#some chickn in there too

[mer-se]

vegan food is boring

[carionto]

Plug and play... just don't forget to check the voltage

The Pirate Admiral (still self appointed title) Big Thrasher had finally done it! He had acquired a piece of overpowered Human technology - a gravitational beam weapon system - for his undefeatable* fleet (very much defeatable with a factual track record of failure. Twice.). (he got it off a space yard sale)

They had mounted it on his prized flagship - Thrashinator!!! (exclamations points are indeed part of the name) - and with the boost of confidence boosted towards the nearest trade depot, leaving the rest of his fleet scrambling to catch up.

"Surrender all your precious valuables, scruffs! Big Thrasher is taking ownership of everything in my sight!! Refuse, and I'll let this H U M A N made gravity gun do the rest of the talking!!! Humha mha mha mhaa mmmhaaaa!!!!"

A few quiet moments later, someone from a docked trade vessel hailed the Thrashinator!!!. It was a strange looking ship, it had what looked like wheels and a... exhaust pipe and air intake grill? What mattered more was the person on the other end was a Human, speaking in what the translator indicated was a forced accent.

"Howdy 'dere, pardner. I hear ye be threatenin' this 'ere fine establishment wit' somthin' ya took from ma' folk. Ya kno' wat I say to dat? Do it, pal. I bet yer countin' yer chickns' 'fore they hatch'd."

Having a Human talk to him in a veiled threatening way caused some discomfort and apprehension in Big Thrasher, but he told himself - No! Don't be scared by their taunts. Humans have only ever been lucky. You are undefeatable in a fair fight! And now it will be a fair fight! YES!!

FIRE THE GRAVITY GUN!!!

The Thrashinator!!! began to hum with power, the gravitational beam weapon system was charging up, the strain of unfettered engineering colliding with the reliability of countless eons of proven designs used throughout the Galaxy. Then, when the Thrashinator!!! was noticeably beginning to vibrate from the raw force exuded by the hastily attached piece of foreign machinery plugged into their native power generators, Big Thrasher looked at the dials.

2% charged.

Before he could process what the number meant, there was a ship-wide blackout, followed by the backup generators meekly kicking in. However, due to the built-in redundancies of Human weapons always wanting to be available, those too got fried as their collective battery power added a whole 0.3% to the charge.

Human weapons, all systems really, are power hungry. Not to say they are inefficient, far from it, it's just that fundamental design principles differ when you do, in fact, have access to infinite and fast energy in the form of miniature stars.

Anyway, the rest of Big Thrasher's fleet soon caught up and, using recently observed Human tactics, attached several hyper-drives to the Thrashinator!!! and jumped to a safe haven.

The space trucker Jenny "Way Jane" Klara, who taunted Big Thrasher, had a few weeks of extranet fame from her posting the "confrontation" and subsequent posts such as "LOL, Aliens forget to check the voltage, EPIC FAIL!" on social media. She quickly got bored though and went back to being the massive gear-head she is and talking in almost pure technical terms, inspiring a small following to get into hyper-modifying their vessels into other similar "retro" style vehicles.

[koduflower2000]

"It's time to think outside the box 🤔🧐"

Hi! I'm Kevin, but you can also call me Kodu, if you prefer. I'm the actual guy from Twitter (X).

Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them (any of these is fine)

Age: 19 years

Nationality: Sri Lankan

Timezone: Indian Standard Time (IST) (GMT+5:30)

A straight guy who supports the LGBTQ+ community (more specifically, I'm a straight cisgender ally)

A silly child at heart

Open talker (yes, you can be friends with me if you want)

Draws art just by using a mouse.

Speed variation of me drawing is frequent (sometimes I draw faster, other times I draw slowly)

I'm currently learning Russian BTW. Я не знаю что я делаю. 😔

Also I'm learning Spanish, and a little bit of German and French for entertainment. I hope to learn Ukrainian, Arabic and Danish any time soon.

I do music (it's actually one of my favorite things to do)

I do programming sometimes (I haven't uploaded a single cool project in here at all, as I remember) (another one of my favorites to do)

I mostly don't swear, except when I feel intense emotions. (if you're comfortable with reading my posts with swear words, go ahead. I won't judge)

I reblog a lot, so if you really wanna see what I've been working on, here are some tags in which you can look around.

#koduflower2000 art - art by me

#koduflower2000 projects - will be a tag in which i present my art and music projects.

#koduflower2000 talks - mostly something i wanna say

#koduflower2000 answers - a tag in which i answer to tumblr asks in my ask box

Interests

BFDI:TPOT (Battle For Dream Island: The Power Of Two)

BFB (Battle for BFDI)

BFDI (Battle For Dream Island)

III (Inanimate Insanity Invitational)

AvA (Animation vs Animator) series

AvM (Animation vs Minecraft) series

Bluey series from ABC Australia

Chickn Nuggit (i'm sorry i didn't tell you earlier)

Minecraft

Saw and Gaty (totally okay with those ships actually)

Airy and Popcorn from HFJONE (totally okay with those ships as well)

Fanfictions (started writing one btw)

Rhythm Games

Gaming

Computers

Linux

Information and Communication Technology

Language and Culture Learning

Science

Technology

Sports

DNI list:

Basic (you already know it)

Ableists

Anti-semitic people

Racists

Homophobic people (basically homophobes)

Pedophiles (basically MAPs)

Sexists

Xenophobic people (including islamophobes)

Transphobic people (basically transphobes)

TERFs (Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists, in other words, transphobic people who spread their gender opinions which are considered to be uncomfortable to trans people)

Advanced

Extreme NSFW accounts (a.k.a. the accounts with >=90% of the posts which are NSFW)

Pro-Israel people (I support Palestine, and no one can stop me)

People neutral with Palestine and the Palestinian people (Palestinian people are the best and they're considered innocent. Period.)

Zionists (If you try to interact with my account, I would like to fight you and block you.)

Proshippers (problematic ships, not professional ships)

Comshippers

People who spread misinformation against me

On thin ice

People who harass me or any of my moots.

People who think they're superior than everyone for no reason. (the only reason why i put it there is because i want people to talk with me instead of harassing me, because i already had a lot of traumatic experiences on twitter)

Blog Landmarks

tee hee moot rose! ^ ^

me too (a tribute to all my previous moots who have been disappeared from the internet)

kinda the reason why i don't interact in here as much as i wanna

the most important thing in tumblr that hits you hard like a high speed train

elements of the intro are subject to changes which occur periodically

[impossiblebird]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have! Make a new post.

thanks for the tag @its-tea-time-darling 🫶

1. Things Newt Loves about Thomas (A Non-Exhaustive List)

If there’s anything so inherently true of Newt’s undying attraction—scratch that. His undying adoration —for Thomas, it’s how much (and how frequently, let’s be honest) he likes to dote upon:

2. take me out to the black

Up in the vast expanse of space stretching infinite between faraway specs of background stars, a home is made both within the cosmic breath of a traveller returning to the point of their ultimate creation, and within the heart of a spaceship leading them there.

3. my dearly loved ghost

Contrary to popular belief, ghosts are not frightening.

4. if the world falls to pieces

In the broken fortress of their sun-scorched world, it’s impossible to tell illusion from reality.

5. is it as lonely in between the stars?

“Do you think the stars feel lonely too?”

6. you knew what it was (he is in love)

“Kissing’s still good though, right?”

7. i was never one to make a scene (but you don’t need a reason)

It consumes him, just like it always does.

8. so close, no matter how far

It never lasts long, the quiet that comes with being tucked away from the world—hidden between the walls of a shed fitted out to become a sanctuary of sorts, someplace Newt can come to think and create.

9. the stubborn will of gravity

There are some moments in life that you want to last forever.

10. ‘tis the damn season

There’s a boy beneath the bleachers, in the place Newt comes to cry.

this is pretty much a whole year of fics 🥺💛 tagging @newtmsa @dont-bee-shy @filismaze @go-catch-a-chickn @onceuponabluemoon and anyone else who wants to do it <33

[its-tea-time-darling]

2, 12 and 22 for book asks? :D

2.Did you reread anything? What?

the year is long and my memory is weak, but i must've reread conversations with friends bc it's one of my favorite books that i just keep coming back to. some alice oseman books too, loveless i reread for sure (which i know bc i read it while i visited @go-catch-a-chickn so i have a visual and spatial memory of that yhdjdhdjk 🧡🧡). i probably also reread i was born for this and radio silence.

12.Any books that disappointed you?

i was going to say i don't think so but then i remembered: absolute horror story, i went into a bookstore and asked for a recommendation for a german fantasy novel, preferably written by a woman, or if not written by a woman than pls with good female characters.

the book seller recommended me a book and i bought it--those who know me know i am a VERY tentative buyer, i will usually only buy books by authors i already love, or then after i finished a book i got from the library and decide i need to own a copy for rereads--and this book was so terrible. like. horrendously terrible. i got so furious i started highlighting every sexist paragraph and that book was shiny with highlighter i can tell you 😭😭

i also ranted to my roommate abt it for ages, and when he eventually did read it just to see what the anger was about, he agreed it was TRASH 🤣🤣🤣 that book seller really did me dirty lmao

22.What’s the longest book you read?

i don't know that it was the longest words wise, but a book that took me a long time to read this year was blutbuch by kim de l'horizon. it's. how to describe. it's a semi autobiographical, very lyrical and very experimental and boundary breaking when it comes to both languages and the tone/topics discussed. the book won both the swiss and the german literature price iirc, and well deserved! kim is non-binary, and the entirety of the book was so new to me, from identity and queerness to how deeply rooted it is in swiss culture and history--i think it's easy to think of one's own country as somewhat history-less, especially when it comes to social issues like class, and especially in the age of the internet when all you're bombarded with all day every day unless you make a herculean effort to avoid it is US politics.

that got long. in any case, fantastic book, and i can actually recommend it to you swan:D

(there's no translation available yet, and i really wonder how they're gonna do that bc the text contains swiss german expressions, french loan words in swiss german and generally its play with language is so central to the book that yeah it makes me curious to see how one could translate it.)

(funnily enough a part that resonated deeply with me was the last part of the book that kim wrote entirely in english. kim had such interesting things to say about what it means to use a language that's not your mother tongue to express yourself, about how it's both a protection (and freedom!) but also a barrier. you can't be harmed by people who don't understand it but you also can't be heard by those.

super interesting concept specifically related to queerness i think, bc a lot of the resources available are in english, and it's much harder to find localized books or testimonies. might be easier for germany but switzerland is such a small country that preserving our history is a rope we all have to pull on together.)

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UDUDHCJCCJJ wow this really got me talking huh 😂 anyway, send post 📩

send me asks from this list

[delphictrip]

Vegan cooking resources that have helped me out a lot

Budget Bytes is amazing. If you have $12 to throw at a printable online cookbook I would recommend it, the cookbook is basically meal planning with weekly grocery lists. If that's not your jam, above is the link for her vegan recipes.

Bad Manners is a vegan chef outfit. I have a few of their cookbooks and I love them, although they can be a little hard to follow. I've linked their recipe list and it looks like you can apply filters for different types of meals and ingredients.

Tofu is very versatile. Here's a cool list of marinades that kicks ass. I recommend pressing the water out of firm tofu if you're cooking it. You don't have to marinate but it can help. The flavor of plain tofu has actually grown on me as long as it's not all I can taste in the dish.

To press I typically wrap it in paper towels and then an absorbent dish towel. Then place it between two plates and I put maybe 2-4 cans of beans or whatever on top. Let that baby sit for as long as you want, 30 minutes is generally the recommended time but you can let it go longer or a little shorter if you're super crunched on time.

Freezing tofu is a decent method of preservation if you have too much to eat or it's going to go bad (almost never a problem for us, and it keeps pretty well in the fridge). Do note that freezing tofu completely changes the texture and essentially turns it into a sponge. You can squeeze water out of it with your hands and it soaks up marinades like crazy but it doesn't hold together too well for frying and you can turn it into a giant mess if you try to press it with too much weight (it will fall apart).

A favorite method of cooking tofu is frying it with a cornstarch crust. I don't bother making it fancy, usually just salt and cornstarch is my jam. I wouldn't recommend marinating it first because if it's too soggy the crust doesn't stick well to the tofu. Also do not recommend making this in advance because the crust turns gummy if you leave it sit too long. Super tasty for dinner over rice and stir fried veggies though!!!

This is a pretty decent guide. Also, a lot of the "vegan diets aren't good for you/a good way to get your nutrients" that you hear about people who quit veganism are people who either didn't plan it very well/did not get supplements or did something bananas like a raw food vegan diet and it didn't work out for them. I tend to not plan my food too well aside from "protein, vegetable, grain" and I get my fats and sugars from the oils I use to cook and the sugars that come with the other categories or the junk food part of my diet. Pure junk food vegan isn't very sustainable and neither is raw vegan. If you're going to go vegan you will likely have to do a lot of cooking for yourself. I keep chickn nuggets around for lazy nights but if I have the energy I'm making something with chickpeas and rice or beans and rice or tofu or seitan as the protein of the dish.

Contrary to popular belief you do not have to subsist off of quinoa and avocados. I barely eat either because a) don't really like quinoa and b) avocados suck because I live in Alaska and it's nearly impossible to get good avocados.

Another point is to not beat yourself up if you accidentally use/consume an animal product. It happens to the best of us, best thing to do is to move on with the knowledge of what to avoid in the future.

The more you learn on this journey will likely lead you to conclusions you never saw coming. You may be in less denial about what happens to farmed animals. You will be upset about the little non-vegan parts of foods that could easily be vegan (see: gelatin in cereal for some reason. milk powder in chips.). You will find yourself avoiding leathers and furs. You will find yourself absolutely horrified with standard practices in animal agriculture the more you open your mind to learning about it. You will also find yourself more open to seeing animals in a different way. I was a carnist a little over two years ago. I'm still a rather new vegan, but it's amazing what a paradigm shift I've experienced.

Going vegan helped me in ways I never expected. It helped me emotionally with the trauma around the hobby farm I grew up on. Actually uncovered some memories I had blocked out. It also feels good to know that I'm not contributing to the suffering of industrialized animal agriculture.

Anyways, go vegan! The vegan society defines veganism as "as far as practicable" and for most people that is a lifestyle and diet completely without animal products. Sometimes there are barriers for people and reducing animal consumption as much as you can is still helpful.

[bigbugmonsters]

I have a lot of characters, and I figured I might make fun to introduce them using the prompts of the classic monstr boy/girl challenge. I'll usually do several characters per prompt, plus a bonus thing for my other blog. Day 1 is Hârpy.

The chickn is called Tama and he's a gainer that eat almost exclusively foods done with eggs- not his but others'. He feels guilty but can't help himself into eating more.

The other is called the Flâmingo king. He and his flock were once skinny and slightly pink, but this guy decided to eat shrimp more out of gluttony, rather than just survival. As he got bigger, his feathers got redder and redder and he became VERY attractive to females and other partners... But his true love is food, and he barely chooses to move anymore, just eating any shrimp unfortunate enough to come too close to his girth. Members of his flock aren't as big as the king is, but they're more or less chubby. I might draw some of them sometime.

[eedisgirlfriend]

the mood of the century is just stoic fear/self-indulgence

[psychogirlfriendandsupervillain]

Leading Question

One shot (ish)

Benny Watts x Reader*

(* Reader wears a skirt, has hair long enough to pull (like anything longer than a buzzcut) and a vagina, so anyone who identifies with that: it’s free real estate. I am considering writing a copy that is fully gender-neutral, so if anyone wants that let me know (although I’m likely to do it anyway).)

Content/warning tags: NSFW, 18+, Smut (but it’s the slowest pacing smut, talking slow-burn but they’re both already in the bed, no joke), fluff?, friends to lovers, mention of alcohol, swearing, oral (male receiving), making out, heavy petting, really a whole lotta kissing, porn with no plot?, the porn is the plot, foreplay more like half the fucking play, hair pulling kink, mention of knife kink, sex, plotted during a figurative and literal fever, edited during a figurative and literal heat wave, we love it here.

Summary: Benny half-confesses to his attraction to the reader during a night at the bar and reader takes his clumsily put question and turns it into a homerun.

Word Count: 7k (this is what happens when you give me THAT and then take it away)

A/N: Entirely self-indulgent piece of smut thought out during two hours at 4 AM (and then throughout the rest of the day) the day after watching Fork, because I was frustrated and Benny is hot, whoopsie.

@go-catch-a-chickn showed some interest in what I was writing, but I bet you regret that now! Nonetheless, here’s your tag, have fun!

I’m open to criticism, just shoot me a message or an ask. Let me know if I’ve got errors or missed a warning.

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You and Benny were friends since high school. Not because you also played chess, but because you had been making out with your boyfriend in the back of the library and Benny had come looking for a chess book that was on the shelf you were leaning on. You two paused, moved to the side so that he could pull out the book and then he was on his way.

A few days later Benny was in the cafeteria and came up a few cents short, when a voice next to him told the woman at the register that they would pay for his meal as well as their own. He looked over at you as the cashier added your things to the total and you smiled.

“Now you have money over for other things.”

It continued like that for the rest of both of your high school stays. You would catch him in the corridor and strike up conversations before heading off for you next class. When your relationship with your boyfriend ended (mutually, it should be said; he was interested in another girl, you felt the spark wasn’t there anymore), you told Benny after he asked why you looked a little glum. He was supportive but didn’t bring it up again.

Now the two of you are sat at a bar counter, a bottle in front of each of you, as the day is winding down. You meet up like this between his tournaments and whatever else is going on your lives, touchdowns in the well-known amidst it all. The buzz of patrons has calmed down and outside the curtained windows the street is black, broken up by spots of the streetlights.

“Do you-“ Benny stops. He’s half turned towards you, left hand around his beer on the counter, legs facing you, but his eyes are currently at the bottles lined up against the back wall where the bartender is pouring a drink for someone down the line.

You put down your bottle after a sip, resting your hand on it just like he is. Benny starts again.

“What do you do when your dick tells you to sleep with your friend, but your brain tells you it’s not a good idea?” He’s still not looking at you. It’s almost a hypothetical, almost a thought about someone else.

You shrug, taking a last sip before turning forward.

“I don’t know, I follow what my pussy says.” With that you get up and put money on the counter to close your tab, seeing Benny jump in the corner of your eye at your answer. You’re pulling on your coat as you start for the door, slow enough that he’ll catch up no problem.

“Wait.” He’s at your side in no time. “I’ll walk you to your place.” Even in the slight shade of his hat you can see that he’s a bit flustered.

“You sure?” Benny nods. “Otherwise I could walk you to yours. It’s farther.” You push up the inner set of doors and Benny follows you into the dark airlock entryway.

“Why would you want to walk where it’s farther?” He asks behind you,  a frown audible in his voice, and you hold up your hand to signal for him to wait as you push up the second set of doors.

The air rushes against you and the hum of a road somewhere off campus reaches your ears. There’s no one on the walk path running between fields of grass and lines of trees. It’s still too early for the streets to be filled with people getting home from the bars, too late for any overtime workers dragging their feet.

“Honestly?” You turn to Benny, who’s standing with his coat still unbuttoned and arms hanging at his sides, like he isn’t sure what to do with them. “Because I’m hoping to get invited up, and if I’m going to get fucked, I want to be in your bed, surrounded by the scent of you.”

It takes a second. Then he’s a little bit closer. Not that he was far away before, but he’s close enough that when he leans a little forward you don’t have to take a step to close the gap. Your lips run against his, soft and slow, with the slight scratch of his mustache against your skin, warm cotton and leather so close now, and then you step back, absentmindedly swiping your tongue over your own lips to chase his taste. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips.

“Your place or mine?” Benny’s voice is a little rough; maybe it’s the drinking, maybe it’s the kiss.

“Again, yours.” You quirk your lip and reach to catch Benny’s hand, warm in yours. Pulling him into motion you start walking in the direction of his apartment, shoes echoing against the asphalt.  

“I’m not sure I will make it that far.” He sounds a bit tortured, and you laugh, squeezing his hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you make it. And if you don’t, I’ll help you clean up and wait for you.”

Benny makes a noise.

“Tell me about Open Sicilian.” You look forward at the empty road as you walk.

“What?” He looks at you.

“To distract you, explain Open Sicilian to me.” He has explained that particular tactic to you several times before, not that it necessarily stuck too well.

“That’s not going to help!” Benny throws head back with a frustrated laugh. The sound makes your stomach flutter. “You’re going to make me tell you about chess, and then ask questions, to keep me distracted? Like you showing sincere interest in it isn’t going to just make it harder to focus.” He shakes his head, looking out over the empty street. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You would have gotten there quicker if Benny hadn’t stopped at every tree, stone wall, and doorway to push you against it and kiss you. He even sat down on a bench when you were halfway and pulled you down into his lap. You let yourself be pulled down but wouldn’t go along with his attempts to make you straddle him, despite his hand on your inner thigh through your skirt and his insistent, chasing kisses.

As you reach the building you let go off Benny’s hand so he can punch in the code for the door. He leads you up the hollow stairwell to his door, noisily unlocks it and lets you in before him.

It’s a short hallway with doors leading off to the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom, lit by some cool light falling in from the open doorway to the kitchen. There are hooks for jackets with a pile of shoes beneath it to one side, and a table holding a phone and newspapers further in.

The lock clicks behind you and Benny turns around, dropping his keys back down in his coat pocket. Just as he faces you, you push him back against the door. Shock flashes in his eyes and his lips part but when you place your against his he quickly responds, pushing back against you, his tongue running against your bottom lip, inviting you to taste it. It’s with difficulty that you pull back.

“Okay, I lied.” You admit as you get onto your knees, looking back up at him. “Can I?”

Benny’s breaths are unsteady, and you have to ask him to repeat it before you can clearly hear him consent.

You hum, pushing aside his leather coat to hold his hips back against the door, pulling his belt out from its loops so you can undo the buckle. Benny closes his eyes and groans as you let the belt with his knife still attached fall back against his legs and undo his button and zipper.

“Don’t be too loud, you don’t want the neighbors to hear you, do you? Even solid wood doors are thinner than walls.” You wink up at him and he repeats the sound, head leaning back against the door and hips pushing forward. If you didn’t believe Benny before, you definitely would now, as you feel how hard he is through the barriers of fabric. He’s solid and warm against your hands.

Pushing his jeans down, you move his boxers carefully until you can pull them down as well. Precum is leaking down the underside of his erect cock and his hips push forward again, impatiently this time. You circle your hand around him, the other resting against his hip so that maybe he’ll stay in place, not having the patience to start stroking before you take him in your mouth.

The sound Benny makes when your lips close around his cock is far too loud and not loud enough. His breathing audibly speeds up, encouraging you to run your tongue along the underside each time you pull back. Sucking down his cock, you match your movements with those of your hand, creating just the perfect rhythm that has his hips pushing against your other hand. You look up at him, meeting his eyes as you circle his tip with your tongue and he pinches his eyes closed, turning his head back up and cutting off the whine escaping his throat. You swallow around him, and the whine comes back, ending in a high pitch. You do it again. His hand pushes lightly against your shoulder, and you pull off him, sitting back and licking your lips as he meets your eyes.

“I don’t want to finish before we’ve even started.” His words are low, his hand falling back against the side of his coat. You shift your legs on the floor.

“Shame, I want you to.” You smile and bite your lip. “I told you I’d help clean you up and wait after. I’m in no rush.” Benny’s hips jerk forward again.

“Fuck” His eyes flutter shut.

“Can I?” You wait for the sound of his yes before you lick a line from the base to the head, reveling in how little he is holding back this time. Pushing his hips back a little rougher against the door to keep him in his place you earn a moan of your name which has your stomach fluttering and head spinning. One of his hands rest on your shoulder again but isn’t pushing away this time. He lets you decide the speed, albeit with the occasional jerk of his hips as he hisses and braces against the door.

“Fuck, I’-” You feel Benny tensing and look up to see him looking down on you, breathing heavily and clenching his jaw. “Fuck” He slams his head back against the door, hips pushing him further in, and you can feel the vibrations emitting from his chest all the way in the back of your throat as he releases into your mouth. You swallow it down, catching the whimper Benny makes at the feeling it gives his cock.

When you get to your feet, Benny head is hanging so the brim of his hat casts his face in shadow and he’s leaning so heavily against the door you’re not sure he’ll be standing much longer. His breathing is loud in the quiet apartment, and you can’t help the pride growing in the back of your mind. Still breathing heavily, Benny finally lifts his head enough to look at you. You meet his eyes and swipe your tongue over your lips.

His eyes flicker down to follow the movement and he groans, slumping back against the door. You smile triumphantly.

“Let’s get your clothes back on and then I’ll get water.” You help Benny get his pants back on, refastening the buckle. He’s not standing entirely stable, but enough that you can slide his coat down his arms and hang it up, followed by his hat, before you sit him down on a stool right by the door. Having hung up your own coat and switched on the lights you gesture to the kitchen door. “Do you mind?” Benny shakes his head, blond hair falling in his eyes.

You fill two glasses from the tap, throwing a glance at your watch, before returning to him. Handing one to Benny you drink the other, both of you listening to him regaining control over his breathing while you empty the glasses. As you take your last sip you place both on the hallway table and toe off your shoes.

“Want to move out of the hallway?” You hold your hand out to Benny and he’s standing before you’ve had a chance to blink.

You get precisely two steps into Benny’s bedroom before he’s kissing you again. His tongue runs softly against yours, contrasting with the scratch of his beard. He won’t even let you move forward, blocking you with his body until his hands have found their place on your hips, and even then standing stronger than you’d expect from how he looked a minute ago.

Every kiss he chases after you, when you move to the side so does he, when your tongue touches his lips his tongue comes to greet it. It’s overwhelming and intoxicating, his body heat rising and seeping through his button up and your shirt, the warm scent of leather still lingering in the air around him.

Then Benny moves backwards, pulling you with him three quick steps, refusing to let your lips part for even a second, and lets you fall on top of him on his bed.

You pull back, insisting despite his protests. He managed to switch some light on before getting lost in you, letting you full appreciate the shine in his dark eyes when he looks up at you as you brush blond strands out of his eyes. Flittering over you above him, they keep coming back to meet yours, a playful smile on his lips. You lean back down and let him capture your lips again, his hands splaying one on your back, one running up and down your side. Chasing his smile you kiss the corners of his mouth, dipping your tongue in to meet his. It’s like you’ll never run out of places to taste him.

Straightening back up and moving so you’re straddling him, you undo the first buttons of your shirt, but Benny’s hands stop yours, taking over their work with slow precision. He pulls you back down so he can continue kissing you even if it makes it harder for him to get the buttons undone, not that that seems his top priority. Sitting up and sliding the fabric down your arms Benny throws it in some corner of the room, pulling you closer against him by your hips.

“Easy, tiger.” You hum against his lips and Benny laughs a little, shifting further back on the bed and letting you both fall back against the mattress again, arms wrapped securely around your waist.

His necklaces are cool against your skin, but his hands are on fire. They run over your back and sides, up one down the other, and leave nothing but further fires under your skin. Even his rings don’t feel cold as Benny brushes his fingers up your arm to cup your head, tongue skimming your lip but withdrawing whenever you try to catch it.

Pulling back for the first time, Benny looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

“If I had known telling you I like you would lead to this, I would’ve told you already five years ago.”

Not that you’d really been open to anything at that time. Five years ago, and the five that followed, you had been entirely focused on your academics, and the only person you really hung out with had been Benny. He brought his chess books and sat with you in the library while you read up for exams. You’d chat about everything while trying to cram every bit of knowledge into your tired brains. That really only slowed down once you graduated, the hyper-focus on reading every book and spending hours writing notes over bad coffee.

“Do you want to like” You look up at the head pillows laying vertically to your bodies, and Benny starts laughing, luring you into doing the same. “move up?”

“Sure” He lets go of you so you can both get higher on the bed, but the second you’re close enough Benny pulls you back over him. “Better?”

“Much, thank you.” You smile and lean down halfway. Amused you watch Benny push up to meet you, hungry lips convincing you to push him back down into the mattress.

You can’t help the occasional shifting of your hips against his, underwear pushing against the friction of jeans below your skirt. His hands skim the hem of it, but never ventures below it, favoring to run up to your hips and draw you closer.

Running his hands up your back to hold you against him, Benny rolls you over onto your back. Settling between your legs, he braces one arm above you while the other cups the side of your head, lifting just enough for your lips to reach his.

“You know, for later, we’re still on your bed.” You remind him before kissing the corner of his mouth. Benny’s lips quirk and he follows you back down against the pillow.

“I know.” He runs his nose along the side of your neck, the chains around his sliding against your skin. Warm cotton and leather surround you, and this might actually be heaven.

Pushing back a bit Benny reaches up to undo his green button up but stops when you give him a look.

“Isn’t it my turn now?”

Benny lets go off the button and shows his hands, dropping them to your hips as you reach up, undoing the first button before pulling him down by his collar. His smile meets yours, and it only gets bigger for every button, as the release of each is met with the same celebration.

When there are no more buttons to open you slide the fabric out from his pants and down his bare arms. Holding the shirt out in one hand you look at Benny, whose eyes are locked on yours, his lips kiss-bruised.

“Does this have to be folded on a chair” You tilt your head. “or can I just throw it?”

“Throw it.” His eyes sparkle, his voice hitting a little lower and sending vibrations where your body is touching his.

The green fabric flutters to rest at the far end corner of the bed in your peripheral vision. You weren’t really looking where you were throwing.

“It didn’t even get off the bed.” You speak very seriously, as if it was a grave matter, but you’re absorbed by Benny, whose eyes are as stuck in yours as yours are in his. “If you want it off, you’ll have to throw it yourself.”

His arms shift above you, and without moving away from you or breaking eye contact Benny kicks the shirt, sending it tumbling of the edge with a soft thud as it hits the floor. You push your hips up against his, the hilt of the knife at his belt pressing against the inside of your thigh. Benny’s hips thrust back against yours and he lowers down to brush his lips against yours before devouring you again. Your thighs slide against his bare skin, and he reaches back to hook them further over his hips, swiping his tongue along yours. When Benny pulls back slightly the sound he makes fills the room, bouncing off the walls. The end of it mixes with the sigh of his name pulled from your lips as he dips the tip of his tongue into the corner of your mouth.

“Think we’ll wake the neighbors?” You lift off the bed to chase after him, not giving him a chance to reply, pushing him over onto his back. His hips shift against yours as he settles into the mattress.

“The walls are thicker than the door.” He looks up at you straddling him, his lips quirking up into a smile, blond hair falling over his eyes again. Satisfied with his answer you lower your body back down over his, occupying his mouth with yours again.

From slow, insistent kisses where Benny’s tongue runs against yours, you move to kiss the corners of his lips, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, his forehead, and his eyelids as he closes his eyes. Continuing down his chin, alternatingly placing kisses on either side of his neck, and one at the dip at the base of his throat, passing over his chains, you shift back to trail down the right side of his chest. As your lips touch between navel and the top of his jeans, brushing along the fabric, Benny touches the side of your head.

“Don’t you dare do it again.” His tone is light and teasing, with just an edge of breathlessness and seriousness.

You move up to kiss his left hip and his hand falls back onto the mattress.

“I won’t.”

You trail back up Benny’s irregularly moving chest, out his right upper arm, and lift his hand. Pressing two more soft kisses to his inner forearm, you place one in the middle of his palm and one to the tip of each finger, before beginning again at his sternum and doing the same to his left arm.

Raising back up you push Benny’s hair from his eyes, inviting the light to dance with the sparks already in them.

“Benny Watts, you are a drug.” You smile a little breathlessly and shake your head down at him. The corners of Benny’s mouth start to raise, and he quickly swipes his tongue up to pull down his upper lip and bites down on his lower.

His attempts fail and when you kiss Benny, he’s beaming, a satisfied sound emitting from the chest pressed against yours. His heartbeats translate through your ribcage and your sentiment is repeated in your mind with a flutter in your stomach.

Ringed hands shift from your hips to your back to hold you closer against him. Somehow, you’ve forgotten Benny’s knife because you can’t even feel it at this point. You only feel the friction of his body against your, the pull of his lips.

“You should be in prison.” His tongue swipes into your mouth at that, stalling your continuation with a dizzying taste. “You should be in jail, and I should be in the same cell with you.” The vibrations of Benny’s laugh and twist of his lips reach your senses at the same time as the push of his hips. Combined they’re enough to make you say his name against his lips, repeating it when he does it again.

Lifting off the mattress Benny’s hands holds your hips down against his as he sits up, lips running down the side of your neck when they slip from yours. The scratches against your skin turn into fire running through your veins, out into your arms and fingertips as you run them over his bare shoulders, along the chains around his neck. You barely hear the sound of your name slip from his tongue against the crook of your shoulder, before Benny turns to make you fall first back into the mattress.

Benny’s hands run from your hips to the hem of your skirt, warm fingers tracing bare skin. You lift your hips against his and he pulls back, but only after sucking your lip into his mouth, swiping it with his tongue.

“Want me to get it off?”

“It’s mostly in the way at this point.” Having gotten his answer, Benny eases the skirt down, letting you lift your hips and moving so he’s not in the way. When it’s all the way off he throws the fabric the same way as your shirt, or maybe the opposite. You can’t remember.

Leaning back over you Benny brushes his lips against yours, meeting you when you arch up against him, then lets himself kiss you fully again. His hips push yours down into the mattress before he pulls them back up towards him. You roll back against him, crossing your legs behind Benny’s back, and he hisses against your lips. The sound of you saying his name causes the grind of his hips to stutter, restart, a low sound resonating in his chest, sending its aftershocks through your body as his hands squeeze your thighs a little harder.

One moves to skim the inside of your knee, hot fingers with warm rings running over equally heated skin. When it reaches the junction of your thigh and hip it slides up along the edge of your underwear and then drops beside your side to support his weight as Benny brings his other hand to hover between your legs and pulls away from your lips.

“Can I?” His dark eyes shimmer.

“Yes.” Since you can’t hear your own voice over the increased speed of your heartbeat you repeat it twice, catching the way Benny’s tongue darts out over his bottom lip as his eyes flicker down.

He runs his knuckles down the slick, wet fabric. You think you hear a breathed-out curse but are distracted when fingertips retrace the same path with just enough pressure to make your hips roll against them. The feeling is dizzying, your breathing skips. Benny’s dark eyes flick back up to yours. Then he does it again, sending sparks where the pads of his fingers almost touch you. Your eyes almost flutter at the way he looks at you when your breathing stops again to become what might have been a curse, or his name, or the curse of his name. The last one in particular feels likely as the sound twists and grows louder, and Benny’s eyes are locked on yours.

Pressing back into his bed you roll your hips against his, his hands planted back on either side of you as he lowers back down to press starved kisses to your mouth. Hips lift off yours, only to change their mind and push back down, accompanied by a curse against the corner of your lips. When Benny’s bottom lip slides against yours, you pull it into your mouth and lightly push down your teeth into it. His left arm buckles as you swallow the sound of his groan.

With little effort you coax Benny onto his back. He willingly falls down onto the pillow, rings sliding against your back as he tries to entice you into press against him. His fingers trail down, skimming along the edge of your underwear until they reach the front, barely touching the waistband, eyes flicking up to yours.

You give permission before Benny even has a chance to open his mouth.

The pads of his fingers push past the fabric, running softly your body until your breathing hitches as they lightly slip over your clit. You resist the urge to close your legs around his hand but can’t help the way your breathing audibly increases when it moves further down. Bare skin slides against your wet folds, stroking up and down; the movement slow and deliberate, and far too good for you hold it out for much longer.

You make a sound.

“Explain Closed Sicilian to me.” Your voice is strained, and you are trying very hard to not focus on every slight change in pressure Benny is subjecting you to right now. Another noise slips out and you bury your face against his chest, rolling your hips involuntarily against his hand. “Please, please explain it to me.”

“Now?” Benny’s other hand pushes against your hip.

“If you don’t, I’m going to come, and I’ve waited this long so I’d rather you didn’t do that before you’re actually inside me.” You lift your head to look up at him, quickly adding “Then again, you talking about that is just going to make it worse, so maybe don’t.” You did not need his eyes lighting up and his confidence going thrice its size because he was talking about something he really, really liked. That was bound to make your situation become much better and much worse really quick.

Benny looks like he’s about to protest before making a face and withdrawing his hand.

“Alright, fine.” He rolls you onto your back and kisses you hard, raising his hips as much as possible but keeping you down with his chest.

Letting you up to breathe Benny’s hands go to his belt, pulling it fully out of the loops this time. He catches the handle off his knife as it slides off the leather and off-handedly places it down on your stomach so he can roll the leather around his hand.

You must have done something as the sheath fell flat or as your eyes shifted up and back down again because Benny’s eyes flick from the belt in his hands to your eyes and then he smiles.

“Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for knives too.” He teases.

“Listen” You’re a little too breathless for any type of denying being at all believable and it’s visible in Benny’s eyes how little he would actually believe you if you tried. “Messing with that takes practice and discussions, so let’s put a pin in that. I like seeing you get off, let’s leave it at that for now.”

He tilts his head like ‘fair enough’, finishes rolling up his belt and puts both that and the knife out of view to your left.

You reach up to brush Benny’s hair to the side where it’s over his eyes again, letting your fingers linger just above his ear. There’s something very recognizable about the slight way his eyes move at the gesture.

“Do you- like having your hair pulled?” You ask tentatively, and when Benny doesn’t answer right away you continue “You don’t have to say yes.”

It takes a second longer, and you start to pull your hand away before he shifts his eyes away and rolls his shoulders.

“So what if I do?” Benny glances back at you.

“I’ll tell you what” You smile encouraging, guiding the topic to focus on yourself instead to make him more comfortable. “you’d be in good hands; I like it both ways.” Benny visibly relaxes but you don’t move your hand back, favoring to slide it along his jaw to stop below his lower lip.

Softly tilting his head down, you give the slightest pressure.  He follows down to peck your lips before drawing back to meet look at you again, hands rubbing reassuringly over your thighs. The pad of your thumb rests against Benny’s bottom lip, and you tilt your head, trying to read out the thoughts that form and disperse behind his eyes. The corner of his lip quirks up and he dips his head down to catch the finger in his mouth. The flat of his tongue maps your fingerprint, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You make a noise, shooting him a glare as he looks far too smug when you pull your hand back to press it against his back instead. The expression doesn’t leave his lips when you push his side to get him down, as a matter of fact he looks offensively at home against his pillow, shuffling further into it before beaming up at you again. Unable to stop yourself you scoff, trying to look annoyed but failing spectacularly.

“Think you’re ready to go again, if you want to?” You look at your watch, pinching the face of the clock to keep it so you can read the time. “It’s been an hour.”

“You still have your watch on?” Benny reaches up to pull your arm down so he can look at it.

You laugh.

“Well, you didn’t take it off me.” You let him turn your hand over, undoing the watch and looking at it for a second before handing it to you. Leaning over him you put it on the empty nightstand to your left.

“I’m so glad you’ve got two nightstands.” You hum, leaning back to resettle over his hips.

Thinking for a second, Benny makes a face, a mixture between a frown and scrunching up his face.

“It doesn’t make sense to only have one nightstand.” He states, eyes flicking back to yours. Smiling at his answer you bend down to peck his lips.

“That’s what I like about you, Benny Watts. Things can’t just be for you; they have to make sense.” Continuing in the same light tone you add “I might even go as far as to say I love you.”

“Woah, you’re just gonna show your hand like that?” Benny mimics shock, before smiling, his hands rubbing your hips reassuringly. “Throw the whole game?” You snort a little, moving your eyes to the wall, schooling your expression to be serious.

“As if you didn’t show your hand back at the bar.” You tilt your head exaggerated, pretend thought.  “And earlier, now that you mention it.”

“I said liked.” Just like you, Benny is pressing his lips together to prevent himself from laughing, and even then, a smile cracks through.

“I’ll give you that, you did say like.”

Benny pulls you down, kissing you with a smile. Letting yourself sink into it you push down against him, swallowing the sound he makes and feeling his heart beating through his chest. His hands pull your hips closer to his to repeat the motion. His breathing increases as you do it infinitely slower this time, feeling you press against him, although you can’t say you are doing any better.

“Ready?” You laugh breathlessly and Benny groans, pushing his head back into the pillows.

“I was ready half an hour ago.”

“Well, good sex takes preparation. And this is going to be good.” Straightening up you putting the base of your hand on Benny’s chest, holding your index in front of his face to shush him. “No, no, it’s going to be, because I’ll make it so.”

Instead of arguing, with sparkling eyes Benny favors to bend his head forward and close his mouth around your finger, sucking while you talk. His tongue swirls around the digit and the corner of his lips quirk up when you make a sound, mind drifting before you catch it.

“Asshole.” Benny’s eyes light up mischievously at that, and when you pull your hand back, he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh you wan-?”

You cut him off.

“Shut up.” The bed shakes with Benny’s laughter, and you roll your eyes, shaking your head at him. He’s really having too much fun.

When his laughter calms down, Benny looks at you for a second before sitting up.

“Come on”

He nudges you sideways until you get the hint and get off him, letting him get off the bed. Benny offers his hand to pull you up after him. When you’re both on your feet he turns back and in one quick motion rips off the covers, throwing the corner to the middle so the bed is folded half-open diagonally but not all the way down.

You’re just letting your underwear drop onto the floor when Benny turns back around, and he catches up with you in the time it takes you to blink. He holds his hand out again, pulling you with him backwards.

Jut before his legs hit the bed Benny sidesteps, pulling you down first onto the bed and following, catching himself on his arm so he doesn’t fall directly on top of you.

Settling between your legs, Benny tilts his head with a cheeky smile.

“Comfortable now?”

You make a show of settling into the pillow, trying to divert his attention from the way you pull air deep into your lungs. It’s in the pillow, the sheets, the air vibrating around you with tension, but most of all it’s above you, radiating from him. The warm, slightly sweet, smell of clean cotton shirts pulled from the tumbler, a bed slept in until well past noon, and sun-heated leather in the first days of summer.

“Yes.” You smile up at him.

“Good.” Benny lowers down over you and presses his lips to yours, tongue running over your lip once before slipping into your mouth. You hum while he pulls protection from a drawer of one of the nightstands above your field of vision and pulls it on.

Fingers skim lightly over the wetness gathered between your legs, and then Benny pushes into you. It sends lightning through your stomach, sliding slowly, almost torturously, against sensitive nerve endings. His breath is slow and controlled, albeit a bit wavering. Solid warmth spreads from his body into yours and your body clenches involuntarily around him when he stills, breath warming the side of your neck. Your hands run up his sides to find purchase.

“You’re gonna mark me?” You ask the ceiling and Benny shifts, running his nose against your throat and giving you chills.

“You want me to?” His hips pull back slightly, and you close your eyes at the slow drag of his cock against your inner walls. As Benny pushes back in, one hand disappears from beside you, moving your hand from his back to his hair. Sparks dance up your spine when he thrusts a little quicker, igniting you both like a match against a striking surface. Benny makes a sound in the back of his throat before kissing you again.

Carding your fingers through his hair near his scalp you pull lightly. The way his hips jerk forward has you arching against him, moan mixing with his. Tension builds in your stomach and if the room was hot before it is blazing now. Benny presses against you, overwhelming and perfect, filling you. Your hips lift off the bed to meet his, legs crossed behind his back to pull him closer. The drag of his abdomen against you in just the right place has you whining against his lips. His next thrust is faster, causing your body to clench down, approaching the edge fast.

“I’ve waited this long to fuck a master; you better not make this be over quick.” Your hips arch against his despite your breathless words.

“You call an hour and a half quick?” Benny asks in disbelief, but the roll of his hips slows to delightfully slow, burning pulls. He closes his eyes, breathing becomes deliberately slowed. “I’m not going to last long no matter how slow I go.”

“That’s okay, neither am I.” You quirk the corner of your lip as Benny opens his eyes again and pull him back down to your lips. Trying to starve of your orgasm you focus on tasting every corner of his mouth. It seems to have the opposite effect on Benny, as he whines and his hips stutter. One of his arms buckle and you pull your hand free to direct his to your hair before going back to his.

The first slow drag releases a satisfied noise from you, and the slight sting of the next sends a thrill down your body, connecting with where Benny’s cock pushes into you. He slides his tongue against yours, pulling your head close to his.

“Fuck” The word falls from both of your mouths as your fingers pulls the blond strands they’re tangled in, and Benny’s hips jerk forward. You push your hand against his lower back to push him down, deeper, and he pulls your hips up with his free hand, grinding against you. His eyes glitter with pride when you arch, pressing your head into the pillow, mouth falling open.

Unsatisfied, Benny slows even further, changing thrusts for slow grinds, watching you trying to make a sound with a smile, heels pressing into his lower back. Your eyes flutter, trying desperately to stay open, pleasure coursing through you in unrelenting waves. Meeting his eyes, you jerk your hand a little harder in Benny’s hair, and the sound he produces almost has you falling.

His hand pushes between your bodies as he moves faster again. The pleasure is hot and fast, and as Benny pulls your lips to his it explodes, fire shooting through your veins in search of oxygen and shaking your entire body. He swallows the cries of his name falling from your lips, but then his hips stutter and slipping from your lips he repays the praise. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s so fucking hot.

Benny drops his head in the crook of your neck, weakly trying to hold himself up. Your chest pushes against his until both your accelerated breathing reaches the same rhythm. There is pleasant ache starting to make itself known, one you’re sure you’ll be feeling tomorrow, and perhaps the day after that.

Softly you push Benny over and he lets himself be rolled onto his back, still inside you. Head landing on the pillow he takes a few more breaths before his eyes pop open. When they meet yours there is a content smile on his lips, with only a hint of unsedated hunger still visible in his dark eyes. He reaches forward to meet your smiling kiss and lets you pull off him and roll onto the mattress beside him.

After a few seconds of just the sound for your breathing your voice comes alive again.

“I hope we didn’t wake anyone.”

Benny starts laughing, breathlessly and beautifully, and you scrunch your nose playfully at him.

“I hope we did.” He looks at you, eyes brilliant, and adds in a more serious tone. “I think they’re all asleep so they can get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow.”

You reach over and pull your watch from the nightstand.

“Two isn’t a reasonable hour to be up?” Benny snorts a laugh at your fake naiveté as you settle back into the bed.

There’s a few more seconds of silence before he talks again.

“I still only made you come once.” Benny looks at you, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up; the hunger more than unsated now.

“That’s okay” You smile teasingly. “I wouldn’t expect you to, you did all the hard work.”

Benny doesn’t find an answer to that, but you have a feeling neither of you think two is very late at all.

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#5

Can I just say that I loved the fact that the aliens in Zombies 3 all seemingly use They/Them pronouns in some way?

A-spen uses exclusively They/Them pronouns, while A-lan was referred to as He/They!! I think they were the only two aliens ever referred to singularly, but I think to think that A-li uses She/They

101 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

You know what? I think Frank and Elektra interacting would’ve been fuckin’ amazing

They’re honestly pretty similar and I think they’d get along well, plus they’d be driving Matt up a wall and it would be hilarious

140 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#3

Daredevil anyone? (Punisher too)

EVERY FRIEND GROUP SHOULD INCLUDE

A Himbo

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#2

EVERY FRIEND GROUP SHOULD INCLUDE (Torchwood edition):

A mean bisexual

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My #1 post of 2022

Two bisexuals, a lesbian, and a gay man walk into the upside down

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Aww thank you for the tag!! <33

1. Are you named after anyone?

My deadname was chosen from an actress who spelt it the same way! My chosen names were Alexander bc of Hamilton, Simon bc of some of my favorite characters, and Kit was just one that popped into my head lol

2. When was the last time you cried?

Honestlyyyy? I’m not sure. A handful of months I think? It’s been a while idk

3. Do you have kids?

No and I never will! Kids are not for me

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Honestly not as much as I used too, but yeah I do

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Clothes I think? Honestly I kinda look em up n down, in the least flirty way, and notice things from there, so I honestly don’t know lol

6. What color are your eyes?

A very steely blue. They’re kinda dark too, so not like a bright blue. Gray-ish blue if you will

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Yes. All my fics and versions of things need to have happy endings. And I also love horror :D

8. Any special talents?

Mm not that I can think of? Unless we could being able to convince people that they shouldn’t go through with bad ideas

9. Where were you born?

The Pacific Northwest in the US

10. Any hobbies?

Err does reading fanfiction count? I do read tho. I used to draw, but I mostly play videogames now

11. Have any pets?

Yes! I’m got two cats, Lexi and Mish! Lexi is an orange cat with trauma and anxiety, so he’s super skittish but very affectionate. And Mish is a love bug with no trauma and no fucks to give! We like to call him terror sometimes lol

12. What sports do you/have you played?

None. But I do like to roller skate and longboard in my free time!

13. How tall are you?

4’11 🙃

14. Favorite subject in school?

Whatever class let me work on my own. I was definitely a loner and didn’t like interacting with my shitty classmates

15. Dream job?

Well, it used to be an Author, then an Artist, and then a Florist, but now I don’t know. I dunno what I want to do anymore

Tagging: @fandoms-princess @go-catch-a-chickn @dont-bee-shy and anyone else who wants to join in!!

thank you for the tag @reidstyleshotch ❤️❤️

1) are you named after anyone?

sort of? one of my middle names was my dad being a dick and thinking it would be funny to make my middle name my middle name. kota you shut tf up about what it is it’s like bruno we don’t talk about it

2) when was the last time you cried?

uhhhhh… 3 days ago. i have therapy later tho so maybe today 🤷‍♀️

3) do you have kids?

nope but everyone else’s get dumped on me. although i am helping raise my niece so kinda..?

4) do you use sarcasm a lot?

5) what is the first thing you notice about people?

their outfit unless they’ve got cool hair and tattoos then i’m like 😍omg😍

6) what colour are your eyes?

blueish grey

7) scary movies or happy endings?

i’m a sucker for a good hea

8) any special talents?

not that i can think of

9) where were you born?

SW england

10) what are your hobbies?

reading and annotating

11) do you have any pets?

one very cute doggy who is currently dreaming and kicking me in the ribs @autistic-silhouette your fur baby is a pain in my ribs

12) what sports do you/ have you played?

omg so i’m actually really good at tennis, table tennis and badminton like they’re the only sports i enjoyed at all but i get super competitive 😅

13) how tall are you?

5’7 i think or 5’8 i dunno

14) favourite subject in school?

therapy i had to go to meditation therapy shiz as well and just used to nap for an hour or maths that was alright i guess but fuck surds i have personal grudge against them

15) dream job?

honestly? no clue

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thank you @go-catch-a-chickn!!! been a while since i did tag games.

last song: by this river by brian eno (this song is beautiful. and in case it escaped your notice, this was the soundtrack to That Scene in episode 5 of elite S5 🤭 perfect song choice tbh)

last tv show: that i finished? probably heartstopper. i started black mirror (again) after heartstopper, but I dunno when i'll be able to pick it up...

currently watching: elite S4! yess, ik. why do i know about S5 when i haven't finished S4 yet? because patrick and ivan *huffs*

currently reading: i wish it were some book, i really do... but if i have to base on the last book i opened, it's city of lost souls by cassandra clare. i tried reading it again. istg it's been my 'current read' for close to a year now *long-suffering sigh* i just think clary's in far too many pages than i can tolerate agshshdhfbdjdjd

tagging: @sunel0, @cescalr, @theheightofdishonor, @exlibrisfangirl, @msmischief101, @amatchinwater, @jimmy12427, @mercheswan, @blue-eyedbeta, and y'all, consider yourselves tagged!

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Tag game

NAME: Enrica

NICKNAME/S: Enry

HEIGHT: 1,75 m in the normal metric system. Don't know in the weird one

NATIONALITY: 🇮🇹

SEXUALITY: straight

PRONOUNS: she/her

LAST TIME I CRIED: eheheh

HAIR COLOR: blonde

WHAT I SHOULD BE DOING: writing. What am I doing? Daydreaming about writing.

I'm a lost cause.

FAVOURITE FRUIT: raspberries, cherries and an angel's kiss in spring

FAVOURITE SEASON: I'm a winterchild bitch

FAVOURITE SCENTS: you'll probably think I've issues (if you already don't), but I love how rubber smells... Chalk is good too

FAVOURITE COLOUR/S: purple, indigo

FAVOURITE ANIMALS: kittens

FAVOURITE FOOD: chocolate. No jokes here, I have an addiction. Oh, and sushi.

FAVOURITE TV SHOWS: 

• Dark - because it's perfection

• La casa de papel - just because

Special mention to Good Omens

FAVOURITE MOVIE: ok, let's say top 4 in no particular order

• Novecento - Bernardo Bertolucci

• Joker - Todd Phillips

• Life is beautiful - Roberto Benigni

• Atonement - Joe Wright

FAVOURITE VINE: sorry I'm a teetotaler

FAVOURITE VIDEOGAME/S: The Sims I guess?

FAVOURITE SUBJECT: being sick and staying at home

TEA, COFFEE, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: are you really making me pick one between mama and papa?

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 24, I have maladaptive daydreaming

WHEN MY BLOG WAS CREATED: can't remember but it was probably around 2011

NUMBER OF FOLLOWERS: enough I guess. Unless...?

RANDOM FACT: ok here's my villain origin story.

A weirdo on internet with a V for Vendetta profile pic laughed at me for writing my graduation thesis about V for Vendetta. He said something like "next time write it about Santa Claus you loser". Then reported me for bullying.

*period*

FAVOURITE FANDOMS: don't know whether it's really a favourite, but in the Berlermo one rn 😂 I spent some time in the Grindeldore, Ineffable Husbands and Joker ones

TAGGED BY: open tag by @go-catch-a-chickn

TAGGING: OPEN TAG 💖 but tag me pls i'm curious

[its-tea-time-darling]

Thank you for the advices about commenting💛. All of your friend Newtmas fanfictions are incredible 💛. I also read your sweet Brenderesa "Gold Rush" fanfic and now i want to explore more fics with this amazing girls 💛 so thank you for this too. Wish you and Fabienne a beautiful sunday afternoon 💛💛.

@go-catch-a-chickn look <333

and anon, you're so very welcome! and thanks again for the comment on gold rush (and the compliment here!), that was so sweet of you <333

brenderesa are such a cute ship, i'm glad you've discovered them <333

i'll leave you off with a brenderesa fic rec by wonderful molly:

The Right Time

by @itsthemxze

brenderesa roller derby au <3

summary:

Teresa and Brenda were once friends. And then they were teammates. And then they were nothing. There were questions left unanswered, the time was never right. Maybe it’s time for some answers.

For the Glade Bingo prompt - "You can't fall in love with me"

[eddiesshorts]

okay here they are, Maze Runner head canons!

Do feel free to add on to this post if you want I would love to hear everyone else’s :)

Chuck is everyone’s little brother, like yeah sometimes they annoy him and he annoys them but overall they love Chuck

he is the baby after all, the youngest boy they have and have ever had

(and I don’t think they’re motherly at all because in the end they’re all a bunch of 16-18 year old’s with a 12 year old brother)

I imagine Thomas one day snapping at like Minho, Alby, Newt and Gally being like

“No one cares about Chuck like I do!” after they were poking fun at him and Thomas Is Not Here For It™️

And they all are like “... EXCUSE ME?” chaos ensues

      Chuck’s in the kitchen, enjoying a sandwich besides a pretending-to-be-annoyed Frypan that actually can’t stop smiling at the little boy stuffing his cheeks

Can you tell that I love Chuck with all that I’ve got?

       now one that i just think is neat

Newt’s accent is actually scottish, so it’s very harsh and funny to the rest of the guys

the gladers love making fun of it, making bad imitations of Newt’s accent and ending all sentences with ‘innit’ although Newt doesn’t think he has ever said that

            before the maze Thomas and Gally were good friends, after being stung they both remember the last time they saw each other before Gally was sent to the maze, him suffering from the memory wiping and Thomas on the other side, helping create this

               Thomas hates how much he enjoys standing next to Gally during meetings and stuff

It makes him feel small, Gally’s so much taller and his shoulders are broader and all this time being a builder, and the leader at that, has made him build up muscle

Thomas is rather lean, his legs are getting stronger from all the running, but overall he’s a smaller guy

But Minho or Alby or any of the other guys don’t have that same effect on him

          Thomas and Gally start dating after they get to Safe Haven

Thomas never thought he’d be able to look Gally in the eye after what happened to Chuck, but turns out they have the same nightmares about that, only from different perspectives

And they support each other, Gally doesn’t treat him like he’s going to break and Thomas doesn’t coward at Gally’s always harsh eyes

It takes them a long while, but they make each other happy

And at one point Thomas allows himself to breakdown in front of Gally and Gally’s eyes become softer when he looks at Thomas

   Brenda and Jorge were the only one’s that saw it coming, Brenda had been telling Minho and Fry about it with no luck of getting it through their thick heads

Thomas and Gally would be sitting a little too close during dinner, Brenda would point it out and Minho and Fry would just be happy that they’re getting along

They’d go on walks together and Minho and Fry were just glad they were having breaks from working

When their hands accidentally brushed as they reached for the same thing and they smiled at each other... Minho and Fry didn’t have an excuse for that one but come on Brenda that would just be crazy

Thomas sat down with the three of them one day to tell them that Gally had just kissed him and he seemed so happy that they were speechless

    Minho almost cried the next day when he saw Thomas smiling at Gally as they held hands because he realized then that they could be happy, they were getting better and loss never faded but someday it wouldn’t be as painful anymore

And then he did cry when he was telling Fry about it

        when they first got to safe haven Thomas was very wary of the people he didn’t know, for some long months he would only talk to the gladers, Brenda and Jorge

he’d be a little hostile when someone approached him but with time he started opening up

specially towards the younger kids, he likes being an older brother

at night when he looks at the stars he talks towards them, hoping that maybe Chuck is listening

“you would love playing with the rest of the kids, though i worry that you’d replace me with them” he laughs as he says those things, imagining Chuck’s sarcastic response followed by a hug

   later down the line he has nice dreams about his lost friends, no longer just gorey nightmares

kinda feel like writing actual fics about these headcanons...

Tagging:

@go-catch-a-chickn  thanks for your interest, i hope you like these

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-ˏˋ sweetheart diaries ˊˎ- #2 🕊🌱 🐥 !!

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⋆ ✧₊ﾟmay 13th 2022 🦋 🫧🎐 ⊹ɞ

posting yesterdays diary log bc i was too tire to do it SLKFJLSDKSJS hehe. so yetsterday wasnt too bad again ! i wasntn sure on what to wear so i wroe a black pinstrip e skorts, a white puffy ruched tank, and a black t shirt button up tht had pretty rhinestones on it fo r buttons tht matched w my af1s and pearl necklace <3 🪄✨💖

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i woke up at 730 this time ))): but stil made it in time to straightn my hair (cos i shower on may 12 n hair got rlly wavy ) which was crazy !!!!! im proud of not being late late ⏰😁

at school i had a math test for mu trig, n it wasnt too dificult acc, i k i need to finish the homeworks still and do some word problem s as the last page is what i strugg with the most cos is the most difficult, so ye! OH AND IGOT MY TEST MARK BACK FOR 2 OF THEM AND IM SO HAPPY BC I GOT AN 88 ON ONE AND THEN AN 86 ON THE OTHER !! i still a a+ student. n then in art we were doing mosiacs n i almost done my butterfly one, i jus need to grout it ! i think blue, white or black, or maybe dark blue grout wouldlook good 😮😵‍💫😵

break came n i scroll on aliexpress n played a little bit of projec sekai, have to get my daily in ! 😈 my main card is mizuki’s pink bow one, n then my title cards r “luka fan” “i love them all!” and “hbd airi” cos theyre all pink and aesthetic. and im thinking of all this new stuffs i wanna get on aliexpress, ever since i starte d regressing frilly stuff and pink sweaters is like,, really interests me which is crazy cos usually, even though i do love pink , i dont think id ever wear wear it or have super frilly stuffs, but i hav this idea in my head and idk if itll work or look how i want it to ,, though its opened my eyes to appreciate croquette aesthetic and cutsey ones more , i nev er thought id be into croquette though ive been into brandy melville ditzy stuff and soft girl vibes, and i think agere (age dreaming / half agere) allows me to feel mor girly and comfy in it even though u dont have to be a specific aesthetic to be agere. 💗

in regards to age regressing, i feel really guilty and shamefula bout it, because its almost involuntary righ tnow ); but talkign tomsyefl in a child voice in my head is soo much ebtter than hearing intrusive thoughts or mean voices. i just hoope it can balance it bc my ocd kicks in and says that the reason why i love pink and all these cute stuffs is because im an age regressor when really, i loved cute stuff before age regressing and so now that im sort of age dreaming that cute stuff i really really like! it had nothing to do with each other ther is no correlation. i like cute stuff because I WANT TO !!! not bc its trnedy or becuse im age regressing . i do like cute stuff. silly mind likes to play tricks )): (₸~₸)

work was soooo slow for a friday ))); i mostly did greets and extreme detailing but it was super boring and i was starinrg down at the clock. i do love internships dont get me wrong bec its a big opportunity though these days work is so dry and theres not a lot of sparks to it anymore, though i do feel like woring here hs help s lots wiht my confidence and public speaking! beforehand i was very shy to go and greet customers but now it is slowly becomign muscle memory so i am proud of myself cos of that

my mom picked me up n she was super hungy so she went to get some bourbon chickn from food court, we ate in the car in the shade and jus talked, n then went to home depo for a water tnak gear n some other thingies, i laid in the back seat while waitn for her cos me feet tire fromw orking, n then we went home ! i spent time w m sister for a littl bit n then played sims 4 hehe n tthen went upstairs to hug teddy n b on my phone for a little, ate some popcorn yumyum popcorn my favourite, n then mom n sister went out for food so i spent some time w my cat roscoe while waiting, n pet his soft orange white fur while he licked his blanket. mom n sister came back with CHICKEN NUGGET!!! i so happy abt that cos i havent had maccas in a long while so i enjoy my chicken nugget while looking at aliexpress smore, ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i was trying to focus on relaxing cos whenever id os oemthing i always feel very guilty. shame i livewith everyday , and it was a battle of tellignmyself tht i deserve to relax, and live i nthe moment, so i did! i worked on my bllogg, played arsenal fps game with my close friend, went on dizzy n smashed my anxiety of setting my acc to online and spent some more time w him wathc ing him play sonic, ready or not, stanley deluxe, and listening to undertale music he pciked out. speaking of undertale, i lstening to respite rn from deltarune . i dont relly like playing underale or deltarune and i never hav, btu ive seen him play it and i liked the music ^u^ i also did some creating and tried to make some roblox softline clothes, it difficult tho bc it was un-hardlining my other creation, so i ended up quiting it )): ill pick it up tmrrr probably after i take care meself. 🎆

i was srolling on shein while watching stanley deluxe , n then he went to bed so i did too, i was on my phone a lil more beside teddy n then around 12:35 i decided to sleep instead of fighting it. 😊😴💤

night night diary, luv u lots. bear says hello  👋🧸

╭┈─────── urs truly, ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ sweetheart xx