#that's mac's tag until i can think of something i like better

[bullet-prooflove]

51.He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona - I can so see that for Dean Winchester 👀🥺❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @district447 @cosmic-psychickitty @volumesofforgottenlore @spaghettificationandpretzels

Wow this one took a turn I wasn't expecting...

The sun’s just starting to set when you realise you’re being watched. It starts as a pricking on the back of your neck as you run your last lap around the field in Mill’s Park. You try to ignore the sensation and push on with the last hundred metres but it gets worse with every step because you can’t stop thinking about the last time you felt like you were being watched in a fire tower out in the woods.

Your Fleetwood Mac t-shirt clings to your form, the evening breeze ghosts over your balmy skin as you finally slow to a jog. You use the back of your wrist to brush the hair away from your face and that’s when you see him, sitting there on the fence at the corner of the field. There’s an untouched six pack of Corona resting by his feet and that’s when you know that this isn’t Dean Winchester you’re looking at.

You contemplate running but honestly you’re curious. It could have killed you at any point during the last five minutes but it hasn’t, it seems more interested in disguising itself as the man you love rather than harming you. As you approach, it tilts it’s head as if studying you. It’s gaze is curious and analytical, instead of the heat you’re used to from Dean.

“Are you going to share those?” You ask gesturing at the beer and it simply gestures for you to take one. You do, popping the cap off and tucking it in your pocket because you’ve spent too much time as a forest ranger cleaning up other people’s messes.

“You’re not Dean.” You say taking a sip from the beer and it smiles back at you showing far too much teeth.

“No I’m Michael.” It introduces itself. “How did you know?”

“The beer was the initial tip off, he’s usually on his second by the time I’m finished running.” You say gesturing to the rest of the Corona. “After that your body language, your eyes…”

“Ah yes.” Michael says his eyebrows furrowing into a frown as if he’s trying to recall something. “I should have kissed you shouldn’t I? You always respond very well to that.”

A flush creeps across your cheeks because you realise, this thing it has Dean’s memories and if it has those, then it knows you intimately.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask Michael and he seems to take a moment to debate.

“No.” He says finally as he hops off the fence and takes a step towards you. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“I don’t…”

He touches you then and you freeze at the sensation of his fingertips brushing lightly over your cheek as he looks into your eyes.

“He loves you, you know?” He murmurs, his nose tracing lightly along yours. “Do you love him too?”

“Yes.” You whisper.

“I wonder what that feels like…”

Before you have a chance to pull away, his arm wraps around your waist pressing you against him. His lips brush over yours and it’s like an explosion tearing through your nerve endings, igniting every single one of your synapses.  A wave of ecstasy crashes through you, followed by another and then another until you’re drowning in the euphoria, unable to keep your head up above the water. You try to pull away but he pins you to him, biting your lower lip as he grinds his hips against you. It’s too fucking much, something inside of you erupts like a star and before you know it, you’re coming in the middle of the fucking field you’ve been running track in since you were a teenager.  

“You fucking asshole.” You spit at him when he releases you and he looks mortally offended as you stumble back a step or two.

“Maybe if we did it together…”

“Do not fucking think about it.” You snap and he sighs as if you’re the one that’s being unreasonable.

“Don’t you want one last night with the man you love?” He asks you as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “It could be so much better than it was before…”

“But you’re not the man I love are you?” You say, your voice surprisingly steady. “You’re just wearing his body, thumbing through his memories.”

It’s like talking to a sociopath or a narcissist. He simply looks at you with an expression completely devoid of emotion and that’s when you realise maybe you aren’t too far away from the truth with that assumption.

“You can’t feel anything of your own can you?” You ask him, placing your hands upon your hips. “You can do the physical shit but there’s no emotional component is there? You don’t understand why that might not have been enjoyable for me because you don’t understand the concept of intimacy or love, they’re just words to you aren’t they?”

He looks stricken in that moment because until then, you don’t think he understood the disconnect between him and humanity. He doesn’t say anything in response to your words, he simply turns his back and walks away, leaving you pissed off in the middle of a field with soaked shorts and flushed features.

Your hands are still trembling just a little when you slip your cell phone out of the pocket of your shorts and dial a familiar number.

“Sam.” You respond, your eyes still fixed on Michael as he retreats into the distance. “What the fuck happened to Dean?”

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[0littleladybug0]

maybe if u are still taking requests, a cg!eddie or maybe robin x little readers first Christmas as a little babbbbbbbby

AHH YES OF COURSE!

Cg!Eddie Munson x Little!reader

Summary: Eddie makes sure that his first Christmas with his little one is as special as it can be.

Tags/Warnings: Age Regression, bottle feeding, reader is a small itty bitty baby, fluff fluff fluff, insecure reader for like a microscopic amount, somehow theres always spelling mistakes i cant find so ignore my poor writing and spelling

You had told Eddie about your regression for a fairly recent amount of time. It had only been a few months since he immediately took the role as your caregiver and you both enjoyed every second of it. No matter how many times you dealt with any insecurities about being small, he was there to reassure you how much he truly enjoyed taking care of you. 

Which is why he wanted to make this Christmas season extra special for his little one. 

He knew how much you loved Christmas and the holiday season, the whole appearance of Christmas and the lead up to it engulfed you in nostalgia and a certain childlike joy and peace. 

He made it his mission to make you feel as tiny as possible during the Christmas season, knowing that if big you loved Christmas this much, little you could only love it just as much. 

To say that Eddie spoiled you during the holiday season would be an understatement. He always took you out to go Christmas shopping, picking you up treat after treat (his rule about sugars and sweets quickly became less lenient as the holidays went by), and always made sure to pop in a christmas movie in his TV when giving you your night time bottle and cuddles before bed. 

Did you think it was strange that Eddie began to baby you a lot more than usual? Maybe a little. But you were too excited about Christmas to detect anything about your boyfriend's behavior. 

The whole week you had been updating Eddie every day on how close you were to the magical day, your advent calendar being your prized possession the whole month.

“Daddy!!” You called out from the living room of his trailer. 

Eddie rushed in, pot of mac and cheese still in his hand at the sudden call of his name. 

“What is it baby?” he asked, kneeling down to our level on the floor as you presented the calendar in his face.

“S’ one more day until Christmas Eve!” you excitedly announced. 

Eddie chuckled at your excitement and ruffled your hair. “That's right! I've got such a smart little one.” he praised planting a kiss on your cheek. In the time that Eddie has been your caregiver, you still haven't gotten used to how much little you loved praise, especially from Eddie. He couldn't get enough of how shy you would get at the sudden rush of red that would spread across your face, causing him to praise you any chance he got to see his baby happy. 

“Cmon, dinner should be ready soon, and I better not see that door open until after we eat, capisce?”  Eddie playfully warned. 

“Yes daddy.” You giggled, waddling over to the table as you awaited your dinner. 

Soon Christmas eve arrived and now Eddie understood what you meant when you told him how much you loved Christmas. Your Christmas jammies stayed on the whole day and Christmas music stayed on the radio. Eddie thinks putting you to bed that night was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Usually when you were having a hard time sleeping, he liked to put you in little space. He quickly regretted doing that last night when you refused to sleep in his room and stayed up on the couch with a flashlight, claiming you were waiting for Santa. 

When Christmas morning came you were just as excited as the past days and Eddie made sure to keep it extra special for you. 

It surprised him that you remained big the whole day, he assumed because Christmas was your favorite holiday, you would give yourself some time to regress and enjoy the Christmas cheer. He could tell you wanted to, but there was something blocking you. He made it his mission the rest of the day to destroy whatever was blocking his little baby from coming out. 

And as Christmas day began to come to a close, Eddie knew what he had to do. He sat you down on the couch, ordering for you to cover your eyes. 

You did as you were told, you covered your eyes with your palms as you awaited for your boyfriend to come back. You opened your eyes at the sound of his sweet voice., 

“Ok, you can open them now.” Eddie said, a cheeky grin beginning to spread across his face. 

You opened your eyes and saw another present in his hands. 

“Eddie, what's all this? I thought we already exchanged gifts this morning?” You asked, looking at him holding another present in his hands. 

“I know, but this is different. I know how much you love Christmas, and I love that you love Christmas, but I want little you to enjoy it too. I don't want you to have to hide during your favorite time of the year. I want you to be able to slip and feel safe knowing that I'll be here to take care of you. You're my little baby, and my baby deserves a good and happy Christmas.” Eddie confessed, pulling you onto his lap cupping one of your cheeks with his hand. 

His soft words almost brought tears to your eyes. No one has ever been as kind and gentle as Eddie in your entire life. 

“Really?” You ask softly, Eddie already seeing you slip the smallest bit. 

“Yes baby.” he lightly chuckled at your attempt to stay big knowing he had already one little you over. “Merry Christmas baby bear.” He smiled, handling over the semi poorly wrapped gift. Eddie was an amazing boyfriend and caregiver, but maybe next year he should leave the wrapping up to you. 

You gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that there was no way to stay big anymore as your little space quickly engulfed you. You began to tear open the wrapping paper, exposing a new box with a cute polar bear pattern scattered around the box. Eddie watched the way you bit your lips in concentration as you struggled opening your gift. Finally you had gotten it open with one final “Hmph” and Eddie swears he had never heard a cuter sound than your gasp of excitement. 

Inside the box he had packed you a whole gift basket with all of your favorite little treats, accompanied by a new bottle with snowflakes on it, a reindeer stuffie, a new onesie with snowmen on it, and a new red paci with a reindeer in the middle, lettered beads spelling out “Little Dear” on the handle. 

“Daddy, I love it!” you squealed at the new goodies in front of you. 

“You do?” Eddie asked, making sure he had bought everything correctly. Poor Eddie has been knee deep in finding you the perfect little gear, doing as much research as he could on the bestest brands and stores. His gift left him apprehensive up until you opened it, his worries melting away as soon as he saw how much you enjoyed your gift. 

“Yes daddy, I love it all! Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, hugging his sides tightly. He returned the tight bear hug, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“What do you think, should we try out your new goodies?” Eddie asked, holding up the bottle in his hand and the onesie in the other.

You nodded excitedly. Eddie hadn't bottle fed you many times but it was always something you wished you could do more. Now with your new bottle, both you and Eddie were excited to incorporate it into your night time routine. 

Eddie slipped your new paci into your mouth as you smiled happily. 

“There's my little baby.” Eddie cooed, kissing you again on your forehead. He just couldn't get enough of you when you were little. Caring for you was his favorite thing to do ever. 

He picked you up from the couch, knowing that if he didn't carry you now, you would just start pouring on the couch until he did. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you on his hip around the trailer to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as he rummaged through his dresser. 

“Alright baby bear, do you want daddy to change you or do you want to do it yourself?” Eddie asked. You had seen eachother naked and changed in front of each other a plethora of times throughout your relationship, but this was different. You were just a little baby, and Eddie wanted to make you feel comfortable with everything. 

“You do it daddy.” You smiled up at him, kicking your feet as they hung from his bed. 

“Ok then, arms up!” he said, tugging your sweater uo our arms and off your body, making sure to give you as many kisses and raspberries on your sides and tummy as he could. He couldn't help it, he loved the way you giggled and squealed. He helped you into your new onesie and a pair of his pj pants. You argued that you didn't want to wear any pants but Eddie insisted that you couldn't just walk around the trailer in no pants. So when he offered that you could wear a pair of his, you accepted with your brows furrowed, but Eddie knew your fussiness wasn't serious. 

He picked you back up and carried you back to the couch. He wrapped you up in a thick and warm blanket and turned on the Christmas movie channel on the TV before going to the kitchen to warm up your bottle. 

He simply couldn't take his eyes off of you and how cute you looked wrapped up in his big blanket, the way you cuddled into your stuffy so gently and how adorable you looked with your new paci. Soon the microwaved beeped, indicating the bottle had finished as he took it out. He poured a drop on his wrist and licked it, testing the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot for you. He nodded to himself as he approved the temperature and began to walk over to the couch. 

Your eyes were glued to the movie on the TV. You didn't even notice Eddie walking back until you felt the indent on the couch. 

“Ok, you ready baby?” Eddie asked. 

You suddenly became anxious and slightly self conscious. Because bottle feeding had been a new thing for the both of you, you still didn't feel as comfortable as you wanted with it. It was never Eddie's fault, he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. And being the perfect caregiver that Eddie is, he noticed your change in behavior right away. He placed the bottle on the small lamp table next to him as he laid on the couch, his arms open inviting you in. You happily accepted, moving closer to his side as he held you. You both lost yourself in the movie for a while and Eddie assumed you had gone nonverbal throughout the minutes passing as your talkative state died down and he was left with a cozy and sleepy baby. 

When he found the time was right and you had calmed down, he reached for the bottle again. He softly took the paci out of your mouth and held the bottle, waiting for you to accept. Your eyes fluttered at him and in your safe and sleepy headspace, accepting the warm bottle of milk seemed like a dream. Your lips latched slowly and softly on the bottle as you began to drink. You tried to reach for the bottle before Eddie took them, tucking them back into the blanket and around your reindeer stuffie. “It's ok baby, I got it, you don't have to worry, daddys got you.” he reassured. 

As you kept sipping, you found yourself cuddling deeper and deeper into Eddie's chest, falling sleepier and sleepier. When Eddie found that you had finished the bottle, he gently removed it from your lips and placed the paci back in to avoid any fussiness in your sleep. He turned the small lamp off but decided to leave the TV on for soft lighting and background sounds to keep you asleep. He kissed your forehead once more and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Merry Christmas little one.” He whispered as you two fell asleep in each others arms. Neither of you would have wanted to spend Christmas any other way. 

[princessphilly]

Soooo

My 40th Birthday is coming soon!!!!

So I decided I wanted to celebrate in a big way! Thus, a lyric blurb challenge.

So there are two ways to do this:

1. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and ask me to write or

2. Pick out a song lyric and fandom and write it yourself and post it!

Eep: edited to add, Please send me an ask with the lyric, fandom, and if you want me to write it or if you’re going to write it.

Please post anything related to this with #princesspbdaychallenge because I will be following that tag

Open fandoms: TGM, hockey (Sidney Crosby, Nate Mac, Jamie Oleksiak, Brandon Tanev, ask me about others), Marvel, CE characters, Seb Stan characters, Henry Cavill characters.

Tagging: @spine-buster @chara-hugs @starshine-hockey-girl @buckets-and-trees @biteofcherry @vonalyn @angryschnauzer @persephonepraxidikechthonios @hangmanapologist @hangmanssunnies @withahappyrefrain @yanna-banana @callsignspark @kreiderrider @gretagerwigsmuse @fineanddandy @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @navybrat817 @ginghampearlsnsweettea @himbos-on-ice @hiimana @whoeverineedtobe @hockeynshit @2-fast-2-curious @jobean12-blog @thebookofmags @fenixstar

Click to see lyric prompts:

Love

There is an indentation in the shape of you

Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Taylor Swift - Dress

Baby, won't you be my sweetheart

We could share a storybook romance

Mariah Carey - Sweetheart

How do you do it?

Make me feel like I do

How do you do it?

It's better than I ever knew

Incubus - Stellar

Forever my lady

I say just what i mean

Forever and ever

I pray is what i see

Jodeci - Forever My Lady

Walks by me every day

Her and love are the same

The woman that's stolen my heart

And beauty is her name

Dru Hill - Beauty 

When I trust you we'll make love until the morning

Let me tell you all my secrets and I'll whisper 'til the day's done

Fka Twigs - Lights On

Cupid doesn't lie

But you won't know unless you give it a try

Oh baby, true love

won't lie but we won't know unless we give it a try

give it a try

112 - Cupid

At night, I think of you

I want, to be your lady, maybe

Ghost Town DJ’s - My Boo

I don't ask for too many things

Only one thing I really need

That is you baby next to me

Mary J Blige - Give Me You

I wanna be the one who you believe

In your heart is sent from (sent from heaven)

Keyshia Cole - Heaven Sent

Angst

Tell me how does it feel

When your heart grows cold? 

New Order - Blue Monday

Talk to the wind, talk to the sky

Talk to the man with the reasons why

And let me know what you find

Taylor Swift - Come In With The Rain

You can never win or lose

If you don't run the race

The Psychedelic Furs - Love My Way

I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish

I was lying to myself

Mariah Carey - We Belong Together

There's something kinda sad about

The way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

Tool - Stinkfist

(Do I wanna know?)

If this feeling flows both ways?

(Sad to see you go)

Was sort of hoping that you'd stay

Arctic Monkeys - Do I Wanna Know?

Collect the bad habits that you couldn't bear to keep

Fall Out Boy - I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me & You)

The sun goes down

I feel the light betray me

Linkin Park - Papercut

See the stone set in your eyes

See the thorn twist in your side

I'll wait for you

U2 - With Or Without You

I come home early expecting your warm embrace

But something is wrong 'cuz its written all over your face

Dru Hill - In My Bed

Platonic

Like a shoebox of photographs

With sepia-toned loving

Jack Johnson -  Better Together

Yea, I've been workin' all week

And I'm tired and I don't wanna sleep

I wanna have fun

It's time for a good time

Alan Jackson - Good Time

Come on, baby, let's get away

Let's save our troubles for another day

Come go with me we've got it made

Let me take you on an escapade

Janet Jackson - Escapade

The grabbing hands grab all they can

All for themselves, after all

(It's a competitive world)

(Everything counts in large amounts)

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Wear the grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.

Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper.

Tool - The Grudge

And on I read until the day was gone

And I sat in regret of all the things I've done

For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged

In dreams until my death I will wander on

Audioslave - Like A Stone

It's so unreal, didn't look out below

Watch the time go right out the window

Linkin Park - In The End

And so we're told this is the golden age

And gold is the reason for the wars we wage

U2 - New Year’s Day

And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me

But the arms of the ocean delivered me

Florence and the Machine - Never Let Me Go

And all I dreamed of, it can't get started

Time goes really slow and I need to let it out

Kelela - Bankhead

Smutty

We go deep and we don't get no sleep

'Cause we'll be up all night until the early light

Janet Jackson - Go Deep

I'm hanging on your words

Living on your breath

Feeling with your skin

Will I always be here?

Depeche Mode - In Your Room

You'd be calling out my name

Begging me to play my games

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Fetish is a pleasure you cannot be faked, woho hoho

But when it feels this good then it just comes natural

Baby, arch your back and point your toes

Miguel - Arch & Point

I'm your pimp, I'm your pope, I'm your pastor babe

Confess your sins to me while you masturbate

Miguel - the valley

I got plans to put my hands in places

I never seen, girl, you know what I mean

Usher - Nice & Slow

Turned on by everything you say

I'm turned on by everything you do

Jodeci - Freek'n You

No rules to this game

Turn me out

Now I'm helpless

And I beg you

Do it again

Kelela - Do It Again

Grab hold of me

Gentle love but touch passionately

I'll give you my blessing

Take me person and objectively

Ex and internally

Sabrina Claudio

Give it to me like you need it, baby

Want you to hear me screaming, heavy breathing

Summer Walker - Girls Need Love

[mobileleprechaun]

oubgh Tagged Game

I was kindly tagged by the eminent @femboty2k, thank you so much for tagging me!

This one is about introducing yourself with the following:

- One tv show

- One movie

- One album

- One game

However, she went the extra mile and did two each, so I'll do that as well!

TV Shows: Whatever Happened to Robot Jones and Making Fiends

I'm not entirely sure what it says about me that both of my picks here were ill-fated and obscure cartoons cancelled before their time, but I certainly hope it's nothing premonitory about the trajectory of my life!

Robot Jones was a full-on obsession for me when I was young. It's about a robot child having to attend junior high in the 1980s so he can understand humans better, and all the awkwardness that goes along with that. Something about it struck such a chord with me – probably the fact that the protagonist was a sheltered misfit who couldn't understand his peers. I was homeschooled until college, and all of my interactions with other kids were painfully awkward along those lines, so I guess I just felt seen?

It's a weird show, and the tone is pretty bleak. He's mercilessly bullied by both peers and authority figures alike, and episodes rarely ever end with anything working out for him. Maybe I felt seen by that too. It's kind of fucked up, and I'm 70% certain bits of it didn't age well, but for what it's worth, people still really enjoy the one episode where RJ comes to the conclusion that he's nonbinary. It's also lost media at this point, so there's an inherent rewarding feeling that comes with being able to find it at all.

Making Fiends is also pretty bleak, but in a very silly and fun way. It's about a town that lives in mortal terror of Vendetta, this extremely cruel grade-schooler who is able to make monsters (fiends) that can serve her every whim. However, her nasty little gangster baby life is turned upside down when a very dense friendly girl named Charlotte comes to town, and Vendetta finds herself terrorized for a change.

I was obsessed with this one too and was a young stan of its creator. I love that it's about two girls just being dumb as all hell and having weird and fucked up things happen to them. Nobody's boy-crazy, either – both of these little gremlins just get to be people. Neither of them are particularly deep in terms of characterization, but they're so much fun to have a romp with, and they get to fill that slapstick-heavy role that's usually only reserved for male characters. Also, the humor is super fucked up and morbid, but the way everything is delivered will just keep you hooting. It's definitely less emotionally exhausting than Robot Jones.

Movies: Chicken Run and The End of Evangelion

Weird pair, I know!

Chicken Run is another of my childhood obsessions that persists to this very day. It's a fun and surprisingly poignant tale of an insurrection on a farmyard and the brave hens (and one mostly useless rooster) who make it happen. Aardman just knocks it right out of the park with the quirky designs of their ensemble cast and just how rooted it feels in its 1950s setting. The villains are fun, the heroes are fun, somehow Mel Gibson doesn't completely ruin it, and I dunno, it's just very cozy. I could rewatch it over and over again. Also, Mac is best girl.

End of Evangelion is not cozy at all! It's the fucked up and horrifying ending to a fucked up and horrifying anime, and it pissed a lot of people off at how mean-spirited it felt, but like... it's a fucking masterpiece, like it goes incredibly hard. Every element of it – the music, the voice acting, the visuals – it's all stunning, like all the way through. Yes it's sad and upsetting and very strange, but that's just how the anime went. None of it feels out of place, either. I can go back and watch Episode 1 again and not feel like EoE mismatches tonally. I still think about it on the regular, and I still bop to Komm sußer Tod.

Albums: Spirit Phone and Act II: The Father of Death

I've picked these two because these are both albums I always feel the need to listen to as a whole rather than piecemeal. There's some other amazing albums that I feel dirty not including here, but these two are just the ones that hit me the hardest as albums, and I have to be fully honest with myself about that.

Spirit Phone came into my life when I desperately needed it. I had just lost my youngest brother and was trying to find my first apartment after years of being my parents' adult subject. It was such a heady and wonderful thing for me, all these skrunkly-ass songs about the occult and the inherently fucked up nature of American culture. I played it on repeat for almost a solid month, and it gave me the strength and optimism I needed to muscle through the most terrifying time of my life. It's still such a cozy and wonderful thing for me, and I thank Neil Cicirega from the bottom of my heart for putting it together.

The Protomen: Act II wasn't something that got me through a crisis, but it was a fucking crazy-ass bop and a solid goddamn chaser to their first album, which I also love listening to as a whole. The story of Thomas Light's descent into living as a pariah in his own city after his own friend turns on him is masterfully told by this band, and every track hits like a truck. The whole subplot with Joe was incredible, too, and that guy who sings as Wily is so fucking good, and Panther is ridiculously versatile... I still get goosebumps thinking about Breaking Out. Gorgeous album through and through.

Games: Sonic & Knuckles Collection and Cave Story

It might be cheating to include the whole collection as one game, but I don't give a phuck!!!!

I was like 7 or 8 when I got the Sonic & Knuckles collection on CD-ROM, and holy fuck, y'all. I knew I loved The Adventure of Sonic the Hedgehog on TV, but getting my hands on that game about spoiled me rotten. It just felt so perfect in every way. Having gone back and played earlier entries in the Sonic series really gives me an appreciation for how well they perfected the formula here, it's just so smooth and refined. Going back through each stage playing as Sonic, Tails or Knuckles is so good, too, like you really get a feel for how much there is to explore with their different styles of movement. I just love it so much, it's so cozy and so jammed to the brim with pure fun.

Cave Story was something I encountered later in life, and was pleasantly surprised to find as a free download. I was not adequately prepared for what a ride this humble-looking little platformer would be. God, it was such a wonderful challenge, sometimes frustrating, but always so compelling as to keep me coming back. And what a beautiful story, too, and what a gorgeous setting. I full-on cried at many points. Pixel just put his whole heart and soul into this game, and it's so sickening and unfair that he got fucked over by that shitty licensing deal. If you haven't already, please show this man's work some love. It went hard enough that when Undertale was first announced, I assumed it was going to be a Cave Story fangame. 😝

waow that's media!!! I must tag four people; @sammytoesis, @fetus-cakes, @johannesson and @badgrlebie. But if you wanna do it too, DO IT!!!!

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

So About That ~ J.M.

A/n: Aaaaaand that leaves one request left 👀 Opening requests soon!

Request: “...jack morton x Vera son reader ( bring back the only reader I can see jack with 😂) we’re veras son knows magic but doesn’t join the order because he’s a better witch by himself ( learned that from his mom) and he started to date jack but Vera does not know and jack does not know until the reader wants to introduce jack to his mom over dinner.” By anon

MASTERLIST

Y/n really hadn’t meant to keep it all a secret. He was a pretty blunt and straight forward person, something he’d gotten from his mom. He hadn’t gotten much from her, so his fire Cracker determination, self respect, and power were things he had always been proud of.

The fact that his mom was Vera Stone just hadn’t come up with his boyfriend, the same way that Jack Morton being his boyfriend had never come up with his mom.

It wasn’t even like either of them talked about the other all that often. Vera and Jack had always had an unspoken respect for each other, and refused to accept that they also had a bit of a soft spot for the other person as well. Getting close at all, or talking, would have required them to acknowledge said unspoken soft spot, and neither of them were willing. So they didn’t even talk to other people about it.

Y/n held onto that as a reason that this wasn’t his fault.

When he’d organized a dinner for his boyfriend and mom to meet, he hadn’t known that they had all that much between them. When they’d both shown up and seen each other though, from the reactions Y/n had gotten, there was obviously some tension there. For a split second Y/n had been terrified that Vera and Jack were maybe sleeping together or something. The way they reacted, with awkwardness and avoidance, gave this very weird energy - and his mom had mentioned that she had been seeing someone. Someone younger; one of the new Knight of Saint Christopher that had joined the Order. She hadn’t wanted to talk about who though, and Y/n was completely sure that Jack would never cheat on him so he hadn’t thought for a second it even could have been possible. In that moment, he’d doubted.

But then Jack had spoken. “I thought you only had a daughter. In the memories, with the Sons of Prometheus, how did I not-?”

“Because I made sure not to think of him,” Vera responded sharply. “I didn’t want you anywhere near him.”

Y/n raised his eyebrows. “More likely you didn’t want the Sons of Prometheus anywhere near me,” he remarked, and only then did Jack and Vera remember he was still there. “My sister did die, yeah, but I didn’t. My mom doesn’t often talk about me; she has a lot of enemies and as I’m not associated with any specific society, I’m more vulnerable than most people.”

Jack seemed surprised. “So I didn’t just miss you - you’re not apart of the Order.” They were both magic users, and after running into the wolves, Y/n knew about the Knights too. Y/n had spoken to Jack about the Order first, so Jack had assumed he knew someone in it other than him. Every time he’d asked, Y/n had been vague. Now it made sense - Vera could get in trouble if it got out that her son was free lance.

“I see.” Jack’s comment was the last to be said for a few minutes. The awkwardness was suddenly so thick and choking that even Y/n didn’t know what to do to combat it. Usually he had a way of calming intensities and grounding people. Directing things in a functional way that leaned experienced more pleasantly.

He was at a loss now.

“So,” Y/n eased awkwardly, sheepishly smiling. “Nice macaroni, hm?” He took a large bit of his Mac N’ Cheese, nodding to his boyfriend and mother to do the same.

Vera and Jack looked at each other as if to say, This guy... Then they both smiled, unable to pretend that Y/n wasn’t the most beloved person to both of them. And when they realized they had that in common, that they both dearly loved Y/n, the tension eased.

Maybe this wouldn’t be totally terrible... just maybe.

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Male reader tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

[ettawritesnstudies]

9 people I'd like to know better tag

Thanks for the tag @moondust-bard!

current book: I'm about to start reading White Oaks by Jordan King for my indie author interviews/book reviews on my blog, and listening to The Weaver and the Witch Queen by Genevieve Gornichec because I have a road trip to a work conference tomorrow and so I'm going to put that on in the car.

Current fic: I'm not actively reading or writing anything right now, but I have an old friend in the Newsies fandom who's continuing to put out chapters of a 300K+ fic that I love called Something Worth Winning and so I've been meaning to catch up on that. PJean over on ff.net and I think she's got an AO3 now? It's been a while...

Currently watching: Twelve's run in Doctor Who and the Clone wars in rotation.

Next on my watchlist: I'm about the start the new Fallout show tonight! Eric's been playing through the games recently but we've put off watching the show until my edit was done.

Current hyperfixation: I had Rolling With Difficulty as a hyperfixation until I got buried in Runaways writing, so I lost interest for a little bit while I shifted focus onto my work, but I'm hoping to get back into it!

Favorite color: Greens of all sorts!

Sweet, spicy, or savory: sweet, I joke I'm basically a hummingbird in human form.

Relationship status: I just got engaged over Easter! I don't talk a lot about him here because he values his privacy, but my fiance, Eric, has been such a wonderful support through all of my writing and publishing endeavors. We're in the middle of wedding planning right now, and if all goes according to plan, we'll get married next summer, which is right in the middle of all the promotion and distribution work for putting out Runaways in October. It's going to be such a busy (and expensive) year, and I was like "I can push the book release out, I guess :I" but he refused to let me do that because he knows how important it is to me and encouraged me to plan a Kickstarter for the spring like an absolute madman. Yesterday I complained that the formatting programming software I like is only available for Macs but fuck apple and he started looking up how to install a virtual machine without a second's hesitation. He's so wonderful and I don't know what I'd do without him.

Last song: The Old Witch Sleep and Good Man Grace by the Amazing Devil

Last thing I googled: Stegosaurus dinosaur

Skill I’d like to learn: oh god so many. Top of the list right now is songwriting. I've got dozens of lyrics cluttering up my notes app and I'm dreadful at turning them into complete songs. Also Animation!

Best advice: Recently, I've seen a lot of people in my life struggling with the 20-something capitalist-hellscape 1st-world-problem flavor of existentialist-depression and look, it gets to me too, but you guy have got to relearn the virtue of gratitude. On one hand, toxic positivity sucks and you're allowed to bitch and moan about your situation, but doomerism feels infectious and there is so much to be thankful for when you stop and take the time to appreciate what you've been given.

I'm turning into my mom.

[magicalara]

I've finished ouran and I have 2 questions

1. (unrelated) but have you ever tried Kraft Mac and cheese because I bought some the other day from this random shop, idk it was imported or something and why is it violently orange??

2. The ending to ouran made me cry for some reason, what do you think the club would do once like honey and Mori came out of high school and they slowly all grew out of the club? How close would each of them be to eachother?

I mean obviously life gets busy with all of them. No doubt Haruhi has a flourishing career in something or other and Kyoya is obviously busy. I'd like to see the twins mature a bit and actually gain a bit of independence from eachother and branch out to different things. Maybe they'd meet again after a few years and find out what changed about them.

(Or maybe they didn't know about Haruhi, Kyoya and Tamakis relationship until now)

Also do you think any of them would eat the violently orange Mac and cheese I ate

Anyway Ouran over, Bsd next... I sense a storm coming....

And yea tag me as Briccy if you like! I don't really have a preference.

HI BRICCY

Okay first question:

Yes, I have had kraft mac n cheese lol. To make it short, sweet, and simple: it's violently orange bc ✨chemicals✨ This is America after all and it seems that that is our main ingredient to..well a lot of things. But also I don't like Kraft or even the god forsaken Velveta because honestly I can make better with minimal things I have in my house lol

And yes, Tamaki probably saw the orange cheese noodles online and proceeded to buy like five packs for him, Kyoya, and Haruhi to try and then proceeded to send them to everyone as like a random gift or something idk. Whatever the case may be, Tamaki started the idea and Hikaru always keeps some at home as he liked it the most.

Putting a read more on this bc it got longer than expected 💀

QUESTION TWO:

It made me cry the first time I watched it too lol then again i was also neck deep in crisis and impending debt bc my college didn't process my scholarship right and it was a MESS but that's a story for another day

I think that it isn't until Tamaki and Kyoya graduate that certain things drift off. Tamaki being at the center is, imo, what really holds the group together and him graduating is probably what hurts it the most. Obviously with Haruhi there, at least her and the twins' last year won't be void of Tamaki, but I think it's void of everyone else and that includes Kyoya. I'll explain further:

Honey and Mori as a duo stay close no matter what; they're family and best friends and Mori's loyalty will not have him leaving Honey's side outside of educational obligations. Even the businesses (I say lightly given what it really is) of each of their separate families is close enough to where they can probably work together on a lot of things. But when it comes to the others, sure they keep in touch separately but after Tamaki isn't physically at Ouran to head the club, there aren't a lot of group activities to do anymore. I think Mori and Hikaru keep in touch the most outside of Tamaki's mandatory group bonding and zoom activities and Honey and Haruhi with the same idea.

Kyoya, especially once he's graduated, isn't full into the whole calling and texting thing so if they don't reach out to him, he's not gonna remember to reach out to them lol. He cares, he's just busy with the whole family business thing. I want to think that his father probably sent him abroad too for at least a year during his studies and that caused a bigg rift as time zones really limited communication. Regardless, Tamaki always made sure to text him everyday, even just a simple good morning or good night and a reminder to drink water and sleep. Haruhi would try and message at least once every two or three weeks and they'd have long calls every other month to catch up. He only really speaks to Honey and Hikaru at group events but plays games on his phone like the farming game thing (HayDay?? is that what it's called?? idk but the thing where you can send shit to friends and all that) with Kaoru and Mori. Kaoru also calls every few months and they text like once every other week if they both remember.

I could make a whole post on the KyoTamaHaru relationship starting and honestly I just might bc, like I said before, after graduating, he kinda goes off and so obviously the relationship can't start then. I wanna say it starts at least three years after Haruhi graduates when Kyoya comes back for a longer period of time and Tamaki welcomes him back with such open arms that he both did and didn't expect and it's just a rush of feelings and he gets closer to Haruhi than they ever were now that they can have their deep talks in person and they end up feeling like home and fuck now I have to make an actual post about this.

Anyways, the twins try and text everyone equally but end up talking to Haruhi the most jointly and Mori (Hikaru) and Kyoya (Kaoru) the most separately. When it comes to university, they probably start at the same one to keep the theme of twins going strong but after like a year and a half or so, they find their own wildly different interests and probably split off. It was emotional for them and so hard at first, but they both were able to grow into their own persons as a result of it more than they could've if they just did different majors at the same universities.

As for Haruhi, she does her best to text everyone when she can, but doesn't stress about it. Her and Honey go on little outings to cafes and stuff and Mori will come along when he can every so often, but that's the extent of that. Outside of Tamaki at first and then adding on Kyoya later, though, the twins are who she talks to most. Either it's the three of them in their group chat or them separately, but those three are always. texting. each. other. She was one of the first people to get super close to them, after all. Omg can you imagine their grad photos wait I think they'd be so cute gasp waittt

Last but least there's Tamaki. He's planning all the reunions and has a stockpile of ideas for outings that they have AT LEAST once a month. Not everyone can go each time, obviously, but he still makes the effort to plan them. He has a rotation system for texting the twins and Honey and Mori too: every other day he texts one of them and then he's basically talking to them once a week. The only exceptions are Haruhi and Kyoya but he sees Haruhi nearly everyday so like duh and I already said about him texting Kyoya everyday so yeah.

All in all, Kyoya's the worst at keeping in touch, Tamaki is the one who talks to everyone the most, and Haruhi is the best out of everyone when it comes to giving enough time in between while still definitely caring (though they all care about each other regardless)

BSD hehe 😈 I can't wait to hear about certain reactions from you, and I hope you like it. I diced in head over heels to the point where I bought all the novels like a week after I started watching the anime lol but I've read already 6 of the 8 total and they are so so good.

[theelusivepoetalien]

Okay so it's a great day to go see if something like Khan Academy or other freebie learning zone has a Computer Networking 101. Turns out KhanAcademy.org is still free for now. I'm sure it mines the hell out of your data like anything else. I use one of my like 10 google logins. Did you know you didn't used to have a phone number to get a gmail address? There are still some e-mail services that don't require phone numbers, though they have different limitations and uses. Becoming a suite was quite another magnitude for a login. Anyway, someone tag me if we need the article on Other Email Services. https://www.geeksforgeeks.org/basics-computer-networking/ ^This doesn't require a log in. I'm probably going to try to find a couple amusing videos. Like probably from youtube, unless I can find something on vimeo or the fediverse. A lot of this is learning how the internet goes. It teaches The Names and Commands of The Internet. Sort of like programing languages like C(++++?) and Python are Vocabulary and Grammar for Taming Your Processor. I'll reblog with more related links as I add to my Updated Study Library. My current aims include: > getting competent in basic LAN and internetwork administration > continuing to munch on html and CSS -- //Every time I get used to a service, it disappears or monetizes out of my budget or fills up with ads until it stops working.// I think I can make an ugly tack board and file server for my household. Also it's really satisfying -- like painting with puzzle pieces. > web hosting so there is somewhere to put it > uh taking screenshots and making posts about better net navigation and building skills to improve awareness? And of course: https://www.myabandonware.com/browse/theme/typing-29/ A bunch of typing games so old that no one cares. If you're willing to go with lowtech graphics to skip modern spyware and webtracking, it's honestly a fun little ride. Learning to type physical conditioning. However you make 15-30 minutes almost every day good and fun for yourself. (Sometimes 2d alien fun for points is enough, ya?) Yeah, those are for windows. Most macintosh users these days can maybe blow a few currency on a indie app, eh? Linux users -- you already know how to use freeware and honestly I'm not expecting to be read by a lot of linux users on this thread. (@ me for linux introductions ig too) Android? Basically in the same app boat as mac... Shout up for android power user info, like sideloading but... I haven't been browsing the indie APKs or the flash community in ages.

And uh, get a keyboard. bluetooth is fine for a while and better for someone trying to start this kind of project on a phone or a tablet. If someone is sticking to typing games for a few weeks or several, it might be worth considering getting a corded keyboard -- Anyone who is topping over 45wpm and heading for 60+ will find that bluetooth keyboards may not keep up with that leveled up meat input. (I can type around 90wpm or so when I'm on a roll and get frustrated pretty quickly.) Most Importantly: SAVE YOUR PROGRESS (u matter), & Look It Up before you Give It Up.

another thought about "gen z and gen alpha don't know how to use computers, just phone apps" is that this is intentionally the direction tech companies have pushed things in, they don't want users to understand anything about the underlying system, they want you to just buy a subscription to a thing and if it doesn't do what you need it to, you just upgrade to the more expensive one. users who look at configuration files are their worst nightmare

[everyounceofhate]

1/15/2023

I think Paul or my Dad said recently I should start writing down things that happen day to day so I remember who I’ve talked to or what I’ve done, so I might try to get in the habit. That way I can have a clearer record of what I’m dealing with. Anyway.

Didn’t get to sleep until about 8am, woke up around 2ish, but I looked online and saw I didn’t have any replies from Cill about Beck/Olivia shipping, or any tags, so I went back to bed. Ended up blowing Derek off on hanging out but he was kind of expecting it.

Got out of bed around ~4. Got upset Eren was taking so long in the shower and had a minor breakdown because I couldn’t have a shower before D&D.

D&D was good. I honestly think it went better without Gretchen there playing Kinder as a little shit. Semavi reunited with Insene (In-sen) and flirted with her in game. We met Todrick, Samus, and Wrigley on the road. I had a feeling something was up with them since they were supposedly “traders” but didn’t have any goods and later on in some 1-on-1 roleplay with Tristan where Semavi looked in on them, I discovered they were escaped slaves from Ket. I gave them each a silver and told them in exchange for overlooking them killing soldiers on the road to freedom (which they aren’t supposed to do) I’d appreciate them keeping an ear out for any information for me.

Faruque the Wise was talking to Kaleb in a Tavern. I did an alignment check and discovered he’s evil. Faruque cased me and knows Semavi by reputation, but we seem to have an understanding. At least I hope so. Semavi told Thana that Kaleb was evil but mentioned it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

EJ made a really cute drawing of Semavi with “the kids” and it made me smile. I put it on the piano. I think I might get it framed, honestly. It’s so cute. I love it a lot.

I talked with EJ about Clown Camp and they seemed interested. I’ll message Liz about it. I’m mostly worried about them being able to afford it--I’m not even sure I’LL be able to afford it. Also, EJ is twelve? What the actual fuck.

I wrote out some plot notes to Cill about Beck and Olivia and sent some ideas to mogget too. Not posts yet today but I might bang one out to keep on it. I wrote like 5-6 yesterday and broke 40k total on the writerbot. I was pretty proud of that. I’m at ~9800 words for my yearly goal. Another proud moment.

Went to Pick and Save with Tristan for some essentials, aka Pepsi. 

Today I Ate: -Steak Hibachi -White Rice -Mac and Cheese Bites Thought more about selling OhM and I think I’m going to. Just need to tell JR. Gotta look into Mahjong sets for The Gentleman Loser. Hanafuda cards might be nice too. I really hope I hear at some point soon if Jake is banned from the event or not. I’m sure he’ll make a post about it. He still has that ugly ass Al Swearengen look going on. What a fucker.

Ordering an archery glove this week from somewhere. Etsy or Amazon, likely.

Debating on whether moving in with Joones and Derek is a good idea. Moving in with two guys who want to sleep with me seems like a recipe for trouble. $478 on rent doesn’t sound terrible, especially if it means I get to have Susu. 

I need to send my resume in to the library tomorrow.

[tannithvibes]

meet Murphy's younger brother, Macauley!

there's actually seven siblings in total, Murphy is smackdab in the middle and Mac is the youngest of the group

as a kid he thought Murphy was the absolute coolest person to ever exist, he adored her. once he got older and realized how shitty she was Mac stopped letting anyone know they were related

by the time he's nineteen Mac has become incredibly jaded and cynical about life on Pandora. he dresses like a bad boy and doesnt expect anyone ever to be a good person, so he might as well be the good guy despite his looks

rescues kittens in his spare time

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 38: Pick Your Poison

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Dollie seemed to be doing a lot better, and Jane has finally taken Dollie off whatever drugs she was on. Dollie’s sick again.

She isn’t coughing up blood anymore, and she doesn’t have a fever anymore. But she’s always shaking and sweating, and she’s been vomiting.

Kit yelled at Jane again. “Withdrawal can kill people, you know! If you’re going to respond to illness with drugs that strong you can at the very least take her off them slowly!”

“Consider it a part of her punishment. That means less pain for you.” Jane said.

Jane hasn’t taken Dollie to the basement, yet. She’s probably going to wait until Dollie’s actually better to hurt her more.

It’s not a relief. It just means more anticipation. You know Jane could start hurting Kit or Dollie at any moment.

She could also start hurting you at any moment, but that’s slightly less likely. Kit convinced her to hurt them instead, earlier. You hope that still applies.

—

Dollie struggles to go on full walks, lately, so the three of you just sit outside in the sun when you can.

Jane has put Dollie back in charge of her chores, making it clear that she’ll be punished if she accepts help. That solves that mystery, then.

It’s painful to watch her try to do her chores while she’s still sick, but she does it without complaint. Not that she can complain…

Whenever she gets a chance, she sits outside with you and Kit. The sun and fresh air seem to help a little, though that also might just be the fact that when’s she’s outside she’s usually resting and when she’s inside she’s usually working. Her chores take a lot longer when she can’t stop shaking and has to run to the bathroom to throw up every hour.

Her tremors are less severe, right now, and her breathing is more even. She should be allowed to stay outside all the time, if it makes her feel better.

Actually, she should be in a hospital, or anywhere where she could safely go off the drugs Jane gave her. She should have trained professionals taking care of her, not two clueless friends and the person who hurt her in the first place. But she can’t have that, so you just do the best you can. You read to her and hug her and try to reassure her.

Kit helps by reminding Jane that Dollie could die. They do it often, and though Jane always rolls her eyes, it seems to help, because Jane gives her permission to eat and drink and sleep more often.

Dollie rests on your shoulder, shaking, shaking, shaking. Sweat soaks into your shirt. You squeeze her hand.

Seemingly out of nowhere, she starts wheezing. Hives break out on her skin, and her face swells. She’s choking, she’s choking!

“JANE!” Kit screams. Jane appears instantly, first next to Kit, then next to Dollie after she realizes what’s going on. She sticks something into Dollie’s thigh, and her breathing starts to even out. The hives and swelling recede.

“You’re drugging her again? That’s what caused this whole thing in the first place!” Kit scowls.

“Adrenaline is how you treat anaphylaxis, idiot. That was an allergic reaction. You’re normally not this stupid, Kitty.” Jane runs her fingers through Dollie’s hair. “Probably a bee sting. Poor Puppy, I’ll bet your skin already felt like it was crawling. Didn’t even notice… I think you should stay inside for a while.”

Dollie leans into Jane’s touch.

“Come on, get up. Have you done all your chores today? Besides dinner.”

Dollie slowly gets to her feet and nods.

“Good girl. Go rest on the couch for a bit. Sometimes one shot of adrenaline isn’t enough, so I’ll have to keep an eye on you for a bit. I’ll fix dinner.”

Jane always has someone else make the meals. Her deciding to make it herself can’t mean anything good.

—

Jane didn’t even try to hide that she fucked with the food. There’s a bottle with a bold label reading “TOXIC” still sitting on the counter. The mac ‘n cheese she made smells and looks wrong.

“I’m not hungry.” You say, heading to your room.

“I don’t care!” Jane appears in front of you. “You’re not eating anything else until you eat this. You can try to hold out, and end up eating it when it’s going bad, or you can eat it now. Those are your choices. Pick your poison!”

“We didn’t do anything.”

“You need a reminder of who’s in charge. Eat. You too, Puppy.”

Dollie gets up off the couch and sits at her place at the table. She eats without hesitation.

You sigh. Better to get it over with. It’s another obedience test, and eating something gross is better than some of the other things she could have you do.

“You’d think you’d be better at cooking with thousands of years of practice…” Kit mutters.

“I think I did much better than you could’ve done, working with poison. Eat, Kitty.”

You force the food down your throat as fast as possible, trying to avoid tasting it. That’s probably not a good strategy with something you know is poison, but you don’t have the willpower to eat it slowly.

—

The three of you are very sick all night. Jane graciously provided buckets for you to vomit into. Besides the stomach pain, you feel weak and dizzy, and there’s no one to help because the others are sick too. You all deal with the same thing all alone. Except Dollie. It’s probably worse for her, with the poison on top of the withdrawal. You can’t imagine it being worse. This is the worst pain you’ve ever been in.

You didn’t even do anything. She couldn’t be bored, she has a future punishment for Dollie to look forward to.

She might be mad at Kit. They’ve been very openly snarky to her. But wouldn’t she just make that against the rules, if she wanted them to stop?

You don’t understand how Jane thinks, and you don’t think you ever will.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset

[bullet-prooflove]

Love Me Or Leave Me - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @mysoulisasunflower @vannabanana1995 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @sxmmarie @xmoonknightlyx @camelia35 @queeniesdiary

Riz is beautiful, dynamic, adventurous, everything you have ever wanted in a man. He’s easy going, laid back and he deserves the fucking world. He deserves better than you, better than a girl who’s struggling to make ends meet with two jobs and part time gigging, one with an ex-husband whose refusing a divorce and is dragging out every single detail of their relationship through the courts. He deserves something free and easy, someone that doesn’t come with the complications that you do.

That girl he’s with, the one at the bar who leans in close with her tits on display, you know her. It’s Lola, one of the sex workers from Vicki’s, she’s beautiful and fierce, she knows what she wants and how to please a man. You don’t stand a chance. So, you bow out because what is the fucking point.

You don’t tell him that your leaving, you simply pack your guitar away in the storeroom that Patrick let’s you store it in and slip out the back door. You don’t want the drama, the explanations, you know the two of them have been together before, you can see it in the way Lola looks at him, the way she touches him.

On the drive home you think of the two of them, lipstick staining his mouth as he fucks her in the bathroom. Him wrapped up in her sheets as she rides him, part of you is angry at yourself for not staking a claim, for not making a point of showing how you feel but that’s the problem isn’t it? You can’t tell Riz how you feel, you try to show him but there’s power in words. You know that.

This thing between the two of you has never had a label. You didn’t want one because giving it a name makes it too real, it means your invested and that terrifies you because you’re still trying to untangle the mess from the last time. Sometimes it feels like you’ll never be free.

Fuck you hate this; you hate how scared you are to admit your feelings. How every time you open your mouth to express it, the words catch in your throat and instead you kiss him, hoping to pour your emotions into that kiss, hoping that he knows.

But he doesn’t know, how could he?

You go round and round like this until you reach your house in a shitty part of town. It’s ramshackle at best but it’s yours for now. The rent is affordable with what you make, and you’ve learned to be thrifty. Most of the things you own come from second hand stores. Some out of necessity but others…

You can feel a history or a story in a piece of furniture that’s been preowned, it speaks to you in a way you can’t explain, the same way music does.

You aren’t home for long when there’s a quiet tap on your door. Long enough for you to change into a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and pyjama shorts, you’ve pulled your hair up into a messy bun and put your song book on the table because it’s going to be one of those nights, you need to channel all this emotion somehow and why not into a song. There’s something cathartic about transforming your heartbreak into notes, about creating something from the anguish.

When you open the door Riz is standing there, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he studies you.

“You left.” He states.

“Hm.”

There’s a million things you want to say, you feel the build up of emotion in your chest. You want to bare your soul to this man, to give him everything, to tell him despite the fact it’s only been a couple of months you love him. That you loved him the minute your eyes met across a crowded bar, and you saw him smile. As usual the words die in your throat because being vulnerable does not come naturally to you, not during your marriage to Wyatt, when it was used as a weapon and certainly not after.

“I wanna talk about that.” He tells you, before tilting his head towards your living room. “Can I come in?”

You open the door for him with a sigh because you know this is how it ends. The man you love, reminding you that this thing you have is casual, that he doesn’t owe you a god damned thing. That’s one of the things you love about Riz, he’s open and honest, he makes his intentions clear, there’s no expectations.

His thumbs loop in the rungs of his jeans as he steps inside, he notes the song book on the table, your dress from tonight tossed in front of the washing machine. You’ve scrubbed your face free of make up and you still look fucking radiant. He wonders how you do that, how you pluck at all of his heartstrings at once. You’re like this melody in his head, one he follows but can’t quite capture no matter how hard he’s tries. He wants you; he always wants you, he wants to tell you that but you’ve been burned before, you’re skittish, he gets that but he also knows that things have come to a head. That he needs to lay his cards down on the table because you can’t keep going on this way, it’s make or break. He needs to know what this is because he’s already too far gone, he can’t do casual with you, doesn’t want to. He’s all or nothing, ride or die. 

“That girl tonight, you know I’ve fucked her.” He says before realising maybe that isn’t the best place to start. “Before you, not since us.”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” You say as you linger in the living doorway, your shoulder coming to rest on the doorframe.

“No I don’t.” He agrees. “But I want to.”

You shrug. It’s a cold gesture but fuck he knows you; he knows it’s your way of protecting yourself, of getting distance. He can’t stand the idea of that, of a chasm between the two of you, right now it feels like there’s a gulf and he fucking hates it so he just comes out with it.

“I love you.” he says frankly, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck. “I have since the moment we met, there hasn’t been anyone else and there won’t be anyone else, not if you love me too.”

He stares at you, and he waits, but there’s silence. You don’t seem to know what to say, and he gets that. He’s just thrown everything out on the table, he wouldn’t know what to do with it either.

“It’s ok.” He says quietly. “It’s ok if you don’t love me too.”

He purses his lips together and he feels that fucking ache in the centre of his chest because his heart is breaking. He feels too much, he always has. He’s always been this way.

“I’m gonna…” he jerks his head at the door before squeezing past you. His hand grips the doorhandle to let himself out when he feels a tug on his kutte.

He turns to you surprised and for a moment your eyes meet, and he sees everything. He sees the fear, the adoration, the vulnerability, the want. He sees it all and he knows that deep down you feel the same way too. He knows that the world has hurt you, scarred you, made you impenetrable and you’re still learning that it’s ok to love somebody, to allow yourself to be loved. Your hands are in his hair, mouth brushing over his, the kiss is sweet and soft and he doesn’t expect it, he doesn’t expect anything from you and isn’t that just thing that breaks you.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. “Christ I’ve wanted to say it, I just couldn’t make the words come out. I’ve wanted to say it so many times…”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his thumb ghosting over the blush of your cheek. There’s intimacy in the gesture, a wealth of understanding that doesn’t need words. It’s hard for you, he gets it, he always has.

“Love me or leave me, but please don’t ever fuck around on me.” You request.

There’s a sense of pleading in your voice and it hurts him to hear it, because he knows that it’s happened before. That the fallout from it has made you closed off, because something like that it erodes at your self-worth, it makes you react the way you did tonight.

“I will always love you; I won’t leave you and I'll never fuck around on you.” he promises you as he looks into those eyes of yours. He wants you to see that he means it, that he believes in the two of you. “I'm yours Songbird for as long as you'll have me, in this life and the next.”

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[the-pinstriped-hood]

Games with Gods:

Part 4

The challenge was already two days in and yet his mind was already unraveling itself.

Bo hadn't heard from Percy in two days.

She had sent Mac along with a hand written letter attached to his collar.

'My beloved Southern Tempest,

I regret to inform you that I am locking myself away for a week to keep myself focused. I sent Mac along to keep you company. I can't trust myself to not misbehave around you. As I know how much you love to win games, this is the easiest solution I have and the easiest path to victory. I'll see you in a week's time' - Percy

The letter had been sealed via wax, girl was classy as always. Something was cloying at Bo's nose. He sniffed the letter and just about lost it. She had spritzed it with her favorite pomegranate perfume he had given to her as a gift for her birthday last year. Bo's face flushed, clutching the letter, his hands shaking. He couldn't take this....this was already torture!

A knock at the shops door knocked him out of his haze. "How are you holding up?" Vincent asked, leaning against the counter signing to his twin.

Bo could only manage a growl before pocketing the letter and setting Macavity in his favorite patch of sun in the shop.

"I take it Eleonora's informed you then."

"Yeah. Are you going to be okay?" Vincent silently tilted his head.

"I just got word, Percy has decided to lock herself away until the week is up." Bo shook his head.

Vincent couldn't help but smirk behind his mask as he signed. "You could always forfeit..."

Bo grew enraged. "Baby brother I will be doing no such thing!" He hissed, grabbing his tools and started disassembling the car he had in the shop.

Vincent knew his twin was stubborn as a mule. He didn't know was was eating Bo alive more, not seeing Percy for a week or the lack of touch. Some sadistic part made him happy to see Bo suffer for something. He was bound to break eventually.

Percy was not fairing much better. She cursed herself for using her perfume on that letter, knowing it would drive her Mad Mechanic insane with lust. She had finished two pages with her newest book as she went to go make herself some lunch. She thought about making some lunch for- Bo.

"You're a good girl Percy, you can stay under house arrest for five more days. Five more days and it's all over. Macky can stay with Daddy for five more days, he needs it..." She paced in her living room wanting to cry.

The doorbell ran and Ava was on her porch.

"Hey girly!"

Percy let her in.

"Percy you look like hell, are you okay?" The guitarist asked. Percy had gotten very little sleep due to pushing herself for her book and thinking about Bo.

"No, I'm going mad. I've locked myself away in my house for this game. I can't trust myself to go outside because I know I'll break and run straight to him."

Ava grimaced. "Hey, I'm here to work with you on those songs...you ready?" Percy zoned out for a second. "Percy?"

Coming back to it, Percy nodded and went to get her poetry book. She needed a distraction.

Tag list: @slaasherslut @rottent33th @cries-in-latino

[marictheirins]

i want your gif making lore. 7, 9, 17, 15, 20, 26, 40, 45, and 49!

dfkjaj LORE REQUEST RECEIVED

7. Who are your top 3 gif makers

ohmans thats hard khfdsa. i actually am big fans of a lot of gifmakers out there that i dont follow but i see their stuff all the time in the tags & rb from them etc etc. but like i do follow a lot of folks who’s stuff i rlly enjoy and are folks that tend to inspire me. its a bit unfair to list just three so fkjsdha uhh @aartyom  @eurodynamic @onewingedangels @preciousgyro @entreri @marogarreh @thequantumranger @trident

9. What/who inspired you to start making gifs

i dont fully remember, i think a mix of just fandom stuff w/ friends & rp blogs. i do remember it was a hellacious journey until i could figure it out and since then i just have tried to keep improving or learning new things etc etc.

17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets? How many gifs to you prefer in a set

this is VERY dependent on the set im making at the time. i try to avoid like sets with a lot of images bc i get very tired with the task. but some stuff like i try to do between 2-5 so it looks nice in a post.

15. Have you ever had gifs stolen and reposted

constantly. usually its my avan gifs or star trek gifs. which is like the major reason i dont do them anymore or do a lot of non-video game slash anime sets. i tend to confront the person or ask them to take it down & it goes as well as you expect half the time: not the best. the worst time was a rp blog stealing all my avan gifs, not aware i was in the same rp circles so like tons of mutuals( most shared between the two of us ) notified me & they blocked me on said blog so i had to message them from my personal + other blogs i had at the time as well as said mutuals spoke with them as well before they took them down. it was a very frustrating day.

20. Mac or PC

i have experience with both mac & pc, however my default is my pc which is built for gaming. i’ve had mac laptops in the past via my older sister who would give me her school handmedowns. as far as specifically creating art gifs what have you, i have no preference between the two.

26. How many un posted sets are in your drafts right now

sO I KNOW A LOT OF PPL DO THAT WHERE THEY MAKE STUFF AND SAVE IT IN DRAFTS BUT IM DKSJHA i just i dont have the like mental fortitude to make something and not post it soon after. back when i was doing rp stuff & writing i used my drafts very heavily for wips & i sorta do that w/ gifsets in a way. as i make them i have a opened draft to upload each one to see how they look on tumblr, if they upload correctly, & to check coloring between my main monitor secondary monitor & phone as well so i make sure colors are good theres no washes etc. so usually if there is something in the drafts im currently working on it or its about to be posted so there are zero things in my drafts other than this ask kfsha

40. Why do you make gifs

good question. no clue. fkjhdsa but its fun & i enjoy it. its also just fun to share my interests in a way that can be shared by other people in reblogs etc. reading the tags of my sets & seeing ppls reactions or just opinions or whatever is just it rlly makes it. I Make Gifs For The People.

45. Ever gotten hate over a set

i’ve had ppl disrespect me bc of a gifset but ive never gotten hate persay. i do get a lot of bitchy people upset about my “do not repost or remove caption.” that i add to my posts which like i tend to ignore. realistically i cant stop ppl from doing such but it has helped so i keep doing it. usually i get a comment on said set they reblogged that day or in the tag but ive gotten 1 ask once about it & it was p funny. but proper hate with a valid reason ? nah.

49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first started giffing

oH SO MUCH LOL. from coloring, to timing of the frames, to composition, to typography, to quality. the more i make the better i get. && there are things i want to redo to see how much i’ve improved. im not using the best tools to make these, but i’ve seen my improvement i’ve seen how much better i am & it’s rlly nice to be able to visually see your growth.

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[little-raindrops-blog]

Things for littles or caregivers to do on sad days

Some of these might be weird but they all have explanations, bear with me. Also, they're not in any particular order, it's just a list for everyone

Clean your room- I know, I know, cleaning is no fun but most of the times when we're having sad days and aren't productive, we feel bad that we weren't productive. And if that doesn't happen to you, not only does it give your mind something else to think about but I guarantee you'll feel better once you're in a clean environment. And you can always listen to music

Make a nest or fort- Nests and forts or even a hiding place you might have in your Ikea shelf bed are perfect for sealing the outside world away. If you share a room, please ask your roommate to leave your fort alone and if they're not respective of that, nests are more discreet

Hug your stuffies- Yes, even you caregivers. You can have a stuffie as a caregiver, they're not just for littles. Some people have stuffies and don't even know what age regression is. But when you're sad, your stuffies get sad too so you guys have to hug until you feel better. If you have more than 1, be sure to rotate or hug more than 1 at once

Talk to your stuffie- Your stuffie is there to help YOU. That's YOUR comfort object so you can use them as your own personal therapist if you want (please try to get a real one if you need to, stuffies aren't great problem solvers). If you don't feel like talking, babble or have them read your mind

Eat yummy foods- If eating food doesn't help or food is the reason you're having a bad day or maybe you're sick, skip this part (though, please try to eat when you can). You can make soup or cereal or yogurt or Mac and cheese or chicken nuggets, whatever you want, it's your sad day. Don't eat too many sweets and try not to overstuff yourself

Drink plenty of liquids- It can be juice or water or milk (make sure to meet the 8-10 cups of water a day requirement). Soda probably isn't the best for little ones but caregivers, feel free as long as you're responsible. Definitely drink water if you've been crying to avoid dehydration headaches which brings me to my next point

Cry- I know what you're thinking but crying helps. You don't have to cry in front of anyone but if you feel like you have to, just let it out. Crying releases gross toxins that stress makes that could get you sick so it's scientifically proven that crying is good

Please please please take a break- Don't do ANY WORK. Unless it's something you enjoy as a hobby like diying pacifiers or making bracelets, don't do it. And don't do it to fill out any orders, you'll stress yourself out. If you feel like you need something to do to distract you, try coloring or playing out a fairytale with your dolls or racing trucks or building towers with blocks

Rest- Take a nap, try to get a full 8-10 hours of sleep, whatever you need to do to feel better. You don't even have to sleep, just relax

Take a bubble bath- Yes, it has to be a bubble bath. Shampoo or body wash can make bubbles if you don't have bubble bath solution. Add toys if you want to and can, some of your stuffies can even take baths with you (make sure they can by reading the tags). You can even add a face mask to make it more fun. Then, sink in and relax

[journen]

rules: tag a few people you want to know better; make a new post, don’t reblog!

Thank you for the tag @demondean-writes !! Sorry it took me so long, I wrote this out a few days ago but didn't manage to finish until now!

Currently reading: Fanfiction lol. Im terrible at reading books… but there are a few on my list. However when the Star Wars: Brotherhood book comes out next month I suspect I will read that!

Last Song: The Chain - Fleetwood Mac. Lol, guess what show I’ve been watching?

Before this tho it was probably something by Tom Cardy. He’s a hilarious comedic Australian musician and his silly songs give me life and are so catchy. Here's one of my faves.

Last Movie: The Bubble. Watched it with my roommate around a week ago, had no idea what to expect other than i recognized some of the actors in it… he liked it, but I’m sorry I hated this movie bahshejsjdvsbeisksjHAHAHAHAH

Last Series: i guess you don’t have to guess lol OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH!!! This is probably my favourite show ever 👀 it’s just so good, wild, SO original and so wholesome!! The show i expected to not like but didn’t know I needed lol.

Gonna put the rest under a cut so this post isn’t terribly long lol.

Sweet, spicy, or savoury?: Def savoury! I dont mind sweets(though there is a limit) and i dont mind spice(also a limit) but you can never go wrong with savoury?

Coffee or Tea: Tea! Strong coffee gives me a headache, and im not always the biggest fan of the taste… so yes tea 👀 especially black tea!

Three Ships: Cody & Obi-Wan, Stede and Ed, and… hmmmmm… I don’t actually get into shipping a whole lot… and I can't think of a third off the top of my head that I ship really hard right now lol.

First ship: Probably Zelda and Link

Currently working on: Some commissions, some ofmd fan art, and getting my drivers license 👀

Favourite Piece of Clothing: My high waisted black button up jeans, this purple fleece puffy turtleneck sweater, or my God of War hoodie 👀

Comfort food: Spaghetti with this specific sauce my dad makes.

Fav time of year: Fall!! Love the colourful trees, not super hot weather, rain, and then we also start to get snow too which is always exciting.

Fav Fanfiction: I read too many to have just one lol!! I made a compilation of some of my favourites a little while back though, Here. However I have read many more since ...maybe I will make another list sometime soon.

Thanks for the tag!! No pressure, if you guys wanna do this too here you go @sunflowersinheaven @starwarsite @agirlunderarock @lightasthesun