#that bitch is perfectly fine and functional

[vampirecatprince]

There is something genuinely so annoying when a high art piece will go viral on TikTok and you'll have a bunch of people who are not willing to understand the context interacting with it bc it's "trendy".

Like- I am all for high art being more common and more people engaging with it, but I swear when something goes viral people's brains just turn off and even if they would have been willing to grow and learn something in the process, because it's just a funny internet thing now they just stop caring.

[celestiamour]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ the "dying" wolverine ]❜

ft. logan howlett x gn! reader — xmen, marvel

╰₊✧ taking care of logan when he’s sick┊0.8k words

setting: deadpool & wolverine (2024) worst! logan contains: fluff, established relationship

➤ author's note: i’m feeling like shit so i’m making him suffer with me

what part of regenerative healing don’t you understand? it’s impossible for him to get sick in any capacity as his immune system is stronger than the adamantium in his body, so feel free to read any of the other logan fics written by all the amazing writers on this platform!!

but let’s say that he somehow contracted a special bug that managed to get past all that and managed to make him fall ill, requiring you to take care of him while wade goes on a mission to figure out what’s wrong with him…

this headstrong two-hundred-year mutant who can take stab wounds without flinching and is an invincible tank in battles will be the whinest son of the bitch. he always lets his guard down around you, but he’s the most vulnerable and immature that he’ll ever allow himself to be around anyone since he can’t remember the last time (or if he has ever in his life) felt so shitty. shivering despite being feverish and covered up in blankets which just made him sweaty and uncomfortable, an itchy nose that wouldn’t sneeze when he needed it to, coughing his lungs out every two minutes— it’s so alien to him.

when you finally show up to look after him, he’ll have uncharacteristically big puppy eyes as you gently place your hand on his forehead to gauge how bad it is. “how are you feeling, lo?”

“i feel like i’m going to fucking die.” there are several discarded tissues and water bottles overfilling the nearby trashcan, but it was clear that he had no idea how he was supposed to make himself feel better and suffering.

“i can tell,” you chuckle at how dramatic he sounds and it makes him frown, but he’s just so thankful that you’re here to take care of him (he doesn’t exactly trust al to do it, that woman is a bit too mysterious and cryptic for him, and the medicine she offered smelled funny even to his dulled senses). “let me go make you some soup.”

he doesn’t want you to leave at first because your cold skin feels so good against him, but he’ll lightly doze off for a bit now that he’s more comfortable and feels safer. don’t expect him to stay asleep for long though, he’ll get up from his little while you’re in the middle of cooking chicken vegetable soup to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on top of yours until you finish.

“why are there barely any vegetables in the fridge? i could only find half a carrot and wilted celery.”

“i don’t think anyone here eats that stuff.”

“logan, you need to eat your greens— all you guys do, how are all three of you in such good shape then?!”

“eh.”

he can’t make anything more complicated than butter noodles, wade sets nearly everything on fire, he feels slightly guilty eating the food made by an elderly blind lady when he’s already freeloading at the moment, and constantly ordering take-out becomes expensive. you’ve given some food in tupperware for him to eat up, but it isn’t quite the same. as if being sick didn’t make him miserable enough, he’s so fucking pissed that he couldn’t properly taste your freshly-cooked food and will make it known.

you scoff that it’s just soup and pour it out in a bowl for him to eat, but you’ll quickly find yourself spoon-feeding him. yes, his hands still work with perfectly fine motor functions. no, you’re not passing up the opportunity to baby him while he rolls his eyes (he’ll grunt at most and doesn’t say a word of protest, claiming that he’s merely allowing it since he’s too tired to fight with you over it and very glad no one could see it happening).

“here comes the airplane~”

“i’m a grown-ass man, don’t be ridiculous.”

“a grown-ass man without an ounce of whimsy in his life, open your fucking mouth and eat.”

this is one of the lower points in his life where he doesn’t quite understand why this is happening to him yet, so you obviously have give him as much affection as possible! keeping a cold glass of water nearby and a wet rag to dab on his face, he rests his head upon your thighs and you swear that you can hear him purring like a kitten. there’s not better pillow than his lover, soft, warm, and full of love as you hum a song to lull him to sleep.

“let’s get married one day…” he not sure how that slipped past his lips, it might be the fever talking for him, or the fact that he’s completely relaxed without any tension in his muscles and feeling himself falling in love all over again when you smile so sweetly at him

“okay, but you need to sleep and get better first.” you place a gentle kiss on his forehead until his eyes slowly drift shut, “i love you, logan.”

[sinners4ever]

All Mine

Pairing: Elias “Stack” Moore x Mariah “Mimi” Black!Oc

Content|Warning(s): 18 plus, drinking, smoking, a little toxicity, tension, cat and mouse, vulgar language, oral fem receiving, p in v penetration, fingering, car sex, brat tamer, hair pulling, smacking, spit-play.

Summary: Mariah and Stack often played this game. It was evident to everyone around them that they wanted each other badly. But, neither one of them would put their pride aside to admit it. Every moment, every glance, every smart remark built a palpable tension…maybe tonight the game gets old..who knows.

It was a warm night in The Delta. Mariah and her friends were headed to the club for girls night after a long week of work. Mariah was a baddie if you’d ever seen one. Short with a cute frame and skin that glittered like bronze under the glow of the sun. Her friend Keisha was teasing about her possibly seeing her “man that wasn’t her man” at the function tonight, Stack. “Girl, when are you gonna stop playin’ and snatch that nigga up? It’s obvious y’all fuck with each other for real.”, Mariah sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes. “Ain’t no body worried about that nigga, Keisha damn.” Keisha and the rest of the crew giggled girlishly and continued racing down the highway while they pregamed on their way. Mariah knew she liked Stack a lot. Every-time she saw him she could feel the butterflies in her stomach just fluttering away and her heart would race, but he was so irritating. Always having something smart to say or just him thinking everything was game even if secretly that’s what she loved about him. After they made it inside, Mariah went to the bar and grabbed a drink before going back to find her friends. The music was thumping and the vibes were amazing. She was already feeling the effects of her drinking before they arrived and now she was a little tipsy swaying or shaking her ass to whatever music was playing. She was in her own world until Keisha tapped her and pointed into the direction of Stack in the corner of the club letting some girl grind on him as if they were fucking right there on the dance floor. She would be lying if she said it didn’t ruin her whole mood, but she was gonna lie regardless. She waved him off and walked away. “Fuck that nigga, Keisha.” Little did she know he already knew she was there and was growing tired of chasing her…so it was time to get her attention. He smiled to himself seeing her walk off trying to be as unbothered as she could. He had no real interest in whoever this girl was, just a pawn in his little game nothing more.

After a while she was getting tired of seeing that bitch on him so she decided that two could play that game. She grabbed the finest nigga standing on the side lines while the song “All Mine by Brent Faiyez” played and started grinding on him slowly. He held on to her hips and matched her rhythm perfectly. She stood in perfect view of Stack and instantly his whole mood shifted. His jaws clenched and he had visibly gotten tired of whoever this girl was. He stood there for a while watching Mariah seemingly enjoying that niggas hands all over her and it made his heart race. What the fuck was going on he had the upper hand just a few moments ago? He cleared his throat and bucked the drink in his hand before making a beeline to her. “Aye brah, move she’s spoken for.”, He spoke roughly. The dude she was with laughed him off, acting like he didn’t even speak. Stack then turned his attention to Mariah. “Mimi, if you don’t get this clown ass nigga off you. I will.”, she giggled and moved her body slightly to the left looking past him. “I think shawty you was dancing with is looking for you.”, he scoffed. “Ain’t no body worried about her, I don’t even know her name. Mimi, come on stop playin’ with me now.”, rolling her eyes she told dude to go get them something to drink. “What the fuck you want, Stack?” Damn he looked fine as fuck when he was mad she thought. He grabbed her arm and pulled her off into his section. “You bogus as fuck for that shit. Letting that random dude touch on you like that.”,She was in disbelief. “You mean like how you had that girl you don’t even know all on you like you were her nigga? Please, Stack it’s not like you’re my man or something. I can do what I want.”, he moved closer to her and pulled her into him by her waist. “Nah, baby you got me fucked up for real. This right here is my shit.” She bit her glossed lip nervously. They’ve never gotten this close before what was going on with him all of a sudden. “Boy, you don’t want me for real, stop playin’.” He looked around and spotted her friends leaning into ear. “Go tell you lil friends you’re leaving with me…now.” She didn’t know why but that command made her stand upright and she listened. Her friends smiled at each other knowingly while they said their good byes.

The ride was mostly quiet besides “Vibes Don’t Lie by Leon Thomas” playing on the car stereo. Mimi watched him drive so attentively, noticing how his fingers gripped the steering wheel. The way he focused on the road and the way his free hand held onto her thigh. He found a park and stopped there. “Why are we here, Stack?” He pulled out a preroll and put it between his lips to light it. Inhaling and exhaling the smoke slowly he looked her little frame over and licked his lips. “To just talk, Mimi. I’m tired of this back and forth bullshit.” The look on her face was priceless she rolled those big brown eyes. “Back and forth the fuck are you talkin’ about. You’re the one always acting like you run some shit over here. Last time I checked you and I aren’t together, fucking, or even talking so you have no say so.” He chuckled and slowly put the blunt out. “That’s what you think, but I think you know who you belong to don’t you, baby?” He leaned over the console and gripped her thigh again this time sliding his rough hand up her mini skirt resting it on her inner thigh. Her breath hitched and she looked at him confused. “Now here’s the thing, Mimi. I want you…wanted you since the day we met and I know you want me too. The little games…attitude you give is cute, but I think you really just want some act right.” She blushed and looked away. His free hand turned her face back toward him. His eyes were dark , intense, and filled with desire. They looked at her plush lips noticing her breathing picked up. He smiled and leaned in letting his lips hover over her for a moment before he pressed them against hers roughly. He grabbed the back of her neck, adding more pressure into the kiss. Her body was putty in his hands. She grabbed onto his t-shirt pulling him in even closer. He groaned and she responded with a moan that had his dick rock solid. A hand wrapped underneath her skirt to grab that soft ass of hers that he’s been dying to touch. “Fuck, you so soft, baby.” He buried his face in her neck inhaling her scent while he licked and sucked on it leaving hickeys behind. “You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas. You know that?” She responded with a ‘uh-huh’ and all he could say was, “Good girl.” He slid his hand into the front of her lace panties quickly finding her hidden pearl. She gasped leaning her back and he smiled at how she reacted. “Damn, you so wet, mamas.” His two fingers rubbed circles around that sensitive clit of her and she bucked her hips in time. Slowly he slid those fingers down to her entrance and let them slip inside. She held onto his arm whining at the stretch, but soon melting into his once he started to curl his fingers up into her pussy. “Oh-fuck…Stack.” He smacked her thigh. “Nah, baby what’s my name?”, She quickly responded, “E-Elias…”, he praised with a quick good girl and continued to play in that juicy pussy all while watching her come undone. “It feels good don’t it, babygirl? You like that shit?”, she nodded rapidly “Mmmhmmm…”, he kissed her again picking up the pace feeling her warms tightening around his fingers. “You finna cum ain’t you?”, she responded with a moan and her body started to tremble. “Cum on my fingers, baby.” She did as he said and creamed all over his fingers even squirting a little on his leather seat. He smiled and kissed again patting her on the ass. “Get in the bag I wanna taste that pussy, mama.” She damn near flew into the back seat and he laid down the seats laying her back kissing her plush lips again and again. His hands exploring her body grabbing onto her rounded breasts playing and pinching at her nipples. Her pussy leaking and pulsing in response.

He spread her legs apart holding them to her chest while he laid soft kisses to her inner thighs. Her body jolted with each soft kiss that sent electricity through her body. He looked into eyes as he took the first long lick dragging his tongue flatly against her clit applying a little pressure. “Ooo…Elias…” he responded with another lick starting to suck on her clit. She tasted so sweet it made his eyes roll back. She grabbed onto his head pushing his face into her pussy more and it only motivated him more. Pushing her legs up further he buried his tongue in her pussy fucking it with his tongue while she bucked her hips back and forth damn near fucking his face. She sighed and moaned in pure bliss while he devoured her with no mercy. His dick was starting to hurt being confined in his pants so he unbuckled his pants and let it pop out of his boxers. She knew he had big dick energy but damn she wasn’t expecting that. She was practically salivating at the sight of it. “You want him?” She nodded and he obliged. He obliged held her legs to her chest and lined the tip of his dick up with entrance and slowly slid inside. That first initial moan from her as he slid in was music to his ears. She put her hand up trying to get use to him as he stretched her out and he swatted her hand away. “Uh-uhhh you can take him, baby.” He moved his hips slowly pulling his dick in and out and she was already forgetting her name and seeing stars. “That’s it, pretty girl.” His thumb rubbed her clit simultaneously while he stroked her slow and deep at first, but soon after she got used to his size he picked up the pace slamming his dick into her cervix. She was screaming in pure ecstasy while he continued to rub circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her mind blank…only thing that was in her mind right now was him…only him. “Say ahh, babygirl.” She followed his instructions blindly and slowly letting spit drip into her mouth before he kissed her sloppily letting their tongues play with one another’s. “Oh my god, Daddy…I’m gonna…cum…I’m gonna cum.” He’d been wanting to be the reason she said those words for a long time and finally she was saying them. “Go head cum on this dick, baby.” Mariah’s legs shook as her whole entire body convulsed with this release her back arched and she was cumming uncontrollably. The sight of it pushed him over the edge and he reached his peak with her. Filling her up until his cum spilled out of her.

They laid there in the back seat catching their breath and he kissed her shoulder with her legs tangling around him. “You all mine now.”

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

Trust

main masterlist | the boys masterlist

summary: soldier boy doesn’t realize just how scared of him you truly are

pairing: soldier boy x female reader

rating: R for language, mature themes

word count: 5.2k

warnings: please read! language, mentions of sexual assault, attempted sexual assault, drugging, violence, forced purging (to prevent possible death), briefly mentioned nudity (not in a smutty way), much darker than anything i’ve published before

author’s note: this started out as a small idea but i got really carried away lol.

another note: sorry for kinda ghosting after uploading the last fic, my brain hates me 🙃 i can’t promise i won’t “disappear” again like immediately after uploading this so thank you in advance for any/all feedback/comments 💞💞

It was late at night (more like early morning) when you were arguing with Butcher at the door. 

“Don’t you dare leave me here alone with him!” you seethed.

“C’mon, love, the old cunt’s gonna be asleep the whole time I’m gone.”

Your teeth clenched at the idea of being alone in the house with Soldier Boy, but if Billy didn’t go now to “run an errand” he’d probably have to go later that day anyway.

“Fine,” you sighed. “But if ‘the old cunt’ lays a fucking finger on me I swear to god Butcher!”

“I’ll be back by nine.”

**

A loud knock on your door woke you up.

“Hey! Sweetheart!” Soldier Boy’s voice shouted from the other side. “You up?”

“I am now,” you mumbled to yourself angrily. 7:26 your clock read.

“I heard that,” Soldier Boy said. 

Shit, you thought. “What do you want?” 

“The stupid TV isn’t fuckin’ working, I need you to come and work your magic for me.”

You sighed. You couldn’t ignore him at this point, that’d most likely just anger him further. If he wanted to he’d just break down the door and drag you out to the living room.

“C’mon toots, don’t be a bitch about it,” he exclaimed.

“Screw you,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” Soldier Boy exclaimed. “What’d I just fuckin’ say!” He tried opening the door but you’d obviously locked it. 

“I-I’ll be out in a second,” you told him. 

“That’s more like it,” he mumbled back.

You quickly got out of bed (whole outfit still on, just in case Soldier Boy had tried something in the night) and hurried to the door before you opened it. There he stood, the strongest man alive. You gulped nervously as he didn’t move and stayed blocking your way out. 

He eyed you up and down obnoxiously, smirking at the sight and making your heart beat faster.

“Same outfit as last night, I see,” he said. 

“S-So?” you asked, trying to mask the pure fear this man instilled in you. “I just like these clothes, is all.” He didn’t say anything, just kept smirking at you. “You’re wearing the same clothes as yesterday, too, you know!”

“So you have been checking me out.” He nodded a little, the smirk still on his face.

“Did you want me to help you with the TV or did you just wake me up to be a dick?”

“TV,” he grumbled, “but would it kill you to be polite once in a while?”

“Would it kill you to move out of the way so I can head downstairs?”

He furrowed his brows before he rolled his eyes and stepped to the side; “After you, princess,” he mocked. You left your bedroom and he followed you downstairs to where the perfectly functioning TV hung on the wall.

You hated the way Soldier Boy eyed you as you took the remote out from the cabinet beside the TV and turned it on.

“It seems to be working fine?” you said, wanting to take his attention off of your ass. “What were you trying to watch?”

“Uh…how bout you pick something for us?” he offered.

“Excuse me?” you practically scoffed.

“C’mon, sit down and watch with me,” he said. You turned around, expecting to see him sitting on the couch, but he was now standing about a yard away from you. “Butcher seems to be gone…” He took a step towards you. “We’ve got the whole house to ourselves…” Another step. “Why don’t we have some fun?” He reached out and lightly touched your cheek, traced down the side of your face, and tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Soldier Boy—”

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me,” he interrupted you. “I know your heart starts racing when I walk into a room, I know it beats even faster when I get close. I know you want me, don’t even try to fuckin’ deny it.”

“P-Please—”

“Oh, I like a woman who knows when to beg,” he chuckled lowly as he bent down to kiss you.

“Please don’t hurt me, please,” you said quickly, tears stinging your eyes as they threatened to fall. “I-I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch to you, I-I didn’t mean it! Please don’t kill me!”

“Kill you?” He stood up straight, pulling his hand up off your face and putting it up in defense. “Kill you?” There was a moment of silence as he intensely looked at your reaction to him getting so close. “You…You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

You nodded slightly, worried you might upset him as his face fell. He seemed almost saddened by the fact you didn’t want him near you.

“But…I’m a hero,” he scoffed slightly. “Why would you be scared of me?”

“Please don’t take it personally,” you said. “Just let me set up the TV for you and go back to my room…please?”

“You’re fuckin’ terrified right now, aren’t you?” he asked and again you nodded, again he scoffed.

“Can you blame me?” you asked. “I-If I rub you the wrong way you could snap my neck like a chicken bone without breaking a sweat.”

“But I…” He continued looking at you with confusion that seemed to be laced with curiosity. “I wouldn’t. I mean, I know I get angry sometimes but I’d never hurt you?”

“You wouldn’t be the first hero to turn on me,” you told him quietly. Soldier Boy paused and thought about what to do next. He’d never been in a situation like this before; standing alone with someone who was genuinely scared of him, someone that didn’t trust a hero like himself.

“Just uh… Just turn on a movie and you can go,” he said before he took a seat on the couch. “Another one from my time, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure,” you said; a small, forced smile on your lips. You found a movie you thought he’d like and pressed play for him before tossing the remote on the couch and leaving.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he called out, making you stop in your tracks. “I’m sorry you don’t trust me, but I need you to know that I’d never hurt you.”

“O-Okay, Soldier Boy,” you said before you hurried out of the room, up the stairs, and back into your room. “Billy Butcher I am going to fucking strangle you,” you mumbled to yourself.

**

“You’re up before noon,” Butcher remarked, seeing Soldier Boy in the living room. “And you got the TV workin’ on your own! Atta boy, gov’.”

“Actually, Y/n set it up for me,” Soldier Boy said.

Butcher sighed at that, “So, you’ve talked to her today then, huh?”

“Yeah, why?” the Supe asked before Butcher left to see you. 

He knocked lightly on your door before you opened it. 

“Hello—” Butcher started but a swift slap to the face shut him up pretty quickly.

“Fuck you, Butcher!”

“Did he hurt you?” Butcher asked, holding his cheek.

“No, but he almost fucking did, asshole! How dare you leave me alone with him like that!”

“Oh come off it! If you’re still in one piece then all’s well that ends well, am I right?” he said with a smirk and a shrug. 

“You ever do something like that again and I swear to god William!” You stared daggers at him.

“My ‘errand’ didn’t go as planned anyways, love,” he told you. “I’ve gotta figure out another way to find where they’re hiding Homelander.”

“Or whatever’s left of him,” you mumbled.

**

“Alright, I’m off,” Butcher announced, a full duffle bag in his hand as he headed to the door.

“What?” you exclaimed from the kitchen as you hurried to get between him and his destination. “What’re you talking about?”

“Everything okay?” Soldier Boy asked from the couch near the TV.

“Everything’s fine, gov’, you keep watching your movie,” Butcher said.

“Can I talk to you outside for a minute?” you asked Butcher, you didn’t want Soldier Boy to hear what you were about to say. 

“After you then, love,” Butcher obliged.

The second the door closed behind the two of you, you let him have it.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me here alone with him again, I cannot fucking take it!”

“It’ll only be for a little while, you’ll be fine!” Butcher said.

“Then let me come with you!”

“What, and leave the cunt here alone? He’ll burn the house down trying to make himself a fuckin’ sandwich,” Butcher exclaimed. “He needs a fuckin’ babysitter and that’s you.”

“Why me? Why can’t you call Hughie? Or Frenchie? Or, better than all of us combined, Kimiko?” you asked.

“Hughie’s outta state, Frenchie and Kimiko are both knee-deep in shit sussing out another lead on Homelander’s whereabouts.”

You sighed heavily, you saw his point but the thought of being trapped again made your stomach hurt; “Please don’t leave me alone with him, Butcher. You know how much he fucking terrifies me, and you know exactly why.”

“I’m sorry I gotta do this to you, love, but you know he’s our only shot at killin’ Homelander once and fucking for all.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Only a day or two.”

You again conceded, against your better judgment, and let Butcher leave you with Soldier Boy.

“What was that all about?” the Supe asked when you walked back into the house and locked the door. 

You forced a smile; “Nothing, Soldier Boy,” you said, “dinner will be ready soon.”

You didn’t know Soldier Boy heard everything you and Butcher had said.

**

“Looks great, toots.” Soldier Boy walked up behind you in the kitchen, not missing the flinch you threw when he got a little too close. 

“Thanks,” you mumbled. 

“You still that scared of me?” he asked, leaning on the counter and trying to get you to look up at him.

“If you can hear my heart, I’m sure you’ve got something that can smell my fear too.”

“I know I make your heart race, your breathing becomes slightly quicker when I get close, and I’ve noticed your pupils tend to change when you notice I’m next to you.”

“So why is my fear such a fuckin’ surprise, then?” you scoffed.

“I guess I didn’t realize it was fear making your heart race and your pupils dilate slightly.”

“What, you thought I was into you or something?” you asked half-heartedly before you looked over at him and realized that was exactly what he had thought. “Oh.”

“So, yeah, I was surprised when I realized you didn’t like havin’ me around,” he admitted. You almost felt guilty for a moment but it quickly disappeared as you remembered why you were scared of him in the first place. “Can you at least tell me why, though?” he asked as you shoveled his food onto a plate. “Why are you so scared of me? I get that I’m stronger than you but, no offense, isn’t Butcher too? Isn’t like… almost every man out there?”

“One, I trust Butcher. I’ve known him for years and he’s been nothing but good; he’s an asshole, sure, but he’s good when it counts. And two, I don’t spend time alone with ‘almost every man out there’ so that does not help your case at all.” You handed him the plate. “Here’s your food.”

“Thanks, dollface.” He took it from you and you started getting your own plate ready. He watched your every move and his brows knitted with confusion as he did so. 

“You can go sit down,” you told him. “You don’t need to watch me like a hawk.”

“I’m sorry, I’m just still tryin’ to figure you out I guess.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you scoffed.

“You know I’m a hero, right? I’m a superhero, and I would never hurt you?”

“Look, no offense, but the last time I trusted a Supe it really didn’t turn out well and I’m not gonna let myself give you even an inch of trust because you are even stronger than the last guy.”

“What happened? What’d he do?” Soldier Boy asked and you didn’t respond. “C’mon, you owe me that much! I’ve been nothing but good to you, yet you’re treating me like I did whatever this other Supe did to you!”

“I don’t owe you shit, Soldier Boy,” you snapped and you could’ve sworn you saw genuine hurt flash over his features. “If you must know, it was The Deep. I trusted him, let him be good to me, and it all blew up in my face in the most awful way I could’ve imagined.”

“I’m sorry, honey.” He reached out to touch your shoulder but you flinched away from him.

“Please, don’t touch me. I get that you’re trying to be sweet or whatever but please don’t. It’s not doing what you think it’s doing, Soldier Boy.”

He nodded and backed away slightly.

“My name’s Ben,” he told you. You looked at him with a sense of shock. “My real name’s Ben, you don’t have to say ‘Soldier Boy’ all the time, you can just say ‘Ben’.”

“Okay, Ben, while we’re on the topic of names, you could ease up on the ‘toot’s and ‘doll’s and ‘dollface’s and ‘honey’s and ‘sweetheart’s you know. Or at the very least stick to one pet name.”

He smiled at your honesty, hoping it was a sign you might be scared of him just a tad less.

“Think I’ll just stick to callin’ you sweetheart, then,” he replied.

“Thank god, I was really starting to hate dolls.”

That made him laugh deeply before he walked to the table and took his seat.

Don’t you fucking dare, you thought to yourself when you felt a feeling of almost-not-absolute-fear-and-disgust wash over you for a split second. 

**

“Look, I’m sorry, but—”

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed into the phone. “Butcher get the fucking hell back here!”

“I can’t, I’ve gotta spend another night over here. Apparently—”

“I don’t give a rat's ass why you have to stay, I am begging you to please get back here now!” Tears were stinging your eyes as your voice cracked.

“I’m sorry—”

“If he does anything to me, anything at all, I’ll never fucking forgive you for leaving me alone with him, Butcher. You understand me, William? Never!”

“He’s not gonna hurt you,” Butcher sighed. “Just keep your distance and be nice to him. He does have a bit of a temper, maybe he just needs to relieve some tension…”

“That’s not funny!” You gritted your teeth as a few tears slipped down your cheeks. “When are you getting back here?”

“A few more days,” he replied. 

Before he said another word you hung up on him, furious that he thought it was okay to leave you alone with Soldier Boy.

Though the Supe was in his own room upstairs, he still heard every word you said. He’d never admit it, but his heart clenched at the thought of how scared you were right now. 

**

It had been over a week since you’d seen him when Butcher finally got back with some new information on Homelander’s location. He had a plan to find the exact coordinates and he wasn’t going to let his morals get in the way.

“Well, well, you clean up nice,” Butcher commented when you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Shut up,” you grumbled. You were wearing a short royal blue dress with a deep v-neckline and almost no back, the silver heels and necklace tied the otherwise seemingly plain outfit together nicely. “If this stupid plan of yours gets me killed I’m gonna come back and haunt you for the rest of your fuckin’ life.”

“Wow,” Ben beamed when he walked out of his room and saw you standing in the hall with Butcher. “You look incredible, sweetheart.”

“I look like a damn hooker,” you said. 

“That’s the idea, love.” Butcher smirked.

**

A high-ranking Vought employee had been seen at a certain bar almost every night for the last two months and it was now your job to get him to trust you. If he trusted you enough, he would take you back to his place and you could find out any and all information he had on Homelander. 

The plan seemed simple enough, yet Ben seemed more anxious about the situation than you were. 

“Are you sure this is safe?” Soldier Boy asked when you were all seated in the van outside the bar.

“No, but if this helps us get Homelander then it’s safe enough,” you told him. 

“Besides, you’ll be in there with her,” Butcher reminded him. “And if you stay focused on keeping her safe, then I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“How ‘bout we come up with a code word or something?” Ben suggested as he put in the earpiece Butcher handed him. 

“How about ‘Soldier Boy’?” you said, Ben shook his head.

“And what happens if you need to say ‘Soldier Boy’ but you don’t need help?” he countered.

“How about…Ben?” You smiled a little when he nodded.

“I’ll be listening closely to the whole conversation, if you say ‘Ben’ I’ll come and get you outta there.”

“Sounds good.” 

“Alright,” Butcher interrupted, “Soldier Boy keep me updated and if all goes well, Y/n, we won’t be seeing you again til later tonight.” He winked obnoxiously.

“If this guy genuinely tries to sleep with me I’ll break his fuckin’ nose,” you said flatly. “Info or no info, I ain’t letting him see me naked.”

**

Ben had gone in about a minute before you did and found a nice spot near where he knew you’d be sitting with the target. The second you walked in his eyes were glued. He stayed true to his word and listened to every word you and the target said.

“This seat taken, handsome?” you asked the man who then smirked at you. 

“It is now,” he said. “And what’s your name, gorgeous?”

“Goldie,” you lied as you took your seat. “What’s yours?”

“Steven. Let me buy you a drink?” he offered and called the bartender over when you nodded. 

“Vodka martini,” you ordered. “So Steven, what do you do for work?”

“I work for Vought,” he said and you faked an impressed look. 

“No way!” you gasped. “Oh my god, do you know The Seven?”

“I do,” he said with a nod, clearly full of himself. 

“That is so cool,” you continued stroking his ego. You nodded in thanks when the bartender handed you your drink and you took a sip. “I’ve never met someone so important!”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asked, you nodded enthusiastically. He leaned over so he could whisper into your ear; “I’m actually in The Deep’s close, personal circle.”

Your eyes went wide for a split second before you got a hold of yourself and whispered back; “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” he said. “I could introduce you if you’d like.” You pulled away from him slightly but still tried your best to keep yourself calm.

“Oh, that’s alright,” you shook your head, “I’m sure he’s too busy for little old me.”

“I’m never too busy.” The voice behind you made your whole body tense up and Ben could tell you were in trouble. You hadn’t said the code word though and he knew both you and Butcher would be mad if he screwed up the mission.

“Butcher,” Ben said into the intercom attached to his jacket, “Deep’s here.”

Butcher paused for a moment before he answered; “Don’t freak out. Y/n can handle herself and unless she says ‘Ben’ you don’t make a move, you understand Soldier Boy?”

“Understood,” he replied.

“You know,” The Deep said, still standing behind you, “I’ve had my eye on you since you walked in here, gorgeous.”

“Y-You have?” you asked, wondering if he recognized you or if your face just blurred together with all the other women he had assaulted. You took another sip of the drink in your hand and continued to keep a close eye on it to make sure it didn’t get spiked.

“I have,” he replied. “Now, why don’t you let my friend Steven here show you a nice time, then take you back to my place at Vought Tower?”

“S-Sounds good,” you trembled. “I-I’ll see you later tonight then, Deep.” You took another, smaller sip.

“Wonderful,” he said before he bent down and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t wait to see this dress on my floor.” With that, he walked away and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Fish fucker’s left the building,” Ben told Butcher. “You gonna tail him or are we still focusing on Steven?”

“Stay focused on Steven, we can kill fish fucker another day,” Butcher said.

“So, you want another drink?” Steven asked you. “Or would you rather head over to the tower?”

“You know, I’d rather spend the night at your place, Steven.” You faked a sweet smile. 

“Really?” He raised a brow as a smirk returned to his face. “So, another drink, then?”

“How about I just let you take me home?” The moment you stood up you knew something was wrong. You instantly felt dizzy and sat back down. “Ben, help,” you whispered when you realized exactly what was happening. 

“Looks like we’re heading to the tower, Goldie,” Steven said. “Thanks as always, Pat.” He handed a couple hundreds to the bartender.

Ben came up behind Steven and pinned him against the bar with one hand, his other hand resting on the bar itself a few inches from where you were now slouched over.

“What the hell did you do to her, fuckface?” Ben seethed.

“I didn’t do anything! What’s your problem?” Steven yelled, drawing attention to the scene unfolding.

Ben took the back of the man’s head and brought it up half a foot before he slammed it back down onto the wood. 

“Tell me what you fuckin’ did or I’ll squish you like a bug,” Ben yelled as he applied more and more pressure to Steven’s head.

“Roofie!” Steven yelled. “Ask the bartender!”

“Ben don’t kill him,” Butcher told him through the earpiece. 

“He deserves to fuckin’ die, Butcher,” Ben replied.

“Yes he does but he still has information that we need. If you’ve gotta kill someone, kill the bartender who spiked the fuckin’ drink!”

Ben looked up from gravely injured Steven and saw the bartender cowering in the corner.

“Ben,” you whispered and reached out to touch the hand he still had on the counter. “Ben get me outta here.” His angered expression slowly faded as he looked down into your hooded eyes. “Please?”

“Yeah, I’ve got you,” Soldier Boy said before he quickly scooped you up in his arms and carefully kept your head resting on his shoulder. “Hey, barkeep,” he shouted and the man looked over at him. “Mark my words; no matter where you go or what you do I will find you and tear you limb from fucking limb for hurting her. Your days are fucking numbered.”

Ben hurried you out to the truck and sat you down on the seat next to his so you could lean on him if you wanted, or alternatively, you could lean against the window if you still didn’t want him touching you.

“Stay with her, I’m gonna go figure out how much they gave her and if we need to take her to the hospital,” Butcher told Soldier Boy before leaving.

“Ben,” you slurred, still barely able to open your eyes, “Ben what—what’d you do to me?”

“God fuckin’ damn it, Butcher,” he mumbled under his breath. He blamed Billy entirely for the operation going sideways and for you ending up in danger. “Fuck, you need to purge, sweetheart.” He positioned you so your head was hanging out the side door and stuck his fingers down your throat, ignoring your angered hits to his arms. “This is for your own good, stop fighting me.”

You hurled out the side door, Ben held onto you tightly and made sure you didn’t fall out or get hurt. 

“Please just let me go,” you whispered when he took his fingers out, satisfied with the amount of possibly deadly alcohol you were able to get out of your system.

“I know you’re scared right now, but I can’t let you go,” he told you. “I’m sorry.”

Butcher got back to the car pretty quickly, a worried expression on his face.

“How much did they give her?” Ben asked.

“Too fuckin’ much,” Butcher replied. “We’ve gotta make her puke it all up or she might not make it.”

**

You woke up on the couch to the sound of Butcher and Ben arguing in the kitchen, a splitting headache quickly made itself known when you opened your eyes fully.

“This is your fault, Butcher,” Soldier Boy yelled, “you and your stupid obsession to find Homelander. How dare you put her life at risk like that!”

“Hey I had the strongest man alive in there backing her up, so how the hell did you screw up so badly?”

There was a pause as you kept listing, a part of you was scared you’d start to hear punches being thrown.

Ben shook his head as he looked at his ‘boss’; “You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? She’s been scared outta her fuckin’ mind and yet you just keep on pushin’ her and pushin’ her. And for what? To kill a Supe that’s probably dead already? You know Homelander ain’t a threat since I fuckin’ burned him, yet you still put someone you say you care about in danger.”

“‘Scared outta her fuckin’ mind’?” Butcher scoffed. “What’re you on about?”

“I know she’s terrified of me,” Ben admitted. “I know that you know she is, too. And yet you keep leaving her alone with me, why? Just to make her life worse? To make her feel less safe than she already does?”

“You sayin’ she’s got a reason to be scared of you, then?” Butcher asked. “Thought you were supposed to be some kinda hero?”

“Of course I’d never hurt her! But I’m still a Supe and I know you hate Supe’s. There’s no way in hell you trust me at all or you wouldn’t have her babysitting me every time you leave the fuckin’ house. What I don’t get is why you’re so comfortable leaving her here with the strongest man in the world when you think I’m a fucking monster.” Ben walked over to the fridge and took a bottled water out before he grabbed a cup and left the kitchen.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said quietly as he entered the living room. “I know you’re up, do you want some water?”

“What happened?” you asked as he squatted on the floor in front of the couch and made eye contact with you.  

“We can fill you in later, you should probably drink,” he said and held out the two items in his hands. “Would you rather the bottle or a cup?”

“Bottle’s fine,” you replied and you slowly sat up, putting a hand to your head before you took the water from him.

“You need some Aspirin or something?” he asked. 

“I’m sure Butcher ‘ll bring me some,” you said, making Ben’s brows furrow a little before he nodded with realization.

“You still don’t trust me much, do you?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled before beginning to drink the water. “What am I wearing, by the way?” you asked and gestured to the dirty, large black tee you had on over the blue dress.

“Oh, uh,” he scratched the back of his neck nervously, “it was on the car floor, I think it’s Butcher’s. I put it on you when uh, when you were kinda out of it and… your boob might’ve kinda… popped outta your dress.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “I didn't… like I didn’t look or anything, I just saw the shirt and immediately put it over you.”

“Sure.” You nodded before you continued downing the bottled water.

“I’ll go get Butcher to bring you some painkillers,” Ben said before leaving the room.

**

You’d just gotten out of the shower and put on a new set of clean clothes when Butcher stopped you in the hall.

“How’s your head?” he asked.

“Better,” you replied flatly, still pretty frustrated with him.

“I’m sorry I was such an idiot,” he sighed, “I shoulda told Soldier Boy to get you hell outta there the second the fish fucker showed his ugly mug.”

“We needed intel on Homelander,” you reminded him. “My safety was just the price we had to pay.”

“And that was a fucked up currency for me to gamble with,” he said. “I’m sorry I’ve been so obsessed and I’m sorry for leaving you alone with Soldier Boy so much the past couple of weeks.”

You shrugged a little; “It’s no big deal.”

“I want you to know I’m done tryin’ to find Homelander.”

“Seriously?” Your eyes went wide and you furrowed your brows. 

“The cunt’s most likely down for the count anyway thanks to granny fucker downstairs and there are other Supes that are much bigger threats right now anyway. Like The Deep, for example, and the number of people he’s paying to help him get away with assaults like last night. I’ve been talking with Hughie and as it turns out, he’s already had his eye on a handful of other bartenders workin’ for fish dick.”

“So…what? You’re saying you’re gonna go back to your old job at Supe affairs and start hunting down these assholes in a more mentally-healthy way?” you asked.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

**

When you entered the living room you noticed Ben readjusting his position on the couch, as if to try and make himself appear less threatening.

“Hey,” you said quietly, a small smile on your lips as you sat down about two feet from him on the same couch.

“Hey,” he replied. “How’re you feeling?”

“Better.” You nodded. “You need help with the TV?” you asked, picking up the remote from where it sat on the coffee table in front of you.

“Yeah, thanks,” he replied. He watched you intently as you ‘worked your magic’ on the electronic contraption.

“I know I was completely at your mercy last night, Ben,” you said, focused on the TV and not looking over at him. “And I know you could’ve easily taken advantage of the fact I was out of it.”

“But I didn’t.”

“I know that, too.”

“But you still don’t trust me?”

“I want to,” you said. You reached out your left hand and gently placed it on his right one. He looked down at where your hands were touching and smiled softly. “I want to trust you, I just need time to get to know you.”

“You sayin’ you wanna get to know me?” he asked with a bit of a smirk before you nodded. The two of you stayed like that for a moment before Soldier Boy broke the silence; “So, where do we go from here?”

“How about we watch something together?” you suggested. 

“That sounds great, sweetheart.”

[girlietips]

Big sister advice school addition 📖🖋️📚

Here is the next installment of my big sister advice for academics.

School is easy if you just do the work you should know everything for the test.

There is no reason (except for literally terrible teaching) that you wouldn’t know the concepts for the test unless you didn’t do all the work assigned to you.

Obviously this doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t study or practice the skills but if you have no clue what could be on the test you didn’t do all the work.

But if you are struggling in the class there is no longer an optional assignment or an extra credit opportunity you aren’t going to do. Always do extra credit anyway because 102% before the final means you can relax for finals week. Plus the teacher will take note and you could probably get a letter of recommendation from them.

Having a predetermined homework time is the best thing you can do

No matter what do homework at that time. If you finished all the homework for the week do next weeks.

Mine were at 7am-9am (I work best first thing)on Monday and Friday and I had to work the entire time so I basically never had to work outside of those times except for studying and reading.

It only benefits you too be ahead.

If you have the ability (some courses are not laid out that way) to get ahead in work you should. Especially if you are given a list of all the assignments before hand.

It gives you the ability to take days off and knowing what the lecture is going to be on before you head in will help if you have a hard time focusing.

Even if it is just skimming the reading right before class it’ll help.

You are allowed to be disappointed in grades (even if they are still good grades)

This past term was the first term in college where I didn’t get a 4.0. I got an A- in chem and I literally was 5points away from an A. (Honestly a B would’ve been less devastating and I’m not being dramatic)

Even tho my gpa is perfectly fine I am allowed to be frustrated with myself because I know that that 5 points was easily attainable I just got lazy towards the end.

Don’t let people tell you you can’t be upset over a slightly low grade. But also don’t beat yourself up about it if you truly tried your hardest and did all you can do. There is a difference between a B where you worked for hours on end did all the assignments but the class is that difficult and a A- in an easy class but you allowed yourself to slack off. (Self call out lol)

But obviously don’t push this standard on other people cuz that’s rude. Even if you wouldn’t be happy with a B if your friend is celebrate celebrate with them. Don’t be a bitch

Be strategic in what classes you skip.

I am not going to be all high and mighty and say I never skip classes or try and tell you to go to every lecture no matter what. I barely showed up to my math class this term. But I still got an A because the class was assignment based and in a subject I can do in my sleep. I did all the homework and showed up for the tests and did great but if you can’t do that with a class don’t act like you can. Pick and choose your battles.

Never skip a class you struggle in!!!!!!

You never know when a teacher is going to say something that makes everything make sense. Or give you the best life hack ever.

Getting all your homework done before the weekend means you can have a social life.

If you want to have a good life/school balance you have to schedule when you complete things.

School should always come first so if you want to party that weekend you better finish everything by Friday.

Also not really school related but if you are gonna be a party girl in college (me too me too) don’t party everyday of the weekend!!!!!

It’s seriously unhealthy to consume alcohol like that consistently and guess what you can get burned out from too much partying just like you can get burned out from too much work. Even hot girls can be functional alcoholics and that’s not cute.

If you are going to make it an every weekend thing make sure it’s only one night. So you still have one day to recover from the party and one day to be productive!!! Obviously there are going to be some weekends (halloweekend) where people go out multiple days in a row and to that I say know your limits and be safe! Please please freshman don’t make halloweekend be the first time you drink!!!!

That’s all I have for school themed advice! Hope you all have great day!

Love you all Xoxo💋

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Sick creepypasta hcs

The illness got them :(

Genre: headcannons

Characters mentioned: ticci toby, kate the chaser, masky/tim, hoodie/brian, jeff the killer, jane the killer, clockwork, nina the killer, eyeless jack, ben drowned, sally

Desc: a hc list of how i think the pastas would act when they are sick (listen i wanted to do it idc if this doesn't get notes)

Cw: none

Enjoy!

Toby

is such a little bitch about it, sniffling and coughing like a frail victorian child

Hes a good sport about it though, he will make little jokes

“Tak-ke me out to the garden s-so i may feel the sun bef-fore i d-die,”

When he gets sick he gets sick BAD. He is miserable and restless, he can barely sleep

He will chug dayquill and nyquill in an attempt to get better quicker

This doesn't work

He makes people bring him things, choosing to quarantine in his room so he “keeps others safe” (so he can do nothing)

He doesn't get sick often, but that makes him feel even worse because he feels useless

He gets strep mostly, but he got covid once and thought that was the end of him

He gets super hot when sick so expect to see him shirtless and in gym shorts

Some of you freaks would like that. (Me too LMAO)

Kate

is sick all the time

She gets little colds at least once a month, and every once in a while she will get strep or even bronchitis

She always loses her voice when sick, but she doesn't want social interaction while sick so she doesn't mind

She is surprisingly functional while sick, still going on missions and doing basic tasks with ease

She kind of has to with how often shes sick

She chooses to watch movies or take nyquill to sleep, so nothing out of the ordinary

She gets over the colds quick but she will sometimes get an ear infection that brian has to take her to jack to get a forged prescription

She will bundle up and watch a show at night with a little snack to feel better

She has allergies to dust that flare up at times but she has those mostly under control with consistent use of zyrtec

Masky

Is also a complete whiner

He gets stomach flu quite often and also has a lot of chronic pain

He hates getting stomach flu because he cant smoke but it is what it is

He chooses to sleep on the couch while sick to “be closer to the bathroom” (he just wants to watch the big tv)

He is very self conscious about seeming weak but its hard not to give in to brians caretaking nature

He gets whatever he wants from brian. Gatorade? He will go to the store. Soup? Is homemade chicken noodle good?

(The gays make me sick /j)

He gets the cold sweats bad and has to be bundled up or else he turns the heat on

He usually gets sick for 3 days and is then fine again, he just has to power through it

He gets sweaty so he will walk around with a tank top and shorts much to brians amusement

Hoodie

he doesn't get sick too often, but when he does, its BAD

He will be out for WEEKS and be miserable the whole time.

He gets really bad ear and sinus infections and has to get help from jack or else he gets swimmers ear

He is also very prone to the flu

He is very insistent that he does NOT need help and that he is PERFECTLY FINE and tim has to take care of him and reassure him that he can take a little time off

He chooses to stay locked up in his room because he genuinely doesn't want the others to get sick

He chooses to read in his off time or make little paracord utility bracelets

He is MISERABLE and always gets back pain and muscle aches

Bad time to be brian

Jeff

SUCH A LITTLE SHIT

He doesn't get sick a lot, maybe 3 times a year with some sort of fever based illness

He makes everyone wait on him hand and foot

“Cmon, i dont ask for much, just get me a drink,”

He stays outside of his room on the couch so he can play video games still

Everyone gets sick because of him, he will leave his tissues on the coffee table and not care who picks them up. It's certainly not him.

He gets so pissy if someone doubts the severity of his sickness, not enough to do anything but he will take mental note of it for later

He wont sleep any more than usual but he will just stare blankly at the wall which is about the same

He is sure he is dying, but he gets over it in a week

Clockwork

Shes a mixed bag

She isnt whiny or anything, she just yo-yos between deathly ill and just sick

She has some sort of autoimmune disorder that makes her more prone to sickness and it doesnt help that her eye and mouth are constantly infected

She gets so sick that she cant move for WEEKS but she has to power through and only work on good days

She gets whatever is going around, stomach flu to bronchitis, everything gets her

Nina will bring her food and drinks if she cant get up but she tries to be self sufficient

She mainly sleeps or watches mtv on her rooms tv

She lives off advil and dayquill and it still isnt enough

She always has masks so that she wont get others sick (we love a considerate queen)

Nina

is a pathetic mess when sick

She doesn't get sick often but when she does she's dramatic as hell

She gets strep usually, she has to be careful in the fall when its going around

She doesn't get deathly ill or anything, she just likes the extra attention

She stays in the living room curled up in an arm chair with 8 million blankets

She will demand anything she craves until jane or clockwork gets it for her

She doesn't take any cough syrup because she really hates the taste, it makes her throw up

She gets bored easy and is ass at video games so she shops on amazon with her latest victims credit card

She also posts excessively on her social media aliases

Sleeps a ton, she is asleep for more time than shes awake when sick

Jack

doesnt get sick. Hes not human.

He is the makeshift doctor for the creepypastas so he knows how to keep the mansion sanitary

No one follows his advice

Lulu

She gets sick a normal amount, mainly around the cold months

She powers through the best she can while loopy on cough syrup

She definitely takes way too much cough syrup but she is trying to get over the worst part of sickness as best she can

She mainly gets colds with muscle cramps and weakness

She isolates herself as much as she can but ultimately she has responsibilities and she will do them without complaining

Shes such a trooper

She gets restless and tends to get insomnia while shes ill, which pisses her off to no end

She also gets infections in her eye sockets and they hurt like a bitch

She will complain endlessly about that, she cannot stand the feeling

She also gets hives easy so that's another thing she has to worry about

Poor lulu :(

Jane

You would never know she was sick

She powers through sickness like she isnt sick at all

She gets the sniffles pretty frequently as well as sinus headaches but she doesn't really get sick with anything else

She mainly takes care of the others when they are sick, so if she IS showing signs of being under the weather people jump to her aide

She is an advilmaxxing queen (i hate that i said that but here we are)

She lives off advil cold and sinus

The thing that bothers her the most is her seasonal allergies

OOH SHE HATES THOSE

She gets allergies from pollen so being in the forest during spring is a nightmare

She powers through but she goes through allergy meds like nobody's business

When she gets sick she craves ice (iron deficiency queen)

Ben

the only virus he gets is a computer virus (Laugh. Laugh please.)

Sally

she doesn't get sick either, shes a ghost

[littlestarbigsky]

i said i'd be back with headcanons so here they are.. these bitches have occupied every ounce of my brain power for the past two weeks lol

chronically ill bev🩵

- she's got a handful of things going on, someone sent in anemia and i rlly like that, im also thinking she has some kind of serious gastro-intestinal issue. i also think she has some form of alopecia, but she never tells anyone about that - with her stomach issues, she had to have a feeding tube placed at one point because her body literally couldn't tolerate food. she absolutely didn't want it and she fought it the whole time, but it wasn't a question of whether or not she wanted one, she would go into organ failure if they didn't get something in her - i also have this really sick and twisted hc that after she had her feeding tube placed, it still wasn't enough and they had to remove one of her kidneys to keep the other one from failing - with her anemia, she's always tired, always cold, and always has a headache, tylenol and ibuprofen are her best friends. she doesn't really have the issue of passing out when she stands up, but that's mostly because she's really good at managing it by now

marcia with tremors💚

- it started when she was little, i think she had some kind of speech impediment/stutter when she was in preschool/kindergarten, but grew out of it. however, when they started focusing on fine motor skills, she fell behind because she couldn't stop her hands from shaking. - she's not an angry or aggressive person, but her tremor is one of the only things that truly fills her with anger. when she was 8, she smashed a ceramic teapot on the floor because she kept spilling the tea at her stuffed animal tea party - she really has to put so much time into her school work because she's a perfectionist but her handwriting is messy because of how badly her hands shake, she spends hours on hours trying to keep her notes legible - her parents really don't get it... they try, by replacing all of their glassware with a nice plastic that won't break if marcia drops it, but they still get mad at her when she spills. they won't sit with her if it takes her longer to finish her food - speaking of marcia's parents, they stop going to doctor's appointments the minute she turns 18 because she can go by herself, and i always hc her parents to be pretty absent. marcia is just as much of a latchkey kid as two-bit, her house is just nicer

cherry with insomnia🩷

- cherry baby has not known a moment of peace once in her life !! from all the pressure her parents put on her to the way she's expected to be perfect at school (by her teachers, by her friends), she's so exhausted by all of it but still feels like she has no idea who she is.. and it keeps her up at night - i also hc that cherry was sick a lot as a baby (not like scary-hospital type sick, more like she had a bunch of ear infections/strep throat/little infections) but she never really learned proper sleep patterns when she was supposed to. - normally, she falls in this really frustrating middle ground where its hard for her to stay up all night becuase the tired only hits her at like 4-5am, but if she's in a bad season, she'll go 2-3 days without sleeping, functioning perfectly fine, maybe just a bit more emotional. - every now and then it's useful, like studying for finals, or when she and her friends miscalculate how long a drive home will take and she's still wide awake at midnight, but she's mostly - she learned to avoid sleepovers at a young age because she got tired of being the only one still awake at 3 in the morning. - and in true cherry fashion: she thinks it's her fault. she thinks that she should be able to just shut her brain off and not think the way she does, she makes herself so mad all the time over it.

trip with anxiety and an irregular heartbeat💙

- the funny(ish) thing about trip's irregular heartbeat is that it probably never would have been an issue if he wasn't such an anxious person... but bro is always worryin about somethin, so his heart is always havin problems - i imagine him with POTS, which wasn't recognized as a condition until the 1990's, but before then, it was categorized as an irregular heartbeat or anxiety - bro just rlly needs to drink more water or SOMETHIN bc he's definitely doing his best but if marcia or brill aren't actively refilling his water bottle and giving him gatorade, he's seeing stars every time he stands up - melvin and his parents are aware that it's an issue but he also never really talks about it so it doesn't become something he talks to a doctor about for a good while. by the time they actually see a doctor they're pretty sure it's gotten a lot worse - there has definitely been a night or two that he's been sent to the hospital after going too hard at football practice and they have to put him on a hydration drip to get him under control

brill with an eating disorder💚

- oh brill my baby.. tbh he just never properly understood the necessity of properly fueling his body, and he was constantly ridiculed by his parents for eating too much, not eating enough, so eventually he just stopped trying - 100% the type to think an espresso shot in the morning counts as breakfast (thank god they didn't have redbull bc this boy would singlehandedly keep that entire company running) - another rlly important bit with brill is that he is so wrapped up in taking care of bev that he forgets that he needs food and water. he would be spoon feeding her applesauce because he hasn't seen her eat in three days but he hasn't eaten in that time either - he is constantly being strong for everyone around him and doesn't realize that he's crashing until it's really bad. he'll lose weight over the winter and spring and not notice until they're going swimming that summer and suddenly, "oh shit, where did half my body weight go?" - basically, he doesn't mean to, but it's still a problem

[richarlotte]

Hair Removal Methods.

I was heavily inspired by a post I found on Reddit when making this post. I haven’t seen too many posts about hair removal methods on Tumblr, and I have quite a few asks in my inbox about that, so it made sense for me to make a small guide with tips, methods, and recommendations. If you want more information, product names, my sugar wax recipe, or just recommendations, please don’t hesitate to send me an email or just comment below for me to respond.

Shaving.

Cost: $

Speed: Average

Smoothness: Average

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* Always buy men’s razors. They usually come with  sharper blades that don’t clog as much as the blades on women’s razors.

* I only shave using hot water and when I’m in the shower. The hot water softens the hair and makes it easy to remove, and the flow of the water prevents my razor from clogging.

* The direction you shave is important. If you shave against the grain (the direction opposite the hair points), you can get a closer shave, but you risk ingrown hairs. Shave with the grain on sensitive areas and do multiple passes if needed.

* I personally use shaving cream from EOS and products from Topicals to lessen ingrown hairs and clear up dark marks. Shaving isn’t my preferred method or hair removal, but when I’m in a rush, it gets the job done.

Best for your whole body, especially large and flat areas like your arms and legs. It's cheap and effective but often time consuming. If you want to maintain a perfectly smooth body, you’ll have to shave or touch up at least twice a week.

Nair/Chemical Removal.

Cost: $

Speed: Medium

Smoothness: Smooth

Discomfort: Low

Tips/Methods:

* There are many brands but the basic idea is you apply the cream to your skin, wait 5-10 minutes while the hair “melts" off your body, then you wipe it off. You’ll definitely need to shower after using Nair to remove any excess cream and to avoid burning your skin. I would say this is mandatory unless your specific brand says otherwise.

* The process will probably smell pretty bad. You'll want to wipe the cream and hair off with something disposable to avoid ruining your regular towels. I personally use tissue, you can use anything easily accessible.

* PATCH TEST BEFORE USE. These creams and powders are made from very really strong chemicals and can absolutely mess you up if you aren't careful. Everyone's skin is different, so put a little on your arm first, see how it reacts, then use it on a larger area.

Best For: Armpits and pubic hair. I find these creams are best at getting hard to reach or uneven surfaces that your razor might struggle with. This is also a good option if you are in a hurry or don't have the option to try the options below.

Epilation.

Cost: $$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Epilators look kind of like foil shavers you'd use for your face, but the end has a roller with tiny clamps that essentially grab hairs and pull them out.

* Personally I think these hurt like a bitch, especially the first time you use them. You can definitely feel each individual hair get pulled out of your skin.

* The main benefit of an epilator (and waxing, discussed below) is that you're pulling the entire hair out, root and all. This means hair in that area will grow back significantly slower than shaving. It also means that if you're willing to commit to a routine, each future use with the epilator will be less painful.

* I highly recommend icing the area before and after to avoid swelling. That being said, the area needs to be completely dry for the device to work.

* Epilator performance has always been pretty hit and miss for me. They're good at getting coarse hair, but will struggle to get fine or short strands. Again, you will likely need to make a shaving pass to clean up anything left behind.

* Additionally, if your hair is too thick or the surface is too uneven, the epilator can get tangled and stop functioning leading to a super painful situation. As with any of these tips, definitely test on a small area and see how it performs for you so you can get a feel for the length/thickness your device can handle.

Best For: Flat smooth surfaces, primarily your arms, legs, and torso. Some people really love epilation, others don’t. I think epilation is an acquired taste and it’s not my favorite method.

Waxing.

Cost: $$ to $$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: High

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* When you need to get 100% smooth there is no substitute. I love the way my body feels after waxing or sugaring and it’s what works best for me.

* I'll do my best here as a general overview but please watch some video guides before attempting this. I'll cover the two most common options I have experience with: soft wax, sugaring, and hard wax.

* Soft Wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin, then bandage strips are applied over. Once the wax cools, the strips are pulled off, taking the hair with them. This method is probably what you've seen in movies. They're good for getting rid of finer hairs, but unlike hard wax, you risk taking off your skin if you do it wrong. If you're trying waxing at home (especially for the first time), avoid this option. Despite the name, hard wax is actually much safer and what I recommend

* Hard wax: Hot wax is applied to the skin. Once it hardens, you peel the wax off by itself, taking hair with it. Since hard wax only bonds to hair and not skin it's a much safer option for beginners and does just as good a job removing hair as soft wax. This is what I use when I don’t have time to make my sugaring solution and I've never looked back.

* Wax is warmed in a... wax warmer! It's a little pot with a heating element, kind of like a croc pot. Hard waxes come in pellets that you dump in, soft waxes usually come with their own container that pops into the unit. Look for a wax warmer that can adjust the temp, not just an on/off switch. Most but not all have this feature. Each wax brand is different so you'll need more/less heat to melt it correctly, especially if you're doing a longer session where the wax can begin to solidify in the pot.

* Popsicle sticks are a cheap, effective way to apply wax. You'll want something disposable as it can get quite messy.

* Waxing, like epilators, will slow down your hair growth. This means the more you do it in the same area the less hair will grow back, and the less painful each subsequent application will be.

* Your hair needs to be a certain length for the wax to catch, so check your brand and plan accordingly. My professional technician has mentioned 1/4th inch is a good guideline for when to start waxing.

* As with every method on this list, please test on a small part of your body first. The wax will be quite hot (like getting into a hot bath) but not so much that it burns your skin.

Best For: any area you want super smooth or silky.

Laser Hair Removal.

Cost: $$$$

Speed: Slow

Smoothness: Depends.

Discomfort: High

Tips/Methods:

* Getting started will take some time and effort. You have to set up a consultation beforehand before even scheduling a session where you'll talk to the professional, ask any questions, then work out your plan.

* Laser hair removal is a process over time, not a one and done. Considering each session can cost hundreds of dollars, we are talking a huge investment. It cost me $800 over 4 sessions just for a small area on my lower body. For larger areas, we could be talking thousands!

* On that note, the total cost is going to vary a ton. Not only will each area be priced differently, but most places require you to book multiple sessions in a row or packages of X sessions you can choose to use over a year.

* The pigment of your skin matters a lot. Generally speaking the darker your skin the harder/less effective the process will be. There are different types of lasers available that may make this irrelevant but you'll definitely want to do your homework.

Final Thoughts.

What matters most is time. If you have the time to wax or shave your whole body, go to a professional for laser hair removal or pro waxing, or epilate yourself, then you’ll have much better results than someone who rushes through everything. Learning, investing in quality products, and then actually investing time into the hair removal process will get you closer to where you want to be without wasting as much time or money as you would leaping in blind or with no effort.

Richarlotte x

[plaidos]

wait sorry just to be clear, the post abt 'calling a transmasc a bitch isn't misgendering even if he says it is' is just mockery of the transmisogynistic people who go like 'all i said was 'dude come on', i use the word dude like that all the time, even with cis women, it's not a gendered term, i wasn't even addressing you directly it's just a general term people use in casual conversation, it's not like i referred to you as 'A dude' i just said 'dude' generally so it's not misgendering lololol get over it'. right? not smth you actually believe? i'm assuming it is a joke bc it's exactly the same argument those idiots make just with the genders swapped. i'm just quite bad at detecting sarcasm so i wanted to make sure. i know assholes like to 'discourse' (read: be transmisogynistic) any time the 'dude' thing gets brought up so if u don't want to answer directly it's fine if u jsut make a post along the lines of like 'anon, you are correct/not correct'. since just anon is kinda vague maybe like (thinks of a random animal) 'dolphin anon'. or idk 'anon #123'. i'd be a bit troubled if u actually believe what u said but it's also not the hugest deal, i'd find it kinda gross that ur comfortable doing that with someone who specifically asks u not to use a 'gendered but sometimes used neutrally' term w them. i'd ask u to consider that the word bitch in the way u described functions p much exactly the same as the way ppl often use the term dude, and just bc it's not 'intended' to be gendered doesnt make it not misgendering. like it's as disingenuous as the argument ppl make about the word dude. but tbh even tho i think believing that sucks it's also not like as serious as the dude thing bc it's not like there's a bunch of ppl calling transmascs 'bitch' specifically to harass them. misgendering a transmasc is still rude but it's not as bad as insane transmisogyny lol. obviously if it was a joke/mockery then u already know all this sorry. anyways yeah sorry i have no interest in 'starting shit' or w/e i'm just trying to confirm if it was a joke or not bc my gut says it is, but it's also something that's not impossible for someone to believe and i tend to be bad at discerning these things correctly so i wanted to check. regardless, thanks for ur time and have a nice day.

let me make this perfectly clear:

i think it is noble & honourable to be compared to a woman, and disgusting and abhorrent to be compared to a man.

slightly more serious answer: the word “bitch” is a misogynistic insult. the word “dude” is a masculine word that is not an insult. in general, men are upset at being called “bitch” because it is considered degrading for a man to be like a woman. women are upset at being called “dude” because it asserts that male is the gender neutral default. i am not actually trying to say that bitch is a totally genderless word, that would be nonsensical. but we are not asserting that women are the default when we use “bitch” in a gender-neutral way, are we? there’s an obvious difference here.

similarly, i will — and have — bend to any and every transmascs’ requests to not call them “girl” the way i do everybody — “hey girl” “be serious with me girl”, but i won’t bend to their requests to not refer to a group of people as “ladies” or “girls” (no matter if there are any girls there or not, the way people say “guys” or “men”). you can say “And Coleman” if you care that much and i’ll even affirm it for you. And Coleman. I respect you.

i’m gonna finish this off with: this relationship between transmascs and transfems is not equal as it stands. the english language is already leaning more towards you than us. you’re going to have to put up with us demanding more space. after all, you’re taking up ours.

[patrickispinky]

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

Pt.10

Warnings: Talk of drugs/Drug use. Possible smut in the future. A lot of plot. EXTREME Canon divergence. Before Maddies time. Set in 2022. Graphic description of drug use. Depressive episodes. Allusion to alcohol abuse. Allusion to self harm.

(A/n: Were gonna ignore how long this took me to finish.)

1.1k words

Pt.9

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You could hear the pattering of rain hitting the ground outside. The scent of wet grass filled your nose, creating an odd sense of comfort. Your legs hung off the side of the bed as you laid on it horizontally. Some cartoon playing on your laptop that you couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention to. Hell you could barely bring yourself to put it on earlier but the worried looks from your brother every time he checked on you started to weigh too heavy on your chest. At least now it looked like you weren't just drawing in your own head. 

Every single one of your bones ached from the sickening stillness. Only moving occasionally to inhale fruit flavored vapor from the man made device you depended on to save your last bit of sanity. Everything felt dull, like the life had been sucked out of you, leaving you as nothing but a ghost. 

Two broken in half chopsticks were tied to the front and back of your right ring and middle finger with duct tape. Your knuckles were busted and almost your entire hand was bruised. Your brother had helped patch you up the week prior after many failed attempts to try to get you to go to the hospital. 

Your phone rang for the millionth time, the name ‘Mad Mags’ popping up on the screen. She was worried, you could tell from the back to back calls. Bubba probably told her what was going on, she’d always been one to worry. 

Guilt hung heavy in your chest, you knew she understood but knowing she's thinking about you, just wanting you to get better, hurt. You’d give anything to be different, to not feel this way. You didn’t understand it, why your brain was wired this way, why everyone else functioned perfectly fine but you were falling apart bit by bit and everytime you just had to pick up the pieces and try to mush them back together until you couldn’t recognize yourself anymore because everythings out of place. 

Nothing even feels real anymore. Iifes just a game and you were never taught the rules. No one gave you a cheat code to make this shit easier, to give you the slightest chance of winning. You were doomed by the narrative. 

You look over at your side table, opening up the top drawer. You moved the notebooks and pens scattered to get to the only thing that helped. A pint of vodka, weed, and your fist ever vice, a razor blade but there was something else there, something that you were supposed to throw away, a little pill. Josh had told you it was a percocet, either way what did it matter? You’re in your room alone. What's the worst that can happen? You’re either gonna get really high or black out. Win win situation. 

Your shaky hands grab the pill and the vodka, popping it in your mouth before you could give yourself time to think and back out then you took a swig of vodka, feeling the intense burn hit your tonsils as it washed the pill down. Now the only thing left was to wait and see what happens. 

-  (“1 fish, 2 fish, this flashbacks been too long bitch” - My Brother, 2024)

The school bell rang, it was the first day back from winter break. You were honestly glad, your spot on the field was starting to feel lonely, especially because Wally didn’t come visit you last night. It’s honestly kinda pathetic how much you enjoy that boy's company. He’s a total stranger yet he feels familiar. 

You could hear faint footsteps in the distance. You looked over to see a boy you knew, Axle, you’d bought some stuff from him a few times. He was walking towards you before he stopped, seemingly waiting for someone. You didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what's about to happen. 

You saw another boy walking over to him and without a second thought you got up. The other boy had something in his hand, as you got closer you noticed it was money so you ran. Standing right beside them as Axle went to make the play, as soon as you saw him grab the baggie out his pocket you grabbed it. 

You examined the baggie as both boys walked away. 5 pills, looked like Molly. You slipped the baggie in your pocket and looked around to make sure no one saw you, well at least to make sure no one dead saw you. No one was even around so without a second thought you started running toward the school. You had one mission, get a card out of someone's wallet.

Nothing else mattered in that moment, you just needed the pain to stop.

You bolted to calculus, practically slamming the door open. Mags was sitting by the widow in the middle row, she always kept a minnie backpack on her with all her personal belongings. You reached under her chair, grabbing her Juicy Couture bag you bought her one year for her birthday. You opened it, unzipping the little pocket that contained her wallet. You reached in, grabbing her license.

“Sorry Mags.” You slipped the card into your back pocket, giving her a failed attempt at a side hug before leaving.

You walked to the teachers lounge, knowing it would be empty by now. The door was always unlocked. You took the bag out of your pocket, gabbing one pill and placing it on the table with all the papers and pens. You used the card to crush the pill and made three even lines. You leaned down, covering one nostril as you used the other one to inhale each line. The sweet powdery taste filled your mouth almost instantly.

You walked over to the couch and plopped down. Within minutes you felt lighter. All of a sudden this deep dark hell you’ve been living in felt normal. No voices or pain, just absolute peace. For the first time in a long time everything felt like it was gonna be okay.

-

Charley had just got back from group, deciding to grab a snack from the teacher's lounge. What he didn’t expect to see was you. He hadn’t even opened the door, he saw you through the window, sprawled out on the couch. 

“What the hell?” He eyed you for a few minutes before turning and walking to the library where Wally and Rhonda were arguing over a bag of chips. “Guys!” Charley sounded kinda panicked, his town making the twos heads snap up. “She’s awake.” They all looked at each other, a mix of shock and confusion.

“Where is she?” Wally stood up.

“Teachers lounge.” Without another word Wally bolted. He needed answers 

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[prettyboykatsuki]

Ariiiii help 🥺 I feel like you’re knowledgeable about computers, at least a lil’ bit? And you’re a bit of a gamer? (More than me at least lol)

I have this old-as-time-itself-MacBook Air that runs only on nothing but hopes and dreams, I’ve had it since 2018 when I got it (new) in high school and then I bought it for like. Barely $100 when I graduated. Anywho. I haven’t been able to update the software since like 2022 because the update itself takes too much space lol so I desperately need a new one. It can barely handle Spotify, EA and The Sims 4

My pipe dream is to have a (preferably) laptop (but if it’s impossible, a desktop will do) that can handle Spotify, TS4, Bg3, Sdv, Rdr2, Minecraft and like. Some type of music writing program. That DOESN’T cost like a million bucks because I am but a young adult on a budget with enough student loans to scare off my will to live. Which maybe isn’t a lot but it seems like too much for my life 😭

Do you have any tips? All my friends are console gamers and know like fuck all about computers and I feel like if I go to a store and ask they’re gonna try to make me buy something more expensive than I really need. My budget is like $600 but I’d be willing to go over a little bit if there’s a significant difference between a few options. And I’d prefer anything but Apple lol

I’m reallllllly not a tech whiz so this is going out on a whim. You don’t have to answer this but if you do I’ll be really grateful ❤️ Hope you’ll have a wonderful day/evening/night, wherever you are 🥰🕺

i'll keep it a buck with you now and say finding a laptop with the specs you are hoping for (i.e. the bare minimum specs for bg3 / rdr2) is probably going to cost you minimum 700 dollars. also trust i would never in my life recommend an apple laptop to anyone haopsdkjsdk

ts4 and all the other games listed + programs listed are doable but bg3 is an enormous game with extremely high detail graphics and absolute bitch to run. you have a better chance with normal desktop pc imo if you're really adamant on that game specifically. assuming you want the bare minimum specs

i have this post here about gaming specs that you may find helpful but that is for more modern games. if you want a laptop with good specs within in your budget u have to watch out for sales

i think this laptop is probably your best option for now. it's on sale so if you can get it Right Now - it will meet all your requirements and be within budget

pros - meets all of your needs, within price range, good storage and good graphics

cons - low ram which can effect game performance but is absolutely functional for daily use and less intensive games. will be able to run those modern games as well but you may experience lag / performance issues.

i think another good one is this laptop by asus. you want to prioritize half-decent ram for shelf-life, you may have to give up on graphics. it will handle basic gaming perfectly fine (sdv, ts4, minecraft) but you'll have issues w more recent titles. but it doesn't fall like... crazy out of budget at around 650. best buy often has sales so if you wait i think you can get it for less.

pros - more ram, runs smoother, decent graphics, plenty of storage

cons - less involved graphics which will make it hard to play newer titles.

i think your best option that is more expensive is this msi laptop. it meets all of your requirements and has the recommended specs for pretty much any more recent titles. the main different between this and the first laptop i recommend is that the ram is a lot higher which will absolutely impact performance. 8gb is standard for daily use and light gaming but 16gb is much higher and is a significant increase. you'll have a much higher quality of life if that makes sense

pros - more ram, good storage, good graphics, runs smoothly

cons - most costly of the three.

i can make a separate post around desktop but assuming you are hoping to use this in your daily life - a laptop is more practical.

for me personally, i prioritize ram because that is the most impactful to your computers performance and for me what is most important. it impacts your ability to do more than one thing at a time which is crucial to me both as a writer and a programmer

for any laptop you will buy there are 3 basic things to lookout for: processor, ram, storage.

for processors i avoid intel because they've had a huge issue with basically imploding in the last few years. i recommend amd5 at minimum. everything above that is also good (amd7 or amd9). if you're set on intel, i7 or i9 processors are best.

for ram - i really, really recommend at least 12gb. 8gb is the absolute minimum for a half-functional device. absolutely no less than 8 otherwise your computer will be so slow and hard to use. but i prioritize ram bc my computer running slow is literally smth that makes me feel like a super villain lmao. my current laptop has 32gbs bc its so serious to me

for storage - as high as possible. if you're prioritizing daily use over gaming, you can get away with less storage but if you want to play games locally - 512 is best for quality of life

graphics can get very tricky. the main difference between a gaming laptop and a daily use laptop are the graphics. modern games require a lot more indepth graphics.

if you're set on playing games - go with the first or third option. if you're more concerned about longevity and performance, the second or third is best.

overall, i do think the msi is well worth your money and will be a good investment. that being said, all of the other options i listed will also meet your needs. figure out what you prioritize and decide from there.

if you have any other questions, let me know!

[jerk-bitch-idjit-assbutt]

How to Fix Ilvermorny

Issue: 

One School for ALL of America??

Fix:

A seperate school for each state. (more detail under the cut, i've put too much thought into this)

Ilvermorny STARTED OUT as a single school is Massachusetts, founded by Morigan and her family. At the time (1620) this was perfectly fine. “America” was still just the 13 colonies. Which is still pretty large and could have likely used a few more schools to manage well, I imagine a witch from Ireland wouldn't have really thought of that. Especially since she canonically didn't intend to found a wizarding school from the get-go. She was just trying to teach her sons. Other little wizards and witches slowly made their way there, and she decided to try her hand at teaching them too, and the school grew from there. 

Now, as America grew in size and population… One school ain’t gonna cut it for long. I’m sure we’ve all seen the maps that compare the size of the UK to the size of the US. (If you haven't, look it up, its pretty funny. Texas alone is bigger than the whole country.) The expansion didn’t happen overnight, but i imagine at some point the Ilvermorny staff would have had an “oh fuck” moment, having way too many students and way too little space, and they needed a solution FAST.

My solution? Ilvermorny School of Magic is one school, technically. One curriculum, one main campus, one overarching school leadership. However, every state (other than Massechusets, which is where the main campus is located) has it’s own satellite school or branch campus. Idk which term is more accurate. Essentially, every american wizard goes to Ilvermorny. It’s just “Ilvermorny of Pennsylvania,” “Ilvermorny of Texas,” “Ilvermorny of Washington,” etc etc. All of these schools function basically the same with only a few minor differences based on the cultures of where their from. They all have the same four houses, mostly the same structure, the same general curriculum and content. 

This solution also allows for worldbuilding that would further differentiate American wizarding society from British wizarding society (because i’ve always felt a little iffy on how it kinda seemed like the US corner of the wizarding world was just a british author being like “haha look at the americans trying to copy us cause we’re cooler,” yknow?) 

FOR EXAMPLE

Quidditch is still a big thing here, yeah? I think thats a pretty agreed upon fandom thing. (I’m also playing around with maybe we gave it a different name, to mirror the “soccer/football” divide lol, but for now lets call it Quidditch for ease.) Every state school has it’s own Quidditch team, and rather than playing against the other houses, you play against the other schools. Which means… y’all know how the South treats college football? 

Yeah. When Quidditch season starts, we are invested. We are locked in. Oh, your kid made the school Quidditch team? You’re bragging about that shit. You’re traveling to all the games. I don't care if their playing in Alaska, you’re going. Your kid didn't make the team? Doesn't matter! You’re still so fucking invested. Signs in the front yard, foam fingers, jerseys, posters, bitching about how the ref must have been blind because how in the world did Ilvermorny Illinois beat Ilvermorny Georgia? There are rivalries, too, and they are INTENSE. And they 100% mirror the state rivalries that already exist in muggle US culture. (And yes, i’m using muggle instead of no-maj. Cause no-maj sounds dumb as hell.)

ALSO

The size and prestige of each Ilvermorny campus depends solely on the population (and general wealth) of the state that they are in. California has a gigantic school that is practically it’s own fucking town at this point. Rhode Island, on the other hand? They pretty much only have their own school for principles sake, they could probably have been looped into Ilvermorny Connecticut or Ilvermory Massechusettes without causing too much of a problem. But if every other state gets their own, Rhode Island kind of has to as well. This also means theres totally conversations that happen when you meet someone from another Ilvermorny that’s just comparing campuses. Like you’re telling me you had Three whole quidditch pitches?! And how many students per graduating class?? Jesus. (Think the conversation you have between small town kids and big city kids.)

(There was also definitely some fucked-up complications when segregation and “separate but equal” happened, but i dont want to get into the politics of it all, that’s a whole different post that someone with more knowledge can make.)

Anyways, that’s my two cents. I have more ideas, more issues with Ilvermorny that i want to find ways to fix and flesh out, but this post in long enough already.

[pink-slay]

I fight many battles lying down or crunched up in my bed. Me and my heart duvet cover from urban outfitters side by side because the one I had before ceased to function after all its beautiful visible mending was shredded by my powerchair. I think about how many times the space that surrounds me is physically gross, covered in crumbs or old socks with little sweat from my legs with damaged innervation. Old gatorade bottles and juice boxes and superglue beyond the borders of the plastic seams and the crumbs, oh the crumbs, they overtake.

However, my struggle to survive like this is not the struggle I want to speak of today, no. Today I struggle with executive dysfunction and a sinking feeling that nothing will ever be enough. I will end up having missed the maximum amount of labs that you can without failing the class automatically, and I grapple with what that says about me as a person, and I need to fight this internalized ableism, I know. However, it is hard to see yourself in a glowing light when it will always be dimmed by the expectations of others. I have a paper to write and questions to answer and doctor's notes to obtain and sleep to get and teeth that should be brushed so much more, and I am met with this internal stop. Something that is telling me I cannot move forward because I have limits.

This internal turmoil lingers inside of me as it feels like each piece of me is examined for its flaws, trying to optimize this hellscape of my own creation. But on the outside.. it just looks like a girl in a bed. And I'm not a girl, but I feel so demeaned by all that looms around me that disregarding my gender would be an expected blow to the psyche. I feel so demeaned by all that looms around me that I try to write out the agony in sitting up in this crunched position because that is normal and fine and EVERYTHING is JUST FINE.

But the thing is that today I feel like I'm floating outside of myself for the better while sitting soundly and grounded in my own soul because,,,, Lorde's album came out today and it feels like my story is ready to be rewritten or rather.... continued.

It encapsulates feelings of self loathing and love and redemption and collapse. You could take it like a pill and swallow it because it is perfectly condensed, but if you care, it has the power to explode your world into the most beautiful of pieces, give you goosebumps, remind you of the wind that always seems to embody your spirit.

So I have about 12 hours to learn a shit ton of chemistry and try to write a lab report and think about doctors and illness and chaos and hell, HELL.

But it doesn't really matter, because a little under four years ago today I listened to Lorde in one of the darkest corners of my life, solar power, oceanic feeling, specifically, the song that saved my life over and over again.

So as I return to a state of levitating outside and within myself from Lorde's new album, I swim in waters that would drown so many other bitches ("If she could see me now" Lorde)

[satancopilotsmytardis]

trick or treat? :3

all the other hcs have been sooooo fun

Thank you!

Tomura and Dabi should both be little fashion divas, as a treat. Dabi's clothes for a long time were just whatever he could get because he didn't have much, but he did grow up well-off, so he would know about picking classic attire of a high quality that can always look good and last a long time. BUT he's a counterculture bitch (affectionate) which is part of the reason he gravitates towards classics like good leather that has been through shit, but just needs a good cleaning to be perfectly functional again. Tomura wasn't really allowed to give a shit about his fashion growing up because AFO made all of the decisions about stuff like that, and simple clothes ended up being his everyday wear because AFO still didn't care that much. His red shoes were the only thing he got to pick out for himself. But when AFO was gone and they had PLF money, he immediately started buying different clothes, trying out different things for his future costume, and developing a very clear sense of style for himself because he likes that he has the freedom to do this.

This has resulted in both of them taking way too much pleasure getting to dress each other up like dolls, but they're both having fun so it's fine.

[dustinheaven059]

HELLO. YES. I AM COMPLETELY SANE, THANK YOU FOR ASKING.

FUCK YOU SOCIAL SERVICES. FUCK YOU THREE TIMES AND SIDEWAYS.

I JUST GOT THE “GREAT” NEWS THAT I HAVE ANOTHER APPOINTMENT WITH MY PSYCHIATRIST ON JUNE 26TH. YEAH. AWESOME. LOVE THAT FOR ME. TOTALLY NEEDED THAT RIGHT NOW.

MEANWHILE I’M OUT HERE SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUSTING EMOTIONALLY, LASHING OUT AT PEOPLE AND EVEN ATTACKING OUT OF MY SHITTY ANGER ISSUES, COLLAPSING INTO BPD EMPTY DEPRESSIVE EPISODES, AND THEY DECIDE NOW IS THE TIME TO “CHECK IN.”

YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO THIS IN DECEMBER. DECEMBER!!! NOT JUNE WHEN EVERYTHING IS ALREADY IN FLAMES. WHO LOOKED AT THE TIMELINE OF MY LIFE AND SAID “YEAH, LET’S RUIN THIS MONTH TOO FOR THIS STUPID BITCH”?

AND OF COURSE I CAN’T EVEN SKIP IT BECAUSE IT’S SOCIAL SERVICES AND ---SURPRISE! IF YOU DON'T KNOW--- COURT ORDER.

I AM FINE. I AM SO NORMAL. I AM THE FINEST, CALMEST AND MOST TRANQUIL BITCH KNOWN TO THIS CENTURY IN FACT. I AM A PERFECTLY FUNCTIONING PERSON WHO JUST HAPPENS TO BE SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS AND THROWING A METAPHORICAL CHAIR AT THE SYSTEM AND HAS SUICIDAL THOUGHTS THEY DIDN'T EVEN TELL TO THEIR PSYCHIATRIST.

(But, then again, motherfucker doesn't even know the %1 of this bullshit going on)

YET I AM PERFECTLY ACCEPTABLE FOR SOCIETY. TRUST. I SWEAR.

THIS IS FINE. EVERYTHING IS FINE. I AM FINE. DID I MENTION I’M FINE? BECAUSE I’M FINE.

SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE.

[cloudninetonine]

Imagine Guide appeared with acrylics on. Like it’s the prettiest set, probably got it done recently, and it’s def something that looks so slay. And the Chain just thinks it’s their natural nail length but painted (I personally have my nails at full short 😗✌️ anything longer and it feels like I can’t function)

SO IMAGINE THE REACTION WHEN A NAIL FALLS. Like Guide is just “oh” and picks up their acrylic nail all casually but the boys are HORRIFIED. Bc!!! That’s your nail!!! Nails shouldn’t fall off like that!!! You should be bleeding and in agony!! Why aren’t you??

Like thank god it’s FAKE but the panic must have been amusing and sweet. Like thank you for worrying but also that’s so funny that it popped off. It just means there’s no nail glue… UNLESS GUIDE HAS SOME??

It’d be super funny if Dink appeared and he sees that their acrylic is GONE. Just on the floor all bedazzled. I’m sure he’d get gruesome with it but it’d be more fun if he’s a normal person and gets squeamish at nail injury stuff— I know I fuckin’ do.

But also also! FINGER GUARDS?? Have you SEEN finger nail guards?? Those are like fashionable weapons. Just sharp metals and Guide can scratch a bitch with it. Anyways TEEHEE this all started because I have acrylics on and one popped off 🫶 HAVE A GOOD DAAAAAY

I've always wanted to get my nails done and this is just furthering this want ANYWAY-

THE BOYS CRINGING IN PAIN SEEING PLAYER'S NAIL POP OFF BECAUSE THEY KNOW IT HURTS AND IT CONFUSES THEM AT PLAYER'S REACTION. LIKE SERIOUSLY!? NO REACTION!? Until Player raises a brow and shows off their perfectly fine nail.

"What?"

"Do your species have...two sets of nails?"

"No? This are fake nails- like decorative."

Silence

ALSO DINK BEING SQUEAMISH IPUFYGFPIV HAT'S BE SO FUNNY TO ME

"I'm going to tear out your heart- ewwwwwwww." OFDOUU

ALSO FINGERNAIL GUARDS ARE SO FUCKING COOL FOR REAL!!!