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[navree]

the “wendy theory” (aka this profoundly stupid idea someone has that ‘finally explains the shining’ and posits that everything supernatural is basically wendy hallucinating because she’s mentally ill and SHE’S the abusive parent who hurts danny and ultimately kill jack and the hotel isn’t evil it’s just wendy going nuts) makes me quake with so much rage that i might reread the book out of pure spite 

[charliemwrites]

Part 7

Content: sparring and injury

Sparring is one of your favorite activities. With your team, it’s a chance to learn and improve, to keep from falling into old habits. And yes, okay, it’s also become something of foreplay. Especially with your captain, who seems to delight in tossing you around and pinning you with his bulk.

(And Keegan, who came in his pants once when you had him in a chokehold, one your thighs between his. But no, no, now is not the time to think about that…)

You’re not the best hand-to-hand operator on the team, sure. That title belongs to Nikto, who hits so hard and fast you’re down before you even realize he’s swinging. But you’re certainly a force to be reckoned with.

Not this much though.

If you were in the mood to give them credit for anything — and you’re really not — they’re at least subtle. You don’t catch on during the first round with Soap. Your brain has completely transitioned into the comfortable rhythm of practice combat. Something to be taken seriously, but not the high-stress of victory or death in a mission.

No, Soap gets away with it in the moment. You only notice as you’re taking your water break, rotated out with the uneven numbers between your teams. You’re surveying the pairs and notice him sparring with Keegan.

There’s something decidedly more intense about it. Like… like he’s putting real effort into trying to beat Keegan. An effort he did not put into fighting you.

Rage burns through you, hot and thick, buzzing in your head.

Does he think you’re not worth any real effort? Does he think you can’t handle a proper fight, that this is just playtime? Is he really treating you like some fresh-faced recruit that needs to be babied after all this time?

When you captain finishes wiping the floor with Gaz, you go to his side. One look at your face and he knows.

“Whose head is rolling?” He asks, plucking your bottle from your hand for a sip.

“Soap threw our match.”

His eyes flare before he closes them, swallows the water in his mouth and sighs.

“How do you want to handle it?” He asks.

“Wait, wait,” Gaz interrupts. And the look your captain gives him… Christ. To his credit, he doesn’t back down though. “He probably just thought it would be good, yeah? To… let you get some anger out.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, a mean laugh slipping out. The captain arches his eyebrows in what could almost be sympathy. Or arousal, hard to tell when he’s got such a good poker face. (Mix of both, you figure)

“Oh, he wants me to get some anger out?” You roll your shoulders. “Sounds like a great idea.”

Ghost is your last match before reset — before you’ll get a chance to show Soap just how much steam you need to let off.

Except now that you’re looking for it, you recognize almost immediately that he’s throwing the match. Probably especially because it’s Ghost. You never stood a chance against him before leaving, even now you didn’t have optimistic expectations for a fight with him. So the fact that it doesn’t feel like you’re working for every inch you gain…

The final straw is when you try a move from before. Something he never fell for once and always reprimanded you for using. He “falls” for it this time. You don’t pull your punch when it goes directly into his face.

Know immediately that he’s feeling it, that wicked hook Keegan always whistles over. Blinking past his mask. And you don’t let up, pressing and pressing the advantage. Take him down to the ground using all your built strength, twisting into a vicious arm bar and pulling, pulling, pulling—

“Bloody hell, I yield!” He snarls, palm slamming against your thigh.

You release him, but not without one last nasty kick to the soft spot beneath his ribs.

The gym has gone silent. You don’t care, pushing to your feet with hands still balled into tight, angry fists.

“You ever throw a fight with me again, I’ll break your fucking jaw, Riley,” you snarl.

Price, expression stormy, takes a step forward.

“He threw the fight?” He asks.

You scoff, “Either that or the 141’s quality is lacking nowadays.”

You step off the mat to join the rest of your team, exchange a frustrated look with your captain. Nova comes to your side, curling a finger into your belt loop in solidarity.

“Gotta say, Price, I’m disappointed,” your captain says. “This is getting out of control. I won’t have my team put at risk because yours can’t keep it professional. I’d rather just tell Laswell to get you a different support team.”

You’re almost surprised to see how the 141 jolts, four pairs of eyes flicking to you in panic. What in the actual hell?

“Take it easy,” Price says, eyes flashing. “I’ll have a word with them.”

You glance up at your captain, see from the twitch in his jaw and the tightness around his eyes that his patience for this is wearing gossamer thin.

“See to it. In the meantime, we’ve got work to do.”

He turns his back on the 141, and you’re all too happy to follow suit, pressing a kiss to Nova’s cheek when she sends you a worried look. Whatever weird issue the 141 is having, they need to stop making it your issue.

“Keegan, with me,” your captain says. “Nikto, you’re up against the girls.”

Nikto tilts his head in a nod, then jolts as you and Nova take either side of him.

“Gonna show us a good time, Nik?” You coo.

“Always love a tag-team,” Nova purrs.

The captain grins. “Have fun you three.”

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[thegnomelord]

Got Your Tongue

CW: NSFW, first time blowjobs, Top Male reader, breath play, Implied Switch reader, Implied Switch Ghost, Ghost's self hate is showing, idk if I characterized him well, long word vomit fic again :/

Ya'll are free to thow requests/thirsts/asks my way, srs my brain rots can only go so far lads.

Ghost is like a feral cat; you never know what the fuck he's thinking and it drives you both up the wall. Hell, most of the time you can't tell if he actually wants to be with you.

You'll go days if not weeks without touching each other until you start pondering if you're going mad and looking too deep into whatever this is, and the next time you're doing something as mundane as making tea he'll suddenly be there— his large and firm chest pressing against your back and burying his face into your neck, wrapping strong arms around your waist and clamping his teeth on your neck deep and long enough to leave a bruise. And when you find your voice to ask what he's doing he'll give you a deep noncommittal grunt with a thousand meanings, grab the tea you were making and disappear like his namesake as if he hadn't just given you a heart attack.

Or after a deadly mission he'll use his overbearing bulk to bully you into the first secluded nook or broom closet or whatever he finds and push you against the wall until your ribs are groaning so he can steal the remaining air in your lungs with a harsh kiss that's more teeth than anything else. You can never mind his brutish ways when every kiss with him feels like the first and the last, desperate and eager you'll kiss him until you're both lightheaded and your hands are grabbing at his belt. But even the slightest attempt at going further will make things stop. "Good," He'll say in the same tone of voice like he's just won an argument, then he'll be gone again, leaving you confused and aroused.

Ghost isn't dumb, knows the state he leaves you in because he feels the same way — aroused and sad and confused and angry. He knows it's his fault, knows he should talk and ask for what he wants. But his childhood, his life, his death, had shaped him into a man of action and violence, and there's always this sick feeling he gets in his stomach when he holds you like he knows he'll break you like he has with everything else in his life; fuck up the first good thing he's had in a while.

Pathetic, he is.

Even more pathetic because he knows how smitten you are with him. He can feel your eyes on his body when he goes on a bulk, glued to his arse and thighs that barely fit in his jeans because of course that's where most of the calories go, knows you have to concentrate to keep your fingers to yourself because otherwise you'll be trying to squeeze and feel up and use the added chub his chest and stomach develops like a bloody stress ball.

He's a downright wretch for how your gaze makes him feel, how his heart hammers just a bit faster in his chest when you do a double take and how a sense of power burns in his veins when you snap at recruits after you catch them staring at his arse.

He's still shit at expressing that and it's getting on his nerves. Lucky for him, you're running out of patience too.

Next time he has you pinned to a wall after a mission it's in your shared bunkroom and you've been dancing( more like stumbling) around each other like dogs for weeks. He kisses you in the same desperate overbearing way he always does, like he expects to never see you again so he's taking everything you'll give him, your teeth clacking together and moans echoing into the other's mouth.

Your heart sinks like a stone when he pulls away to catch his breath, mask pulled up to his nose, muttering the dreaded "Good,".

You're quicker this time, each hand grabbing his arse cheek before he can disappear. "Not good." You pull him back into you, chests pressed together and hips shifting until you feel his cock against yours so you can swallow the sharp inhale he makes. "Stop fucking blue balling me."

"So fockin' needy." He grunts against your lips in a tone that makes it both a praise and an insult. Simon puts his paw of a hand on your sternum and tries to push you away, something white hot zapping up his spine when you don't yield, your chest hard and solid beneath his hand as if to spite his belief.

"Only because you keep scampering off." You argue and have half a mind to bat his hand off your chest but the fear of him leaving has your hands digging firmly into the meat of his arse. "Come on Si, talk to me, do you want this or am I barking up the wrong tree?"

He tries. His mouth opens slightly but trepidation and displaced anger clogs his throat, so he answers in his own way. Simon's hands slide to your shoulders and then to your head, pulling you painfully by the hair until you're kissing him again. He leans fully into you almost crushing you, and the strange buzz in his head when you don't even flinch that has him trying to convey through his body what he can't through his words.

"That's not an answer." He feels you frown against his lips before you're pulling your head back against his grip to look at his half covered face. "Just nod or shake your head, okay? Don't need an essay here."

He swallows and doesn't even have to think before he's nodding his head.

"Good." You can't even hide the relief you feel, tilting your head to kiss him softer before nibbling on his lip. "Can we get you out of those clothes? Need to see you so bad right now."

"Fine," He manages, pulls you by your hair to kiss you again, barely helping you when you try taking off his clothes. You've fucked before, but this feels different with you now on the receiving end instead of him, and he's grateful when you don't try taking off his mask so you don't see how nervous he is.

"Can you lay on the bed love? Wanna try something new, okay?" You say and greedily run your fingers along the light patch of his between his pecs, trailing down his happy trail to give his cock a few dry jerks.

He grunts, bites your shoulder in retaliation, before he submits and lets you rearrange him how you want. "What shit are you planning?" He demands as he looks at you from where he's laying across your bunk with his head hanging off the foot end of it, making blood rush to his head.

"Something good." You muse, unzipping your pants just enough to free your cock, and now Simon understand why you chose this position— it inverses your sizes, makes you loom over him and his cock throbs painfully at how small he suddenly feels. "You know you can tap out." You remind him.

His eyes shift to yours, blown so wide they're just pools of black, and he glares at you. "Stop wastin' time." He growls and reaches out to grip your thighs and all but throws you on him.

"Who's needy now?" You giggle when you catch yourself with your hands on his firm and chubby pecs, tilting your head down to watch him lay kisses and small licks along the underside of your shaft. God if the sight of it doesn't make your cock twitch, feeling his heartbeat as you squeeze and play with his pecs definitely does.

"Still you." He huffs and opens his mouth to take you inside, the new angle letting you easily push past his teeth and tongue and straight into his throat. He tries to breathe and fails, throat fluttering and gagging before you quickly pull out so he can breathe.

"Si-"

"Shu'it." He grows before you can ask if he's sure, pulling you by your thighs and taking your cock deep into his throat again. He's better this time, figuring out to relax his throat and hollow his cheeks and only breathe when you pull out just enough for air to pass through his larynx.

"God, fuck, Simon." You can't help but moan at how hot and tight his mouth is, stuck between watching his throat bulge from your cock and his entire body jiggle with every shallow thrust of your hips. The sight of his cock standing tall and proud just from how deep in his throat you are has you flexing your muscles and biting your lip in a desperate attempt not to cum immediately.

He groans, the sound vibrating around your shaft, his heart hammering in his ears louder and louder every time you bottom out. Distantly he knows he should want to fight back and gain control and dominate, like he should feel adrenaline and violence run through his veins because he can hardly breathe and has to struggle not to choke.

But he doesn't; the lack of oxygen hits his brain better than any drug on the market and makes his head nice and fuzzy and calm. He doesn't even feel his eyes close and just focuses on the feel of your cock in his throat with a sense of euphoria settling over his weary body and mind like a weighted blanket. He lets himself float in bliss, sometimes remembering to run his tongue over the veins in your cock or to suckle on it when only the tip remains inside.

He barely hears you praise him, your once careful pace quickly gaining speed and intensity when you see how fucked out he looks when his lips are stretched around the base of your shaft. Your deep thrusts make his body jiggle in a mesmerizing way, his thick thigs spreading open and cock leaking steady drops of precum.

"I'm not gonna last long Si." You try to warn him but Ghost just humms drunkly, suckling eagerly on your cock as best he can. Even blissed out he's good with his mouth, and you don't last long.

You pull out with just your tip remaining inside, letting him get in a deep breath before you're pushing inside balls deep, hunching over him and cumming down his gullet straight down his esophagus. He gurgles, throat bobbing as he swallows what he can and chokes on what he can't.

"You're okay, you're okay." You sooth, pulling out quickly and helping him sit up, smacking his back to help him breathe again. "You broken?"

He coughs, shaking his head numbly, voice low and scratchy when he says, "Negative."

Before you know it he's pulling you by your hair into a kiss. You melt into him, not bothered by your seed on his tongue as you kiss him back just as deeply as he does you. You pull away when you feel his hold weaken a bit, resting your forehead against his, wiping sweat from his cheek. "God you look so pretty."

He grunts, tugs on your hair in revenge for your words. You catch his eyes shift to his own cock. "Look what you caused." He mumbles, laying a chaste and drunk kiss on your lips. "Fix it."

You can't help but giggle, kissing him again as you feel him melt against you.

[callsign-datura]

Heyy

So what about Simon Riley with an independent f!reader

Like she’s just so used to doing things on her own (her being me)

Anyways here’s a flower for u 🌹

thanks for the flower dear! simon 'ghost' riley was independent too. he was used to taking care of himself, leaving no room for anyone else and just being on his own. he wasn't scared of being alone. in fact, he enjoyed it; his alone time charged his social battery and it gave him time to focus on his hobbies.

it was odd when he saw you. you were independent too, quiet and just like him in many ways; it was only normal for you both to drift together as if it was fate. he found himself believing that it was; you were his fate.

when things got serious, he started dedicating things to you. he understood how difficult it was to allow someone to care for you and in the same way he was beginning to allow you to take care of him, he was implementing small ways to care for you. making dinner so you didn't have to, washing your laundry and sorting it just how you liked, leaving money for you to go out and do things. it became normal for you both. he was a bit more open and dependent on you for certain things, but you were a bit more withdrawn, and he understood that. it was hard, and allowing himself to be like this with you was taking a leap of faith.

he gave you time. time to adjust, grow, and flourish; and he couldn't explain how much he loved seeing you depend on him for things. of course, you still both had things you needed to do on your own, and that was a mutual agreement between you.

it was a night when everything had gone to shit for you that he realized that you'd finally adjusted to his presence.

---------------

You swung open the front door with an exasperated sigh, the wind from the outside brushing into the warm house like a cold front. Your eyes stung with tears from work stress, and your footsteps were heavy and tired as you entered the cozy home. You shut the door behind it and rested your back against it, tilting your head back and taking in a deep breath to let yourself release some of the emotions that built during the day. Your boss is a dick, spilling coffee on your favorite work dress, getting reminded of some tragic things that happened in your past--

"darlin'?" You were drawn from your thoughts by the familiar voice of your boyfriend, and you blinked blearily at him as your eyes focused on his form peering out from around the corner. His gaze was concerned, and though you couldn't see much of his face due to the mask he always wore, you practically felt the worry wafting off of him. His hulking frame stepped out into the hall and proceeded towards you with silent footsteps, those brown eyes focused on you as a wave of relief and appreciation fell over you. Tears stung at your eyes again and as soon as he was at arms' length, you embraced him. You never really hugged him that often, and it was odd for you, too. Though as his arms folded around you and you felt the warmth and safety of his hold, your face nuzzled into the bulk of his chest.

"s'alright, love. let it out. 'm here, yeah?" He murmured to you, placing a kiss on your forehead through the fabric of his mask. The tears spilled before you could stop them, and your chest heaved against him as your breath hitched and your grip tightened on him. You balled the fabric of his hoodie up in your fists, and you pulled him closer. Being in his arms was such a relief, you were cursing yourself that you didn't do this sooner... before it got to this point.

A mix of concern and relief welled in his chest as he held you. He rocked you side to side as you sobbed into his chest. Once your cries were muffled, he held you a few minutes longer before pulling away and cupping your cheek, tilting your head back and wiping away the tears from your red cheeks.

"tell me what happened, lovie," He began, his voice low and raspy but so fucking comforting. A few more tears fell and he kissed them away, pulling back so his gaze could focus on yours.

"don't wanna," you responded simply, burying your face back into his chest with a little pout in an attempt to lighten the mood. "boss was just being a dick, and... work was just so overwhelming." your voice was small and meek, and his heart swelled at the sound of it. His chest rumbled with a laugh, and he stroked your hair as he held you.

"well... les' forget about that. you get changed and take a bath, n' I'll order takeout while you're in there. we can watch a movie, too. how's s'at sound?"

You nodded, sniffing quietly. "jus' hold me a bit longer... please?"

He smiled under the mask and he nodded. "however long you want me to, i will. i'd hold you for eternity if it meant y'were safe and happy in my arms."

And he meant that.

[soaqrudyz]

they’re in the rec room one dreary afternoon, rain is pouring outside, shaking the walls of the base, and all soap really wanted was a cigarette. he’d been stressed, needlessly, helplessly, and now his one healthy means of escapism is gone, too. he’s about ready to explode, pacing the room like a caged animal, muttering senseless complaints and half baked sentences under his breath.

he’s startled out of his back and forth pace by gaz’s hand on his chest. a snarl finds its way to his lips and he has to fight to keep from spewing all the nasty, venomous thoughts that lay behind his lips.

“you need to chill out, mate” gaz drawls, pushing him ever so slightly backwards. his feet follow, trusting, even through his sour disposition.

“think i don’t know that?” he snaps, “i fuckin’ can’t.”

“that’s why i’m here to help. you’re bringing the whole base down, and you’ll wear a hole in the floor with all that stomping around.”

they walk back until soap is knocked onto the ratty sofa that price found god knows where. gaz maneuvers soap’s head to rest on the arm, his muscles wound tight despite being stretched out. he’s angry. angry and confused and he didn’t fucking like the rain, why did it always have to rain?

“ghost.” gaz calls, and soap notices his looming presence for the first time that day. which was a little shocking, considering the fact that soap could (and had, he’d won 70 quid off the stupid bet) pick ghost out in a crowd blindfolded just from the feeling of his stare alone.

soap realizes he might’ve been more out of it than he realized. the embarrassment only makes his blood run hotter.

“this some sort of intervention?” he growled, hands balled into tight fists.

gaz rolls his eyes and leaves, muttering a quiet “good luck with that.” to ghost and patting his shoulder as he passed.

his brain was a mess, he needed to get back up, needed to do something, fucking anything. the restlessness makes his fingers twitch, makes him burn from the inside out, he’s so god damn angry he could burst into flames.

and then ghost flops down right on top of him, and everything but the roiling thunder outside goes quiet. ghost is a big guy, pure muscle with a (very attractive) bit of fat around his middle. he was twice, maybe three times soap’s weight, no matter how much bulk he was putting on.

he’s overwhelmed by the man. his hands and legs are completely pinned. the weight on his chest forces him to take deeper breaths, which, in turn, make his tense muscles relax. the smell of ghost’s shampoo and detergent makes him dizzy, the soft cotton of his balaclava rubs against his cheek, and soap is mortified to find out he’s getting sleepy.

his eyes try to close, but he jerks himself awake each time. ghost is warm. like a big fuzzy blanket fresh out of the dyer, and really after the day he had, who could blame him for letting go for a minute?

“feels nice..” he slurs, eyes slipping shut again, but this time he doesn’t bother prying them back open.

“go to sleep, johnny.” ghost sighs, an exasperated little thing, and soap can feel the vibration of his voice all the way down to the tips of his toes.

he listens, if not only because it was raining outside and he couldn’t smoke a cigarette.

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Recommendation for baby regressors

This is mostly geared towards closeted regressors, but can helpful for anyone!

If you want baby toys but are worried about keeping them discreet or if they’re too expensive, I’d highly recommend fidget toys instead. They are a great alternative, and they wouldn’t have to be hidden.  Because many are designed to stimulate the senses, they function similarly to baby toys, making noises, having interesting shapes and colors, etc.

Fidgets can also be purchased in bulk or varitey packs online for fairly cheap. Obviously, the quality won’t be as good, but they might be more accessible/easier to replace than traditional baby items. But make sure to be safe with them! Many fidgets cannot go in your mouth, so if that’s a concern, make sure to get child safe ones, or to not use these in the first place. Anyway, here are my recommendations:

Slime/Putty/Play-Doh

Fidget dodecagon/cube

Pop-its/simple dimple

Stress ball

Mochi

Articulated fidgets

Chewlery

Tangle

Wacky Track

Gloobles

Water timer

Busy Board

Pop tubes

Water snake

Hope this helps someone! Happy regressing!

-Marty 🍩

[sumeruin]

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

♫♪: pairing: dilf! kazuha x reader

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, semi-public sex, brief mentions of overstimulation and oral (no areas specified), aftercare, mentions of scars, i think that’s it, but if i missed anything please let me know!!

♫♪: a/n: mindless rambles about dilf kazuha from 3am this morning <3 also, new header!! i haven’t had time to actually change up my theme yet, so this is the best are gonna get for now <3

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

ok… so dilf kazuha… (modern au obvi) maybe he bulks up a little more as he ages, gets more muscular, gathers some more scars all over his body. he still keeps his hair long, though now he wears it down most of the time, not having the time in the mornings to put it up between his kid and his job. sometimes he’ll put it in a little bun, when he’s cooking or doing something where his hair would get in the way, and it suits him so well.

i’m thinking he has a little bit of peach fuzz too. not a full beard or anything, but just enough for you to feel it when he kisses your thighs before going down on you, the hair adding that small, extra bit of stimulation to make you cum so much faster on his tongue.

he usually wears a casual outfit, just a thin, white t shirt, some grey sweatpants, and a pair of tennis shoes. between his job as a bodyguard and his kid, he doesn’t really have the energy for much else. except, of course, for those rare special occasions where he dresses up, usually for his date nights with you, and he wears a black and red suit. a red button up, with a black suit jacket, tie, and dres pants. these are also the occasions where he’ll put his hair up and wear some nice cologne (unrelated but i have a whole cologne/perfume rant about genshin characters in my head if anyone is interested) only because he knows you love it so much.

he takes you out to a nice restaurant, both of you practically clinging to each other as you sit at the table, and he always, without fail, takes you back to his house and absolutely ruins you afterwards, the perfect way to relieve a little stress after a busy week. and it’s not like you’re complaining, either. kazuha is very much a giver, making sure you cum at the very least twice before he even thinks about actually fucking you, leaving you more than satisfied and overstimulated, enough to hold you over until the next week.

sometimes, he’ll change it up, still very much a wanderer at heart, and take you somewhere calmer. maybe you’ll go stargazing one night, and he’ll get to fuck you under the endless, beautiful sky, pointing out all the constellations he can see while he’s balls deep inside of you, waxing poetic about how gorgeous you look under the moonlight while you cum for him. or you’ll go see the maple trees at night, and he’ll press you up against the bark while he slides your clothes off, taking care not to scratch or rip any of the fabric. it’s not like you’d particularly care if he did, you’re always too fucked out and tired from cumming your brains out to be able to think about your clothes, or anything besides him, really.

he has the best aftercare, too, even if he does sometimes have to wait a little bit until you can get back home. he always runs you a warm bath, and fills it with sweet smelling oils and flower petals reserved just for you, massaging some lightly scented lotion and body oils into your sore joints afterwards and holding you close to him strong, scarred body as you fall asleep. and he’s a great cook, always making you the best breakfasts after a night full of railing you into the mattress. his go to is french toast, but he’ll make you anything you want as long as you just ask him <33

[abbysmadnessobsession]

How did it end...?

Two: fighting, toxic relationship, cheating accusations, NOT PROOFREAD

matt : M

Y/n : Y/y

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It was like she was walking in circles like she was lost, she never thought he would cheat on her, not like this.

It was Tuesday July, 9th 2023, and boy have the triplets been busy with all kinds of stuff, blogs, videos,and starting the podcast, which was alot for them.

Matt said he would be home 3 hours ago, and he hasn't been yet, I know what he's doing that shit head.

I storm out to my car driving to his location, and he is at the freehand California hotel.

I've been calling and texting but nothing was there, left on delivered, I've also been messaging my best friend but she hasn't answered either.

What could this mean? They are pulling a prank on me,phone's dead?

Or.

He's cheating with my best friend on me??? Many thoughts race my little head with a big Brain, I can't do this....

I turn on my playlist and my favorite artist comes on, this song was one matt sang to me when I was having a panic attack.

I scream the lyrics crying while hot, real, tears stream down my poor, sad, and heartbroken face,

Finally. ( TIME SKIP! PLAY THIS SONG!) Make sure in the part it says you blast the chorus, you play chorus!

I turn the radio off and I step out the car locking it, and putting my keys in the bag.

I walk up to reception opening the door, that has a little cute jingle

I walk up to the front desk

Excuse me?

Yes dear how may I help

Is a 20 year old man in here with a woman?

Yes they come in about 2 hours ago!

My color drops.

Uhm do you have a key to there room? ( I lie) I'm supposed to meet them here.

Sure Hun here! * She passes me a blue bulk key with the numbers (8.1.4)

I realized what it means..

8 is the month he's born, 1 is the day, and 4 is his lacrosse number ..

Thank you... I say quitely.

I prepare for what I will have to see.

I unlock the door and all I see is them doing some shit I shouldn't of sawn

Uhm.

They turn around freezing and matt comes towards me

Y/n it's not what you think this is...

* my mind just goes blank*

Matt why could you do this

Y/n come on..

I run out crying, I scream when he tries to pick me up from behind shushing me gently to get me to forget my worries,

I kick him in the balls, screaming while I run to my car, I drive off blasting music,

And of course I blast " the SMALLEST MAN WHO EVER LIVED" taylor swift, but I scream the chorus.

I cry so hard I can't even see which direction I'm in, I'm too stressed..

I just feel a bug thump and all I see is my car flying, I just close my eyes not even caring as my car Tumbles down a far, steep, ditch.

I wonder if he will help.

I don't think he will.

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@witherwallflower ❤️

THIS TOOK SO LONG DO NOT COME FOR ME IM VERY BUSY!!!!

[greenerteacups]

Ok but seriously — how much alcohol are these kids drinking at hogwarts? I’m re-reading your Yule ball chapter atm, and craving a cocktail which changes colour with every sip.

Alcohol gets smuggled in through a couple of channels, many of which run through Gryffindor, but not all — there are always a few kids willing to inherit the old Hogsmeade smuggling routes, and there are always other kids who want to party and are willing to pay premiums for the embedded risk. Most of these are (a) upperclassmen, and (b) wealthy, as you'd need to be in order to order liquor in bulk to the castle; however, there's a trickle-down supply, and if you really want to drink, you can usually find someone to sell you something. Same with cigarettes (which in the Marauders' time would have been ubiquitous, but by the 90's, they're culturally on the decline) and non-alcoholic illicit substances (stimulants, hallucinogens, Potion of Get Blazed, etc.).

Generally, how much you drink as a Hogwarts student depends on your lifestyle: are you getting invited to firewhiskey tastings in Slytherin? Or Fred and George's bimonthly parties in the Astronomy Tower? Are you sneaking out with Seamus and Katie to flash your fakes at the Hog's Head? Are you brewing moonshine in the bathroom with that one really dedicated stoner in Ravenclaw? Or are you like Draco, a prefect, and stressed out of your mind about your friends doing something idiotic if you relax for even a millisecond?

Castle-wide events have a general no-alcohol policy, considering the majority of the student body is underage, but there are exceptions. The Yule Ball has mocktails for the underage students and real drinks available at the ball for 17-year-olds (with IDs). The Promising Youth party in third year also has cocktails, because it hosted adult guests, and purebloods generally have a more lax relationship with drinking; it's not like Theo and Pansy would expect wine with every dinner, but it'd be acceptable for them to have a small glass, or beg a sip off their parents.

[featheredadora]

hello! hope you're having a nice day

i have been interested in keeping a pet canary for a bit, but i don't know about any good care guides for them, do you perhaps know one? (it's aight if you don't or if it's too much information to write)

Hi there!

I think canaries are wonderful and really sweet little birds, so it is nice to hear people appreciating them!

That said, I'm afraid I don't really have a specific guide to point you to, sorry! I remember before I got Sunshine for my nan I spent a few months reading just a ton of different guides about canaries (I found it quite overwhelming combing through so much info tbh) but that was more than three years ago now, so I don't really remember which resources I found particularly helpful.

In any case, if you are interested in some thoughts from me personally, I've put some stuff beneath the cut:

In terms of info I have from my personal experience (you might already know all of this, sorry), a lot of the care is not dissimilar to other kinds of birds. Sunshine eats a diet of canary seed mix, superfine pellets, and a range of veggies (he in particular likes to have a piece of tenderstem brocolli clipped up every day. But he also loves romaine lettuce, and chop made from kale, peppers, carrots etc).

Cage-wise, the bigger the better, with an emphasis on length over height - but super important to get very small bar spacing, because canaries are so small that there is a risk of them getting their heads stuck otherwise. Lots of natural perches of differing widths too, and I would personally include a flat perch as well, for variety.

But my experience with Sunshine has also been different from my other birds in lots of ways too! My other birds like to stay out of their cages basically all day, whereas Sunshine prefers to stay in his cage for the bulk of the day. He asks to be let out (usually just a couple of times a day) and will then fly and play around the room for a while, but he then returns to his cage and is happy to play about in there for a bit.

In terms of toys, I have heard that canaries 'don't really play with toys', but this hasn't been my experience with Sunshine. He needs lighter, easier toys though - his favourites are a string of sola wood discs, a paper pinata toy, and a willow ball stuffed with crinkle paper which he likes to pull out.

I've also found that his nails grow a LOT faster than my other birds, so we take him to the vet for a nail trim every few months (if you can do this yourself at home, that's probably better, but Sunshine gets super stressed out if ever we try to grab him). Oh and one last thing, he LOVES having baths. More than any other bird I've known. Annoyingly, Sunshine refuses to use a proper bird bath and will only use his water pot (so I have to clean and refresh it multiple times per day), but I would still say getting a nice little bath for your friend is important!

So yeah, sorry I couldn't be of more help! As with any bird, the best possible advice I can give is to get them registered with a good avian vet for their regular check ups, and also to make sure your house is bird proof (safe for them during out-of-cage time, but also safe from items which could give off fumes, like spray deodorant, candles, most non-stick cooking stuff, etc).

This ended up being both super long, and super basic, sorry! But in any case, thank you for giving me chance to talk a bit about Sunshine (who I love and adore), and I hope you and your future little friend will be really happy together!

[1001stressballs]

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[lets-try-some-writing]

We need more outlier kids content!!!! Also, these kids seeing the base as a safe and relatively controlled environment to flex their powers is a must

Cee and Mags need to chill a bit; maybe they will change their mind about outliers as they get attached to the kids. I mean, you can't tell me that Mags wouldn't get attached to the kids too (I would squeal if, against all odds, he, unknowingly, ends up joining the fav girl miko squad alongside Bulk and Jackie. Like, that girl is a wrecker and probably spends a LOT of time with them)

Outlier kids content, ah how I have wanted to write this for a while. Fluff, angst, and some Arcee and Magnus redemption on the way!

Home away from Home

It took some time, but with the bots never saying anything and any possible commenters being silenced (*cough cough* Magnus *cough cough* Arcee) the children came to view the base as a safe space to be themselves. There was still quite a bit of apprehension, but eventually the children calmed and grew comfortable with the bots, even going to so far as to train their powers under the guise of games at the bots prompting. After all, there is no better way to increase control over an outlier's abilities than to have them practice.

For Jack it was rather hard for the team to come up with something they could feasibly rope him into without making him too self conscious. But after a bit of planning on Ratchet and Optimus's part, they created a schedule that would hopefully with time help Jack come out of his shell. The training was rather simple: Hand Jack a ball and play catch with him. It started off small, with Bulkhead and Wheeljack roping Jack into playing with them by using a human ball at first. And once he got comfortable with that, they slowly began altering the ball internally, increasing its weight over the course of weeks just enough to be noticeable but not startling. Jack began to catch on, but since no one ever said anything and treated it like it was normal he allowed himself to become more confident. He did not question it vocally when the original basketball with discarded and he was instead tossed a sized down but still rather comically large Cybertronian lob ball to use.

Within four months Jack was throwing around a full-sized lob ball like it weighed nothing. And that was not the only change, he started to eat more in response to the activity and the acceptance of the team. His mother was overjoyed and took extra time to prepare meals for Jack to take to base since that was the only place he felt comfortable consuming more than a slice of bread. His body also finally began filling out with the increased nutrient intake, still being rather lean but with a healthy and attractive amount of muscle. He became an overall happier teen, joking around more freely and even showing off his strength when particularly joyful. His smile was contagious and the healthier and more comfortable he became, the brighter the base seemed to be. Miko's training also came in the form of a game, although hers was not hidden very well. Since she seemed to have few reservations about her powers the team did not stress over hiding the game or the obvious usage of power needed to play and instead focused on helping her improve. Her game was also pretty simple, it being to play tag with Smokescreen and Bumblebee. The two younglings needed the exercise and the chance to play for a change and Miko needed to train her accuracy and control. It worked out well, although in the beginning the play area was reserved to the training room to keep Miko from accidentally landing on or falling from something dangerous. While not fond of outliers in base, Ultra Magnus was not the kind of mech to sit by and watch the small human sparkling go blinking in and out of reality only to appear in a NOT safe location before blinking away again. And so as the games progressed in intensity, with Smokescreen and Bumblebee actually having to make an effort to keep away as Miko got more creative and controlled, Ultra Magnus joined the game. He said it was to maintain order, but with time his gruff exterior faltered and he came to no longer resent Miko's very existence.

It left Arcee baffled to watch to notorious Outlier hater carry around Miko and even begin mother henning her when she got a little too excitable, working herself into a state of exhaustion after a game. She was left even more flabbergasted when Miko willingly began calling Ultra Magnus one of her wreckers with affection, even slapping stickers on his armor and not so much as getting a scowl in response. Smokescreen and Bumblebee for their part always looked forward to their regular game of tag. Not only did it bring them great joy to see Miko improve and therefore be less likely to teleport into traffic or off a cliff, but the challenge was also a welcome one. Miko gave them a run for their credits with how fast and creative she was with her teleportation. Often Bumblebee and Smokescreen would be forced to practically bend over backward to escape her rapid assaults'. It was fun, and a simple activity with no real stakes, a welcome relief from the ongoing war.

As for Rafael? There was discussion of handing his training over to Ratchet, but in the end Optimus agreed to take over the practical aspects to ensure that no one got hurt. The Matrix shielded his mind from intrusion and his extreme control and mental fortitude ensured that he could keep himself in check with Rafael pocking around in his helm. And Ratchet could assist Rafael in the more philosophical and medical aspects of his training, walking him through meditation and assisting him when he inevitably needed someone to talk to and get painkillers from. Thus it was that Optimus quietly began taking time off every other day to play a simple game with Rafael, that being a mental game of memory. He would sit with Rafael, allowing the boy to enter his mind and prod while still keeping his memories and sensitive thoughts well secured. He would then display varying thoughts, memories, and emotions, tasking Rafael with hunting them down amidst a puzzle he would create. When Rafael succeeded he was rewarded with interesting information from Optimus ranging from songs, to simple memories, to secrets that could barely be comprehended.

At the end of their game Rafael would go to Ratchet to calm down from the mental struggle and relax, talking out anything that bothered him. And with time, Rafael grew to unlock a greater amount of his potential, not only able to influence others subtly, but also sift through their minds if they were unprotected mentally. His control grew greater and he became far more comfortable associating with others, especially the bots since he came to understand their way of thinking better through Optimus. In fact, he came to appreciate his time with the bots more than the time he spent with other humans. Humans were complicated in a way he wasn't used to handling, but the bots were more understandable in their way of processing data, more organized. It made communicating with them easier, only serving to make Rafael more and more comfortable at base.

The children were happy and comfortable and all was well... except for Arcee. She struggled with understanding and accepting the children. She had seen one too many outliers go rouge, abusing their gifts to hurt others and destroy lives. And while logically she was aware of the fact that the children were children, her guardianship over Jack was still awkward to say the least. It wasn't until Jack threw a boulder at Arachnid and saved her plating that Arcee began lightening up a bit. She still didn't trust outliers, but her outlier was alright. She reasoned that she mother henned her boy to keep him from falling down a dark path, but in reality she just liked doting on him.

[augment-techs]

Question Game. Describe yourself with 3 singers. Favorite book? Words that best describe you? If your world hadn't went to hell in a hand basket, what do you think you'd be doing now? + Sentry Skull

There are so many different versions of all of these boy and all the rest of the kiddies, omg. Wouldn't it be nice if my divergent brain could maintain peace with all the AUs? Whatever; I can just use his baseline personality.

Describe yourself with 3 singers:

Tori Amos; bold and brilliant and with a voice not terribly different from the one in his head in certain circumstances. Does what she wants and doesn't give a damn about other people's opinion. Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of the band LIVE. Though strictly for the Throwing Copper album of 1994. Bulk once caught him trying to perform on the acoustic guitar in his garage the song "Iris" and mentioned Skull sounded almost spot-on like the artist, "Just give it a couple years." Which was not untrue. David Bowie in his song "Heart's Filthy Lesson" played at the beginning and ending of the movie Se7en. Oh so very symbolic, in his opinion.

Favorite book?:

Gerald's Game, by Stephen King. Not one of his most favored works, not one of his classics, but the reading of it has helped get him out of quite a few more scrapes than he would have otherwise. It's informative and meditative.

Words that best describe you?:

Craft. Cunning. Thinness. Quietness. Mischief. Malaise. Patience. Secrets. Shadow. Allusion.

If your world hadn't went to hell in a hand basket, what do you think you'd be doing now?:

The first thing that comes to mind is having actually comfortable sex, since there is a fair bit of certainty that he would have kept his balls and wouldn't have allowed his prick to be inverted to keep his cover when he joined the wretched Red Sentries all because Drakkon thought it might be easier to keep other captains in line if there was a hole to relieve their stress readily available...

But apart from that...it is a rather difficult thing to imagine--the possibility of his being happy. His background can basically be summed up as "poor white trash with negligent/abusive parents and mental illness that required medication since puberty" when he's feeling generous. His grades in school were mediocre, he had self-esteem issues for days, depression, anxiety, the kind of migraines that could cause blindness; and while he was excellent at music, he would never let anyone actually see him perform...

Of course, hindsight is 20/20. Maybe he could have at least gone to college to major in the humanities, or found love, or had a child. He's seen plenty of other worlds in Drakkon's conquests; he's not unaware that some of his other selves seemed at least content.

[satzumosupremacy]

New here, what are your top 5 kdramas? Would be great if you write actresses too.

I do plan to write actresses, but the ones I want to write has never been written of before lol. It’s kind of holding me back.

If I rank my top 5:

Flower Of Evil- drama is a whole roller coaster. The ending was beautiful though. Happy tears at the end after all that stress and anxiety.

The Veil- Main actor is my favorite, he honestly deserves more recognition since he can play any role. The storyline is amazing and mysterious asf. A lot of bloody fight scenes, like A LOT in ep 3 I think. Actor bulked up just for that role, but at the end, he won the grand prize at the awards back in 2021.

Six Flying Dragons- think there is 50 episodes, but it somehow felt like a regular 16 episode. The sword fighting scenes are chiefs kiss lol. Storyline is amazing. Some parts are sad asf. A pretty knowledgeable historic drama.

Remember: War of the son- This drama is where my favorite actor played the villain. I remember he was so hated irl and people were actually scared of him. I fucking hated him too lol. But this drama is full of stress and sadness. Almost balled out tears for the father since he was schizophrenic. It’s really really sad so get some tissues ready.

Bulgasal Immortal Souls- Fantasy genre. Gong Seung Yeon fine asf in this drama. I just enjoyed this drama.

Honorable mentions: One Dollar Lawyer, Fated To Love You, Taxi Driver (1&2), The Royal Gambler, Tomorrow, and Good Manager.

[weskin-time]

holiday shopping w Rebecca chambers pls...... I love ur writing so much

MY FIRST REBECCA ASK!! :D i hope i did her some justice cuz this is also my first time writing for her

she’s super organized

i’m talkin she’s got a list for everyone, list of stores to visit, ideas written down and what everyone likes

she tries to be practical with her gifts i would feel, something they could actually use later on or something she’s seen that they needed

she feels a little stressed when shopping

you and her are definitely getting coffee together, she gets something seasonal and warm

you should make her sit in the cart and push her around

if she’s getting something for you while you’re shopping with her she will slyly tell you to go to the other half of the store to get something she forgot and when you’re gone she’s hiding it in the cart

pretend like you don’t see it or notice it when you’re checking out please shes proud of herself for thinking she hid it so well

shopping while wearing ugly christmas sweaters? yes :3 matching sweaters? also yes

i feel like rebecca would have a colorful christmas aestheitc

colored lights, pretty gold tinsel wrapped around the tree, a glittery gold star as the topper, ball ornaments and shaped ones scattered around, ones that sing, ones that move etc etc

she is the type of person to hum or sing along under her breath the christmas songs playing in the stores

you will not get a break from christmas music ever she’s also playing it in the car

please sing Last Christmas with her in the car

you’re holding the bags

i’m not sorry

she’ll hold a few but you’ve got the bulk of it

she will wait in however long a line there is to check out because she is stubborn so prepare the stand and wait with her

you’re in the candle isle for a good 20 minutes or so in every store just smelling different candles

“oo try this one” and she shoves it in your nose

“you gotta smell this one it’s gross” as you shove it in her face

will you be buying candles that’s you’re never going to use? yea

she keeps note of what people want over the year, and what they need, if they got it or forgot about it

she is holding your hand to lead you around crowded stores

if your relationship is more romantic please pull a Hallmark move and surprise her under the mistletoe

even if you have to put it up yourself

cup her cheeks and pull her into a kiss