#sick Payton

[ohmaerieme]

im cringe and thats good .... ill never be based and thats not bad ...theres noone id rather be than me ......

[peachy-wolfhard]

writing yuta x reader rn 😋 i lub him sm

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I hate feeling like this :/

[hatchetings]

just sent my three irls a text message how many responses are we gonna get

i’m gonna bet 0

[onlyharper]

I'm sorry for asking for help. I'm so goddamn sorry asking again and again and again. I'm doing my best everday but it's... Not enough. All the donations I got this week went to build that were higher than expected. Higher water, rent, electric, and internet took everything.

I don't like asking because honestly I don't think I deserve help or kindness or love or anything. But I've broken down so many times. And today was very hard. I'm spiraling so fucking hard. And I know I'm going to have to ask every month for stuff and I'm sorry. I really am. It's not fair to you but all I can do is beg and ask for pity. I know I don't deserve it. I know I don't. But I'm.. not okay. I wanna be able to eat, or take a shower, or wash my clothes. And I'm sorry I'm being greedy asking for that. I'm so sorry. I...just really need help again. I don't have an amount in mind. I'm just sick of crying and wishing I wasn't here. I'll leave them the same below as before. I'm... sorry again.

Payton Pals: harphazardly (Legal Name on this one and a picture of a plush Flareon)

Cashmere Applications: $Generallyalive (Has the name Chuck on it)

Venice Monet: mindnum (Also Legal Name)

[eros7hanatos]

➽ Things NXX members do when you get sick 

Warnings: established relationships, character and reader live together, pure fluff, SFW, reader doesn’t have to be Rosa, gn reader

Word count: 754

A/N: some fluff to clear my thoughts and make me less stressed TT, I’m in love with all of them.

Luke Pearce

A little panicked, as soon as you stumbled out of your room to go on about your day, your face flushed for no apparent reason he yelped, “No way you’re going anywhere today! You’re staying at home and recovering!”

Literally rushes to the convenience store nearby to buy you medicine. You wake up from your nap to see him drenched in sweat with a plastic bag in his hand and a smile on his face.

Knows your favorite foods that you eat when you're sick and tries his best to make it but, well, he’s not the best cook. So he buys some instead. 

He makes sure that you take your medicines on time and always stays by your side.

Drowns you in hugs and kisses, no matter what you say or do can make him stop. “Luke! You’re going to get sick as well!” he continues to drown you in love and affection.

Such a cutie, trying his best to take care of you. Cheers you up by telling stories, either from his past or funny stories of you guys.

Artem Wing

Immediately pulls you back to bed as soon as he feels your temperature. “You have a fever. You need to stay home and rest.”

A lot calmer than Luke or Marius.

Has basic medicine at home, since he’s a workaholic he takes medicine and works from home. Quickly drives to the nearest convenience store to buy more medicine, if needed. He won’t do anything like that to you though. Insists you stay in bed.

Offers to clear up work or studies for you if on a deadline or urgent. 

Home cooked meals, he’s a great cook, I just know it. 

Such a serious and worried cutie, tries his best to help. Offers his arm for support wherever you go and feeds you water every 30 minutes.

Vyn Richter

Notices something is off almost instantly. “You don’t look so well.” “I’m fine.” after a few moments of silence, and of him inspecting you, “You’re sick. You need to rest.”

Definitely the calmest in the group. I mean he’s a doctor. Psychiatrist, but he still has the general medical knowledge.

Has ALL the medicine you need, throat lozenges? check. Tylenol for headaches? check. No convenience store run for him. 

Brews you herbal tea depending on your symptoms and omg are they delicious and cures your sore throat almost instantaneously. Reminds you to take your medicine on time, never misses one.

Acts as an actual doctor in hopes of cheering you up, “It seems like you’ve been overworked for too long, too much stress. I prescribe you 3-5 days of rest.” “Yes, Dr. Richter~” you play along, having fun. 

Marius von Hagen

At first he panicked when he felt your body rising in temperature. “Ah! Jiejie, why’re you so hot?” You laugh at his wording, even if your throat hurts. “I know I’m hot, but thanks for the reassurance” you tease him back. “You have a fever, Jiejie!” he says, touching your forehead, ignoring what you just said.

Such a drama queen. Has Payton bring every single medicine they could find in that huge mansion of his as well as send Payton to go buy every single medicine on the shelf of the nearby convenience store. 

Was about to call the ambulance, which you refused of course, “It’s just a fever! Rest and water is all I need!” He insists on driving you to the hospital. After a talk with Payton, both of you begging Marius that it’s not that bad, he reluctantly agrees.

He contacts AT LEAST 3 doctors to come immediately to treat you. All of this makes you even more tired, you decide to lie down and take a break from all of his… worried actions…

He finally finds you in his room, all wrapped up and sleeping. He stays by your side the whole time, offering help when not even needed. 

“Where are you going?” “To the toilet.” “Let me help.” He helps bring you to the toilet, just as you step inside he doesn’t leave. You raise an eyebrow. “Um?” “I can help!” “I don’t need help anymore! I can pee by myself!” “but-” “Marius, get out!” ”forgive him. He just worries about you <3

Once you get better though, ohoho, he’s teasing you about this every chance he gets. You soon miss the quiet days of your fever and how he was always worried and listening to you. Now he’s back to his teasing and antics.

[kenzsturniolo1]

Prom night M.S

Summary: your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you at prom so Matt helps you out.

tw; Smut, Angst, semi-public sex, cheating, oral sex, swearing, underage sex.

Today was prom. you were terrified because this was your first prom since you were sick for your junior prom

You and a bunch of your other girl friends were getting ready and hyping each other up for prom. 

You’re doing your makeup as your best friend Alahna is straightening your hair and curling the ends. 

You put on some midnight blue eyeshadow that matches  perfectly with your dress that you haven’t put on yet. 

“Alahna can you do my eyeliner for me?” You say  which is out of your comfort zone “of course you're getting full glam I see” she laughs “I guess” you say shyly and giggle too “I’m jealous of chase” chase is your boyfriend of 2 years. Your relationship has always been rocky and especially right now but you’d do anything for him.

Alahna does your eyeliner and touches of your makeup 

“Thanks Lana” you say with a smile “of course,now go get your dress on, pretty girl” she pushes you away mirroring the smile on your face. 

You go into the bathroom at your friend choles house and get changed. 

After you get changed you hear a knock at the door “y/n/n can I come in” Alahna says “yeah” you say unlocking the door and letting her in. 

“Y/n, baby you look amazing” she says, making you blush. You look at yourself in the mirror “do you think chase will like it?” you say more nervous now “if he doesn’t he’s crazy,you look jaw dropping” Alahna says putting an arm on your shoulder “yeah sorry” “don’t be baby”

You Walk into the school gym that looks unrecognizable. There's lights and music and photo shoot backdrops with silly props.

You walk with alahna and look for chase and some other friends.

You see Chase at a table with the triplets and this girl named Payton who is known for being the school's snooty rich whore. You look at alahna confused when you see payton “what's she doing there with them” you whisper to alahna as you continue to walk towards them “i don't know?” you guys get to the table. “You look gorgeous” chris says getting up and kissing alahnas hand. Alahna giggles and says “thank you chris. You look alright in your lyrical lemonade suit” she says as she sits down at the table with chris.

You get a little jealous at alahna and chris because your boyfriend hasn't even said anything to you not even really acknowledging you. 

You sit down between chase and Matt crossing  your arms and slouching in your seat. Matt sees this, it's almost like Matt knew exactly what you were thinking “i think you look beautiful,y/n” he says looking down at you and you smile “matthew watch what you say to my girlfriend.” chase says sternly finally looking at you “sorry man” Matt says. Chase rolls his eyes and puts his attention back on payton. “At least Matt can pay attention to me” you mumble “what did you say '' chase says looking down at you “you haven't said anything to me at all! You knew how nervous I was for prom and you dont even care.” you say “im sorry baby, wanna go take some pictures or dance?” chase askes, and you nod.

You and Chase get up and go to the dance floor but it's just really awkward. You break the silence finally “I'm gonna go get like a  pepsi or something, i'll be right back” you say “okay, take your time” chase says looking at his phone smiling and texting someone. You ignore him and get up walking towards the cafeteria.

Once you get to the lunchroom you feel someone looking at you. You turn around and see matt. “Oh hey matt” you walk towards him “hey y/n, i wanted to make sure you are okay” matt says looking at your body and curves “im fine, thanks though matt. I appreciate it” you say to him and he just nods “who’d you go to prom with?” you ask him “oh umm i was gonna go with nicole but you know…..we broke up last week” matt says looking down “oh im sorry, i didn't know” you say walking closer to him “no your fine” “i mean she was also kinda a bitch” you say matt laughs a little at that “can i ask why you guys broke up?” you say looking up into his icy blue eyes “oh uh its kinda embarrassing” matt says looking down “do you think ill judge you” you say “no uhhh well she kinda broke up with me because…..she wasn't satisfied in bed” matt say as his face turns red “oh damn im sorry” you say “if i'm being honest you gave off big dick vibes” you say trying to comfort himc”i mean i wouldn't say i have a small dick but it's definitely not 12 inches or some shit” we and him both laugh

“Well shall we head back” you say and Matt laughs “we shall” you and Matt head back to the gym.

Once you walk into the gym your heart completely stops and you see chase and payton kissing.

You freeze for a second and then you run to the exit in the gym and you bash through the door. “y/nnn!” you here matt say running after you.

You lean against the brick wall of your school seconds later you hear the door open and see its matt “you alright?” you sniffle “no im not” you say crying. Matt pulls you tightly into a hug “i swear ill make him pay” matt says through clenched cheeks. 

You just cry into matt. He rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. He sighs “he doesn't deserve you”

You cry into his chest “what did i do to deserve this”

Matt wipes away your tears. “You did nothing wrong. You were the perfect girlfriend, he is blind and a douchebag. You dont have to tell me but how long have you guys been together?” matt says holding your chin “2 years next month” you say looking up at him heart broken

 “that must be hard, you were together for so long and this happens for the face of everyone at your prom… do you want me to tell him he's a dick, or do you want me to kick him in the balls in front of everyone?” matt says “nothing,i dont wanna make things worse.” you say quietly “how would that make things worse? I'm not gonna be gentle to him. I'm gonna make him regret ever meeting you. You are so loving and amazing and he just threw that away.”

Matt finally convinces you. “Could you maybe do that and then maybe… we could kiss just to get him back more?” you say nervously. He gives you a confused look then nods “that sounds good. Let's go back in there and i'll make him regert everything alright, darling?” you nod and wipe away the rest of your tears “uhh do i have mascara on my face?” matt wipes away the mascara under your eyes with his thumb “yeah you do, but you still look great.” your face fills with blush “did you get it all?” you say and he nods

Matt grabs your hand “lets go, and remember, only i get to kiss you, not him, not anyone else. You got that” you blush “mhm” “good girl”

Matt and you walk back into the party, matt looks around for your boyfriend. “There he is, i'm gonna tear him apart.” you stay in the corner and matt walks over and stares him in the eyes. “Youre a complete scumbag you know that? You do not deserve to be dating anyone. How dare you do such a thing to a wonderful girl like y/n? And in front of everyone” you can see matts angry you cant hear chases words but he looks scared almost.

Matt looks at your boyfriend with seething loathing eyes. “You are the biggest, most gigantic dick head on earth! You dont desever any love!” he looks at your boyfriend menacingly “if you ever hurt her again i will beat the living shit out of you, you pussy”

After he says this you see Matt walking towards me. Matt grins proudly, he walks up to you and wraps his arms waist as he pulls you close to his chest, glaring at his at your boyfriend.

You grab Matt's face and kiss him deeply and passionately.

Matt is slightly surprised but he kisses you back deeply and passionately. You sense that he is still a bit shaken by the argument with your boyfriend because he's a bit rough when kissing you. He pulls you close and keeps kissing you.

You slowly slip your tongue in his tongue. He kisses you deeply and puts his hand on your neck as he kisses you with passion and intensity.

You start to swirl your tongue with his. Matt breaks the kiss for air and looks at you with his lips curled as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly. His heart is beauting and he feels his cock harder as he puts his lips back against yours and kisses you deeply and passionately again, his hands massage your back as he kisses you, holding you tightly against him feeling his hard on.

You run your fingers through his hair, never breaking the kiss.

You break the kiss for more air and sigh happily as Matt looks at you with joy and adoration.

“Darling, i love you…” he whispers 

Your eyes widen in surprise “i love you too”

Matt smiles excitdeally and picks you up, putting his hands under your legs and he lifts you up so he can kiss you again. He wraps his arms around you, and kisses your neck, while his hand travels to your hips.

“Lets go to the bathroom and continue this” you say more arousaled 

Matt doesnt respond, he just carries you to the bathroom.

You guys get to the girls restroom and kick the door open.

You lock the whole girls bathrooms.

The two of you are inside, the bathroom is empty. He puts you down on the sink counter and wraps his arms around your waist. He kisses you deeply while rubbing your back and he pulls you close to him.

The two of you are kissing passionately and roughly, matt is wrapping his arms around your wasit and holding your hips. He grips your hips and pulls you closer to him, not breaking the kiss. 

He pulls back for more air and looks at you, you both are out of breath.

You feel each other sweating, it is hot and you can feel the chemistry between you both. He kisses your forehead and continues to hold you close, his hands tracing your body and touching your neck and back, rubbing against your skin.

You pull him by his tie back into the kiss. Matt laughs a little and kisses you back passionately after you pull him by his tie to kiss.

You start to unbuckle his belt.

Matt relieves what youre doing and breaks the kiss with a chuckle. He looks in your eyes.

“So egar”

“Matt i need you know” you whine

He stares at you intensely and you can see the lust in his eyes.

You take off his belts and set it on the sink counter out of the way.

Matt grins, he can barely contain himself as he pulls you against him and kisses you deeply again. You can feel his hand trace your curves.

Matt breaks the kiss and starts to take off your dress.

He grabs the zipper on your dress and he pulls it down, as he smirks.

He pulls the dress over your head and looks at your body. “Youre so fucking beautiful”

You blush and your supprissed as matt quickly and roughly starts sucking oon one of your boobs and squeezing harshly the other one.

“Mmm matt” you moan out and then matt lightly bites the bud of your nipple.

He puts his hand in your panties rubbing through your folds “so wet already”

“Mmm matt more” you whine.

Before you even know it, Matt is on his knees right in front of your pussy.

He blows air on it making you shiver and moan at the same time.

He puts your legs up on the counter so they’re spred apart and very open.

He licks a long strip across your pussy. 

“Mmm aohh matt” 

He pulls your lips aparts and starts going crazy absolualy wild. He's eatting you out like its the last time he could.

He quickly licked and sucking your clit and licking all your pre cum. “Mm matt yes baby” you groan out 

He continues eating you out and starts to slowly put 2 of his fingers in your entrance.

“Uahh matt”

He starts thrusting his fingers in and out of you roughly and continues sucking your clit, slappping his tongue against it.

“Oh matt fuck, im gonna cum”  “no yet baby” matt says pulling away

“I need to fuck you first” matt says standing up

“Mmm please do” you go to your phone and pop off your phone case revealing a condom

Matt takes it from you “youre such a slut carring a condom on you” matt says 

“Im your slut” you say starting to unzipper his zipper “you got that right” matt says looking at your hands

You start to take off his pants with his boxers, Matt helps you.

His cock springs up and hits his stomach. 

You look up at him with a mix of lust and submission. 

“You ready.” Matt askes gripping your hip with one hand and holding his cock near your entrance 

You nod and moan as he pushes his 6.5 dick in you.

“Matt!” you scream and he slowly thrust in you letting you get used to it.

“Its okay, baby.” he holds your back and his thrusts start to get faster

“F-faster.” you say between moans.

“Fuck!” Matt goes faster, and he's balls deep in you.

You scratch his back and moan and bite his shoulder causing the buliding knot in your stomach to get tighter and tighter.

“I'm gonna come.” you stutter out and you feel his dick twitch.

“Come for me.” Matt groans and goes at an ungodly pace.

Your vision slightly blurry and you come undone.

Matts breaths are choopy and heavy and you hugs you pulling out.

You giggle and hold him. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah i just…. Really like you.” matt says into your neck

You giggle again and play with his hair.

A/N HIIIII!!! I'm aware this isn't the best isn't the best but I'm proud of it!!!! i think I may upload some of my old fics from AO3 on here if you want!!! I want to write more cause I just got on break from college and I haven't had time to write in the school year!!! send request if you want!!! XOXO.

[albatris]

Snippet Sunday......

snippet sunday? :3c?

“Hi!” Nat said. “I just, um—I wanted to thank you for helping me out before. With the Larsons. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t sweat it, amigo,” Ripley said. Then she frowned, thoughtful, serious. “Hey,” she said. “Hey. Are you up for an adventure? I have some errands to run and I just had a killer idea for what we can do after.”

“What kind of idea?” Nat asked warily.

“The office was closed when I finished my ghost tour so I had to take all the equipment home with me,” Ripley said. “How about we go on a little hunt?”

“You mean… you mean a ghost hunt?”

“Duh. Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“Ghost hunts usually happen at night, don’t they?”

“I know some sick abandoned buildings we can explore. Trust me, it’ll be plenty spooky,” she assured him. “Plus, we’re vampires. Daytime is kind of our nighttime, right? The sun’s pretty scary, right, Nat?”

Nat made a wishy-washy hand motion.

“But first—grocery shopping,” Ripley announced. “You’re coming with me.”

“Oh,” Nat said. “Okay.”

At the supermarket, Ripley tore her shopping list in half and handed the lower half to Nat.

“Race ya,” she said, and with that the game was on.

Nat collected paper towels, oranges, cornflakes, risoni and sundried tomatoes. He hovered for a good five minutes at the shampoo and conditioner, since Ripley had left no further instructions—what was her vibe? What was her signature style?—before eventually plucking out some mango-scented colour-save bottles. Every time he ran into Ripley in the store, she was talking to someone new.

“Your outfit is so cute! I love your vibe!”

Or, “Is that Payton on your keyring? I love Quantumfish! Have you played the revamp?”

Or, “Hey, can you reach that couscous on the top shelf for me?”

Nat’s own interactions with strangers didn’t extend beyond the occasional customer eyeing him down suspiciously, and him shuffling out of their line of sight and into the next aisle. He’d been taking his medication religiously this week, but he still felt like he was being followed. What if it wasn’t Quinn who had eyes on him, but the Ethels, too?

How would they know you were driving that car?

He reconvened with Ripley by the self-service checkouts. She’d beat him there easily. They shoved all their items together; she scanned while he bagged.

“Insert cash or select payment type,” said the machine.

“Insert cash or select payment type,” echoed Ripley.

Nat nodded sagely. “Insert cash or select payment type.”

They piled back into Nat’s car and dropped the groceries home. Then they piled into Nat’s car once again, this time with ghost-hunting equipment in tow. Ripley directed him to Maud Street, Galaxy Gardens, to a dilapidated, long-abandoned department store.

“Ready to get your spook on?” Ripley asked.

Nat sincerely had no idea.

[jqmalikhsgib]

sea view

five

you were very irritated. you couldn’t believe that she has the audacity to comment on your sons post. after harry blocked kendall, along with her family, you’d blocked her from your socials as well. you just never let corbin know. in fact you and harry never told corbin who he’d had affairs with. it wasn’t like you kept the affair a secret.

corbin was old enough to know his dad wasn’t faithful in the past. part of him resented harry for it for a long time. he couldn’t believe his father would hurt him mother like that.

over time though, corbin forgave his dad. he made a mistake and got his shit together. harry made it up to them every single day, he’s still doing everything in his power to prove he’ll never make that mistake ever again.

you were currently on the phone with harry, crying. you were so sick of harry’s past trying to bite you in the ass when you’re trying to move on with your life.

“i know baby. it’s not much we can do though. i mean, we can get corbin to make his account private.” harry sighs.

“i want him to live life like a normal teenager, harry! he shouldn’t have to censor himself because one of your ex bitches are harassing us!”

“honey—”

“no, i know. im sorry. it’s not your fault.”

harry knew that wasn’t true. if he’d been a faithful husband to begin with, none of this would be happening. you wouldn’t be crying alone in your bedroom.

“it is though, baby. i fucked up! that’s gonna haunt me until the day that i die. i—fuck! if you want, i’ll talk to kendall,”

“absolutely not! i don’t want her anywhere near you or the kids. just—set up the meeting and i’ll show up. im gonna handle this once and for all.” you state angrily.

“baby, that’s not a good idea. listen, ill unblock her, text her myself, let her know stop fucking with my family, okay? no need to meet up with her or anything.”

you sigh.

“fine! but harry, i swear to god if she—”

“i know, honey. now, is my girl calmed down a little?”

“stop! you know i hate when you talk to me all sweet and cute after ive just been pissed off.”

“mhm, i know you like it thats for sure. how are the kids?”

“corbin and the girl he was dating broke up. he’s been a bit depressed.” you pout at the thought of your oldest experiencing his first heartbreak.

“is it bad that im kinda happy?”

“harry!”

“what?! im not happy he’s sad. im just relieved he’s not dating anymore. he has his whole life to date, angel. he should just be a kid for right now.”

“i think next year he’s gonna try out for soccer!”

“you mean football, baby.”

you playfully roll your eyes. “whatever you wanna call it, babe. im just worried he won’t do as good as he wants. he really wants to impress you.”

“he’s half english, love. it’s in his blood to be an amazing football player.

“promise you won’t make it a huge deal, harry? if he doesn’t get in he’ll think you’re disappointed in him if you show any sort of excitement.”

“i swear, baby. how’s my princess doing?”

“payton sorta got in trouble in art school for saying a not so nice word today.”

“no?! not my baby girl! she wouldn’t.”

“mhm, she did! apparently she asked her teacher what a dirty little slut meant.”

“what?! where did she,”

“where do you think, harry! when the teacher called she told me she heard it from our room one night. i was totally embarrassed.”

harry laughs loudly. he couldn’t believe his little girl over heard the two of you in the middle of sex. obviously a bit traumatic but, hilarious. he could only imagine what you looked like as the teacher tells you what happened.

“harry, it’s not funny! our seven year old daughter heard us having sex.”

“it’s your fault!”

“my fault?!”

“yes! i recall you being a brat. had to put you back in your place, baby.”

at this point the conversation shifted. you squeezed your thighs together, trying to create some type of friction.

“you can’t say shit like that when you’re gone. it’s not fair!”

“you know i love teasing you, baby. but i miss you too, love. you have no idea how many times ive got a hard on, on stage. it’s not easy hiding it either. with these outfits lloyd has me wearing, i can’t move around too much.”

“what song turns you on that much when you sing it?”

“baby, it’s not even the music. the energy i put out, i give the crowd a show. sometimes you just pop in my head and im gone! fuck, i miss the taste of you.”

you whine. “can’t wait until you’re home. then this problem will go away. i can finally get fucked properly. this vibrator isn’t doing me right, harry! it’s not big or thick enough!”

“need my cock that much, huh?”

“mhm.”

“promise you, baby. when i get home, im gonna fuck you like you need, yeah? gonna make up for all the time we lost, love.”

“promise?”

“one thousand percent.”

you smile at the thought. your youngest son interrupted you right after. you sigh before letting harry know you’ll call him later. you end the call before getting up and going to hayden’s room.

“hi, baby! what’s wrong?”

hayden sniffles as he lifts his arms out. you giggle before picking your son up. “you just want cuddles from, mommy, yeah? im here baby. i love you so much.” you begin to kiss his cheek as he giggles. “you love mamas kisses don’t you, baby!”

you kiss his cheek again as he attempts to clap his hands. “god, you’re the cutest six months old in the entire world! aren’t you, baby?!”

you set up a few toys on the floor and set him down so the two of you could play. you couldn’t wait for your other kids got home from the park and your husband came home from tour in a few more weeks.

[daintev]

More MTCPT art! :D

Been a quick sec since I posted mtcpt fanart but I'm back!! A bit sick atm but yk there's always time for this silly little webcomic <3

Buckle in becuase I'm gonna be blabbering a lot. Getting straight into things: this comic has gotten my creative juices going so I thought an Aquarium Tax would be a fun idea! (Hoping for the day Payton gets to go on one of their missions and I thought what better than an Aquarium)

(get a load of these guys, they're madly in love)

The most amusing part of Sanders character is how he turns out to be the big cliche romantic and how ironic it is because his face is the least expressive. I love some drama and comedy but I am a sucker for romance, you show me two middle-aged queer men? I'm hooked. LIKE JUST IMAGINE: Sanders doing a bunch of cliche romantic gestures for Jock like taking him out on dates to cafes n' stuff. DO Y'ALL SEE MY VISION CUZ I THINK I'M COOKING

I am a firm believer that Sanders knows how to do ballroom dancing so I think he'd try teaching Jock sometime (can you guys tell I like domestic and romantic moments between characters yet)

Lastly, some teen Jock and Sanders! I think if Jock had a theme song it'd be Meow by Ivusm: he just gives off those vibes.

Speaking of which, I've finally released my Sanders playlist!!! :D It's quite difficult to figure out what his character would like and I'll probably change a bunch in the future but for now I'm content with it.

Sanders Playlist!

That's all from me, stay hydrated and take care! <3

[sassyfrassboss]

What do you make of the theory that Harry jumped on the plane last-minute to see Charles because it would've been horrible optics for WME if the first time Harry was seen publicly after his father's "devastating" cancer diagnosis was when he was partying it up in Vegas?

I don't think Harry or Meghan think of (or care about the optics of) things like this, so it had to be a WME orchestration if anything like this was remotely true.

I personally have subscribed to the theory that Harry spent all of--when was it--Tuesday night screaming at his people over the phone about how they better fix this ("this" being all the criticism of his 12-minute visit, how William refused to see him, and none of his friends/relatives offering him a bed for the night) so WME got him the last-minute NFL award thing. Walter Payton's family not even knowing Harry was going to do the presentation seems to hint at how last-minute it was.

It's possible that Harry thought about the optics of his father announcing he had cancer while Harry went out and had a good time. However, I feel that it had a lot to do with Harry wanting to know how serious it was and perhaps getting details that weren't shared on the phone.

I think back in 2022 Harry was told that TQ was sick but not to the extent of how bad she actually was. It's why we would get articles about her frail health from time to time and what the doctors were recommending. I think these details were given to Harry and Meghan. They were being spoon fed information. So more than likely Harry had no clue just how sick she was and he was still bitter about the Jubilee so he was sulking and decided not to go visit her in Balmoral while he was in the UK. Remember, the Sussexes made a huge deal about how they weren't there to see family and it was business for them, etc. via the press.

When Harry was told that TQ was on her death bed, yeah I imagine he was probably more than shocked. But at the same time probably didn't think it was THAT BAD because he wasted hours arguing with Charles over Meghan going. So his sob story about her dying when he was in the air and how William wasn't answering his texts were all consequences of his own actions.

With Charles I think Harry in a way wanted to check for himself but I also feel like there was more of a self-serving reason behind the visit as well.

As for the NFL thing, yeah I don't know if it was last minute or not. It could have been but you would think there were other more qualified people to hand out that award than Harry.

[melsie-sims2]

"It was so good to see you tonight, Zeek! Honestly, I like Payton a lot but it really hasn't been the same without you at the Flop House," Tara told Zeek once they got a chance to sit down and chat some more.

"Oh please," Zeek swallowed his mouthful of sandwich before continuing. "You were getting sick of me, I'm sure."

"No way! Never," Tara assured him. "But I do have one request. When Giada ages up, we need to start having regular playdates. Our girls need to be besties!"

"Of course," Zeek nodded. "It's a date! Hey, wouldn't it be awesome if they got married one day and we had the same grandkids?"

Tara's eyes went wide. "Woah! Slow down, buddy! I'm still getting used to being a mom!"

[fruitbasketball]

nba playoffs recap 5/11

welcome back to nba playoffs recap with mina!! back by popular demand - this does not mean i’m not still posting about the women’s game!! once the w season starts in a couple days y’all will be SICK of me.

celtics v cavs: duo of tatum and brown very solid tonight, the 19 year old beats the overrated accusations today. i want to get on payton pritchard, just because i hate his face AND i feel like it’s a personal and public disservice to not hate on boston, but i’ll leave it be. feeling generous tonight. i can’t even hate on anyone too bad because even the cavs were overall pretty solid what the fuck like. guys. caris levert so average he might end up in another polo g song like idk. darius garland maybe don’t go 1-6 from 3? good back and forth, didn’t let boston pull away too much until end of the 2nd to beginning of the 3rd. idk decent ass basketball

mavs v okc: prefacing this saying i also cannot hate because i love both these teams like FUCK. sga’s just perfect huh. imma go ahead and call this a triple double bc i think he got aura on 10, plus 10 rebounds and 31 points. that’s my personal opinion!! chet baby we can do better! bro i can’t even hate on josh kiddey like 9 points, a couple rebounds and an assist in 13 mins is fine. everyone was FINE tonight bruh this is no FUN. kyrie and luka took a little break tonight to watch pj washington cook okayyyyy. yeah i don’t got too much to say here, MAVS IN 5 MFKASSSS

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Taylor Swift and the creators of the challenges on Survivor share a similar twisted mindset.

[angstyaches]

If you're taking requests can you do an Autumn sickfic. One where she's confused, running fever and vomiting

This is going to be in two parts because I wanted to include Autumn at college and Autumn being cared for by Payton, but it was a bit impossible to make both happen at once!

CW: vague mentions of diarrhea, sickness, family issues, stubborn sickie, emeto, vomiting in public, embarrassment, confusion, crying.

___

“Morning, baby! You’re – are you still in bed?”

“Yeah. I think I’m going to take a sick day,” Autumn said with a sigh. She was curled up on her side, arm outstretched with the side of her phone braced against the mattress. The duvet was tucked under her chin, and would have been pulled all the way up to her cheekbones had she not known it would muffle her voice.

On the screen, Payton was wearing their headphones and walking beneath the low-reaching branches that lined the sidewalks in the nice parts of town. Autumn could see the pale, bright sky behind their head. Their one-sided bangs kept flopping heavily over their eye, no matter how many times they tried to tuck them away behind their ear.

“Aw,” Payton frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Just… stomach stuff,” Autumn shrugged, wriggling her shoulders a little deeper under the duvet. She debated saying more, but decided to leave it at that, unless they asked. Payton didn’t need to hear about Autumn’s unfortunate nocturnal toilet adventures first thing in the morning.

“Aw, your belly hurts?”

Autumn nodded, cheek nuzzling against her pillow. That wasn’t a lie; just an incomplete truth. Her guts were in absolute disarray for some reason or another, and her stomach was twisting into knots with what was either nausea or hunger.

If she could figure out which it was, she might have felt like she had a slightly better handle on the situation.

“I have to open and close today,” Payton sighed. “If I was getting off any earlier, I’d offer to come around –”

“That’s okay, baby,” Autumn smiled. She hoped the smile would cover up the fact that even if Payton had been free, she wouldn’t have wanted them to drop by anyway. Not here. She dropped the smile again. “But who the heck talked you into working such a long shift? That’s not fair.”

“It’s fine,” Payton smiled, and Autumn got the feeling that their smile was hiding almost as much as hers was.

“Who?” she asked again.

“Annie, but –”

“P.”

“I need the money anyway.” Payton shook their head. “And don’t change the subject. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? Your mum’s at home with you, right?”

“She is.” Another incomplete truth. Autumn’s mum being home didn’t necessarily equate to any great help. But there was water in the taps, and a blanket on her bed, and that was all she could really see herself needing.

She swallowed. “Payton, if Annie doesn’t stop power abusing you, I really think you should –”

“Baby!” Payton whined, their grin even wider now. When their emotions swelled, so did their grin. It should have frustrated Autumn to no end, but instead, the sight of their smiling face never failed to fill her with joy. “Stop trying to take care of me, and take care of yourself. Just for one day. One day! That’s all I’m asking.”

Autumn sighed.

“Well?”

“Alright,” she said, though she had every intention of broaching the subject again as soon as there was no good reason for Payton to stop her.

Payton had stopped walking. Autumn recognised the sliver of red brick façade over their shoulder. “I’m about to open up. I can keep you on chat while I’m counting up the registers –”

Autumn shook her head. “I don’t want you to make a mistake and get in trouble.”

Their cheek gave a grateful twitch. “Still looking out for me, I see, but I’ll let it go. Get some sleep, okay?”

Autumn planted a hand on her stomach under the duvet, palm circling over the dull, burbling ache. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Well, I’m going to.” With their free hand, Payton made a little megaphone next to their mouth. “Get some sleep!”

Autumn couldn’t resist a smile at that. “Really?”

“Love you, bye…” Payton blew a kiss towards the camera.

“Bye, baby, love you.” Autumn slid her hand from her belly so she could give a little wave.

“Okay, one more time – get some sleep!” Payton babbled directly before hanging up.

Autumn was still smiling to herself as she slid a little lower in bed, settling in, phone still in her hands. She needed to message her college friends and tell them she couldn’t make it to class or to rehearsal today. Then she needed to email her professors so that they knew she was sick, and not just dodging their lectures.

She needed to –

“Mmph,” Autumn winced, curling up a little tighter as a sharp pain jabbed at her stomach. She tucked her phone under her pillow and flung back the duvet, gently getting her feet to the floor and easing herself up as she had at least four times during the night.

She was really feeling the disruptions to her sleep on top of everything else; her head was spinning, her shoulders and back were spasming dully, and she had to put out a hand to stop herself careening sideways into her dresser.

And wow, did her stomach ache. She worked the heel of her hand into her belly as she opened her bedroom door and started across the landing to the bathroom.

“Autumn!”

Goosebumps rippled up her arms. She turned around to see that her mother was halfway up the stairs, hair pulled back, wearing an astonished expression.

“Why are you still in your pyjamas?” Autumn’s mother demanded, eyeing, in particular, the fluffy socks on her feet. Autumn generally kept it a secret that she wore socks to bed, since it was the kind of thing her parents said was only for old people.

“I actually…”

As she soaked in her mother’s expectant gaze, the thought of calling in sick and spending the day at home suddenly didn’t make Autumn feel relieved. It made her feel hot. Hotter than she’d already been feeling.

Now that she thought about it, she didn’t feel all too bad.

“I slept through my alarm,” she babbled in the rushed tone of someone without much time to spare for chitchat. “It’s fine, I just need to brush my teeth and get dressed, and I’ll be out of here.”

“What about breakfast? The most important meal of the day?”

Autumn swore she felt her stomach gurgle in protest just at the thought of food. “It’s okay, I’m meeting Leigh and Dixon before our first class.”

“For breakfast?”

Autumn hated lying. Hated it. “Mmhmm?”

Her mum looked up at the faded floral clock on the hallway wall. “Better get a move on, then, darling, or you’ll definitely be late.”

“Yeah, I know.” Autumn cleared her throat and hurried towards the bathroom.

___

“Two sandwiches today?” Dixon chuckled, ducking down into their usual spot on the floor outside the student theatre.

Autumn found herself smiling at him, enjoying the fact that she didn’t have to wonder whether he was food-shaming her or just curious. They ate lunch together a lot, so it was perfectly fine that he had noticed something was different.

“I ended up skipping breakfast this morning.” Autumn took a bite from her ham-and-cheese. She also had a chicken-and-stuffing, still in the packaging, sitting on the floor next to her leg.

Next to Dixon, Leigh nodded deeply. She’d already been given this same explanation, since she’d had the unfortunate privilege of listening to Autumn’s stomach growl throughout their morning classes. After a bout of nausea on the tram, Autumn had started feeling spectacularly better, and was starving by the time she was seated in her first lecture.

Leigh was currently jabbing at her usual salad with her usual bamboo fork. “Honestly, Autumn, you’re a fucking hero for lasting this long.”

Autumn took another mouthful of her sandwich, exactly how she imagined a hero would have taken the same bite.

“I would die without my breakfast,” Leigh murmured.

Dixon gave an exasperated laugh. “A smoothie is not breakfast.”

“Yes, it is, and we are not having this argument again.” Leigh leaned her shoulder into Dixon’s side, and the contact made him blush and look away from her. It was all Autumn could do not to punch each of them in the leg out of delighted frustration. Could they not just kiss and get it over with?

“Well, I didn’t mean to skip it,” she said with a shrug. “My stomach wasn’t feeling right when I got up.”

“Ah. Was your dinner spicy last night?” Dixon hid his mouth with his hand as he chewed and swallowed. “The day after eating anything spicy, I always wake up with a bad tummy.”

“Oh, charming,” Leigh cut in.

“What? All I said was –”

“Enough information, Dixon, we’re eating!”

As she chewed another mouthful of her sandwich, Autumn ventured a guilty glance at her phone. There were two messages from Payton, one of them a GIF she couldn’t view without opening it, one of them reading ‘hope you’re okay, baby x”. She still hadn’t told them that she’d gone to college, let alone that she was staying after classes to rehearse for DramSoc’s production of Beauty and the Beast. She had been put in the chorus this time, but if it hadn’t been for that, she wouldn’t have made friends with Dixon, and wouldn’t have gotten close with Leigh – the production’s Mrs. Potts – so Autumn couldn’t complain too much.

“Eleven minutes to two,” Dixon muttered, mouth full of food as he checked his watch.

“Shit.” Leigh shovelled a huge forkful of leaves and cranberries into her mouth, unfolded her legs, and reached for her backpack. “Come on, let’s eat and walk.”

Dixon let out a groan.

Leigh gave a shrug as she rocked onto the soles of her feet and glided up in a graceful squat. “Does either of you want Maeve to yell at you for being late?”

Autumn and Dixon shared a glance before getting to their feet.

___

Autumn winced as she leaned forward to tighten the laces of her left character shoe. She was a little bloated – though whether that was thanks to her stomach’s morning upset, or her skipped meal, or the extra sandwich she’d gulped down in about four bites whilst half-walking, half-running to the Drama Soc. theatre. She’d worn one of her floatier dresses today, meaning it didn’t push on her stomach at all, but she did regret wearing tights. It would have been better to have risked cold legs, rather than endure the elastic waistband that was trying to bite into her flesh.

She attempted to shimmy it into a comfier position as she straightened back up.

“All good?” Dixon asked softly from behind her, and she nodded without turning her head. She tugged at the collar of her blouse, feeling that same smothering wave of heat she’d gotten in the hallway that morning.

The backing track to Be Our Guest started up, and even though everyone in the wings had already been waiting for it, they still jolted to a deeper level of attention, Autumn included.

As she was stepping onto the stage, her character shoes might as well have been stilts; every movement felt like it might topple her. Her hurried lunch gurgled within the walls of her stomach, some of it feeling like it might have gotten stuck in her gullet en route. Sweat prickled the sides of her neck and she wished she’d had some more water before joining the others in the wings. The time-worn floorboards swirled and dipped beneath her as she moved, and seemed to drift up closer to her face every time she blinked.

She didn’t so much prance to her position on stage as she did totter, and the next girl down the row – Aimee – caught her in the ribs with an elbow as she turned on the spot. Entirely Autumn’s fault, of course, for missing her mark. Aimee didn’t even look at her, didn’t miss a beat.

Autumn teetered backwards a few steps, only stopping when she felt Dixon’s hands on her shoulders.

He gently spun her around, which wasn’t in the choreography. His face came into focus just for a second. “Autumn? Are you –?”

Autumn’s stilts – no, her character shoes – no, her actual legs gave out under her, and the stage lights seemed to flash right into the back of her skull, and her stomach sank like a stone, and then everything seemed to go quiet.

For about three seconds.

The first thing she heard was “is she okay?” from an indiscernible voice among the chorus.

And the next thing she heard was a harrowing retch that came from the back of her own throat. Shrieks and squeals broke out across the stage as the chorus disbanded.

Barely-digested chunks of sandwich – she really hadn’t chewed all that well – came gushing out of her, soaking her knees and dripping all around Dixon’s ankles. He wasn’t holding her by the shoulders anymore, and he’d taken a step back to avoid being headbutted in the stomach while Autumn gasped and gagged, but after that, he seemed to have frozen to the spot.

And the music cut out to angered shouts from Maeve. Probably wondering why her chorus had all retreated to the wings. “What? What’s happened, what’s going on?”

“Autumn,” Dixon murmured, “are you –?”

Whatever his question was, Autumn didn’t hear it over the ringing in her ears as her mouth stretched open again, and hot, thick vomit came shooting out of her. She could feel the muscular contractions all the way down past her belly button, as though her body couldn’t have possibly been trying harder to rid itself of its contents.

She wrapped her arms around her tummy, miserably wishing yet again that she wasn’t wearing those elasticated tights.

“Well, this is just bloody fucking fantastic,” Maeve was grumbling from the front of the stage, where she’d climbed up to inspect the damage. Autumn couldn’t even bear to glance up at her, choosing instead to keep her head down and at least try to keep all of her sick in one place.

“Shit!” That voice was a little more comforting than Maeve’s. Leigh. “Is she okay?”

“I-I-I don’t know, she just –” Dixon didn’t seem capable of providing any further information, so Leigh clicked her tongue at him and took hold of Autumn’s elbow. Her grip was a little rougher than Autumn was expecting, which startled a little whimper out of her. She was hit with the realisation that she’d been expecting – no, wanting – Payton’s gentle fingertips, their light touch. “Come on, let’s go to the toilet, yeah?”

Autumn tried to nod as Leigh coaxed her forward a few steps. Her throat clenched, her mouth shooting open again, her stomach seizing in a dry heave, and some of the chorus who had ducked back into the wings gasped in horror and stumbled even further back to let her through.

___

They were halfway to the ground floor bathroom of the student centre before Autumn realised that her own character shoes were soaked through with undigested chunks of ham and cheese and mayonnaise too, and the next turn of her stomach came from the realisation that she was going to have to let her parents know that she needed to buy new ones. Autumn made her own money, but not a lot of it, and most of it she contributed towards living expenses.

Oh, and she should probably replace Dixon’s too, since she –

“Leigh,” she groaned weakly, clutching her belly.

“One second, just one more second,” Leigh assured her, shoving open the swinging door to the bathroom and dashing towards the nearest stall with Autumn in tow.

Autumn fell upon the toilet seat with a gasp of relief so intense that it probably sounded like pleasure. She almost blushed, but there wasn’t enough blood left in her face for that.

"Fuck, you poor thing," Leigh exclaimed. Autumn could vaguely sense her pacing back and forth just outside the stall, occasionally nudging the door open a couple of inches to keep an eye on her.

Autumn was seeing stars and felt as though her throat had been wrung out like a sponge. Every splash that touched the toilet water sent her further into a slump, until she was barely sure that she'd even left bed this morning. Was this all a horrible dream? Surely she hadn't just puked her guts up in front of the entire Drama Society, right on the beautiful stage where stories played out so prettily...?

“Leigh! Uh... I’ve got Autumn’s bag,” Dixon’s voice called out.

“The hell are you doing?” Leigh asked gently, still lingering outside of Autumn's stall. “Just bring it here.”

“But…” Autumn couldn’t see his face, but she could imagine that Dixon had gone the colour of beetroot. “It’s the ladies’.”

“You’re adorable. Bring it here.”

Dixon grunted. “I can’t tell if you’re complimenting me or insulting me.”

“Let’s call it both.” Leigh began audibly fidgeting with the zips on Autumn’s bag.

“How are you doing, Autumn?” Dixon asked, and she couldn't help but think of the kind look he'd given her just before she'd vomited, and then the sight of his shoes dripping with her stomach contents.

Autumn had to bite her lip to keep from sobbing. “I-I’m sorry. Sorry about your shoes.”

“What…? No, no, don’t… I needed a new pair anyway. This was the sign I needed to take the leap.”

“Got it.”

“Her phone?”

“Yeah, but it’s locked.”

“Autumn, hon?” Dixon’s voice came a little closer to her again. “Can you unlock your phone?”

Autumn frowned, but stuck out her thumb to activate the screen. “Wh-why?” she croaked. When she tried to think of any possible reason they would need to access her phone, her thoughts became a hazy, black void. A bead of sweat cooled as it rolled down past the dimples in her spine, disappearing into the constricting waistband of her tights. She huffed. Wow, she wasn’t sure she’d ever sweat so much in her life.

“We’re just going to call… Well, who can we call for you?” Leigh asked. “Your mum? Is she free?”

“No! No.” Autumn shook her head, and a couple of tears came loose from her cheeks and landed on the toilet seat. A laugh bubbled up in her chest, which felt completely inappropriate, so she swallowed it back down.

“Then who?”

She sobbed quietly. Or, at least, she hoped it was quietly. “Payton,” she choked out, and it felt like a ball of acid had lodged high in her throat, slowly corroding the back of her head and eating into her thoughts and why, why was everything so dark all of a sudden.

“Payton,” she cried, lacing her fingers into her hair and shaking her head over the opening of the toilet bowl. “I just want Payton.”

[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have a list of good clexa comfort fics you can recommend?

Not like a completed list because it changes depending on my mood but ones I do find myself reading again and again are steklir's More Women Than Warriors, it's such a comfort fic and I just want to wrap MWTW Lexa in bubble wrap and keep her safe forever 😩. That Christmas addition prequel with baby MWTW Lexa damn near killed me. And I'm not joking.

I also really like sassy's BOE, they're just so soft and hurt but trying so hard to pick up the pieces of themselves and make a little family. Gross. Nina give me 34 more chapters. I like the Little Pauna series by alexis payton, six by lingeringlillies (their pie in the sky fic is also great), gold/red by aphroditeslaw because idk I'm a sick person and it's good af, who wouldn't fall to their gOTdamn knees for Markenland Queen Lexa and her little UN love by badlance, the mental image of cowboy Lexa is always something that'll do things to me by cornchipmeteor

These are just ones that I had open as of now but it changes and I have a memory like swiss cheese so, sometimes I'll forget something exists and then be like Oh fuck yeah I gotta reread that so, yeah