge my own writing#and be continuously editing while i write and going 'i'm crap i'm crap i'm crap no one will ever read this and if they do they will think#that i'm garbage and that i should feel bad etc etc etc'#but it's too expensive and i have the feeling i wouldn't even like or use the thing once i got it#because the IDEAS! the ideas aren't coming to me. or rather they are but none of them seem to stick#i feel underconfident in writing any of them#and then i have old projects that i've always wanted to get back to like the tennis romance thing but SO much has changed since i first#started drafting it. like i don't even know if i like the main couple anymore. i kind of want to put both of them with different OCs of min#but it'd switch up the WHOLE story if i had a different cast#in fact most of the problem lies in the fact that i have this long-running bedtime story i tell myself every night with lore#and a massive cast of characters that i switch out depending on who i'm most interested in right now and every so often i incorporate new#themes and ideas and motifs and plot points sometimes based on media i've been watching because it's MY bedtime story and it doesn't matter#if i plagiarise in my own brain. but then obviously i can't plagiarise in real life#and none of my bedtime stories are GOING anywhere. sometimes i only get through a scene or two before i fall asleep#all of which means my bedtime story is not so much a sweeping epic novel but a sitcom with way too many characters#most of which are werewolves to be honest and sometimes for my own wish fulfilment one of them will walk out of my head#and take care of my problems for me by lending me ÂŁ1million or murdering my best friend's ex. in my mind obviously#so it's like. it's a case of getting in there and annexing off the stuff i think i can use#it's like yeah i've definitely written several romance novels in my head in the process of this but does it matter if they're IN my HEAD#to be honest i feel like my main strength is in creating characters. like i have this one family of werewolves i've been slowly but surely#adding members to since i was like 16. maybe younger? no yeah i think i made the first one when i was 12#they're compelling to ME anyway. i care about them. it's just PLOTS. i can't plot#if a book could just be a lot of dialogue and sex scenes and silly moments and character studies i'd be alright#i also can't describe settings. don't ask me to because i can't#and now i'm just annoyed with myself because i sat down at my laptop to try to write and instead i'm here complaining about how i don't wri#and if i had the digital typewriter... i mean i'd probably still be doing this i'd just no longer have ÂŁ300#i don't have the ÂŁ300 anyway. i hope to christ they refund my card i'm a fucking idiot
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