#sorry for reblogging old post prev

[horaitos]

im sorry but horatio covering hamlet’s body so no one could ever discover that he was actually trans is driving me insane. “live to tell my story” do you see it. do you

hamlet and horatio so queer coded they had to cope this hard

[isanyonetoknow]

fundraisers pt 2.

link to part 1 here. Sorry for the formatting on part one, tumblr was against me.

Conversion of currencies, as a reminder:

5 USD to 4.46 Euros to 3.78 Pounds to 6.75 CAD

10 USD to 8.92 Euros to 7.57 Pounds to 13.51 CAD

15 USD to 13.38 Euros to 11.35 Pounds to 20.26 CAD

20 USD to 17.84 Euros to 15.13 Pounds to 27.02 CAD

Vetted campaigns

Fatima Alanqar (@fatma--gaza). Reblogged by 90-ghost here. She has five young children, the oldest being 12 and the youngest is a year and a half. She is at €8,084/20,000. This campaign was set up in July. (+2,534 in the last two weeks. 1,916 needed for halfway, 11,916 left)

Mohammed Hijazi (@save-family). Reblogged by 90-ghost here and on Butterflyeffect Project as number 475. There is a very young child in this family who has an infection and cannot be treated by the hospital. €24,475/30,000. This campaign was set up in May. (+9,888 in the last two weeks, 5,525 left)

Ahed Al-Anqar (@aahedfamily). Reblogged by mohammedalanqer here. More on the vetting situation here. Ahed has three young children (9, 6 and 1 year old). They are at €607/40,000. This campaign was set up August 15th. (+873 in the last two weeks. 18,520 needed for halfway, 38,520 left)

Mohamed Hussein Ismail (@m8hammed - prev account was deleted). Vetted by ibtisams's old account here. He is taking care of his parents and his two younger sisters. He is at €9,721/25,000. This campaign was set up in June. (+204 in the last two weeks, 2,575 needed for halfway, 15,075 left)

Mohi (@mohiy-gaza). Confirmed to be wafaaresh's brother here. He is trying to evacuate the six members of his family. He is currently at $27,242/31,000. This campaign was created in late July. (+8,451 in the last two weeks, 3,758 left)

Mohammad Taysir (@yazanfamily). Shared by mohammedalanqer here. He has a three year old and a 2 and a half year old. He is at €11,246/50,000 and this campaign has been up since early July. (+2,747 in the last two weeks, 11,007 needed for halfway, 36,007 left)

Noor Alanqar (@noor-alanqar). Shared by 90-ghost here. Her youngest of three children would now be a year old, and her oldest is six years old. They just passed the halfway-point for the campaign and are at €20,518/40,000. This campaign has been up since June. (+1,371 in the last two weeks, 18,111 left)

Oday Alanqar (@odayalanqar-2002). Shared by el-shab-hussein here. His old account was deleted and his campaign is critically low at €3,618/50,000. This campaign has been up since late July. (+923 in the last two weeks, 21,382 needed for halfway, 46,382 left)

Mahmoud AlBalawi (@elbalawi). Shared by 90-ghost here. He has five siblings and 5 nieces and nephews to keep safe. They were all recently displaced again, August 17th, and need support to stay alive. The campaign is at €39,829/85,000 and was set up in May. (+2,199 in the last two weeks, 2,671 needed for halfway, 45,171 left)

Not vetted campaigns.

Donate to these at your own discretion, I'm just here to compile them since, as far as I know, there's no one on tumblr doing verifications, which makes it very difficult for new families to get support. Many of these have been reverse image searched.

Ahmed Matar (@ahmedmatatsblog). The reverse image search was clean, as seen here but otherwise, there is no verification. You can see his full story in his campaign as well as the breakdown of the costs. He is at €437/64,000. This campaign is really new, too, created August 12th. (+193 in the last two weeks, 63,563 left)

Rond (@rawandrabah and @mohamedrabahfamily). The reverse image search was clean, as said here, but otherwise, no verification. This is the campaign and they are at €520/65,000. This campaign has been up since March. (+83 in the last two weeks, 64,480 left)

Ehab Ayyad (@ehabayyad23). Three users (across two posts, there may be more, but I didn't check) have tried reverse image searching and haven't found anything (here, here and here). €1,597/50,000. This campaign has been up since August 2nd. (+911 in the last two weeks, 47,492 left)

Anas Al-Sharfa (@anasalshrafa). The reverse image search came up clean but otherwise, no verification. He is 17, his brothers are sick and he is trying to provide for his family. He's at €1,607/50,000. This campaign was created August 21st. (+1,482 in the last two weeks, 48393 left)

Osama Al-Anqar (@osama-family). Reverse image search came up clean, but otherwise, no verification. He has a young child and is also supporting his brother and his other (martyred) brother's family. He is at £2,706/50,000. This campaign was created August 8th. (+1,720 in the last two weeks, 47,294 left)

Manal (@help-manal-family). I do not see anyone who has reverse image searched. This is his story and he is at €620/50,000. This campaign was created August 1st. (+35 in the last two weeks. 49345 left)

Eman (@emanabosedo). Has been reverse image searched here and here. She has three young children. This is her story and she is at $676/50,000. This campaign was created August 21st. (+549 in the last two weeks. 49,324 left.)

Mohammed Ayyad (@mohammednasers-blog). Has been reverse image searched here. He is 17 and taking care of his seven siblings and his mother. He is at €2,875/38,000 and the campaign was set up August 5th. (+1,511 in the last two weeks. 33,614 left)

Ezz El-Din Salem (@ezzaldeens-blog). Not formally vetted by someone on tumblr, but has strong evidence as can be seen here. The campaign is at €312/20,000 and was created August 12th. Also, Ezz is actively looking for someone to vet the campaign. (+1,674 in the last two weeks. 18,014 left)

[electricpurrs]

my life has been greatly improved after i did this and i want to help my fellow mobile warriors, but there are no full clear tutorials on it out there, so im making my own

under the cut there'll be an overly extensive but hopefully helpful tutorial on how to use revanced (of youtube revanced fame) to get a patched version of the tumblr mobile app which can reverse annoying UI changes, get prev tags back, and get rid of tumblr live permanently

first of all, this only works on android. sorry. but that said here we go

firstly go on the play store and turn off Play Protect. you'll generally need to turn off/ignore any safety checks you get, and allow to "download from unverified sources" (dw this process is safe, you can turn these back on after you're done)

uninstall the tumblr app you currently have on your phone (the one from the play store)

download Vanced MicroG and ReVanced Manager. install both. ReVanced Manager will become an app you'll need to use for this

go to this link. generally youre supposed to be careful when downloading apks off the internet, but i can testify the ones from apkmirror are safe

now this is where the magic happens. apkmirror has the apks for ALL versions of the tumblr app, from the most recent one as far back as 2015

this is how you can reverse any changes to the tumblr app you dont like, simply get an apk from before the change was made

the one im currently using is v29.1.1.100

pros of this one:

- the old image viewer (you can click on images to zoom in without the weird transparent background and scrolling taking you to unrelated posts)

- prev tags (aka you can click on a post or a reblog to be taken directly to that version of the post or the reblog instead of just going to the top of op's blog)

- general reversal of recent UI changes, like the DM redesign and the update that made everything smaller and round

having chosen an apk, download it. i heard some people say you should only download and not install it right away, but mine only worked when i had it installed, so it might depend for you

now go to the ReVanced Manager app you downloaded earlier

go to the Patcher tab, and there click on Select and application, there you can select the tumblr apk you just downloaded

there you can see the available patches, simply click on patch and wait until its done

i believe if you did not need to install your apk earlier you can just click "install" and install the patched version right away.

but for me, since i had to install my apk, what i had to do was, once my app was patched, click on the folder icon on the bottom left, save the patched app to my phone files (besides the og one, not replace it), then i went to my file manager, deleted the original apk, THEN installed the revanced version

idk if you'll need to do this but it was a pain for me to figure this out so if it helps someone else 👍

and with that its done! if you manage to install it sucessfully, you can just open the app, log in, and youll see if its working if tumblr live is completely gone and all other changes are applied o7

[deathofacupid]

cool | peter parker

a/n: this concept was so sweet to me, and i had to write something for it. okay, so yeah, this is technically irondad + spiderson... but i wanted to add to it.

repost because this fic flopped with, like, 10 notes. if you look at the og, it says 700ish because of the prev notes of what i reblogged. interact with this fic, it's what keeps me going!

summary: you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

warnings: cursing, minor angst (not really tho, mostly fluff)

pairing: fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker

word count: 1.5k+ words

you're working late, you don't normally. it doesn't hurt though, having a side hustle outside of college. with shit parents, community college is really all you have as an option, so extra money is welcomed.

it's 20 minutes until closing time, and you're the only one left. you've read enough articles and watched enough true crime to be at least a little paranoid. not expecting anyone else, you spray a table, wiping it down with a rag. might as well get started with cleaning, right?

so when you hear the familiar chime of the door, you've got the right to be suprised. looking up, you're greeted by the sight of a boy. he's got soft brown curls, and (you find, once you meet his gaze) matching dark, hazel eyes.

you wave at him and move behind the register. he looks harmless, but don't most men that have bad intentions? not that you think he's going to do anything.

you're just a woman. it's the way of life, this thought spiral.

"hi, what can i get you?" when he's closer, you can see the cut he's got on his cheek. it's dried blood, but still enough to make your eyebrows shoot up. in fact, he's got a bruise too.

under his left eye, and by the yellow-green, you can tell it's fresh. it's not your business to ask, well, it is... but you're only asking about his order. he runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying to tame it.

there's a leaf at the top, tangled in there. you want to take it out.

he sniffs, eying the menu. you've never seen him here before, and you've been working here for a while. now that you're looking at him, his eye looks swollen - like someone socked him. "a- a cheese-"

you're not sure where the sudden courage comes from, but you cut him off; "do you want an ice pack? or, uh, maybe frozen peas?"

he looks startled for a second, as if he were just now knocked out og this long train of thought. he pauses to touch his eye, "um," you can tell he doesn't want to trouble you, but you're intrigued now.

"seriously, it's no problem." (on the account you have frozen peas, then it would be no problem. if you didn't... a pack of cold, raw meat-?)

"sure, yeah."

"cool. er- stay right there." you go to the freezer room, rummaging around for frozen peas. it takes you a minute, and you're afraid there are none for a moment, but there are. triumphantly, you bring them back out.

he's standing in the same place, although you're not sure why he would've left. "peas!" you sing-song. handing them to him, you smile.

he throws one back, though it's forced and kind of hollow. you're afraid you've made him uncomfortable, or that you're too much. are you too much?

he squints at your nametag, "thanks, uh, gertrude?"

you're confused for a second, "oh, she's dead."

"i- sorry?" he tilts his head, now he's confused too.

"no, i mean, this isn't my nametag. it's old. like, super old. manager's dead wife. this place is too cheap to get new ones, so we, like, basically catfish people."

he nods, "okay. what's is it then?"

"huh?"

"your name."

you mentally smack your forehead, of course that's what he was asking. "y/n."

"cool. i'm peter. peter parker."

"nice to meet you peter peter parker," it's your attempt at a joke, paired with a lopsided grin. it makes peter smile though, so you consider it a win.

peter presses the pack to his eye, a wince turning into a sigh. oddly enough, it sounds sexual to you, and your face is heating up. what's wrong with you? seriously?

"okay, well, um, i assume you still wanna order something?"

"yeah. maybe just a cheeseburger and fries?"

"you got it," it's closing time, but you don't mind. peter is cute, and he seems nice as well. you're more than happy to stay around longer. "on the house," you say when he tries to offer you money, "seems like you had a rough night."

"no, i-"

"no sweat, parker."

you ring up his order, get it ready, and by the time you're done, he's settled at a table. "here you go. enjoy!"

you go back to sweeping, but you want to talk to him more. "you live around here? i haven't seen you here before."

"uh... not exactly. i don't come here often. i, um," he presses his lips together, "had a friend that brought me here. once or twice."

you frown, "oh, i'm sorry."

"what?" peter looks up from his meal.

"i just- well, you used past tense so i assumed you don't... aren't in touch anymore?" maybe small talk was a bad idea.

"oh. yeah. i guess. he's not really... around. he passed a little while back."

it's like your heart physically aches. "that's sad to hear."

"yeah. 's okay though, getting by fine. or- or better."

"mhm. it gets better. lost my sister a few a years back."

"really? i'm sorry." they're empty words, you've probably heard them a lot, he knows that. you know he knows that.

"thanks."

"yeah," it's quiet for a little while longer.

"so, uh," he pauses, taking a sip of his water, "are you still in school?"

"college," you pause, slightly embarrassed, "community, i mean."

"oh. cool. i'm at midtown. it's not, like, super fancy or whatever..."

you cut him off, shrugging, "better than community. and isn't it like so stupid, how they basically tell you that college is a must, and then have you pay all this money? 'oh, you need it for a good future!'" you mock, "aw, really? then make it free!"

you freeze, realizing you've gone on a tangent. "sorry," you say, flushing.

"no, it's okay," he laughs. "it's cool you're... passionate."

"thanks," you put the broom away. "um, i have to go take out the trash. would you mind... not stealing anything?"

"i'll try," he jokes.

"cool. i believe in your ability of self-restraint."

"cool," he says, matching your tone.

"cool."

"cool."

"okay, that got weird after the, like, second time," you make a face.

"no, yeah, i agree."

"cool," you say, staring at each other in dead silence, before bursting into laughter. you hold up the trashbag, "yeah, so, one sec."

you push open the back door, tossing the bag in the dumpster.

he's so nice, you think. look at you, falling for a basically stranger. you walk back in, closing the door behind you. you notice he's done, so you throw out his things, cleaning down the table.

"hey, uh, when do you close?" peter asks.

you check the clock, "mm... 15 minutes ago."

"holy shit, really?"

"yeah. it's cool though. i was closing anyway, and the company didn't hurt. also... it looked like you needed this."

he looks down at his shoes, smiling, "yeah, no, i did. thanks. and sorry."

"like i said, it's cool."

"cool," you stop, "are you in a cult?" you blurt.

"um, sorry?"

"sorry, like, i just, you look... beat up. and i was wondering if you were in a gang... or something." you squint at the dried blood on his knuckles.

"uh... i am not."

"then how'd you get those?"

he looks conflicted, and you've probably crossed a line. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. obviously, it's not my business. i was just... curious."

you wipe down your last table, cursing yourself internally.

"no, it's cool. i'm..."

"seriously, it's not my business. don't tell me, actually. plausible deniability," you joke.

he says something, and it's so quiet, you don't hear it. "what?" you ask.

"i'm spider-man!"

"uh. what?"

"you don't know spider-man?"

"no, of course i know spider-man!"

"well, yeah. that's me. suprise." he says, doing a small show of jazz-hands.

"there's legit no way. i know i catfished you earlier, but that was on accident!"

he tilts his head, as if he's weighing his options. in reponse, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it's one big joke. after that, it's so quick, you barely notice. something hits your hip, not harshly, and then you're spinning towards peter.

"holy-!" you look down at your side, trying to figure out what it is. you're tucked into peter, and you realize it's... a web. "no. way."

"yes way."

"why'd you tell me? now i can't plausibly deny anything! also, isn't this supposed to be a secret? isn't that the point of the mask? how do you know i won't sell you out?"

"that was a lot."

"i know. but it was very valid."

"i don't know. i just wanted to. you're nice and sweet and pretty-"

"oh, so pretty privilege?"

"no! no, of course not!"

"well, um," you wrap your arms around his neck, "thank you for trusting me. i won't tell anyone."

"cool."

"cool."

his hands are on your hips, and he's leaning in, but you pull away, smirking.

"no kissing until the second date, i'm afraid."

"we're going on dates?"

"if you don't want me to broadcast to the world, yes."

"well, i would've asked to take you anyways."

you smile at him, enjoying the moment.

"wait, are those cameras?" there's absolute panic in his voice, and you giggle.

"those are fake. it's cardboard to scare people off."

"oh. cool."

"cool."

you end up kissing him anyways.

@whatsupstark@ell0ra-br3kk3r@idli-dosa@susvale@kdbsr-h@littlemsbumblebee @sflame15-blog @twinsunkithies @chocolateshepherddreamclod @one-piece-frvr7

[blyszczopies]

one thing i miss the most about old deviantart that also no longer exists elsewhere is how you had a special tab where all your notifications (new drawings and journals etc posted by the people you watch, all the comments and favs you received, etc) would show up and you had complete control over it. if you didnt want something saved you could just delete the notification. if theres something you would want to keep forever all you had to do is not delete it. also everything was put together into categories, so if you wanted to only look at new deviantions you could do that. you could read the new comments and not get everything else from your notifications marked as seen therefore irrelevant. like just the fact you could come back to stuff without it getting buried under all the new notifications.

everything has feeds now that you can scroll through endlessly. where also all the new posts bury the older ones. if you see a long post from a mutual but you dont have the time to read that cause youre gonna miss your train if you do. sorry mate i dont think i will ever gat the chance to read that. so happy for you. or sorry that happened.

also all the nice tags i got under my drawings. or like just any tags i enjoyed reading but i did not reblog the same post again just to prev tag it. buried under all other notifications forever.

like even post-eclipse deviantart notifications tab sucks. i had so many deviantions that i havent seen, because i wasnt as active on dA anymore. but i would come back to them. except all the notifications older than a year get wiped out. for some fucking reason. i had several commens saved in a special, separate folder, because they were very important to me. i dont think i can still view them

idk man i just want her back

under read more because of how long it is. but like do you guys get it .

[pinkartwitch]

“In the midst of the kitchen stood a tall woman Frigga vaguely recognized with sepia skin and black hair shorter than most men’s. She wore an old, stained apron over simple worker’s clothes and her trousers were tucked into steel-toed boots with the stretched-out raggedy laces tied around each ankle. Apparently she’d been gathering up ingredients and baking tools from different cabinets when the heiress surprised her. She stood between the industrial stovetop and a substantial island, and she’d brought out one of two stools from its place at the counter’s opposite side. Frigga wanted to shrink back but she’d already been spotted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know anyone was here!” she apologized, her hand rising to fiddle with the thin golden chain necklace she wore. “No no! Come on in, Miss. You alrigh’?” The woman looked at Frigga, a soft concern in her eyes, and put her things on the island.” Blood and Thorns - Chapter 1

If you were a witch, what kind of magic would you specialize in?

This is a picture I’ve tried to draw before but never posted because I didn’t like how it turned out. I’m still not 100% with it, but I like this one much better so it’s going to get called done! I’m rapidly closing in on my goal of having 1 painting for every chapter of my book, and I’ll be making a big deal of it when I do so stay tuned for that 💖 It’s a long-term project very dear to my heart, and the more lesbians and witches I get to draw the better! Drawing scenes in a dark academia setting is so much fun, and I love adding bits of ambient magic wherever I can.

Little aside, I’ve been kind of all over the place for the last few weeks so I’m hoping to get back to my regular posting schedule with today. I had a lot of fun at the art gallery (see prev. post), and I’ve also had a lot going on personally so thank you everyone for your support oxoxo

If you like this, please reblog (it really helps artists out!!), leave a like or comment, and consider following me for more (I update at least once a week) 💖

Available for commissions! For more information, please check out  my post here: https://www.tumblr.com/pinkartwitch/739257460225916928/novas-art-commissions

If you’d like to read Blood and Thorns for free, my original story about magic, personal agency, and queer love that overcomes oppression, you can here: https://pinkchaosstories.tumblr.com/bloodandthorns

[tojisun]

Hi I wanted to ask for some advice as to what I should do with my blog because I'm quite new to tumblr and idk who else to ask but the writers I already follow😭

I no longer want my main blog to have my cod fics on them so l created a side blog specifically for cod content. What do I do with the few fics I've already posted on the main blog? Should I delete them and then copy and repost them to my new blog? Or should I leave them with an edit saying l've moved and just reblog them so the original post is still visible on the new blog?

The thing is that these few fics l've posted already have around only 100 notes each and I have a few followers so I don't want to be annoying to anyone by moving.

I'm so sorry if this makes no sense. You obviously don't have to answer this if you don't want, I just wanted to ask someone who seems to know how tumblr works and knows what's the norm lol. Love your stuff btw💖

hello!!

tbh baby whichever is easier for u!

u can either reblog the post in ur new blog, n delete the root post (i used to do that for this blog)? or u can just entirely repost it—please, dont worry about being annoying bc u wont be!! ur creating ur space and its so okay to fix it up however u must.

if u do repost, u can clarify that in the new post’s authors note!

leaving a note in ur prev blog that u have moved is also great! i do that between my blogs, except i dont want people from hobimoon to know tojisun bc that was such an old blog that uhhh i dont want them here lol 🙂‍↕️

tbh idek if these are helpful bc i basically just said “yea do everything!!” and im so sorry </3 thank you so much for coming to me for help and i really hope i was able to at least offer some :(

thank you so much baby and omg pls dont apologize!!! take care and happy blogging!!

[originsofevil]

Intro <3 !

I go by Michelangelo or any variation of that

(usually michael/mikey but names dont mean much to me)

but i recently found out that i'm the host of a system so if any tags are signed off with a different name thats why

dont care too much abt pronouns but i typically use he/him, ve/vir, and xe/xir/xem. mix it up, get creative. typically dont use she/her but ynever know

body is 21, we're an aries if u wanna make any judgement off of that, autistic + adhd if that wasnt obvious

i do post occasional nfsw/suggestive content, never anything too crazy but if youre a minor id prefer if you didnt interact with those posts, i have no way of enforcing this as i dont check my notifs unless theres tags but i am a full adult, i do pay rent and bills and taxes. on that topic i probably wont follow you if youre under like. 16/17ish. no hard feelings i just am an adult and im not around kids very much as the 2nd youngest of 4 so. if youre under 16 dont do drugs stay in school all that good stuff. i love you, go to bed on time. i've been on this website since i was 11 and it shows. dont be me.

dms are always open ! i'm not amazing at holding a conversation unless its abt my current hyperfixation (rn its zelda/lu) but i love to yap. if you follow me and we're not mutuals dm/ask me and ill follow back! I don't rly pay attention to my followers so i typically don't follow ppl unless theyre consistently posting abt one of my interests and i remember to

I talk in the tags a LOT feel free to <- prev or rb addressing my tags but i typically assume no one will read them all the way through. i'm writing whole essays. im oversharing. call op a college admissions office bc I'm telling my whole life story. if my tags make you uncomfortable on your post please let me know and i will apologize/delete them if you wish. i dont have a concept of tmi and tend to misread/miss social cues/the vibes so i apologize if i misstep

please let me know if i reblog any stolen artwork/ai generated anything/ etc

‼️‼️i am not spoiler free for anything (even if i myself havent seen the content) i dont have any sort of tagging system ‼️

list of my active fandoms! old hyperfixations tend to creep up on me so this is not complete

- bungo stray dogs (bsd beast fans pls follow me i adore beast)

- legend of zelda (all games + lu/links meet aus)(legend fans pspspsp)

- the witcher (mainly the show but i got attached to a character thats not even actually in any of the games. aiden i love you.)

- cars (2006, 2011, 2017)(yes entirely unironically)

- Voltron legendary defender. (again. yes. unironically.)

- star wars (mainly the main series and animation since i havent read thr or played the games)

- jujutsu kaisen (2nd years stan)

- the magnus archives (gerry delano fans i love you)

- percy jackson (mainly the books and musical, i dont care for the show much but i adore the actors)

- gravity falls ! (i actually just got into this like, last month. binged the whole series in like a week at age 21.)

- my hero academia (my hs best friend made me watch s1 and i got attached to aizawa hawks and the todorokis sorry)(im convinced the todorokis were based on my family. im literally natsuo. dont ask abt dabi unless u think you're prepared)

- lord of the rings, long awaited addition to this list given i was raised on them (undiagnosed adhd child + 4 our long movies = not a good combination)

Non Fandom Interests

- I write ! once i start uploading ill link my ao3 here but its rough out here (microsoft word)

- I draw ! i mightve posted my art a few times but as i mentioned i dont have any tagging system so maybe I'll make one for art or link another social at some point

- this mostly falls under loz but i love video games :3 i MOSTLY play loz but animal crossing, minecraft, and random silly da games ive collected over the years are my pride and joy. i want to play the witcher games but i have assassins creed black flag and im really bad at it. (i only have nintendo consoles (ds, 3ds, switch) rn but i want a decent pc at some point. the sims calls to me.

- Politics! my politics are very important to me as a leftist so if you're right wing we will not get along. if i find out that youre racist/homophobic/transphobic/a zionist (i am jewish)/sexist/etc i will probably block you. id say no hard feelings but i dint mean that.

I will probably update this as needed/whenever i remember to <3 ty if u read this and i love you have a great day

[scoobydoodean]

Curious since everytime i see your blog you place yourself as some sane anti bullying saint, what exactly is the point of sharing a post by someone solely complaining about who is reblogging their posts, i doubt the wincest tag was used ofcourse, they likely went and checked the blogs and are monitoring reblogs then had to make a declaration of how sick they are bcz someone rebogged the post. Is this not unfandom behaviour? If someone starts whining about interaction best thing to do is ignore ofcourse and they are entitled to say what they want and interact how they want (perhaps shouldn't run such a neutral public poll but whatevs) instead of provoking or sharing but anyways till this point what's your intent of haha so many wincest blogs on that post. Your entire blog is so reactionary as a dean stan and its fandom faction its just so weird to me how your entire stick is complaining about stans. But whatever. It just very much seems like an invitation to bully blogs for reblogging and existing.

Hi. I never intend to cast myself as an "anti bully saint". I try to be thoughtful about what I reblog and post, but I have absolutely come up short before, as we all do. I think we can all try to do better and be more thoughtful all of the time.

I make fun of stans, yes—including at times Dean stans and JA stans (who are very adjacent to my space). I find SPNblr and its many various little segments fascinating to explore in their depravity and complexity and everything. Sometimes SPNblr is hilarious, sometimes it's embarassing, sometimes it's toxic, sometimes it's utterly unhinged. I like to explore it with my telescope and my compass and my map. Regular old Dora the Explorer over here.

Speaking about all our various groups in general and certain elements in them (with no names, no identifying info) is very different from targeting individual specific people and their posts by screenshotting them to mock them behind a person's back in a circle, or sending people hate mail. Wincest shippers have received a lot of hate in the SPNblr space, but that does not make them a protected class who I am not allowed to talk about in a general sense when they Do Things™️. Among some wincest shippers, there is an extreme amount of cognitive dissonance about what exactly some of the other people in the space are like and a naive belief that conduct is always appropriate in that community, and that is simply not true.

All of that said, let me tell you what happened in the christ-figure bracket, because I was there, Gandalf—before OP erased the evidence of what was going on. OP made a single post expressing discomfort, which I thought was funny. I reblogged it because I thought it was funny. It seemed to me based on their tone, that OP was approaching the situation with humor. I may be wrong about that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ However, the reaction to what they said was over the top from some individuals. I think a lot of people didn't see what went on however because OP deleted it pretty fast, but I did see it because it was still there on my first reblog.

In the notes of that post, there were, in fact, several wincest shippers fucking with OP trying to get themselves blocked on purpose. There were 3-4 reblogs with gifs and/or text referencing wincest including something to the effect of, "I hope Sam got Dean to fuck him on Easter Sunday". These things were stated in an attempt to mock and upset the OP and bait a block. I reblogged the same post again talking to my friend in tags, and said, #prev#there were so many wincest shippers on that post when I reblogged it. OP blocked them all now. Pretty funny.#but also sorry op RIP inbox/notifs. When I said that, I did not mean wincest shippers just existing on the post and reblogging things and getting blocked for it. I meant some wincest shippers intentionally trying to upset the OP with what they were adding to the post. By that point, OP had blocked those accounts. Then someone sent OP some fanfiction. I'm not sure if that occurred on the previous post or was DM'd to them. This got Sam kicked out of the christ-figure poll entirely. This is both extremely funny to me, and also I think a deserved outcome for the people who were being Like That™️, who did happen to come from the wincest community.

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About Ni:

Hi I'm Ni (She/They; 25↑), I love Digimon in general, but the series I work with more is the OG Adventure series. I'm Ace/Panromantic, please use she/her or they/them pronouns. I'm a scaredy-cat kind of person who gets nervous and anxious at first, but once we start bonding I'll drop that and be more of myself. Also, I'm not good with people/communication, so sometimes I have meltdowns and have to step back for a while. Usually I'm either cooling off on a non-roleplaying blog or just hanging out on Discord. So please be patient with me during these times.

I love to learn new things, so please correct me if needed but without yelling at me because I kind of hate being yelled at, because I had bad personal life experiences in the past. My muses, despite some being quite closer to my personality are NOT me so please be aware of the differences between muse and writer.

I get super duper fired up when talking about the things I love the most. However I can be quite harsh and critical about said stuff as well. I tend to get a lot of brainstorms so if I’m messaging you that much please tell me and I will slow down my pace. 

I also get excited when writing a thread, so I tend to reply hella quickly while I still have in mind what to say. Don’t rush me, but give me small reminders if I forget to reply since there’s a chance I actually forgot to or thought it was your turn when in fact I hadn’t replied in the first place.

I also draw. Like, a lot. Quite compulsive. Some of my non-canon-material icons are my own art. And I feel a bit uncomfortable by using other people’s fanart WITHOUT their permission. So yeah, I do my own doodled icons… When I get energy for those.

[moa-broke-me]

#reblog#pjo tv crit#im mostly replying to tags here nobody mind me

#re: prev tags - there's a bunch of stuff from TSATS that's also blatantly from tumblr posts lmao#the subway scene is literally almost word for word a tumblr post iirc#in the comments of that one college humor comic i think

#i distinctly remember a thread on it and reading TSATS and going ''thats word-for-word a tumblr post. i know it. i've read that post.''#which makes a lot of sense when you consider how just. absolutely out of place that scene feels with the rest of the book#like the book is a mess but that scene in particular is just. oh they literally just ripped it straight from tumblr. thats why its weird.

#photokinesis Will has obviously been popular fanon since 2015 and same with plague Will#even some TOA stuff is blatantly old fanon or tumblr posts. *especially* solangelo stuff#im surprised they didnt go full 2015 fanon and give him a lasso/whip made of light instead of the weird laser beam thing

#and Piper's cameo in TSATS is just not even subtly a checklist of Rick directly responding to criticism he's gotten about her character#plus that whole scene of Nico basically being outed a second time/''coming out'' to CHB that has the random list of other queer campers#but it's LITERALLY a list. just throwing names out there. like cool. zero effort. and im pretty sure also specifically common fanon ones

#anyways everybody place your bets when is somebody gonna throw an apple to their significant other/crush#fun fact - yknow the skeleton pegasus merch from the Tower of Nero book tour? yeah thats 100% ripped from fanon#thats been a fanon thing for ages before ToN. in fact i have a nearly identical design on redbubble that was up for years prior#and i know for a fact that shirt design was one of the first results for ''chb shirt'' on redbubble for ages#im not saying they ripped it off from me cause i know im not the first person to think of that but it is suspicious

#the weirdest part of it all to me is Rick is clearly like 5-10 years behind on fanon. so every time a fanon/fandom ref is included#it just feels dated and awkward. like yeah nobody has referenced that in ages. but now it's canon but fanon isn't supposed to be canon#it's often super incongruent. such as Will being retconned into TTC for TSATS because?????? fanon. fanon is why.#like he physically cannot be at chb in TTC without ruining an entire chain of stuff. there is no logical way he can exist there.#which is why he doesn't in canon! he's introduced in TLO! he can exist no earlier than BoTL!

#fanon doesnt have to follow canon logic. but that just makes it REALLY bad when it's blatantly canonized with no regard for consistency#which is why i think TSATS feels so much like a 2015 fanfic. cause it's just blatantly all 2015 fanon that isnt congruent with canon at all#anyways sorry for the tag rant thank you for coming to my tedtalk

These were too good to stay in the tags

Fun fact, I recognize most semi major plot point changes in the Percy Jackson series from Tumblr posts 

The Calling Kronos grandpa thing was a Tumblr post way way way way before the show is even talked about releasing

I don’t know why but it feels weird knowing that everyone is praising Rick for something he didn’t do

[shu-glue]

Chapter 5: Run That By Me Again

Summary: You meet up with Kita and he asks you to tutor Suna. You and your friends arrive at the gym to take some shots for the volleyball team's posters when you get suspicious of Suna.

A/N: holy moly, this is like. the longest chapter i've written so far (a whopping 5.5+ words O.O) (i know its not that long compared to others but shush). chapter 6 is almost finished and will be posted next week; however, i'll have to move the schedule to every Saturday in my timezone (Fridays PST) since i'm going back to school and i have responsibilities again 🥹. anyway, as usual, likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated! hope you like the chapter and hope you have a nice day!

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(Knock, knock.

“Excuse us, anybody hooome~?”

Your small hand tightened its grip on your older brother’s, your wide eyes flitting up to him nervously. Your palms were sweaty, and your face was flushed. Your baby cheeks were puffed out as you gulped down the large lump in your throat but to no avail. “Shinichi… I wanna go home now…” You say to him, pulling at his sleeve to get him to leave the doorstep of your neighbors’ house, to get him to go back to your home—if you can call that new, empty house a home.

Your older brother, Shinichi, looks down at you, blue-green eyes wide with surprise. He said your name softly, placing a hand on your shoulder, his free hand holding onto the basket of separately packaged biscuits. “We can’t go back home already, we just got here. Besides, it’s important to make friends with the neighbors, remember?” He had gently said to you, smiling.

You frowned deeply, shaking your head vehemently as you buried your face in his shirt. “No! I wanna go home… my stomach is feelin’ funny…” You cried. You didn’t want to meet new people. You didn’t want to see them stare at you again, behind their bright cameras and whispers behind their hands, like how it was in your hometown. The thought filled you up with a funny feeling in your stomach that made you want to puke, and made your hands and fingers shake.

Shinichi’s eyebrows raised before they furrowed, frowning now as well as he pushed the bangs away from your face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced ya. We can come back here another day—” He had said to reassure you, finally understanding your state, when the door had opened and the two of you whipped your heads to look at it.

You hid behind your older brother, immediately cautious, as the both of you stared up at the old woman who greeted you at the door. Her hair was already a silvery gray and a warm smile was plastered on her face, inviting and comforting.

“Oh? Ya must be the kids of the family that jus’ moved in.” She said, her smile getting brighter as she looked down at you and Shinichi.

He smiled politely, bowing at her and nudging your back so you would do the same. “That’s right! I’m Shinichi and this is my little sibling.” He had said, introducing the two of you. He calls your attention. “Say hi to the nice lady.”

Meekly, you had averted your cautious gaze from the woman, muttering a small ‘hi’ that made the old woman beam at you, regardless. “Oh, such polite children! I’m Kita Yumie, nice ta meetcha!” She had said. Shinichi beams. You don’t reply.

“Nice ta meetcha too, ma’am, we’re actually here ta give ya some biscuits we made! Our mama wanted us ta make friends with the neighbors.” Shinichi says, handing a plastic of cookies to Yumie, which she gingerly accepts. “But, my sibling is actually having a stomachache so we have ta go back home.”

You hid yourself even more behind Shinichi, about two seconds away from running back home and locking yourself away from the world. Yumie raised her eyebrows. “Oh! If that’s the case, please, have some tea leaves we have. They help immensely with stomach pains, I always have my grandchildren drink it when they complain about their tummy feelin’ funny.” She had said and she looked behind her. “Ah, Shizuka’s taking care of Shousuke then—Shin-chan! Can ya get the mint tea from the top cabinet?”

You peeked around your brother when she said that, the littlest bit of curiosity having had taken hold of you. “Oh, Shinsuke is a really sweet boy. He’s about yer age, actually!” Yumie said to you, smiling brightly. "He's a bit shy but he means well. I would appreciate it if ya befriend the boy as well."

Shinichi grinned down at you, almost excited. You're confused. "Did ya hear that? Ya might get a new friend!" He had said to you. You highly doubted it. You didn't want a new friend. You wanted to be left in peace. You wanted to be alone. You wanted to disappear from everyone else's peering eyes forever—

"Grandma." A new voice had cut in and you turn your head to look behind Yumie, and your eyes had widened seeing his silver hair, fading to black at the tips, and his sharp brown eyes. "Here's the tea."

The two of you made eye contact, and he had blinked at you curiously, while you blinked back.

"Ah, thank you, Shin-chan. These are our new neighbors!" Yumie had said to him, before turning to you and Shinichi. "This is my grandson, Kita Shinsuke."

You looked at him, at Kita, and the both of you made eye contact.

Your eyes wide, as he nodded at you and your brother. "It's nice ta meetcha."

Your stomach started to feel funny again. But that time, it was different.)

When you were younger, you never really thought that you'd be friends with Kita Shinsuke, much less best friends. The quiet, mild-mannered boy from two houses down the street, living with his siblings and his grandmother while his parents worked away in the rice fields. He was a year older than you were, and on the weekends, you and your older brother would visit his house.

You can’t remember exactly when you two became friends. At some point, you two just clicked.

You can’t remember exactly when you realized you had feelings for him either. No, that’s not entirely true. You just know that at some point, Kita became someone you wanted to give the world to. At some point, your heart began to beat quicker whenever you saw him. Your palms would get clammy with sweat when he’s near you. At some point, your feelings went past the line of platonic.

And it was the scariest realization of all.

“Kita?” You call out as you step through the doors, walking onto the school rooftop. It was quite easy to slip away from Nana and Ryuji, who were so immersed in finding out the universal deadline for returning one’s manga. No one comes up to the rooftop anyway, so you were pretty much safe on your way up.

The wind is much stronger up here, whipping through your hair. No one comes up here, so it’s only you and Kita.

He’s sitting by the net railing of the rooftop, silver hair waving in the strong wind. Ankles crossed and arms wrapped around his knees, he looks serene. It feels like your heart just stopped and got resuscitated at the same time. Smiling, you walk—if not skip—over to him, your grin barely hidden on your face. “Kita!”

Kita blinked and looked up to see you approach, his expression melting away to form a gentle smile on his face. He says your name gently—your first name, like he always had—, greeting you with a ‘good morning’ and you feel like your heart could burst as you sit down beside him, enjoying the morning air next to him.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Did ya finish yer morning practice early?” You ask him, getting comfortable on the ground. Kita’s usually so busy with the volleyball club, he rarely has time to see you in the mornings.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “everyone was tired after a few drills so I let them rest before their first period classes start. I also wanted to talk to ya before class.”

You grin. “Ya say they usually slack off during practice. Did ya decide to be merciful this time?” You joke. Kita tilts his head.

“Am I that strict?”

“Nah, yer good. The best captain even.”

For as long as you can remember, Kita loved volleyball. It started when the both of you saw a couple of kids passing a volleyball back and forth between each other. It was obvious that Kita wanted to try playing, but he was never verbal about his interests at that time. He never talked about what he wanted, it’s like he just adapted to what happened around him and acclimated. You scrapped up whatever money you had in your allowance with Shinichi’s help, and bought Kita a volleyball for his 7th birthday.

You were afraid that he wouldn’t like it, that you overestimated yourself and thought you knew him better than you actually did, but you will never forget the way he smiled and hugged you in thanks that day. Ever since then, he is always so thorough when he practices, and he gives his all every time. The fact that he became captain made you so proud of him.

“When's the preliminaries for Interhigh? I need ta know when to hog the TV at home to watch ya play.” You say, wringing your fingers together.

“Some time after midterms, I believe.” Kita replies. “But ya don’t have to watch if yer busy.”

“Don’t say that! I want to!” You suddenly exclaim, closing your fists as you whip your head to him. “What kinda person would I be if I didn’t support ya?”

Kita’s expression softens as he looks at you, smiling gently. “Thank you.” He says with a gentle utterance of your name.

Kita Shinsuke. Your best friend, your childhood friend. Your everything.

Everything you want in your future but you’re not even sure if he feels the same way.

“Oh wait, which reminds me,” Kita’s words make you perk up, “can I ask ya fer another favor? I’m sorry, I know I already asked ya ta make posters for the team but—"

“If it’s a request from you, I don’t mind, Kita.” You say, scooting closer to show him you’re paying attention. “What is it?”

“Thank you, it’s just… something that needs to be done before midterms.”

Your heart begins to beat dangerously fast. Wait, oh no, what if he’s planning on confessing to someone and he wants you to be the messenger? What if he wants to stop being friends because of that? Please don’t let it be that, please don’t let it be that—!

“Ya remember Suna Rintarou, right?”

Oh thank God.

Wait, what.

“Suna Rintarou?” You repeat in confusion, tilting your head as you raise an eyebrow. “Ya mean that boy from the cafeteria yesterday? Your teammate?” And the guy who just recorded the Miya twins and Nana bickering without doing anything to stop the scene and the guy who crashed into you yesterday and didn’t bother apologizing. (But Kita didn’t need to know that.)

“That’s the one.”

“What’s his deal then?” Your face sours at the mere thought of the sleepy-eyed asshole as you place your chin on your palm.

“Well, his grades are dropping. And we had been informed yesterday that if he doesn’t pass his midterms, it is highly likely that he’d be benched for Interhigh preliminaries.”

“Oh.” You blurt out, lifting your head. “That’s not good.”

Kita frowns, nodding his head as he rubs his temple. “Yes. I was wonderin’ if you can talk to him, and help him out a bit.”

You blink. “Help him out?” You repeat and Kita just gives you a look. Instantly, you regret being on the same wavelength as him sometimes. “I am NOT tutoring him.”

“Is it because ya had to scold him yesterday at lunch—?”

“It’s because he’s an annoying lil—!” You cut yourself off, running a hand through your hair. “I’m sorry, it won’t work, Kita, we won’t get along. I barely even know the guy, I don’t have time for him, and I don’t have time for his problems!”

Kita sighs. “He’s one of our key players in the team, and a talented spiker. I don’t want to have a player like him benched for half of the tournament.”

You look down at your feet, pouting. “Yer probably better than him, Kita. No, yer definitely a better player!”

“I’m flattered yer confident in my abilities, but, Suna’s still a core starting player.” Kita says. “Please, if not fer him, can ya do it fer me?”

He’s doing it again. You don’t know if he’s aware he does it. He HAS to know that he’s doing it! There is no way he’s just subconsciously and coincidentally giving you puppy dog eyes with those brown eyes of his.

And the saddest thing is that it’s actually working on you.

“Ghk. Well…” You trail off, trying to avert your gaze from the way Kita is looking at you. “Well… uh…”

Kita’s small frown grows deeper and his eyebrows furrow even more, from looking like a quiet, pouting child, to a sad looking labrador puppy sitting in the rain. Oh, this is so not fair. This is really not fair!

“F— Fine…” You finally say, slumping as you sigh loudly. “I’ll help him study. But only if he asks! I ain’t offering!”

It seems like that was enough for him as he smiles softly at you, one of those rare smiles he never really shows others (you feel special every time you see it). You try to ignore the way your heart flutters when he rests his head on your shoulder, slightly tired from morning practice. He may be a robot to some, but you see different. He says your name. “Thank you.” Kita murmurs. “Yer a lifesaver.”

“Don’t mention it.” You reply, trying to keep your composure as well as act normal, resting your head on top of his, praying that he doesn’t hear the way your heart is beating so fast right now, so thunderous, so loud. How has he not noticed by now?

“Ya know, I’m glad yer my friend.” He says and you feel his breath on your shoulder, you feel his hand ghosting the side of yours, you feel your cheeks heat up so bad you feel like your face would melt and catch on fire.

You want to cry. You want to throw up. You want to hug him, kiss him, tell him how much you love him and how much you want to be by his side. How much he means to you. How happy he makes you feel.

But you don’t. You can’t.

You just smile at him. “Hey, Kita.” And you hope your voice doesn’t sound weird, that you don’t sound nervous, that you aren’t stuttering like a bumbling fool. You hope that you don’t throw up after this. And he smiles back at you.

“I’m glad yer my friend too!” You say, eyes shut as you force a smile.

You hope, you pray, that he never finds out what he does to you. At least, not until you tell him yourself. These feelings of yours are like a secret you want to share with him and only him, the only page in your locked diary that you’d willingly tear out and give to him because you’d know your secret is safe with him. A secret only meant for you and him. Your confidant. Your best friend. Your childhood friend. Your everything.

“Thank you.”

If only you were brave enough, prepared enough to trust him with the key.

“Disposable cameras?!"

“Check.”

“Lights?!”

“Check.”

“Okay! Senpai, draft posters?!”

“...”

“Senpai?”

“.....”

“SENPAI!”

You startle out of your daze and stand up straight, finally zoning back in. Classes have ended a few minutes ago and you’re in the clubroom, preparing everything you and your friends need to take the photos for the posters of the volleyball team. Though, you’ve been in a daze all day ever since your talk with Kita this morning. “Huh? Oh, the drafts? Yeah, check.” You quickly say, filing through the stack of papers in your hands.

“Are ya alright? You were zoning out just now.” Ryuji asks you, tilting his head as he looks at you confused.

“Eh? Yeah, I’m alright, why wouldn’t I be?” You reply, trying to act normal again.

“I know ya space out sometimes, senpai, but it’s not like ya ta mentally peace out while doing somethin’ fer the club.” Nana says, before she gasps, hand going to cover her mouth almost scandalously as she leans forward. “Is it… is it Mystery Boy Crush—?!”

Immediately, you have Nana’s mouth covered with both your hands, your eyes wide and cheeks red. “No! No, I mean— okay, yeah, it’s Mystery Boy Crush but like—”

Nana shrieks in excitement. “Wait, really?! What happened this time? What did he do??” She asks, eager for details as she pries your hands off her mouth. Ryuji doesn’t say anything but it’s obvious he’s curious too, if the way he’s leaning towards you and tilting his head was any indication.

Both your friends know that you have someone you like (an image that would shock anyone who didn’t know you personally). They know you are close with him, and that you are head over heels over him, but they have no idea as to who your Mystery Boy Crush is. They’re curious though, and overwhelmingly positive about him as all you’ve ever told them is that he’s sweet, studious, and caring (which is true).

“He just… we just talked…” You say, averting your gaze. Honestly, that’s all you really did earlier but your heart still stubbornly and erratically beats.

“Wait, oh my god, shut up, did ya?!" Nana excitedly pries, shaking your shoulders. "Did ya finally confess yer feelings? Did he tell ya he liked ya too?!"

You raise your eyebrows, grabbing Nana's hands to stop her shaking you. "Uh, no. We really just talked." You reply, making her whine out loud.

"Nana, we shouldn't pry too much." Ryuji chastises her and Nana robotically turns her head towards Ryuji, an unimpressed look on her face.

"If ya tell me yer not curious about who senpai's mystery crush is and what they did earlier today, yer a huge liar."

"... yer not entirely wrong." Ryuji admits, rubbing the back of his neck and Nana places her hands on her hips proudly.

"Of course, I'm right!" She says ("I said not entirely wrong—") before turning to you. "Senpai, are ya SURE ya can't give us at least one clue? Like, what club is he in? What does he look like? Is he cute? Hot?"

You blush and lightly push Nana's face, pinching her cheeks. "Not gonna tell ya. It's a secret fer me and me alone." You say and while Nana whines once again and Ryuji looks disappointed, they don't press the issue any further.

"Fineee. Let's just head to the gym now—"

A sudden voice by the doorway interrupts the three of you. You all recognize the voice; Nana snaps her head up, face immediately twisted in displeasure, Ryuji frowns deeply, and you immediately steel yourself, putting on your blank facade once more.

"Looks like we have the clubroom to ourselves then, doesn't it guys?"

At the doorway stood three boys. The one with dark hair is eyeing you and Nana with his blue, keen gaze, lazy smirk plastered on his face. (Sleazy, as Nana would describe him.) The one with strawberry blond hair and red eyes is standing farther back, hands shoved into his pockets, eyes boring into the three of you. The last one with light brown hair is standing front and center, smiling coyly at you and you alone.

It annoyed you.

"You shut yer whore mouth, Hasegawa!" Nana shouts at the dark haired boy, the one who spoke up first earlier.

He frowns at Nana, shaking his head in mock disappointment as he clicks his tongue. "Yer so violent, Nana-chan! Maybe if ya softened up a bit, somebody would take pity and actually have interest in ya." He says, revelling in the way Nana clenches her fists and grits her teeth. "Hmm, maybe grow up a bit while yer at it as well. How old are ya again? Eleven?"

Nana snaps her head to you and Ryuji, and you two can almost see a vein ready to pop in her forehead. "Can I hit him this time?"

"Maybe not…" Ryuji restrains her by the arms in advance.

"Come on now, you two, why don't we get along?" The light brown haired boy says, smiling coyly at Nana this time as he waves his hands to placate her, which irks her even more.

"Joue-senpai." You finally say, voice level. "I thought ya weren't coming to the clubroom today."

While you're the vice president of the art club, Joue Misao is the president of the art club. At least, he should be. He doesn’t really do anything for the club aside from hanging out with his friends, Hasegawa Daiki and Amiya Hotarou, in the clubroom along with the rest of his lackeys. (“Like a bunch of lazy twats,” Ryuji had said once.) It’s annoying, but Misao is well and popular among everyone else for his ikemen-like appearance and “chivalrous” personality. In reality, he’s narcissistic and flat out lousy.

Daiki isn’t a member of the art club; he’s actually not a member of any club right now as he prefers to spend his free time after school doing ‘dodgy’ activities. Hotarou, on the other hand, IS a member of the club but he’s either just brooding in the background during club activities or with Misao and Daiki doing who knows what.

You and your friends weren’t fond of the trio, Nana and Ryuji more riled up because of how Misao dumped all his responsibilities on you and them in the past.

“Oh, we heard that y’all were going to the gym today, so we figured we’d guard the clubroom while yer at it.” Misao replies to you, demure smile now turned back to you. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes though.

“YER our club president! Ya should be helping us right now too—!” Nana rolls up her sleeves, ready to punch anyone if needed, but Misao wags a finger at her.

“Ah, but isn’t this our lovely vice president’s idea? Then this should be their responsibility, shouldn’t it?” He says, side-eyeing you with a smirk on his face and saying your name. “That’s what we talked about yesterday, ain’t that right?”

Your frown deepens and you cast a harsh glare at Misao, but you don’t say anything despite the fact that you’re obviously irked. Ryuji does it for you. “Ya know, ya can’t just blow off all yer responsibilities and expect Vice Pres to—”

“Shut uppp. Yer cutting in on our downtime.” Daiki whines, pushing past the three of you to walk further into the clubroom.

“Hah??! Why I outta—!” You stop Nana with a sigh, leading her and Ryuji out of the clubroom.

“Let’s just go, guys, it’s not worth it.” You say, ignoring the smirk Misao gives you. You push your friends out as they complain, quickly exiting the clubroom before any more bickering can break out.

Hotarou’s red eyes follow you out the door.

“We should’ve cussed ‘im out.”

You give a drawn out sigh as the three of you near the gym. Nana and Ryuji are pissed, rightfully so, with how Misao and his friends had treated the three of you earlier. Honestly, you want to throttle him as well. Wipe that stupid smirk off his face and maybe pull out at least some of his brown hair. But alas, you had a reputation to keep and hitting someone willy nilly wouldn't do anything for you except cause trouble.

"It's really not a big deal." You say, turning to Nana and Ryuji with a dubious look on your face, an eyebrow raised.

"No, it's not not a big deal!" Nana interjects, shaking both her fists in front of her. Her face is red hot with anger, eyebrows furrowed together so tightly you're worried she'd get wrinkles early. "Ya don't deserve treatment like that! Those assholes shouldn't be treating ya that way and personally, I'd give 'em a piece of my mind!"

"I don't normally agree with, uhh, violent methods but Nana's right." Ryuji adds, crossing his lanky arms over his chest as he regards you with stern eyes. "Telling a teacher about his lousiness won't cut it."

"That's right, that's right!"

This shouldn't be the time for your heart to swell at their concern for you, but you can't help it. They really ground you. Support you never knew you needed until you were about to collapse.

Though their willingness to beat someone up for you is endearing in some way, it's not a good idea in the slightest. "They insulted the two of ya, too. I'm more miffed by that than whatever they do or whatever they say ta me." You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "But causing a scene won't solve anything, ya know, we'd only get in trouble and I don't want that for either of ya."

Nana pouts. "We can handle any punishment!"

"I'd rather ya don't handle a punishment in the first place." You sigh again, throwing your head back and staring at the sky. "Let's jus' leave it, yeah? We just have ta deal with Joue-senpai fer another few months."

"Ya mean an entire school year." Nana grumbles as she slumps, extremely exhausted just from that one encounter. "Can y'all believe he said photography is just taking random pictures and photoshopping ta make it pretty? The nerve of that dick!"

"I've had Hasegawa mess up one of my oil paintings by adding an entire cup of water to my paint…" Ryuji adds, rubbing his face with his hands. "And Amiya…"

Nana cuts in. "Amiya's just weird."

You sigh in understanding. "Well, doesn't mean we can't have a fun year, now does it?" You say, trying to light up the mood. Nana looks at you with disbelief.

"Yer so disgustingly optimistic!"

Soon, the three of you arrive at the gym, the double doors wide open. You can hear talking in the gym, loud murmurs, and the occasional squeaking of sneakers against the hardwood floors.

You enter the gym first, followed by Nana and Ryuji. “Excuse me, please pardon the intrusion.” You call out, voice calm and cool and face stoic. The entire team is dressed in their volleyball uniforms and they turn their heads when you announce your arrival. Coach Kurosu is with Kita, their attention now on you the second you called out, and Kita gives you a small smile.

"Ah, members of the art club. I take it Kita asked ya to make the posters fer us." Coach Kurosu asks you as you and your friends approach him.

"Yes, thank you fer letting us borrow yer time today. Especially since we heard the tournament is somewhat soon…"

"Oh, don't worry about that! Just do what ya gotta do fer today." Coach Kurosu assures you, waving his hand, and he turns to Kita. "I'll leave everything to ya then, kid. Gotta meet with some teachers."

Kita nods and you bow to the older man as the coach leaves the gym. The former gives you a smile. "Thanks again." He murmurs to you and you nod, trying not to let a grin spread on your face.

The silver-haired captain then turns to his team and beckons them to gather around, all of them obeying either with a confused or curious expression. "Boys, these are the members of the art club. They'll be helping us create recruitment posters, as well as fundraiser posters."

You bow to the rest of the team, Nana and Ryuji following your lead. "Good afternoon. I'm the vice president of the art club," you say, giving them your name, "these are my fellow members, Hibiki Ryuji and Murasaki Nana. Thank you for havin' us." You have Nana distribute the draft posters so everyone can have a look, while you and your friends set up the lights. You flit your eyes over each member, checking to see if everyone is accounted for. You asked Kita for a list of all his teammates and their positions yesterday when you were making the draft posters.

There’s Aran, Akagi, and Omimi; the three you know the most because you’ve seen them with Kita during school most of the time. There’s the first years as well, though, the only one you know by name is Riseki Heisuke (mostly because Nana has complained about him bumping into her one too many times).

… And there are three second years trying to avoid your gaze.

Ginjima looks like he wants to melt into the floor this time, Atsumu is too busy having a “friendly” glaring match with Nana, Osamu is trying to stifle his laughter. The only second years who are looking at you are Yuto, who’s glancing between you and the aforementioned three in confusion, and…

You narrow your eyes when you see Suna’s yellowish-gray gaze fixed on you. He doesn’t look angry or even annoyed, he’s just staring at you with blank eyes.

What’s his deal?

Blink, please?

“What are you glaring at, High and Mighty?” Suna suddenly says, surprising you and at the same time, managing to make you viscerally angry. High and what?

“Are ya talking ta me?” You speak in a threateningly calm voice, eyebrows raised as you level him with a cold look.

Suna doesn’t flinch and just regards you with a raised eyebrow. “I dunno, am I?”

He’s looking at you with a challenging and indignant glare again, just like he had yesterday. But this time, you don’t know; it’s like there’s something else. Something else he has under his sleeve. You’ve met too many people like him to not know when someone thinks they have a trump card. This look he’s giving you is not just challenging or indignant; it’s sly. And cunning.

Before you can think about it further, Ryuji calls you over for help with the lights. Pursing your lips, you glance back at Suna, rolling your eyes before turning around. “I know you’re well aware that I have a name.” You say. “You know it. Use it.”

Whatever information he thinks he has against you, it wouldn’t make you bat an eye.

“We’ll do a formal group shot first, two rows, shorter members on the front and taller members in the back.” Nana orders after everyone is finished looking at the draft posters, and you and Ryuji have the lights ready. “We don’t have all day! If ya lose yer dignity being singled out as the shortest teammate, I don’t care!”

"Should you be talking?!"

You watch with a sigh as Nana wrangles everybody to their proper positions. Ryuji is pale with how many tall athletes Nana is quickly making enemies of, and you can practically hear all the backup plans he's mentally forming if she ever manages to anger 3 or more of them. "I'm going to have an aneurysm."

"Don't have it here."

"I'm gonna have a medical emergency and yer tellin' me ta hold it in?"

When the players have lined up now, Nana looks at them with a scrutinizing gaze, hand on her chin as she looks at them one by one. "Senpai," she calls out to you, "do ya think their positions are alright?"

Blinking, you give them all a once over, pursing your lips. "I think it'd be better if the front row crouches or sits down, and the tallest members in the back row stand on each end…" As you ramble, you walk forward and begin rearranging all the volleyball club members in the back row, tallest ones on each end and their heights descending towards the middle.

Some of the first years blush when you nonchalantly grab their arms and wrists to pull them to a new spot. You don't give it much thought. You're too busy with what you're doing.

You were so busy that you didn't notice the foot jutting out in front of your path and you trip on it, eyes wide as you flail your arms in front of you to break your fall. The impact doesn't come, however; an arm swiftly wraps around your waist, stopping your fall.

The air is knocked out of your lungs for a moment before you quickly gather your bearings, twisting around to look at the culprit who tripped you and the savior who caught you.

They're one in the same.

Suna stares down at you with the same blank eyes, brown bangs cascading down his face. You're acutely aware of his arm still wrapped around your waist even as you manage to stand upright once again. Barely registering Kita's voice asking if you're alright, you watch as Suna glances at Kita and back at you with a scrutinizing gaze, almost as if… he's trying to decipher something.

Just…

Just what is this guy planning?!

Student ID: Joue Misao

Class 3-7, President of the Art Club

Age: 18

Birthday: April 1

Fun Fact: Once, he saved a first year's cat from a tree to show off, fell on his bum while climbing down, and found out it wasn't even the first year's cat.

Student ID: Hasegawa Daiki

Class 3-2

Age: 18

Birthday: September 5

Fun Fact: He once tried to date three girls at the same time but they all broke up with him on the same day without being aware of one another.

Student ID: Amiya Hotarou

Class 3-1

Age: 17

Birthday: February 29/March 1 (on non-leap years)

Fun Fact: He always gets confused when he doesn't see his birthday on the calendar when it's not a leap year.

[dinosaurtsukki]

⸺𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀 15: lollipops + pop rock candies

i should be over all the butterflies | a chuuya x gn!reader smau

a/n: okay ngl the written part here has 0 proofreading just like the final essay i'm about to submit for class also damn i love chuuya

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓊𝑒𝒹:

"i can't believe they had crazy dips there. i haven't had these in forever!" chuuya heard you giggle excitedly as you two left the convenience store.

"i can't believe you still actually bought some," he added.

"you act like you weren't the one who actually got a cavity and had a tooth pulled out from eating too many crazy dips," you smirked and playfully bumped your shoulder against his. chuuya didn't even bother to sidestep it.

"whatever. can you open mine? my hands are kinda full."

"got it."

chuuya held both convenience store bags full of water bottles and a hangover cure or two specifically for ranpo, who had been throwing up for a good while, in his hands as the two of you made your way back. a while ago, when he left the bathroom, chuuya was more than a bit shocked to find that you weren't in the garage anymore. after all, he remembered that you normally didn't do well in parties and he was worried that trying to bring you out of your shell would only make you want to crawl back in even further.

good thing oda said you just went out to buy water and chuuya happened to move quick enough to catch you. and right now, he was watching you tear open a package of crazy dips with your teeth and dipping a lollipop into the pop rocks with utmost concentration.

"here's yours," you said, handing chuuya his pack.

"thanks."

"this brings back memories," you sighed as you ate your lollipop. "remember when i accidentally dropped mine and my mom told me to throw it away?"

"and then we tried to wash it off with a nearby water fountain," chuuya laughed. "but then your mom caught us and threw it away for good."

"i was crying so hard," you pouted and chuuya could almost see how you looked back then with tears streaming from your eyes and your hands wiping at the snot on your nose.

"and i gave you mine to shut you up," he said.

"you did? really?" you looked at him in disbelief.

"of course i did! what do you take me for?" chuuya watched as you scrunched your eyebrows while struggling to remember.

"yeah, you did," you laughed softly to yourself and dipped your lollipop back into the packet of pop rocks. "you know, i never thought i'd forget about something you did for me."

"it was literally just a lollipop, y/n," chuuya chuckled.

"we both know it's more than that," you said and there was no way chuuya would possibly miss the shift in your tone. 'i guess we're talking about that now, huh?' chuuya thought.

"was it... my fault that we lost touch?"

"we're both too old to point fingers now, chuuya," you shook your head. "i mean, it was also kind of my fault for ignoring you."

"but it all started at the party, right?" chuuya said. you nodded slowly, biting at your lollipop stick.

"kind of."

chuuya guiltily remembered that night when the two of you were invited to your first party back in high school. it was actually him who who really wanted to go and actually make new friends after being one of the most unpopular people back in middle school. of course, you said yes because you couldn't say no to your best friend.

"i'm really sorry for ditching you," chuuya finally apologized. "and for making you go home by yourself that night. and, for everything else after."

it had been eating him for the longest time and finally saying it out loud was a weight off chuuya's chest. especially hearing you laugh and lightly punch his shoulder.

"sorry again for posting that embarrassing video of you."

"i guess we're even then, huh?" chuuya smirked.

"we're even," you nodded. "we're cool."

the two of you were just a few blocks away from tachihara's garage and chuuya kind of wished you were both farther just so he could have a moment longer outside. right now, you were digging through your packet for more pop rocks with your lollipop.

"they never put enough pop rocks in this," you pouted, coming up empty.

"no, they do put enough pop rocks you just load your entire lollipop at the first go and don't ration it out," chuuya snorted. you pouted and continued digging through your packet.

"here, have the rest of mine," he said, handing you his own packet of pop rocks. you blinked at him, unsure, before smiling and dipping your lollipop in.

"thank you!" you sang.

"yeah, yeah. you owe me more crazy dips next time we go out," chuuya said. 'next time, there's gonna be a next time,' he thought happily to himself.

he missed this: eating crazy dips and always making sure to have some leftover pop rocks in his packet just in case yours ran out. he missed walking home with you beside him and how he'd almost always go out of his way to make you happy. chuuya missed you, and this moment was more than enough.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰

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⸺𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓈

↠ get yourself a man like chuuya who'd give you his extra pop rock candies also the crazy dips lollipops look like feet i just realized that now

↠ in case you're wondering about more details as to what happened during The Party (the one with high school!y/n and chuuya) the previous chapter does give a hint

↠ nobody told ranpo he had to eat something substantial and that the fruity cocktails are the most alcoholic ones please pray for his stomach

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#5

changed my theme >:)

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#4

I think u may be stuck on the dashboard of 4 days ago but u should know that martin scorsese himself reacted to goncharov 😳

Yes I do know!!!! It’s amazing this is peak goncharov

The reason Im reblogging posts from 4 days ago is cuz I hit the post limit in like 4 hours on the first day of goncharov and then I filled up my queue with at least 400 goncharov posts. In addition to the normal posts. So now I have 500 posts in my queue. I regret nothing.

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#3

omg that’s adorable I love it

how has your day been btw?

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#2

hey feel free to answer this privately or just . ignore it + I'm not sure how to phrase this well but ... are u Asian ? (LMAO) I don't see a lot of queer Asian ppl in my specific tumblr circle so I'm always happy and surprised when I see other asian ppl on here . sorry if this is a weird question ✋🥲

Yeah I'm Chinese!!! Dw, I'm cool with this kinda question, you know since it's in good faith and all. And I get it cuz it's always awesome to see other queer Asians :D

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My #1 post of 2022

Hello, I'm once again asking you about your OCs because I'm curious! I hope that's okay? Who are Iphi and Jack? I love the first one's name. And if I remember right Jack is aro? That's neat, I haven't really seen a lot of aro characters before! /pos

Thank you for the ask!!! Sorry this is pretty late btw, I haven’t had time to answer it lol

(That’s Iphi on the left, Jack on the right. First is a picrew, second isn’t my art but like. I haven’t drawn Jack yet so that’s kinda their ref for now)

But it is rant time!! Imma start with Iphi! Because I kinda need to explain her to give context for Jack’s lore. 

So Iphi is the god of sacrifice in this little fantasy world I made, Kunyang! She’s a pretty old god, a couple of thousand years old, but she’s still the second youngest one lol.

In Kunyang, gods are born when they sprout from the seeds of the god tree. The god tree is in the divine realm, which is a different realm entirely from the physical realm, but very rarely, a god seed can arrive in the physical realm.

Anyways, this seed fell into the hands of a very magically powerful person. They had magic potential that could honestly rival a god- and yeah, they believed they were destined for great things because of it. So, they were determined to be the person who caused the god seed to sprout.

So in Kunyang, there was once this library called the Archives, run by the god of knowledge himself, Ephius. This person went to Ephius, and they were told that the seed was for the god of sacrifice. Ephius told the person that to sprout a god seed, they’d need sacrifices from thousands of people. This person wanted to do it, all by themself.

And so, they sacrificed everything. Family, friends, fortune, and fame. All gone, in the hopes of making a legacy. The seed did not sprout, because it wasn’t enough. So this person decided that they would need to make a very big sacrifice, one big enough to make the seed sprout.

They decided to banish the Archives from the physical realm into the divine realm, sacrificing humanity’s access to the library of all knowledge. And that was indeed a big enough sacrifice to give birth to a new god!

And that’s how Iphi was created. But the thing is- that’s really not how you’re supposed to create a god. So she was kind of corrupted from birth. This corruption prevented her from having a lot of character traits that one might consider important to being human.

Iphi does not feel happiness, or satisfaction. No sorrow or regret. Nothing of that sort. But she is working towards a goal: and that is creating a legacy. Having an effect on the world. (Her only contributor to her creation imprinted heavily on her.)

And because of that, she is very active in all manners of sacrifice. Every day, she’s constantly getting people to make sacrifices to her, amassing followers in many different lands. This also increases her powers heavily.

The way her powers work, they’re kinda like payment based. She gets someone to sacrifice something for her, and she can create something else of equal value to that something. (The more important that something was to the person who sacrificed it, the more she can create and do.) Like, she could make a giant wall of fire, or acid rain, or bury a country in gold if she had enough magic. Which she absolutely does. But she mostly saves the magic potential she receives for later.

And also, Iphi doesn’t truly care about anything other than making a mark on the world. She doesn’t mind if people die or suffer because her sacrifices took something too important- if anything, she wants to do that, because it’s quite a way of making your mark on the world.

Oh, and I gotta add- she can’t do this all without a little help! And that’s where Jack comes in.

They’re also a couple thousand years old, but quite younger than Iphi. So they used to be a court jester. Mortal and everything. They should have had a life of a normal length, be just another person in the world, but then they fell in love with Iphi.

And yeah they’re aromantic! It’s not romantic love, it’s alterous love. But yeah they felt a deep emotional attraction, and they wanted to be in a relationship (not a romantic or platonic one though). Anyways, Iphi doesn’t feel the same way. She doesn’t love Jack. But she thought it was convenient to have someone in love with her, and to keep them around, so she offered Jack a sacrifice.

She’d give them eternity, and they would be her servant.

Jack honestly didn’t want to do that at first, but then they had a near-death experience, and agreed to her terms.

So Iphi took their physical body, and also their independence.

Because it would be inconvenient if her servant got bored or wanted to take back the sacrifice. So Jack quite literally cannot think unless she wills it. They’re barely conscious until Iphi needs them, and only then can they think again.

Jack isn’t even aware this happens. To them, it feels like they just woke up, or they just simply forgot what happened during that time

Iphi also messed with Jack’s mind a bit, to amplify their devotion. And yeah, Jack is completely, utterly devoted to her. They would die for her, they’d be tortured for her, they would kill for her too. Nothing is off the table. They’d do anything she says. And they truly love her.

Jack mostly stays in the divine realm, usually, until Iphi sends them to the physical realm to do something for her. That something is usually extorting people to get more sacrifices. Jack pretty much curses people, and then offers to remove that curse in exchange for a sacrifice. (That’s how Janessa got cursed, actually [have I talked about her?] but Jack forgot they cursed her lmao.)

Anywayssss there is some more lore, but this is pretty fucking long already lmao so Imma just end this here. Unless you’d like to hear more!!

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Oblivius Chapter 7

This is a CHONKY BOI. THE BACHELOR 'PARTY' IS HERE PEOPLE.

This is by far my longest chapter and I had most of it written before I even posted the second chapter of this story. Makes me SOOO happy how pumped all of you are to read this, it has taken over my life. Keep messaging! Keep sending me asks! 💖

Would love to do little drabbles, memories - anything to do with these two (except spoilers of course)

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Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Pairing: Frankie x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: TW: INFIDELITY 👀 Angst, yearning, kissing, **18+ [no minors] SMUT** p in v (sex wrap it up) Oral, F & M receiving, language (Please let me know if I forget anything)

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Age 28:

“I just love her, I love her so much and there’s nothing I can do.” He was drunk and in a bad way.

“I know Fish, it’s tough from here but maybe when you get back you can talk to her.” He knew Pope was trying to make him feel better, but when he’d spoken to his mom earlier in the week and he’d heard that she was seeing someone- it had broken his heart.

He didn’t know what he’d been expecting - she’d never promised anything but he had this hope that she’d wait for him. That she’d be there to greet him with the love he’d always craved from her.

“She’s with someone else, I just want her to want me.” If he kept going down this road he was going to cry. He couldn’t cry here. Not in this bar and not when it was crawling with other soldiers.

“I think you should just talk to her when you get home, Fish - things might change when you see her again. Or do the grown up thing, and move on.” He looked at him, regret and heartbreak on his face.

“There’s no one like her.” He said it more to himself than Pope but he heard it all the same.

There was a pretty girl walking over to him now, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi - I’m Claudia - can I buy you a drink?” She wasn’t Spills, but she was very pretty.

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**Present Day**

The week leading up to the wedding was a blur. It simultaneously flew and crawled by. Schrodinger's week.

The dinner was coming up and with it a curious feeling was settling itself in your stomach. A strange mixture of desperation and acceptance. The acceptance told you that if Francis wanted to get married then you should keep your mouth shut and let him get on with his life.

The desperate, possessive part of you reminded you that he was your perfect match, that you shouldn’t let Claudia have him when he so obviously belonged to you. How would you accomplish that though? How could that be done without him hating you for ruining his wedding?

When you were sitting in the restaurant surrounded by the wedding party both those thoughts plagued you. They kept you quiet and pensive, present, but secluded within your own mind as they fought for dominance.

Benny sat next to you like always and you got the sense he was gearing up to make a move and you didn’t exactly know how to feel about it. Your mind was battling over that too.

Do I go out with him and try to get over Francis? Or do I turn him away, and keep pining over a soon to be married man? Choices.

Claudia was almost trembling with excitement, everything she said, everything she did was grating. It all irritated you and you felt the need to dampen her spirits. A malicious little part of you wanted to bring her down a peg. Maybe it was her attitude at the Bridal store. Maybe it was just plain old mean-spirited jealousy. With the dinner almost up, with the bachelor party still to come you couldn’t help it.

It was like a compulsion. The words crawled up your throat and the possessive, angry part of you had to spit them out.

“Oh my God Francis, remember our pact?” Your face was a mask of innocence - just reminiscing with an old friend.

Frankie’s expression changed then, from the same tentative joy he’d been wearing all night to something forced and fake.

“Barely.” His eyes were boring into you, the intensity seemed to be demanding you to shut up about it. While everyone else was still relaxed and unaware of the land mine you’d stepped on, you saw the look Pope was giving you, he knew.

“What pact?” Claudia asked with a breezy laugh.

“It’s silly really-” Frankie cut you off.

“It’s nothing, just bullshit we talked about when we were kids.” He tried to smooth it over with her but she didn’t like that. She sensed his hesitation and when Pope tried to engage them in conversation she challenged him.

“If it’s nothing, then Spills can tell me.” It was said with a bitter sweetness, she had seen through his avoidance and she wasn’t interested.

“Well, when we were in our early twenties - Francis and I decided to make a marriage pact.” You were smiling as though it was nothing and Claudia laughed along with you but you heard the edge in it. She wasn’t amused, and neither was Frankie.

“See honey? It was dumb. Just something dumb kids do when they don’t know any better.” He pulled her close but you could see the stiffness in the way she held herself. You didn’t expect his words to hurt you like that, and all of a sudden you regretted bringing it up.

What seemed like a good way to rile Frankie up was just a cruel little jab at a relationship that you didn’t belong in. A relationship that would go on despite you; in spite of you. You got quiet after that and you saw that he couldn’t bear to look at you.

The battle in your mind was over, and acceptance had won.

You quietly excused yourself to grab some fresh air, the shame at your ploy to ruin Claudia's night sat in your gut and you felt horrible. This wasn’t how you were raised, despite your feelings about her or Francis it was cruel to do this to her on the night before her wedding.

Fuck, now he’ll leave with her for sure. What have I done?

“Hey - thought I’d find you out here. You okay?” Benny had come out looking for you and you smiled at him.

“I’m okay - just needed a minute away you know?” He sat beside you and you tried to focus on him. On his handsome face, how tall he was. If you’d met him a few years ago you would have been all over him.

“Yeah I get that.” He scooted closer to you, until your legs touched and smiled at you. “Look, I know you’re close to Fish, but I’d really like to take you out.” He blurted out the words and you couldn’t help but let out a surprised oh!

He was smiling and he took your hand in his, he was looking at you intently now, making his move.

He was closing in and for a moment you forgot about your shame, about everything except Benny’s mouth. The kiss was soft, tentative. He was testing the waters with you and it was nice. His hand came up and rested on your face softly. Feather light touches on your cheek with the very tips of his fingers.

Objectively speaking, it was a lovely kiss, but it did nothing for you and he felt it.

“I’m sorry.” You rested your forehead on his and he sighed, the air moving the hair framing your face slightly.

“Don’t be, it was worth a shot.” he smiled sadly and you kissed him on the cheek. You both had your answer. The door slammed, breaking you out of your moment with Benny and you saw the back of Francis’ head as he stalked back inside.

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He wanted to get drunk. He wanted to punch Benny, he wanted to knock his teeth out. He wanted to walk out there, grab Spills by the back of the head and kiss her until she finally understood what she meant to him.

When they walked in together his guts twisted up with rage, it clawed its way up his throat and instead of lashing out he ordered three shots of liquor to burn it away. He drank them quickly, one after the other.

“You and me, outside. Now.” Pope was dragging him away and he wanted to fight but Claudia was asking him what was wrong and he didn’t have an answer for her. Not one she’d want to hear so he let Pope drag him outside. He could see Spills staring at him and he couldn’t look at her.

“What the fuck are you doing right now?” Pope spoke calmly, but his voice had an edge.

“Drinking. It’s my bachelor party, I’m supposed to get drunk aren’t I?” He was pacing, the rage making him restless.

“Why are you marrying Claudia?” Pope stared at him.

“What are you talking about?” The question stopped him in his tracks.

“Do you think that no one can see it? It’s painfully obvious that you’re nowhere near as in love with her as you should be. You’re hung up on Spills and she’s obviously hung up on you.” He was trying to speak calmly and Frankie was pissed off all over again.

“It doesn’t fucking matter how I feel about her - she’s out here with Benny and I’m getting married tomorrow.” He was spiraling.

How the fuck did I get here?

“She’s out here with Benny, because you’re supposed to be getting married tomorrow. If you want to continue with Claudia I’m not going to get in your way, but get your fucking shit together and control your emotions. Figure out what the fuck you want and remember that Benny isn’t your enemy.” He approached him and clapped his arms onto Frankies shoulders. “Fish, you have to figure out what you want here, make it work with Claudia or let her go - stop this living in between shit. It’s not fair to anyone.” Frankie shook out of his grip, too upset to see reason.

He knew he was wrong, he knew he had no right to react this way but it was too much for him. All the little moments he’d thought they’d shared - what had they meant?

What does it matter? You’re getting married, she isn’t.

He ignored her gaze when he approached their table, Claudia was approaching him.

“You okay babe?” She was approaching him with open arms and he embraced her. Eyes closed - trying to feel something other than anger. He focused on the smell of her hair, on the feeling of being buried into the crook of her neck. She sighed loudly and ran her fingers through his hair, soothing and smoothing it out. “It’s just pre-wedding jitters babe, tomorrow everything will be perfect and we’ll be married.” She was whispering into his ear and it was meant to be reassuring.

He felt nothing.

You’re not her. No matter what you do, you’ll never be her and I have to be okay with that.

“I’m okay babe - see you tomorrow.” He kissed her, really kissed her. Tried to muster up whatever he thought he felt for her before and she responded but it was useless. All he felt was anger; she pulled away smiling and said her goodbyes. He glanced at Spills and the look on her face made him feel ashamed.

“Let’s get fucked up.” He said it with a fake smile plastered on his face and everyone except Pope and Spills cheered.

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His hostility was astounding. He barely looked at you the whole night and you had a feeling it had to do with Benny’s kiss. You had to talk to him about it, a part of you hoped he’d be jealous and realize that you belonged together but maybe that was all in your head. Maybe he didn’t like his friends dating you, or you dating them but that didn’t make sense. Why would that bother him?

You’re the one getting married to someone else here, you dick.

Will and Benny were keeping up with him but as the night wore on everyone came to the realization that tomorrow would be a very long day if they didn’t quit now but Frankie wanted to keep the party going. He wasn’t belligerent, but he was being more aggressive than you’d ever seen. He told the boys that he wanted to continue drinking when they all got back to his house and they agreed but when you all got there it was obvious that Benny and Will were down for the count.

“I’m going to get these two into bed, can you make sure he’s okay and that he doesn’t get too fucked up?” Pope was herding the brothers into the basement where they’d been staying. He gave you a curious look then, a narrowing of the eyes that screamed talk to him.

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When you walked into his old bedroom he was sitting on his bed, bottle of alcohol to his lips and you’d had enough.

“Francis that’s enough, you’ve had too much and you’re going to be sick.” You were trying to take the bottle away from him but he was stronger than you and he was in a foul mood.

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to pull that shit and then baby me.” His tone was vicious and you pulled back.

“I’m not trying to baby you, you asshole- I'm trying to make sure you’re not hungover for your wedding tomorrow.” He scoffed loudly at your words. “You got something to say Francisco?” You were angry now, his attitude was pissing you off big time. Your question set him off and he unloaded onto you.

“Oh I got plenty to say.” He put the bottle down and towered over you. “You fucked up Spills, you knew how I felt about you this whole fucking time and YOU were the one who shut it down. Making this stupid pact so you would be guaranteed someone who was crazy about you while you went off and did whatever and whoever you wanted and then bring it up in front of everyone like it was a joke.” The anger was burning away the alcohol in his system and there was nothing but raw honesty left. “And now what, you’re going to date my friend? So is it anyone who shows you attention except me?”

The expression on his face was angry, but there was a raw hurt in his voice. An old wound that he was blaming you for opening up.

“I have loved you since I was fucking fourteen, and you never gave a shit. You used me and you kept me dangling on a string but guess what, I am not a last resort. I have found a woman who loves me and you’re going to have to live with that.” The words were knives to your heart because for the most part they were true.

You couldn’t stop the tears at his onslaught of painful truths but underneath the hurt his words caused, you were fucking angry.

“You want to tear into me because I’ve been a fucking idiot fine, have at it, but you do not get to shame me for having a moment with someone who likes me. You’re getting married! Am I supposed to stay celibate and alone for the rest of my life because you gave up on me? I was waiting at the airport to tell you that I love you. That I know I’ve wasted time and that I want you.”

“Gave up on you? Are you fucking kidding me right now? So when I call to see how everyone is doing and I find out that you’re seeing someone - I'm supposed to just know that you’ll figure it out? I have been putting off finding someone in hopes that you’ll finally see how devoted I’ve always been to you. I am so fucking pissed off at you and you want to know what the worst part of it is? The fact that I still fucking love you. Even though I’m hurt and so goddamn angry. Even though I have her and I know she’s head over heels for me, you’re the one in my head. I still love you and seeing you like this is breaking my fucking heart Spills. It should be you I’m marrying tomorrow. It should have always been you.” You could see the tears in his eyes now and that hurt even more.

Every single fibre of your being screamed at you to run to him, to wrap your arms around him. Instead you responded with your own truth.

“I wish it was me tomorrow. I know I couldn’t expect you to wait for me forever but I don’t want anyone else. Benny is sweet but he’s not you Francis.” You were well and truly crying now. Everything you’d been holding in came bubbling up, spilling out of you and there was nothing you could do to stop it, it had to come out.

“I should have kissed you back like I wanted to. I shouldn’t have been afraid, I should have seen it and dealt with my own feelings for you. I’m sorry Francis. I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize how perfect we are for each other. I’m sorry I was too late and I’m terrified that you’ll leave me behind and marry her, and that I’ll be here waiting for you forever.” Your voice was cracking and high, barely a whisper at certain points with how hard you were crying.

His legs brought themselves to you in three long strides and then his mouth was on yours. Your tears mixing where your faces touched; pure adrenaline coursing through your veins when his hands buried themselves into your hair. It was nothing compared to the inexperienced albeit enthusiastic kiss you’d shared as teenagers. This was all-consuming. His mouth trapping your bottom lip roughly and biting softly to draw out a whimper. His tongue using the sound as the invitation to plunder the inside of your mouth.

He tasted like honey and alcohol, like the gum he chewed and tiramisu. He tasted like all the things you loved in this world and you never wanted him to stop kissing you.

He trailed his kisses down to the line of your jaw, the long column of your neck and up to the place beneath your ear and all you could do was frantically clutch at his hair.

“We’ve been so stupid Spills, driving me crazy.” He was whispering the words into your neck, his hands a vice grip around your waist.

“I’m sorry Francis, I love you - I love you so much.” The both of you couldn’t get the words out fast enough, fervent breathes as you kissed; both trying to make up for lost time. His wedding in a few hours was forgotten, his fiancé didn’t exist. It was just the two of you in his old bedroom where his first kiss had been denied.

You were rewriting that now.

His hands lowered and grabbed at the flesh of your ass roughly and you moaned into his mouth. He brought his kisses to your neck as he decisively pulled your dress up.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you for half my life Spills, it was you I thought about while I was away. I would fuck my fist every single fucking night thinking about you letting me taste your pussy.” His eyes were dark with want and you gasped at his words, the alcohol and the honesty making him braver; the words were shooting directly into your cunt, making you weep for him.

“It’s always been you, look at what you do to me, what you’ve always fucking done to me.” He grabbed at your hand roughly and pressed into the sizeable bulge at his crotch. It was hard to form words. It was hard to articulate how you felt now that this was finally happening.

“Will you let me baby? Will you let me bury my tongue in your cunt? I want you to cum all over my face.” He was rubbing at your clit through your panties and it was like you were suspended in amber. Dumbstruck at his words, his confidence - his need for you.

“Yes Francisco, please.” You were gripping his hair frantically as he pushed you onto his bed. His big strong hands pulling your underwear down and tossing it over his shoulder. The same hands pulling your thighs apart to find your slick seeping out of you, all glossy and wet. He moaned at the sight.

“Look at that- so fucking pretty for me.” He made himself comfortable between your legs, grinding into the mattress as he studied your body. He kissed your thighs as he brought his face closer and closer to your clenching core. His facial hair tickling you as he trailed them up up up. You watched him propped up on your elbows, your hands automatically reaching out to run through his hair.

“Bet you taste so fucking good, like peaches.” He ran his finger along your seam, smearing your slick all over your lower lips. He was going too slow. You tried to move your cunt closer to his face but he smiled almost cruelly and held your hips down.

“My greedy girl.” He spread your lips apart and spit into your clit, you felt it sliding down towards your opening but he dove in cat-quick to lap it up before it went further.

His tongue was heaven. You threw your head back as he licked from your opening up towards your clit, over and over. “Eyes on me, I want you to watch me.” It was too much and you whimpered as he let the saliva drip from his mouth and into your clit. Focusing his tongue there, moving it up and down over and over and over. The wet glide of it too much and the string holding your sanity together was too tight, it would surely snap and let you float away soon.

He groaned onto your skin, his eyes steady on you as he slid two thick fingers inside you. Curling them in a way that had you tensing up. He could feel your thighs clenching as he scissored them inside you, stretching you open while his tongue pushed you over the edge. It was too much and when he wrapped his lips around your clit and gave it a long steady suck, you shattered.

He held you down and licked you through it. Lapping up the waves of arousal, drinking you down deep while his fingers pistoned in and out of you with a wet squelch.

You had to push him away.

“You taste so good honey, I wanna eat you for days, until you’re a wet little puddle in my bed.” He crawled up towards your limp body and kissed you roughly, his facial hair irritating your skin but it didn’t matter. Not when you could taste yourself in his mouth, not when he’d made you cum harder than anyone had any right to.

His hands were a blur as he tried to get his jeans down and you helped him. You could see your slick on his fingers, then his jeans and your hip where he held onto you. A little trail of you wherever he touched.

You frantically pulled both his jeans and his boxers down, his cock freed and bobbing between your thighs. You could see the sticky tip of him, angry and red with how hard he was and your mouth watered. You had to taste.

He was surprised when you flipped him over, the startled look on his face quickly replaced with a hungry smile. You took off his jeans and his boxes fully to lay between his legs. You rested your head on the strong muscle of his thigh as you lazily stroked him, the velvety skin of his cock encasing the iron beneath. He watched you with a look of rapture and his breath hitched when you pulled away to scoop some of your own slick from between your legs to make your strokes more fluid.

“You can’t possibly know how many times I’ve imagined this - fuck - give me your mouth baby, please.” He was thrusting up into your hand. You licked a wide stripe from the base of his dick up to the tip, circling it with your tongue. He groaned at the sight of you and he grabbed at the hair at the base of your skull to guide your movements.

You took the tip into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks prettily while he watched you, taking a bit more each time you lowered your head. You were ravenous for him, the soft sounds he was making, the control you had at this moment was intoxicating and it pushed you to take him further.

You took him as far as you could, swallowing around him as your nose brushed up against his curls and the tears leaked out when you let go to take a breath.

“Holy fuck baby, yes - look so fucking hot with my dick in your throat. Let me see you do it again.” He guided you down and you held there as long as you could before you sputtered and coughed, spit and his precum connecting your mouth to his cock.

“Fuck baby - so fucking good, if you do it again I’ll cum…” he left it up to you, taking his hand away from your hair and as tempted as you were to watch him come apart in your mouth your cunt was achingly empty and you needed him inside you.

“Next time you can cum in my mouth or on my face, wherever you want, right now I need you to fuck me.” You crawled up and he kissed you, he was frantic and he licked the spit off your lips and it was so primal you moaned. You found yourself on your back again and he was holding your thighs open while he rubbed his length through your folds.

“I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to pump you full of me, fuck it into you. I wanna see it dripping out of you when I’m done.” He was lining himself up and when he slid in all the way, everything was right in the world. This was how it was supposed to be, the thick stretch of him was perfect, you were so fucking full - your cunt, your heart - every part of you.

“God baby, you’re so tight and wet - feels so fucking good.” He was speaking into your mouth and all you could do was wrap your arms and legs around him. Incoherent whimpers and sounds spilling out of your mouth with his movements. Sweat was beading on his brow, his fingers traced your hairline almost tenderly. His movements are equal parts filthy and loving.

His thrusts were hard and fast, not being able to control himself. You heard the wet, obscene sound of them and it made you wetter. You raised your legs higher, bracketing his ribs while he snapped his hips.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, love you - let me love you.” His words were curt and he wasn’t going to last long so you yanked the straps of your dress down. He leaned onto one arm, reaching down to rub perfect circles onto your clit while he took your nipple into his mouth. Your orgasm crashed into you out of nowhere and he groaned when he felt you clenching.

He brought his hand back up to grab at your hip roughly for more leverage while he fucked into you two, three - four more times before he was spilling into you.

He made good on his promise. He fucked his cum into you. A couple more shallow thrusts even though he was too sensitive and he watched himself do it.

“Look so fucking pretty like that, all puffy and full of my cum.” He watched as it slid out of you and down your ass onto the bedding.

Is this what I’ve been missing out on? Francisco Morales; sex god.

You were too blissed out to move but he went to work, taking off the rest of his clothes and then stripping you of yours. It was difficult to articulate how you felt in that moment, on the one hand this was everything you had wanted. The sex had been amazing, he didn’t just fill your body - he filled every single ounce of you. Your heart swelled when he tucked you into his side and covered the two of you with his blanket.

On the other hand, the postcoital bliss was wearing off and the implications of what had transpired was a weight growing in the pit of your stomach.

Your body and heart wanted to soar; a kite flying higher and higher. Your conscience was the string, and it was being shortened fast. He loved you, he still loved you even though he was engaged and he’d been thinking of you the whole time. You wanted to cry with happiness; with guilt as well.

The guilt was present, reminding you consistently that this man was supposed to be getting a good night’s rest for his wedding tomorrow. Instead the two of you were laying in bed, curled around each other. His spend slowly seeping out of you.

It was hard to focus on it though, especially when his skin was so warm under your cheek. When his hand rubbed at your arm and your legs were a tangle underneath the blanket. You couldn’t help but reach up and run your fingers through the hair matted on his forehead and he made it even harder when he captured the same hand and pressed kisses to your fingers. He broke the silence before you could though.

“I’m still pissed off at you.” He had a dreamy look on his face despite his words.

“I know. I’m pissed off at me too.” You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. The scent of his body-wash mixing with his own sweat. You couldn’t get enough and he curled himself into you as you ran your fingers through his hair. Your hands are constantly moving, touching every bit of each other you could.

“We’ve wasted so much fucking time Spills.” There was a deep sadness in his voice, it sliced into you because you knew he was right.

“I know Francis, I’m sorry it took me so long.” You were scratching at the wiry hairs on his cheek, trying to map out the face you loved so much. He sighed loudly. “What's going to happen tomorrow?”

“I don’t know - part of me thinks I should pack up the truck, throw you in the back and drive away. Another part of me wants to forget this whole thing happened and follow through on the commitment I made.” He wasn’t holding back with his words or feelings and although they hurt you couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to do. You kept quiet, at the end of the day the decision was his. “I have to tell her the truth. I have to tell her that we did this, I cannot show up there tomorrow and pretend like I didn’t.”

You could see the guilt on his face now, the implications dawning on him a little later than they had for you. He scrubbed at his face with his hand and groaned.

“How can I just break her heart like this?” He was spiralling. “She doesn’t deserve this.” You felt like an intruder then, suddenly the closeness wasn’t there, he was pulling away from you emotionally if not yet physically.

“What do you want to do Francisco?” The use of his full name snapped him out of his train of thought and he looked at you then.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you in confusion, as you pulled away from him reluctantly.

“I know it took me way too long to get to this point, and you have every fucking right to hate me. If you tell me now that you want to make it work with her I’ll support your decision. I’ll keep my mouth shut and we can pretend this never happened. I would do that for you because I love you, and I will no matter what. You tell me what you want to do.” The tears were coming down your face as you said the words and as much as it hurt to get them out you meant them.

You couldn’t stay here - you wanted him to make his choice without influence and he said nothing as you quickly dressed and walked out of his room, instead you lay on the couch in the living room, crying softly to yourself. Sleep was nowhere in sight and in a few hours, you’d know for sure what would happen.

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I posted 504 times in 2022

That's 251 more posts than 2021!

21 posts created (4%)

483 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 327 of my posts in 2022

Only 35% of my posts had no tags

#this. - 15 posts

#[head in hands] - 11 posts

#please - 6 posts

#lmao - 5 posts

#prev tags - 5 posts

#oh my god. - 4 posts

#real - 3 posts

#the witcher - 3 posts

#jesus christ - 3 posts

#what the fuck - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#gay people knowing what its like to silently yearn and have a crush on someone unatainable due to the fear of irreparable consequences:

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sam and Cas are best buds. Besties, if you will. But they're the type to point at random objects (i.e. a broken pencil in the middle of the street) and go, "That's so you." Cas said, "You touch a hair on his head and you die" like he's not the one who purposefully messes up Sam's hair after he's meticulously gelled it just because it makes Dean laugh and Sam squak at him. Sam is the type to put salt in people's coffee. Every once in a while, just when he thinks he'll never have to taste liberally salted coffee ever again, Cas takes a sip from his "Sam's Favorite Assbutt" mug with a giant picture of Sam with his hair in a man-bun on it and absolutely fucking freezes. Sam thinks this is the height of comedy, he's a genius, brilliant. In return, Cas zaps him to Croatia with a note that says "You're hubris is amusing." written on the palm of his hand. Dean thinks this is hilarious. And terrifying. He asks Cas where Sam is one morning, and he says "Greece." with no emotion in his voice. Like it's totally normal. "I thought he'd enjoy the pastitios," Cas says with an evil smile.

It is 7 in the morning. It is 7 in the morning.

4 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#4

For those wondering.

5 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#3

"Well then that makes you think...is Wolfstar technically bestiality. Like. Remus Lupin and...Oh my God, I almost just said Teddy Roosevelt-"

"TEDDY ROOSEVELT??"

"OH MY GOD-"

"AH YES. REMUS LUPIN AND TEDDY ROOSEVELT."

"I'M SO SORRY- I'M SO SORRY-"

-Me and my cousin, after talking about Supernatural

7 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

Imagine a modern geraskier au where Jaskier and Geralt own a nice little house and a lawn and all that jazz and Jaskier is overly picky about his flowers and his garden and whatnot, so he makes Geralt help him with the yard work instead of hiring someone to do it like "normal celebrities do" (as Yen said with an eye roll) which results in many paparazzi photos of the two of them just. Mowing the fucking lawn. Cutting back the shrubs. Trimming the rose bushes and fertilizing the pumpkins. It's the most bizarre thing to happen to Hollywood since Jake Gyllenhaal said he doesn't shower. One day Jaskier is sick and they have Ciri for the week and he needs to do yard work, it hasn't been done since last week god forbid, and Ciri steps up and is like "Don't worry father dear. I will help with the yard work." which then results in Jaskier posting the most vile, suburban mom photos to all of his socials of Geralt and Ciri doing yard work. Just the most sickening, yet endearing grandma behavior that is possible in a thirty year old man. He's so proud of his darling little girl and his amazing husband, he really is. He starts a livestream and he's just sobbing while watching Horrible Histories and gushing about Geralt and Ciri. Everyone is Fed Up With Him.

15 notes - Posted July 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Jonathan from tma season 1 be like my three kids are so dumb. End statement.

18 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

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