#so i need to post it bc it is driving me insane again

[guardian-instincts-bad]

okay none of this is new information but as usual i am thinking about gorrik and arenanet just. really never considered the timeline of his life and the implications of that at all, huh

like, okay, for eod you needed him to have a relationship to ankka and you needed ankka to have connections to the aetherblades, so you threw them both in thaumanova, fine

except. thaumanova. which blew up in 1324.

and no, we don't have a canon age for gorrik. but we know taimi's age, that she was friends with blish, and that blish is older than gorrik

now. taimi didn't know that the brothers had joined the inquest. which means either they'd kept it a secret from her, or more likely, it happened after they lost touch

taimi was born in 1313, meaning that the absolute oldest she could have been when she last saw them, is ten

now sure, taimi skipped a couple years, she's a prodigy even among asura - but age really matters when you're in single digits. for blish to be a friend, rather than a mentor, he can't be much older than maybe four years above her? i'd put that as the reasonable upper limit, they could be closer

(i'd also honestly guess that gorrik is a bit younger than taimi, given a) how much he looks up to blish, and b) that taimi prior to s4 only thought of him as blish's weird little brother, they weren't friends. and again, at that young, age matters - if you're 7, your friend is 10, and his little brother is 8 or 9, your first connection to him is probably not "oh, the little brother", because he's not little to you)

but assuming im wrong on all of that, just going back to our facts, that puts gorrik at the most about 2-3 years older than taimi

which means that the age we're looking at, for joining the inquest, thaumanova, all the stuff with ankka... he was somewhere between 9 and 13. could be even younger but im giving him the benefit of the doubt

gorrik says he never thought about ankka romantically and i believe him, but if there was ever anything there from her side, it was definitely a kiddie's first crush kinda thing, like oh we are a boy and a girl who are best friends clearly this is what romance means

because both of them were so fucking young

god knows spending her teenage years in the aetherblades was not great for ankka's everything, and by the time we find gorrik and blish in bug in the system, they've been working for the inquest for at least 8 years

that's almost half his life, at that point. working for an organisation that the thaumanova fractal and rata primus make incredibly clear does not value the lives of its workers in any way at all - they'll feed you to their latest experiment just for standing there, and gorrik wasn't just keeping his head down and going along with it, gorrik was actively sabotaging their research when he morally disagreed with it

(and this isn't even getting into why they joined the inquest in the first place, which i will bet anything i own on being because of blish's illness and needing the technology to save him)

and to their credit, i do think this comes across in bug in the system! because if you go back to early gorrik, first half of s4, having played through the rest of the story? the difference is shocking, like he is so distrusting and snide and defensive as hell of his brother, he talks like he expects you to attack him or blish at any moment

but then they never do anything with that ever again, and like, i love all the new gorrik content, genuinely i do, but arenanet there are layers to this character that you have entirely forgotten about, and god i wish we had a story that actually explored that

[pleckthaniel]

I love receiving a passive-aggressive text message every time I use the only kitchen on this earth I have physical access to. I love having the options of 'put herculean effort into appearing not to exist' or 'be scolded daily for eating'

[bearambles]

ARUGUMENT FIC W HAMZAH PLEASE like gets into an argument and you need to cool off and leave and he won’t let you jus angst 👅👅

jealous

(hamzahthefantastic)

words: 1.9k

warnings: established relationship, angst, arguing, swearing, hamzah is kinda a pos, happy ending

note: i hope this is what you were hoping for! i could also 100% write a part 2. also, i think another anon recently requested an argument fic, so there might be another one coming bc it was honestly fun to write. love u all, more fics coming soon

hamzah is driving you insane.

he’s usually not the “jealous type”, but for some reason, today is different. he’s grumpy and pissy and you think you know why.

last night you had gone out to dinner with a few friends from your old school. you weren’t out late, and the group was only about ten people, but to his dismay, your ex boyfriend was one of them.

you told him about it as soon as you knew, and he was pretty passive as soon as he heard. still, he didn’t make too big of a deal, even when you wore your skimpy little outfit to the bar. after all, it was high school. besides, he trusts you.

that was until he saw the pictures. your exs hand on your waist. the way he’s next to you in the group photo. it all really pisses him the fuck off, and even when you swear to him it meant nothing and the guy didn’t mean it, he wasn’t so sure.

“y/n, you see this guy after like five years, you look fine as fuck wearing that tiny fucking skirt, and you think he won’t be into you?”

you scoff, your chest now rising and falling. you really never pegged hamzah as the type of guy to act like this. yet here he was, standing in your bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his chest.

you’d crawled into bed last night to him asleep, and the two of you had been completely fine until this morning. he woke up to see your friend post on instagram about the night prior. he scrolled through her photos before finding the ones of the whole group.

“okay, so it’s my fault if he was?”

“i didn’t say that.”

“you meant it though!” you run your fingers through your hair, frustrated. “listen, i already told you it was nothing. but if it wasn’t, if he was interested, it doesn’t matter, because im dating you.”

he smiles tightly and shakes his head, the bridge of his nose between his finger and thumb.

“sure. okay. yeah.”

“you think i’d cheat?”

you stare at him, your blood pressure rising. you can’t believe the way he’s acting. the shit he’s implying you’d do.

“i never fucking said that, y/n. i’m just saying he was touchy, and you won’t admit it.”

“it was one fucking photo! he happened to be next to me! where did you want him to put his hands?”

“anywhere else! not your waist! it’s fucking weird!”

“so you’re mad at me because of the way a guy acted towards me.” you say, sitting down on your bed and mimicking his move of crossing his arms. “that’s really fucking progressive of you.”

“oh my god, you know that’s not true. jesus christ. i’m not mad, im just fucking annoyed. and i don’t like how you acted either.”

“how did i act hamzah. you weren’t even fucking there.” you start to feel tears prick your eyes. you hate crying in front of him, you rarely do. but this was so frustrating, listening to him accuse you when you only love him.

“i still saw.” he mumbles, clearly losing what he was trying to say in the first place. he’s just spitballing stuff at this point.

he isn’t even looking at you any more. his eyes meet the floor and he’s breathing so hard you can hear it just barely. he’s close enough to where you could reach out to his arm and pull him on top of you. you won’t though.

“saw what? my tiny skirt?” you laugh, baffled. “just leave me alone.” you can feel some of the tears start to fall.

he looks up at you when he hears your voice break. his eyes soften their gaze but he stays where he’s standing. it’s silent for a moment before you speak again.

“go away, hamzah.” you say, moving your position to lay down, your face turned away from him.

“no. i wanna talk.”

you’re silent.

“y/n-“

“i said go away.” you mumble between sobs.

you’re stiff for a long moment before you hear him sigh. he turns and leaves your room, and you wait till you hear the door click before really letting yourself sob.

you’d dealt with this in the past - controlling relationships where anything you did around any ex was considered suspicious. in fact, you almost didn’t go last night. but you’d wanted to catch up with your old friends. if it was up to you, you wouldn’t have had your ex there either. he was a total jerk back in the day. but he was, and it was fine. you’d barely spoken outside of taking that group picture.

you don’t want to fight with hamzah. he’s your person. but the way he’s acting is scary.

eventually you decide you need some air. you get dressed, throw on some makeup, and head out the door. you don’t know where you’re going, but you know it needs to be away from here. away from him.

he jumps up from the couch and catches your wrist right before you can turn the knob. you whip your head around, and meet his eyes. he looks just as pissed as before.

“where are you going?” he asks, still gripping you hard

“what, do i need your permission to leave the fucking house now?” you bite back, wriggling our arm free, “get off me. i’ll be back later.”

he starts to protest, but you slam the door before you hear any of it. if you had any fucks left to give, youd tear up again. at this point though, you’ve had enough. if he wanted to be like this, you weren’t gonna entertain it.

the city’s relatively walkable, so that’s what you do. there’s plenty of stuff to do around the area. retail therapy, you think. whatever makes you forget about this argument for a while.

-

it’s late when you walk home. later than the night before, and later than you’d ever been out without calling. you and hamzah had one another’s location, so really, he could see anytime where you were. which was the outdoor mall, and then the local bar. you’d only had a few drinks, but you were there for a good two hours. just talking and talking to the bartender. you guys are friends, and she was a good listener. so she listened.

“he’s just being so mean. and like, he’s never mean. sometimes we argue and stuff, but it’s always over stupid stuff, you know? and like, we make up super quick. but he’s like, so mad at me. and i swear to god, i didn’t even do anything.”

“it’s his first real relationship, right?” she asks, while pouring a drink

“yeah. i guess maybe that’s why. i just like, never thought he’d be like this. all jealous.”

“i think most guys are, honestly. or at least, the insecure ones. either way though, he shouldn’t be acting that way. i’m glad you got out to clear your head.”

you nod and take a sip. you’re tipsy, you realize. it actually feels pretty nice though. letting loose to someone like this. you should be talking to hamzah, but he doesn’t seem to want to listen. you sigh and shake your head like it’ll clear the thoughts away.

when you walk through the door, the house is silent. it’s nearly one am, so you assume at first that hamzah fell asleep. that is until you’re going to hang your jacket up and hear him open the bedroom door. you press your eyes closed, ready for the reprimanding.

“you scared the shit out of me.”

you turn around to face him, and his eyebrows are knit together. he’s in the doorway, his arms crossed and his back against the doorframe. he chews at his lip.

“sorry.” you mumble, going to take your shoes off.

“sorry?” he scoffs, uncrossing his arms and using them as he speaks, “you were out for hours, y/n!”

“i told you i’d be back later.” you don’t look at him, don’t step forward. you stand there, your arms pressed against our chest, holding yourself tight.

“that’s all i get then? not even a text? what the fuck, y/n.” his nostrils flare as he talks, and he starts moving closer to you. “I had no idea if you were safe! you could have gotten fucking killed.”

you laugh, moving your head back like you can’t believe what he’s saying. though honestly - he’s right. the city can be sketchy, especially at night. you seldom went on walks without him this late. especially drunk. which, he hasn’t seemed to notice you are yet.

“killed? come on.”

“don’t act like that’s crazy to say. the streets are dangerous. you know that!” he’s in your face now, motioning with his hands. “seriously, y/n, what the fuck.”

you flinch as he raises his hands in exclamation.

“so you’re mad again, great.” before you know it, you’re crying again.

you hold yourself tighter as tears start to fall. you feel like a little kid, just standing there helpless. the drinks are really getting you now.

hamzah is silent for a minute as you sob. he stands so close to you, but doesn’t dare move. when you finally look up at him, his gaze has softened and his hands are in his pockets. he reaches out slowly to brush your hair out of your face, looking at you like he’s waiting for protest. instead, you lean into his hand on your cheek.

he stares at you for a moment and you can’t tell how he feels. his eyes scan your features, landing on your lips, which are quivering just slightly. after a few moments of just looking at one another, he puts his arms out, offering a hug.

you fall against his chest and start sobbing all over again.

he rubs circles into your back absent-mindly, whispering little “shhs”. you don’t even thin of how angry you were today. how mean he was. you just cry and let him hold you. he pulls you two apart and goes to hold your face in his palms.

“how much did you drink,baby? " he asks, wiping a tear.

“not that much. just like, a few.”

“a few what?”

“mmm seltzers?” you say, more of a question than an answer.

he sighs.

“okay. well, i think you should go to bed, yeah?”

your eyes scan his face, searching for whatever emotion he’s hiding. surely he’s still angry. you hold onto both his arms while you speak.

“hamzah.”

“yeah?”

“i don’t like my high school boyfriend.”

“i know.”

he presses his eyes shut tight. his chest rises and falls slowly and before you can argue that he clearly doesn’t know, he speaks again.

“i was gonna apologize when you got home.”

“but now you’re mad again.” you say, pouting

“not about that. and i’m not mad, y/n, i was worried. you were gone for five hours without a text or anything.”

“m’sorry.” you mumble, pressing your head against his chest again.

“let’s go to bed, okay?”

he strokes your hair as you breath in his scent. he’s warm, and it hits you how tired you are. Ou nod softly against him and before you know it, he’s picking you up and carrying you to bed. giggling, you land with a plop. he joins you and holds you tight.

“we can talk more tomorrow, yeah. you deserve a better apology but i have a feeling you won’t remember much of it if i tell you now.”

you nod, scooting back to press your back against his chest. he kisses your shoulder. you fall asleep.

-

i hope you guys enjoyed >.< requests are open

[daylighted]

Can you do a drabble for Number 67?

absolutely anything 4 u and them. esp bc i have NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT. I SWEAR. am just locking tf in to wrap up s1 before i start posting them again <3 i forgot this was in my drafts bc i thought it was buried in my inbox bc im a lil idiot ok. so sorry </3 pls take this as forgiveness.

this is also something canon that will happen eventually down the line, so u are all basically getting exclusive content rn hehehe.

the stanford cheer squad were incredible people, hosting a car wash to fundraise for the education of less fortunate children. you were incredible, and you knew it, having been the one to bring up the idea to the team captain yourself.

it was something you were passionate about, considering how hard you were working for your nursing degree, and how much of your own childhood was spent wishing for the same opportunities that the other kids got. that wish grew into a dream — pediatric nursing.

expectedly, the turnout was insane. people were so passionate about education for the youth of today. they were so passionate that they'd bring their freshly washed car back again into the open parking lot the team hosted it in.

hey, whatever you had to do, right? the money was racking in, and the pipe dream to help kids like you get more of a chance to get where you were without needing to sacrifice as much as you did was becoming a reality.

pour some sugar on me plays on the stereo propped on a foldout chair in the back. you were one of the sign girls, drawing the cars in from the campus streets and handling the cash intake.

adeline was on the other side of the tall sign. it was nice to have your sorority big sister cheering, too. you weren't yet close with a lot of the other girls, so having someone you knew you liked and that liked you made times like this, when the girls paired off to the assigned tasks, feel a lot less intimidating.

"lots of honks," she says idly, letting her arms and the sign fall in front of her, "but not a lot of people comin' in anymore."

you hum, pointing out a fancy black car a couple of miles away, just pulling into the parking lot. "they look like they'd be into a car wash."

adeline's eyes narrow in on where you're pointing, a little huff of laughter bubbling out of her mouth. "oh, the cardinal's two golden boys? sure."

surely that wasn't dean and taylor. adeline had an easier view, closer to the road they were driving on than you were by only a few feet, but you'd be able to recognize dean anywhere. surely that wasn't him, and his roommate, and that couldn't have been his car.

you watch it roll in — just in time to see the car jerk to the right in the direction of the car wash.

adeline's laugh brightens. "god, it is! of course they're comin' in." she turns over to you, eyebrows raised up. "you and dean are always in each other's orbit."

your face goes a little pink, and you let your arms fall now too to properly shoot her a glare. "shut up." you didn't even like dean like that. yeah, he was the first proper friend you'd made, if you didn't count the other two cheer girls you'd met during sorority rush. that didn't mean anything like what adeline implied. in fact, you'd tell her that. "taylor's prettier, anyways. don't you think?"

"taylor king is a pig." she rolls her eyes, a fond smile curling at the corner of her lips that gives way any irritation. "he's makin' his way through the cheer roster. don't let him put a cherry red notch in his belt."

the car slows to a stop outside of the giant makeshift sign entrance of the car wash. the driver's side window rolls down, and sure enough, you're met with dean winchester's pretty green eyes. "is it fifteen per car or per person?"

that was your proof that you and dean were not orbiting each other. no hello, no nice to see you; he was straight to the point around his friends. you just didn't seem to make the cut. "per car." you slip the sign between your knees, hand extended for the cash taylor was blatantly swinging in your direction. "though i could make it per person for you guys. because you're football."

"harsh," taylor interjects from the passenger seat, giving up on reaching across dean and tossing the loose bills. "oh no... now you have to bend down and pick them—" he's cut off by an elbow straight to the ribcage.

"ignore him." dean picks up the bills in his lap, handing them out to you. "i was askin' just so i could make him pay for me, too. he tried to kill us gettin' over here once he saw the sign."

taylor's face scrunches up in befuddlement, slapping dean over the forehead. "yeah i did. boobs, dean. fuckin' tits." he catches the elbow dean tries to reem him with again. "hell no was i letting this chance pass me by."

dean, to his credit, looks a little sheepish about all of this. you, to your credit, were very good at ignoring it. he was getting picked on enough, and you didn't want any excuse to start thinking that dean liked you enough to care about what you thought about him.

"drive on through," you say, bypassing dean's gaze to hold taylor's stare as you shove the wad of cash in your cropped white stanford tee. you expect it to break taylor's act, but all he does is break into a wolfish smile. taylor king may have been a pig, but he was so pretty.

dean inches forward, forcing the eye contact between the both of you to break. finally, a reprieve from the intensity that was the lineman and the quarterback's attention all at once.

short-lived relief, because taylor's ass is planted on the rolled down window on his door's frame, his head and shoulders visible above the top of the car. "how much for you to wash the car?" he shouts to you, his grin nearly ear to ear now.

you shake your head, laughing, your hands held up in surrender. "you offering to donate more?"

"babygirl, i'd donate a kidney for this."

adeline's eyes meet yours from her place at the edge of the ovehead sign. the whole point of the dynamic between big and little was that she was supposed to guide you. she'd done great so far, making the transition so much easier than it could have been.

you didn't want to be another notch on taylor's belt. you also didn't really want to test the line that existed between you and dean. but there were greater things than flimsy college relationships. a little extra money toward something more meaningful had its sacrifices, and you were more than willing to make them.

"fifty bucks and i'll wash this car all by myself," you finally answer, handing off your sign to kristen as you saunter up to the rest of the girls. kristen's protests are lost to you, and die off anyways when she realizes that neither of the boys in the newest car to join the lot of soapy ones are looking at her. they're looking at you. "extra soapy."

taylor visibly begins to fumble around in his varsity jacket pockets, but you're only paying attention to him in your peripheral vision. your eyes are back on dean, his expression unreadable.

"you're trouble," he mouths, shaking his head, the little dimples in his cheeks giving way to his amusement.

maybe he did care what you think. and maybe you cared what he thought, too. that's why you couldn't help but give into this, and also why you couldn't keep giving in after this. there had to be a line. there had to be something stable, or else everything would shatter.

you take the cash from taylor as you circle around dean's car and up to the speaker. you grab the ipod connected to it, flipping through the saved songs until you land on cherry pie by warrant.

it was hard to see if the line in the sand between you and dean was broken or crossed through the soapy water all over the windows and the windshield. it wasn't hard, though, to figure out which pair of eyes watched you the hardest through the haze of the glass.

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notes. cherry pov <3 hope u guys enjoyed PLS i missed the stanford!dean universe SOOOOO SOO SOOOO BADLY.

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[viaviv124]

Guys we need to bring back Klaus x Jesper because i'm literally going insane right now

Yes this is a post convincing y'all to also fall into brianworms of this dead ship.

This movie includes spoilers for the 2019 christmas movie Klaus, so uh if you didn’t watch it yet, do that! It's good!

For the ones who did watch the movie and want a refresher or who want to be invested in the fruitcakes before watching, a small summary.

Roughly, the movie is about this spoiled brat called Jesper, who is training to be a mailman (or already is one? Idk) but barely does anything bc he's rich and spoiled rotten, so his dad sends him to a scary, far away place in the north and to go back home he needs to deliver like a million letters or sum. That's where he meets Klaus, a grumpy old man who looks like he could kill him, who ropes him into delivering toys to kids at night. Over time the two of them become close, Jesper becomes more compassionate (basically pulling a Kuzco) and Klaus gets more open and friendly. There we learn that Klaus has a fuck ton of toys in his workshop bc he and his wife wanted kids but then his wife died and he lost all joy in life, meeting Jesper and also helping other children brought him this joy back.

There's more to that movie but i'll get to my ship points now.

1. BEAR X TWINK I NEEDN'T SAY MORE. Coward twink on top of that.

2. It's fluffy as fuck. I need you to imagine the cuddles between them. Just picture them in front of a cozy fire in eachothers arms. That's the vibe. Also i need you to hear me out on my hc that Jesper sometimes braids Klaus' hair and beard with pretty ribbons. Also, hurt/comfort. A lot of it.

3. ANGST POTENTIAL OH MY GOD THE ANGST. Since Klaus is older then Jesper, Jesper will outlive him eventually. (it's hinted (or stated idk) that Klaus died at the end of the movie but lets give them a few more years) MEANING Jesper finds himself in the exact same situation he found Klaus in. Alone and grieving after having lost his big love. Will he manage to move on or be stuck in the grief? WE CAN PLAY AROUND WITH THIS.

Also on top of everything we have the spirit of the dead wife CANONICALLY DRIVING THESE TWO TOGETHER. Literally. In the movie she's represented by a gust of wind and was the one leading Klaus to Jesper, which started this entire thing in the first place. Now i need you to imagine the following. Jesper n Klaus are dating and the wife sees that Klaus is finally happy and managed to move on. So imagine one day Jesper just hears a quiet "Take care of him for me, okay?" before the spirit disappears at last, as she can also move on fully now.

(Extra to the wife thing above: y'all know the song "i'll be here"? Now apply that to Klaus and his wife and, the end part specifically, to Klaus and Jesper.)

ANYWAY THIS IS JUST A FRACTION OF MY BRAINWORMS SO PLEASE LET THIS SHIP COME BACK AGAIN

[oscquinn]

౨ৎ DON'T BE A STRANGER (social edits)

summary; ellie enjoys her last summer before college, taking advantage of every moment before moving out to california. over the summer fans speculate about ellie's relationships with her brothers friends, but only one rumor can be true. which will it be?

tags; social media au, hughes sister oc, fictionization of these hockey players, etc etc etc. pre relationship nhl x oc ... but it's your guess as to who 🤭

a/n; this is only partially edited bc i simply needed to upload. this serves as a teaser for what's to come in my miniseries... see if you can guess who ellie will be paired with based on these posts ;))

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elhughes loves summer!

8.8k comments

jackhughes learned from the best 🏄🏻‍♂️

trevorzegras cause she learned from me

user01 more proof trev is the fourth hughes brother

elhughes @user01 trust i bully him like a brother :))

trevorzegras 🤙

elhughes hang ten brotha

lola_ohara i love summer almost as much as i love you (❤️ by creator)

elhughes love u so big 💕

andrea.m.lance need u to teach me to wake board (❤️ by creator)

elhughes yeah jack's useless at teaching

user02 wait did trev teach ellie fr 😭

elhughes i actually learned from quinn

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jackhughes Sunny days

12.3k comments

trevorzegras 🤙 (❤️ by creator)

elhughes do you comment the same thing on every post?

_quinnhughes Shredding 🏄🏻‍♂️ (❤️ by creator)

elhughes stop thirst trapping on my timeline jack

lhughes_06 Agreed.

jackhughes How is this a thirst trap

user01 LMAOOO JACK AND ELLIE

user02 her face i'm DEAD.

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trevorzegras Summer breakin'

12.9k comments

jackhughes PGA material (❤️ by creator)

elhughes never letting you drive the boat again

trevorzegras Extremely rude Ellie.

user01 awww the pic of ellie

user02 i love seeing el get along with her brothers friends

user03 yeah, she's "getting along" like "friends"...

elhughes @.user03 girl bye (❤️ by creator)

lhughes_06 Best guy on the green

trevorzegras Damn right

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colecaufield Par for the course

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trevorzegras Under or over?

colecaufield Yk it was under

elhughes @.colecaufield you're such a liar

jackhughes Way over

colecaufield @.jackhughes You're one to talk.

elhughes @.jackhughes @.colecaufield only par you two hit was the golf cart parking spot.

colecaufield Like you were any better?

elhughes I MADE PAR COLE

user01 COLE MAKING MOVES HELLO???

elhughes ur reading wayyy too much into this

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lhughes_06 A summer to remember

9.5k comments

elhughes cropping me and q out of the pic is heinous work

lhughes_06 😶

elhughes still proud of you bub, go devs! (❤️ by creator)

jackhughes Gonna be Jersey royalty (❤️ by creator)

_quinnhughes Crazy proud. Love you man ❤️ (❤️ by creator)

user01 im still so insane about this

user02 quinn next.

elhughes @_quinnhughes

user02 NO WAY 😭

njdevils welcome to the family, Luke 😈💯 (❤️ by creator)

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_alexturcotte Boys are back in town

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trevorzegras Guy in the sunglasses looks 🔥

_alexturcotte Best glasses award

lhughes_06 Do you know CPR?

_alexturcotte Why would I know CPR

lhughes_06 Can't have my sister drowning on your watch

elhughes LUKE 😭

user01 so ellie is in cali now?

elhughes she isss ☀️👙🌊

user01 omg enjoy ucla girlie!!

user02 i would pay for a detailed recount of what happened with ellie and jack's friends this summer

elhughes please get a life.

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andies.coming jack AND luke almost saw this when i opened the app.

elliefish DO YOU HAVE IT OUT FOR ME?

andiescoming YOU'RE THE ONE WHO POSTED IT

andies.coming it was an ACCIDENT

sarahsspams girl is it who i think it is??

elliefish text me 💋

pucklucklola i missed ONE roomie debrief wtf (❤️ by creator)

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[aq2003]

really love how throughout a lot of smith and jones martha is really skeptical and apprehensive towards ten (+ one of my favorite exchanges between them - "what, people call you 'the doctor'?" "yeah?" "well, i'm not. far as i'm concerned, you've got to earn that title."), not taking everything he says at face value, even doubting the fact he's an alien until over halfway through the episode.. And like. i really truly think the thing that wins her over isn't him kissing her or any of the other insane mixed messages he manages to send, it's this scene here, where he /earns that title/ in her eyes:

(+ david's bit in the commentary, where he says: "[the doctor] has actually sacrificed himself, and - i would say, that that final act of selflessness is what finally, eventually, welds martha to him. [...] and she now returns it. she returns that act of selflessness.")

this is what their relationship is built on. it isn't about martha being the second-best replacement to rose or a rebound or whatever. bc it isn't really about rose. it's about doctor-in-training martha meeting someone (quite literally, "the doctor") whose ideals she aspires to, and doing her best to be the same person to him as he is to everyone else. it's about ten in return admiring her intelligence and inquisitiveness and how she cares for human life, recovering his compassion, letting himself lean on her for support - and then remembering at the most inopportune moments that he's supposed to not need anyone and be on his own forever. And around in their little nightmare loop they go where they save each other over and over until one of them breaks

i've seen ppl look at martha and go "why she does she admire/why is she so in love with ten if he acts like that to her?" or something along those lines and like. it's not just the fact she's in love with him (in fact i'd argue she actively tries to push it aside post-gridlock). it's the fact that she knows he's the kind of person to put everyone else's lives/well-being over his own. she trusts him to save her when she's in trouble even though it's been like two days at most that they've known one another bc she recognizes that same "deep all-encompassing drive to help others" in him. and she also recognizes, much much earlier than him, that he needs someone to save him, especially when he's unwilling to save himself. and yeah for a bit she thinks he returns her feelings and is just playing hard-to-get, but she realizes pretty early on that this probably isn't the case, and i think that realization fully solidifies here:

(this is when she's listening to ten talk abt gallifrey). And idk it might just be me but i think this expression isn't just her empathizing with his loss. it's also guilt, for wanting something from him that he's clearly unable to give when he's wracked with so much grief. (and you see it in the next episode, where tallulah asks if they're together and martha says for certain that they're not, and that he doesn't know about her feelings for him. she keeps everything to herself bc she now knows that when he shut her flirting down at the end of 3x01 it was the genuine reaction of someone who a) isn't interested and b) is scared of getting close with someone else again)

freema described their dynamic as "she's keener than him" and i think about this all the time. martha doesn't really take what ten throws at her. what she does instead is constantly poke holes in his already-failing front of "i will show someone the wonders of the universe so i can ignore what is wrong with me". what she does is stand up and fight him when he tries to go off on his own. what she does is put aside her well-being in favor of helping someone - just like what she saw him do for the people in the hospital when they first met. tldr, that's the doctor and his doctor and rip martha you would've loved who's gonna save u now by rina sawayama

[dreamsy990]

your opinions on odypen please? :3

(prompt) hey. hey athena. athena you do NOT want me to get started on odypen. um a 5 if its not clear. anyways under this cut i am going to gush aimlessly. this is your warning turn back now

I LOVE ODYPEN I LOVE ODYPEN RARUGHHHHH i love them so much its like actually insane they drive me sooo fucking crazy i need to see them in every situation at every age i need to see them fall in love over and over again i need to watch them grow old together i cant even. articulate it.

there is something sooooooooo interesting about odypen to me. there is something about devotion that drives me insane and they are the very definition of the word ok. they do not care about circumstance they do not care what fucking happens. all that matters is that they love each other and they will continue to love each other forever.

yapping about the individuals now ahah. um i like odysseus' side of it a lot. IF ITS NOT CLEAR FROM MY ENTIRE BLOG AS OF LATE. something about penelope being like. quite literally his everything. one time i said something like "he is nothing before he is penelope's and without her he is nothing at all" and i think that kinda gets how i think about them. i specifically like ody being like. an unhealthy amount of obsessed with her. the glasses are not rose tinted they are just fucking red bro you cant see shit through these. anyways penelope isnt just his wife shes his lifeline shes his hope she is why he keeps going even when itd be so much easier to just give up and i find that soooo fun. hes such a freak about her. anyways i hate this guys reaction series because he is so lacking in media literacy its insane but he brought up the point that every time odysseus does something he desperately doesnt want to do he invokes penelope and i do really like that point. penelope comes before everything to him. i also like that hes specifically in love with her because shes so smart. mr self obsessed freak with a phd in massive ego-ology is like. i love my wife who is so smart she is on my level she is higher than it even. that part is very important to me too. anyways um thats ody.

and PENELOPE PENELOPEEEEEEE. waughhh i loveeee her so much. something about clinging to ghosts man. refusing to accept that hes dead and gone and he will never come home. i need her to yell at people for speaking about ody in the past tense soooo bad its crazy bro. i reallyyyy like her patience not only from a waiting perspective but also from a post canon angle beause like. we all agree ody is horribly traumatized by all that shit right. anyways her husband is sooo deeply fucked up and i love her staying through all that. she truly does not care whats going on or what hes going through thats her husband and she will be there for him. what the fuck ever mannnnn. i also like that shes not the nicest? penelope is kind but she is not gentle and thats soooo important to me. i just waughhhhhhhh. i love that she responds to odys question not with sweetness but with anger. how fucking dare he insinuate she would need to fall in love with him again. that in any world she could stop. its fucking crazy bro I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM.

anyways ummm less serious thoughts but still sorta serious bc i wanna yap about what i imagine their dynamic to be. so this is like somewhat headcanony. anyways

i like to think they argue a lot. not super seriously its just that theyre both very strong personalities and they find fucking with people fun and so the inevitable outcome is they will have an argument that seems like it will ruin their marriage to an outside observer, and then 3 seconds later they are making out sloppy style because thats their idea of foreplay. nobody does it like them fr

i loveeee the idea of them both being kinda clingy. precanon i think its less extreme, like whenever they have the opportunity they are together and probably being grossly in love in public. and then postcanon we uh times that by seven hundred. penelope is possessive odysseus is clingy and telemachus is gagging in the corner because theyre actually disgusting with how obsessed with each other they are. its like 70% a trauma thing probably. half a lifetime of seperation does that to a guy i guess.

and lastly, so importantly, penelope tops. thank you for your time you have been an incredible audience thank you for listening to my incomprehensible odypen ramblings

[pupyuj]

[cw: smut, masturbation, g!p, voyeurism, breeding, stalking??]

this pic of yujin got me acting up i'm sorry she's my dumb loser boyfriend i need her so bad 😩😩

imagine g!p yujin as your super hot, super cute but perverted next-door neighbor 👀

she has a very busy daily life, so you only see her at least three times a day and it's either when when she leaves her house early in the morning from work, get home from work some time in the late afternoon, and when she leaves her house again for her usual post-work routines (like going to the gym, hanging out with friends, walking her dog, etc.) . but yujin? yujin sees you a lot.

the windows in your bedrooms are right across each other, and yujin has developed this habit of subtly watching you every night after she comes home from her activities... she watches you while you're getting changed, or wiping off your makeup... and sometimes, she even catches your hookups,,, a lot of times yujin has stared intently through the barely opaque curtains you had in your room and watched as you bounce on someone's strap, or while you're getting your pussy eaten out.. but she likes it the best when you were bent over your own bed being pounded from behind,,

the sight drives yujin insane, and she ends up whipping her dick out and jerking herself off as she watched you, wishing that she was the one filling up your tight holes instead of just some random person,,,

OMGG when you invite her over to your house bcs you're throwing a party and she somehow manages to get you alone in your room 😵‍💫 you going on and on about finding extra pillows and blankets for your friends who are planning on spending the night while yujin stands by the door, realizing that everything she wanted, she could have right now...

yujin coming up behind you, pressing her hard cock against your ass and her hands immediately fondling your tits. her degrading you,, calling you a 'fucking whore' for having sex where someone can see you,,,, when you call her a 'creep' for continuously watching you through her window, she doesn't get mad.. in fact, she gets turned on even more bcs you obviously liked what she has done and what she was currently doing!!

yujin throwing you down on your bed, pulling off your panties and shorts in one swift motion,,, you're spreading your legs open while she pulls her cock out, already dripping with precum and has been the moment you pulled her inside your house and she saw you in a tank top and a thin flannel jacket and no bra,,

😳 her being so rough bcs your cunt feels so much better than she expected,,,, pounding into your walls mercilessly,, both of you moaning loudly, not at all caring if the party goers downstairs can hear you (they were all too drunk to care anyway)... the sight of your breasts bouncing while she thrusted her cock into you drove her insane, and when you started moving yourself so you could push her cock deeper inside you, yujin fucking came,, rope after rope of cum filling you up and making your head spin,, 🤤

also like the idea of continuing to have sex w other people while yujin keeps on watching,,, then you're inviting her over after every hookup bcs nobody can fill you up as good as your stalker neighbor yujin and her cock did :((

[sheepoftheseus]

lockstep

the end of wha ch 62 is loadbearing for my heart. essay under the cut

if you like what i do, you can tip me on kofi so i can keep drawing deer & gay people. all of my art will always be available for free but i do unfortunately need to feed myself also

my favorite part of wha by kamome shirahama is a very small insignificant addendum in ch 62. i talk about it constantly but have never written abt it. it's the one w/ the fire deer

i have a super weird relationship w/ art. i started drawing when i was like old enough to know what colors were. i used to make money freelancing thru commissions which i promo'd thru the fanart i drew. people knew abt me bc i was good at ace attorney men & i could afford food + nice things on occasion because of it. i worked way below min wage bc i'd rather drive myself into the ground than dare to assert that my art was worth more than 20usd + had many part time retail jobs. i unfortunately know a lot about selling myself abt best times to post for traction etc it was always for money

i am trying to repair my relationship w/ art bc it's something i just want to enjoy again. i'm super utilitarian about media i like it has to be meaningful or beautiful bc i refuse to sit around & watch junk food shows all day. wha is one of those things where i like it bc it is all these

62's addendum starts w/ a joke abt haha funny the gay artist freak has a deadline. gets up pulls back & does very small things that are just having a life outside of making shit. it takes presumably the whole day & there's another joke that goes like this

off the cuff makes a comment about well this ambiguous deadline isn't going away but it's not "we're fucked forever" it's "i don't have time to do other shit"

sits up, looks outside, some dumb gay shit about wondering what the kids are up to. mind begins to wander & naturally it settles on something that is so clearly a flashback to something traumatizing that his body physically reacts. next couple of lines are like this

the deadline doesn't fucking matter because i'm very sick. something very sweet about kids not fully realizing how they're traumatized that i'm not qualified to talk about even though i work w/ traumatized kids. he gets up & goes outside again

here's like my favorite goddamn page in the entire thing & also the reference i used for this thing

one of the girls asks him why he made this. he sort of struggles to answer but because he's talking to a child he is taking care of so there's not really space to go "hey i am traumatized & this is helping me"

a doodle is insane for something so like ostentatious which is super funny. like those artists who post mona lisas & go "quick fun doodle :)". maybe he's gay coz only gay artists will do shit like this

the end of 62 is "i guess there is good that comes even when nothing good comes to mind" & then some lofty shit abt childhood innocence. the last panel is this

which is something that people send to me a lot bc wow that's so you!

this is all to say that i live my life like this. i get my shitty body rocked by flashbacks especially after being abused on & off for 22 years. the things that have been working for me have been sleeping for more than 2 hrs & also trying to kill the part of me that instinctively goes "i don't have time to sleep"

my ch 62 moment started because i was running to the er after an urgent care nurse went "oh yeah dude the months long debilitating migraines probably are not good". complained a lot about how i didn't have time to be in pain bc i was putting together stuff for a zine fair. i had to uber there coz it was so unbearably painful despite being loaded tf up on painkillers. the guy who drove me looked exactly like my abuser there was a song playing that was named after the place where i was abused. he was very sweet but i did relive in vivid detail the moments where my abuser drove me to the er for migraines. this one was different coz i wasn't sitting in the passenger's seat or being antagonized for lying

it was very bad. i got home & collapsed instantly. i woke up & went yeah ok fuck it i need to do something cool that goes hard but i had to wait coz of deadlines

i met my deadline. the fair went great despite running on 2 hrs of sleep & i got consigned coz of a zine i wrote in a single day while in a state of complete delirium. i stumbled over the word consignment when i was given the paper at the distro. now i'm having my fun trauma doodle which i tried very hard to rationalize as good practice or i'm studying or i'm going to make this into a print. i think it's just nice

a sign that i'm getting better is that i've let stories move me again. this was the first time i realized that. i hope to god it is not the last

[yume-writes]

Sorry if you're busy, I hope I didn't become a bother for the multiple asks, but here's what Happened during and After the Wedding Fiasco, in Optimus Pov of course. Sorry if it's another Megop or Opmeg centric. I'm addicted to their Divorce relationship and Breakup, Making It Everyone's Problem!

As Optimus Took a glance at Megatron who initiated the situation with Starscream's idea. (The Decepticons all glared at Starscream during this with faces telling they wanted this to be over soon and potentially beat the seeker up). Besides him was Blue Cop who was unfortunately to become Megatron's Victim of Delusions™ alongside Him. (Poor bot), Optimus glance then turns back to Megatron in Pity but in his own eyes, there's a hidden spark that should've been buried from when he was just a simple clerk, reading all of Megatron's Writing and poetry who admired the young clerk long ago... It was LONGING... Despite everything he and the Decepticons have gone against Cybertron, the Autobots, and Everyone including the Metal Cardbots. He couldn't dare to hate someone who was once a Gladiator, a Revolutionary, and Inspiration, and a Friend...

He wouldn't admit these feelings towards him right now, especially Blue cop besides him who's Panicking and trying to rattle his way out. Optimus couldn't blame Megatron's behaviour for slowly losing who he once was, that even went as far as Kidnapping Blue cop to make him the next Pax to his Spark. Maybe in another timeline where they could be friends once again or even more... But, This wasn't what Optimus wanted it to be...

(Also, Imagine Megatron wearing Equivalent to a Cybertronian Wedding dress, Here's the Post I saw I followed, I can't stop thinking about it not only does it show how far he's fallen, it also parallels my interpretation of a bride who got stood up from her wedding. And it suits Beautiful on Him!)

MCB x TFP crossover

No, no! You didn't bother me! I'm happy about the asks. I just get bouts of extreme motivation and then lose that motivation, I'm more than happy to continue answering asks!

And, god, Optimus still having longing in his spark drives me insane! After everything he went through, after all the gore and war he saw, after what Megatron did to Bumblebee, he still longs for Megatron.

How could he not?

He still remembers how he used to be. That bot who had so many optimistic ideas on how to change the system, on how to make life better for the lower castes. The one who would write poetry just for Orion. He's gone, Optimus knows this, but he just can't let go of that

Even after the latest events with Blue Cop, he understands why. He understands why Megatron does this, that understanding sits heavy in his tanks. If only, oh! If only things were different for them. If only everything worked out in their favor. How would they be then? They would be together

He lost Megatronus, and now he's losing Megatron. He doesn't know what will happen if he loses him. Sometimes, sometimes, a traitorous part of him wants to stay, but he can't. His team, the humans, the cardbots, and especially Blue Cop need him. So even though it hurts, he leaves once again

Also I love the picture of Megs in a wedding dress, he looks amazing, but imagine what it would look like after the fight. It would be torn in several places, some parts ripped off entirely, energon would be splattered on it, and dirt, smoke, and dust would dirty it. He's not only a bride who got stood up at her wedding, he's a vengeful one

(Also should we make a ship name for the blue Cop and Megatron ship, and the OP, Megs, and BC ship? Like I know they were crack ships, but by this point they've been fleshed out a bit and I want something to tag these ship posts with something for organization purposes)

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

[94perreaults]

OUTLIERS l GP94

CHAPTER TWO OF THE PERREAULT PARADOX

SUMMARY: Somehow Gabe Perreault turns a casual conversation into a two-hour spiral of laughter, flirting, and dangerously soft smiles. Sophia’s night was supposed to be forgettable. Gabe makes sure it isn’t.

a/n: Once again, hi! Having so much ready for this AU in my Google Docs is actually driving me insane. I want to post everything all at once. All the thoughts, headcannons, and chapters. But, it's fine, I'll survive. Very anxiously, but I'll survive. This has more dialogue, which I'm not great at— but I'm trying! I'm a STEM girl, give me some time and it'll be less formal eventually (I hope. Fingers crossed). Sorry for the long notes, I'm a D1 yapper. If you read this so far, thanks! I hope you like it! Likes, reblogs and asks are always welcomed!

In statistics, an outlier is a data point that strays too far from the rest — easy to dismiss, impossible to ignore.

Sophia was great at ignoring things. Unnecessary emotions, distractions, people who didn’t use their turn signals. She had a system. A way of organizing her life into little folders she could close when needed. But, apparently there wasn’t a folder labeled “hot BC hockey guy with questionable fashion choices and a stupid smile.”

Because Gabe Perreault — with his backwards hat, his dumb charming energy, and his stupid perfect smile — refused to stay in the mental box where she put people like him. The kind she didn't take seriously. The kind she rolled her eyes at in dining halls and avoided at parties.

Except she wasn’t avoiding him. She was, in fact, sitting next to him at a sticky bar table with one leg bouncing under the surface and a vodka soda she’d barely touched. 

“Harvard?” he asked, like he already knew the answer.

She nodded, cautious. “How’d you guess?”

“You look like a Harvard girl.”

She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“Nope,” he said, smiling. “Just explains why you looked at the beer list like it offended you personally.”

She almost smiled. Almost. “That’s because it did.”

He laughed — warm, loud, too easy for someone she’d just met. Like she’d said the funniest thing he’d heard all night.

“And you?” she asked, “BC?”

“Yepppp,” he said, popping the p like it was charming. (Spoiler alert: It was) “Don’t hold it against me.”

She raised a brow. “Give me a reason not to.”

That grin again — full of confidence and zero shame. “I’ve been told by a few my company’s a solid B-plus.”

And then he smiled again and it was like her brain hit save.

He introduced himself like it was nothing — like they weren’t total strangers in a bar that smelled like spilled beer and teenage regret. Like he did this kind of thing all the time. Maybe he did. But when he looked at her, it didn’t feel like a bit. It felt personal. Focused. Real.

And okay — maybe she didn’t want to like how he asked questions or actually listened when she talked. But there she was, letting him talk to her, joke, make her laugh. Out loud. In public. Like a lunatic.

What was this boy doing to her?

They talked. And talked. Until time stopped behaving like time. Until the bar felt like its own weird little snow globe. He kept smiling at her, and she kept not looking away. Not just because of the smile — but the way it was aimed at her, like she was funny. Like he got her. Like he’d already decided he liked her and was just waiting for her to catch up.

What felt like five minutes turned into an hour. Then two. Somehow, between watered-down drinks and his shameless flirting, they talked the whole night. And the way he looked at her — like he was tuning out the whole bar just to hear her finish a sentence — made something skip in her chest she definitely didn’t have time for. And every time she thought the moment might be over — that the spell might break — he’d say something else, some stupid little thing that made her forget what she was supposed to be doing with her life. Like making the Dean’s List. But any time he’d laughed and looked at her, with the kind of laugh that felt like sunlight breaking through February, she couldn’t think of anything else.

And just when she almost forgot that the world outside this strange, sticky bar still existed, Naomi reappeared in quick steps, with relief washing over her face, like she had been looking for Sophia, like she was worried.

“There you are,” she said, grabbing Sophia by the wrist. “It’s almost two. And I swear someone just tried to sleep with me by offering me some dodgy cryptocoin or something.”

Gabe stood too, hands in his pockets, watching her with that lazy, lopsided grin.

“Hey, Harvard,” he said. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Sophia didn’t promise anything.

But she also didn’t look away until Naomi dragged her out the door.

[c1oud999]

hi

i just wanted to come on here and talk about my experience with spirituality. warning: longggg post ahead.

basically ive been in the spiritual community for YEARS now. ive had existential crisis since the age of 11 and ive gone through many phases of many different spiritual trends. from law of attraction, to witchcraft, to religious devotion, to law of assumption and now finally non dualism. i read books, meditated for hours and hours, talked to spiritual ppl from all walks of life and watched all the episodes of ganga upanishad (a show i still highly recommend, you can watch on youtube). all this childhood trauma and mental illness made me crave for sweet relief. but nothing really made sense until law of assumption. i thought that that would be it yk. i thought i was done searching but i think that was when i was searching for things the most. i do know i have it in my 4d, when will i see it? i thought i would get all my desires but did not meet success. and then the non dualism trend began and i hopped onto it like pretty much everyone else. i was bewildered at the stuff teachers kept saying. what do you mean everything's an illusion? there's no way that's true. my very real surroundings are causing me VERY real pain and suffering. oh no no there must be a deeper meaning behind all this. and so i read all the books in 4dbarbies drive, but nothing clicked. yes it made sense intellectually, but i didnt want to believe it bc where is the materialisation satisfaction here? also i felt none of the euphoria that was supposed to come with self realisation. which means i must not be a realised being. and then i cried and cried and cried, isolated myself, literally stopped going to school and just lay in bed all day. but ofc, i continued to read the tumblr posts like i had been doing for the past several years. and yesterday i read 4dkelly's post about giving up. it made sense. by the time i had finished reading the post i had truly given up on everything. on wanting, hoping, fearing, striving etc etc. i was SO tired. so i gave up. fell asleep. i woke up really late as usual and missed the school bus. i ate breakfast in silence, switched the tv on and lied down on the couch like always. and like always out of compulsion and force of habit i reached for my phone and looked up non dualism on twitter. and then i came across a tweet that said a simple sentence only- "nothing is ever actually happening." woah. that kinda drove me to the edge of the cliff i desperately wanted to jump off. i turned on some dnb background music and turned the shower on. i stood under the boiling hot water like some dramatic bitch and started piecing together the "puzzle". it all made so much sense now. i got out of the shower and left the house for the first time in months with a cute outfit and makeup on and everything. i went to the mall, bought candles, stickers, eye masks, coffee, and a doughnut with absolutely no social anxiety at all. i sat by window, read some poetry on my e-reader, cried, peered down at the floor below me and cried some more at the sight of little kids sitting on santa's lap and taking pictures and marveled at all the christmas decorations around me. it was insane. i decided i was going to be neutral towards everything but im in love. maddeningly so. in love with this dream that i thought did not love me back. but love is all there is. I AM ALL THERE IS. and i need you to take this literally. there is nothing happening. there is nothing here except you. nothing to fear, nothing to desire. ik a lot of people are going to dismiss this post because it's not a "materialisation success story" but i honestly dont think i can ever want anything physically bc in all its true essence, what is there to materialise? i am already whole and complete. i am lying on this cold hard floor, but i have never felt warmer. also ik there may be a lot of things ive written you might not agree with but again, this is NOT REAL. I AM. i hope this post helps you.

thank you to all the blogs ive come across and all the pointers they have shared: @se1f @realisophie @itgomyway @4dkellysworld @4dbarbie-backup @infiniteko @iamthat-iam and many more i cannot thank enough.

lots and lots of love (more than you can ever imagine), and good luck.

[genderfluid-cvnt]

recently my sex drive has been absolutely insatiable i thought i should share what happened the other day bc. oh my god it was insane (long horny post warning)

i partly blame this really hot guy me and my partner had been talking to on grindr, we were both getting so worked up thinking about them coming over and what we would all do together. so the next day while my partner was at work i was still feeling really riled up, i started touching myself on the sofa and was reading loads of hot posts but not letting myself cum. and when my partner got home after we had some dinner they obviously noticed the state i was in so they continued to touch my tdick over my clothes while watching tv, and we stayed like that for ages and i was floating near the edge the whole time. i was so hard and i soaked through my underwear and my leggings. we eventually went to bed where they restrained me and continued to edge me, alternating between sucking me off, using different toys on me and fucking me, and i was being so good and letting them know when i was getting close so they could stop. and then they started touching themselves while fucking me with a rabbit and the sight of them getting themselves off and moaning above me was so incredibly hot so i said i was getting close again and they turned it off but a second after that i couldn't help myself and i came with no stimulation... and then they said i would have to keep going for them to finish properly so they started licking my pussy again and normally i'm way too sensitive after i cum but this time i could keep going and they got me near the edge not long after... then they said they weren't gonna cum in me they would just make me watch them again since i found it so hot. and i had to just lie there with my wrists buckled to my thighs while they touched themselves until their cum dripped onto me as they moaned... and as a reward they finally made me cum with the rabbit again properly this time and i came so fucking hard. after that we settled into bed and they fell asleep but i wasn't even done yet... i could feel my cunt throbbing and i really needed to touch myself some more, even though my tdick felt like it was on fire i edged myself a few more times and then came in the bed next to them while they slept

[thepunkmuppet]

I have spent so much time thinking about the miss holloway musical WHICH THEY HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN and I need to spill my thoughts about it

there is no point or end to this it’s just a brain fart of all the thoughts I’ve been having so enjoy I guess lmfao

“backstory”. it will be about her backstory. was she an 80’s music star who sold her mortal life for fame in a deal that backfired on her?? or was she a woman with the gift about to be hanged by the hatchet men who saved herself by making that same deal?? HOW FAR BACK DOES THIS GO IS WHAT IM ASKING WE KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT THIS WOMAN

if it’s the former, I would love to maybe have mariah as casey (the girl with the gift in the witchwood who asked for her autograph) be an actual character who holloway maybe tries to help. also kim singing 80’s songs fuck yeah

and if it’s the latter then,,, oh wow. some heavy musical numbers, a shitload of hatchetmen / church of the starry children lore, and maybe another form of the lords in black (maybe the creepy hooded figures that we see drawn in the black book???)

also sorry EDIT I just looked at this picture again and the middle one (probably wiggly) is holding a knife. there’s no fucking way that’s not the black blade this is absolutely miss holloway guys omggggg

I would love to see this scene on stage with kim!!!! this would make 5 different forms of the LIB that we’ve seen / heard about (dolls, teens / humans, their true forms, wiggly in made in america, and whatever this is). I’m just imagining you see these black hooded figures, and then in the pro-shot you get a good look inside their hoods… and their faces are NOT human. like just imagine a massive purple eye staring out of one of those hoods, maybe even moving and blinking, a cool animatronic thing. SO CREEPY!! I also love the idea of switching up the actors again - I love jon so much as wiggly and I don’t think they would change him bc of his voice, but with the rest of them I think any actor can play a LIB which opens up so many possibilities…

I also would love to know how miss holloway met duke, and potentially even how many times they have met and then he had to forget her. considering the fact that we now have weird lore about his dad in 2005, did she know duke when he was younger?? did she help him out when he was a teenager, or help his dad?? is it a family thing, like she’s vowed to watch over the keane family or something??

duke’s dad is a big part of this tbh, because what a random insane lore / backstory drop, like WHAT? I genuinely have no idea what douglas keane sr’s murder could be about, except that it ties in to duke and to wilbur. and shows that 2005 is SO DAMN IMPORTANT

2005 was the year hannah was born, the year the portal to the black and white was created, the year wilbur cross went insane and became a disciple of the LIB, the year miss holloway took on the mantle of “miss holloway”, and (very likely) the year miss holloway and wilbur fought. so i think it’s safe to say that the musical itself will be set in 2005, which to me means macnamara and wilbur backstory alongside holloway and duke, which is very very fun

I like the idea that wilbur and macnamara were canonically together, and I really want to see pre-LIB wilbur. I also love the idea of macnamara and holloway working together or even becoming friends - despite being set a decade and a half before nightmare time, it would feel like the culmination of the two hanging plot threads / overarching arcs to me. also the idea that it was holloway who introduced macnamara to the paranormal and therefore essentially set up PEIP and doomed wiley is some juicy stuff that I would LOVE to see, especially if either macnamara or wiley lived in hatchetfield as kids and miss holloway helped them, inspiring whichever one of them to set up PEIP

ok so leading off of that I have a clear vision of a potential final scene that is driving me insane, and that’s the main reason why I patched together this post.

the final scene is the fight between miss holloway and wilbur, the one that happens in every single timeline.

and the basic idea is that we see both fights at once. there’s a song, and the stage is like black friday and spies are forever, with a level above the stage the actors can walk up to and stand on. joey and kim sing, and do their bit on the stage, but above the stage there are either doubles or a projection, mirroring the choreography. only in the pro-shot version, they would splice in joey and kim playing both pairs, which I just think would turn out looking really awesome despite being tricky to pull off live.

and yeah basically at the exact same time, one wilbur stabs holloway, and the other holloway stabs wilbur, creating a gorgeous visual representation of the newly splintered timelines.

either that or they do a trail to oregon and just do a different ending each night, and then splice them together in the pro-shot like I was saying. but I personally prefer the first one, if they’re able to pull it off and make it look good

and duke shows up just after that, having followed miss holloway throughout the story so far. and in the universe where wilbur’s dead, miss holloway makes him forget it all, hence this being the year that she takes on the new name and the fact that we know he has forgotten about her / her true past before. and then in the universe where holloway is dead, he holds her as she dies in his arms. bonus points if we get dying holloway saying “please don’t forget me” and living holloway saying “you have to forget me”. oh and just to be cruel, both dukes saying “I could never forget you” at the same time :) stew on that for a bit. yeah. fuck you I guess lol I woke up and chose violence today apparently

the idea of the two of them finding each other again after that in some timelines is just gorgeous to me, especially given the fact that NMT3 seems to suggest them finding each other AGAIN after she needs to make him forget. truly star crossed lovers they are so insane for this

in summary I guess what I’m trying to say is I think it will include miss holloway’s full backstory and then be mostly set in 2005, and centre around the opening of the black and white portal (macnamara and wilbur), miss holloway meeting duke (wilbur murdering duke’s dad, possibly something with lex and hannah if duke was already a social worker) and eventually the big fight between holloway and wilbur, ending in the audience seeing both potential endings. also obviously a reference to hannah’s birth because that seemed to be some kind of catalyst. thank you for coming to my utterly deranged ted talk goodbye