#the specific one im looking at it 36 hours

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Fuck

[galaxxies18]

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[pedroshotwifey]

Hello lovely. Can I request #36 and Frankie please?

Thank you thank you

Hey, babe!! So I did something a bit different since I had two requests with the same number, and ended up making Frankie a sub in this one! If it’s not your thing or you simply don’t like it, there are absolutely no hard feelings and I would be glad to rewrite it with a sub reader ❤️

Pairing: Sub!Frankie Morales x Dom!F!reader

Tags/warnings: toys (dildo, cockring), anal sex (m), piv sex, dom reader, orgasm denial, top reader, sweet nicknames, fluff, smut, degrading names (once), probably overstimulation, double penetration (not rly lol i just think im funny)

W/C: 1.6k

Summary: Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it.

Needy

“Oh, what a good boy,” you coo as you walk into your bedroom, peeling off your coat as you go. The sight that greets you is indeed worthy of your praise.

Frankie is sitting naked on the bed, his chest flushed where he’s leaned up against the headboard. His cock is in one hand, red and swollen from the multiple orgasms you already know he’s denied himself of—just as you’d instructed in the text you sent him when you left your work an hour before. He’s even put a cock ring at the base to make sure he follows your rules.

You made sure to be specific. It’s not often that Frankie requests for you to be in charge, but when he does, it’s usually because he’s trying to get his mind off of something. So you always do the best you can to completely take on the part and distract him. You love it when he’s in the more dominant spot, but you also love getting to be in control every once in a while. And you know Frankie does, too.

You pass him without a second glance and walk to the desk to drape your coat over the chair. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You huff a small laugh through your nose when you get no response. “You can talk, baby boy,” you tell him. You do take note of his good behavior, though. He waited for you to give him permission, just as he should have.

“Yes, I’m enjoying myself,” he breathes, and you can hear the eager truth in it.

You turn back around and smile at him. “I’m glad.” You start to strip out of your clothes, thinking about how you want tonight to go. A grin spreads across your face as you kick your shoes off, but you keep it out of sight of Frankie for now. “Go get one of your toys. Let’s make this even better,” you instruct.

Frankie tries to hide his own excited smile as he slips from the bed, but you see it. “What kind?” he asks.

“Any one you want, baby.”

You’re stripped down to your bra and panties by the time Frankie returns with a smallish dildo and a bottle of lube. He brings them both to you and you reach up to plant a small kiss to his lips. “Perfect. Go get back on the bed for me.”

He watches you for a moment, letting his gaze linger on yours for a moment before nodding and walking back to the bed. You swat his ass as he goes, which makes him shoot you a glare, and you raise an eyebrow in playful warning. You strip the rest of the way before you join him, toy in hand.

“Alright, show me,” you tell him as you climb onto the bed in front of him. His cheeks flush a bit, but he does as you say and parts his thighs, lifting them up and apart enough with his hands to reveal his asshole to you. You smile and lick your lips. He looks gorgeous, his weeping cock resting against the rolls of his stomach as it gets scrunched from his positioning.

“Ask me to open you up, sweetheart.”

His throat bobs before he indulges you. “P-please open me up,” he obeys quietly. His poor cock twitches as the words leave his mouth, betraying how aroused he is despite the sliver of embarrassment he’s showcasing.

“What’s that, honey?” you taunt. “Speak up for me.”

“Please open me up,” he looks into your eyes as he begs, letting you see the desperation there.

“Okay, I’ve got you, sweet boy.”

You pop open the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto your fingers before using your other hand to warm it. Frankie’s breathing picks up as you trail one hand down his cock and all the way down to his tight hole, where you insert your middle finger. He bites his lip at the intrusion, his face already contorting with the relief of having something inside of him. A few pumps, and you let a second one join, making him moan and squeeze around you.

“There we go,” you coo proudly. “Doing so good for me.”

He keens at your praise, eyebrows knotting together even as he does his best to keep his brown eyes open and pleading. You start to scissor your fingers, and his legs slip as his hips buck, trying to get you deeper. You laugh and slip him another finger.

“Needy boy.”

You finger him faster, crooking your fingers and finding that spot that makes him whine so prettily. You wait until he’s panting and starting to sweat before you remove your fingers, smiling wickedly as he protests. “N-no, please!”

“Just wait, honey, you’ll like this better,” you assure him as you reach behind you for the dildo. You coat it generously with lube and bring it to his hole, watching his eyes roll back as you start to slip it in. It’s not very big, but you know it’s his favorite because it always settles against his prostate and makes him see stars. He has bigger ones, but they just don’t hit the spot like this one does.

You slip it all the way to the base, listening to Frankie’s sweet moans tumble from his lips. When it’s in all the way, you don’t pull it out, but instead take your hands away and help him lay his legs back down comfortably. You can tell he’s questioning you, but he doesn’t voice it. You can see the exact moment it hits him right because he lets out a strangled yelp as his weight pulls him down on it.

He’s almost too distracted in trying not to drool to notice you taking his cockring off. You lean over him and set it on the nightstand, and then climb onto his lap and line the tip of his cock up with your already soaked cunt.

You love the way his eyes widen when he realizes what you’re doing, the panic that flashes through them as he realizes that he’s not going to be able to handle it all. You’re slipping down onto him before he can say anything, however, already moaning at the familiar stretch.

“Oh you feel soo good, Frankie,” you purr. Frankie just whines and grips the sheets, dueling his composure as he focuses on not coming the second you’re fully seated. Your toes curl at the feeling of him so deep inside of you, and you smirk upon knowing how he must feel right now.

You put your hands on his shoulders and use your knees to lift up slightly, and when you bounce back down, Frankie moans in a way that you swear should be fake. But it’s not. Because you know that as soon as you pushed back down, that toy he’s seated on slammed into his prostate.

It’s genius, honestly, and you’re not exactly sure how you haven’t thought of this before, keeping him sandwiched and forcing every thought from his pretty head. You moan when you look back down at his face. He looks thoroughly fucked, and you haven’t even started. His body is covered in sweat already, revealing his struggle.

You don’t show any mercy as you start to bounce atop him, focusing on getting his cockhead to slam into you just right. The sounds that he makes are filthy and unlike anything you’ve heard before. He’s whining and groaning and panting and moaning and you can’t get enough. Trapped between two sources of pleasure, you don’t think he can get enough, either.

“Oh, there you go, baby. You moan like such a pretty little whore for me,” you paint the words onto his lips, and he seals them with a sloppy kiss. You slip your tongue into his hot mouth, and you devour him as you start to feel your high approaching. His whines turn even more high pitched, and you know he’s there with you. Your fingers find your clit, and you start to rub tight circles to get you closer.

You quicken your pace, tightening that coil in your abdomen until it snaps and you squeeze like a vice around Frankie. His entire body jolts as he comes with you, moaning wildly and trembling the entire way through. His arms come up to wrap around you, his hips buck repeatedly—though you’re not sure whether he’s trying to get away from the senses, or get more.

You moan right along with him as you ride out your orgasm. Tears are streaming down his face, and you can’t help but lean forward and lick up one of the trails through your pleasured state. He feels so fucking good pulsing inside of you and filling you with his seed, even after you come down from your high.

You wait until his body stops shaking before you reluctantly slip off of him and scoot back to pull the dildo out. A string of warm lube comes with it, and the sight is almost enough to make you want to do it all over again. But you don’t, you instead toss the toy carelessly off the edge of the bed and lean forward again to gently kiss Frankie, who’s finally settling down a bit.

You’re glad the fan is on above you, cooling your bare skin as you lay down with Frankie, who has a massive, blissed-out grin on his face. You cuddle up with him, just as he likes to do right after sex.

“How was that, baby?” you ask, a little nervous since you went a bit harder this time.

“Fucking perfect,” he laughs quietly. “Thank you.” He moves over you and kisses you softly, cradling your cheek with one of his large palms. You smile into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and basking in the bliss of simply holding him.

******

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[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

HIII HI HI MAC!! IN UR INBOX. BEING ANNOYING. hope ur havin a good nighttttt <33 ^__^ i still haven't gotten past the gang leaving to find the other two missing folks in episode 36 yet. but ohhhh i fucking. Have Thoughts!!!!

>what is the deal with the "everyone evacuated instantly left in the middle of what they were doing" thing. was it. deadwood shit [tm]? the trickster? some hero doing crazy unethical but very efficient mass mind control to get everyone to leave quickly?

>shaking the trickster up and down putting him in the FUCKING paint mixer. what does he WANT? what does he want! i still don't understand this. obviously he escaped from the chaos realm and is delighting in causing as Many Problems As Possible (maliciously) but. why!! is it just the chaos realm driving u crazy bonkers regardless of who u originally were when u went in? he is. obviously. not happy. but also doesn't necessarily read as intentionally evil in the same way, like, mal does. was it originally Intended to be superhell or was that just something that happened after the array were deposed? also what was the original intent of ashe's book... was it the whisperer's? or a member of the array? welll-- maybe not the whisperer's, since it can summon duck. but. it's really just like a phonebook for creatures in the spirit realm (another point towards what was the trickster originally??). how did ashe Get It?

>genuinely this whole time i am so stressed and terrified for william wisp. he is power level LOWER THAN AN ALLIGATOR he is just a real boy now!! among all these superheroes who could crush him into paste regardless of the chainsaw and the shotgun. he is. eighteen. i'm so fucking dreading the confrontation with the trickster being smart and full of self loathing doesn't protect u from the trickster's big epic meat fist!!

>my prediction for the last mission they're going on is it's gonna be some freaky deadwood demon shit. the little girl was trickster stuff the other guy was chaos demon possession. i think this one is some good old-fashioned haunted town bullshit. i'll come check back in on this one in a couple hours hehehe.

>around every corner i'm like MARK??? IS HE HERE??? WHERE IS HE. i can't wait for him to appear.... i love u mark winters u suck so bad.. i hope he doesn't have to big participate in the trickster confrontation. well. for his sake i don't for my sake i hope he Does because that would suck SO bad for him <333

ok ok that's it for now i think. still insane over dakota's posession moment. hey remember when i wrote like 7k over him freaking out about the Thing In Him? ok ok BYE going to put the gort to beddddd. will b back in several business hours to liveblog the rest of 36 & u can laugh at mee ^__^

HIIIIIII YAYY YAYY YIPPEEEE I LOVE WHEN MY FRIENDS ARE ANNOYING IN MY INBOX !!!!!!!!

I am having a good night look at this card I made for my intern (her last day is tomorrow 🥲)

(gift card and note emitted for obvious reasons)

I LOOOOOVE YOUR THOUGHTSSS EHEHE dude im sooooo excited for u to see the end there's so many things I cannot wait to get your opinion on >:]c specifically not commenting on Some Of This for Reasons but I am sooooo entertained hehehehehehe

I ALSO WANT TO KNOW HOW ASHE GOT THE BOOK SO BAD. THATS SOMETHING WE DONT KNOW YET. yakko please I want your boys backstory nowwwwww !!!!!! CRYING @ THE TRICKSTERS EPIC HUGE MEAT FIST. YEAH. fuck this not-ghost-boy in particular. I'm sure they'll figure something out :)

mark is! somewhere! don't worry about it! he told dakota he was gonna be there he'll show up. probably..don't worry about it!

IM ALSO REALLY CRAZY ABT DAKOTA GETTING POSSESSED DUDE..... I think abt it a lot. i think abt it soooo much. I ALSO THINK ABOUT YOUR FIC SO MUCH when i was readinf that I was like. ohhhhh they're gonna make this so much worse when they Learn Things..... prime traumatic stress defenders!!!!!!!!

[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 73. brb x oc

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Fluff, Bea facing demons, HONESTLY IM JUST PREPARING YOU GUYS BECAUSE THINGS WILL GET INTERESTING SOO ENOUGH AAAAAAAAA (again uwu )

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January came to an end, an end that honestly Bea thought came way too fast…because she was finally on her way to the photo shoot. It was going to happen in a matter of hours, Marcus told her to get there early, Rooster was at work and she couldn’t really bother him to take her there so Shells did instead.  Except the ‘there’ was Evelyn’s apartment.

She was a bit confused, expecting them to do it in another location or something of the sort, but Shells and herself went up the known elevator to Evelyn’s penthouse floor, stepping inside the apartment with wide eyes. There were a lot of people there, racks with clothes, boxes filled with accessories and whatnot and Wiley was curiously sniffing everything before he landed on the couch.

���Woah.” she hears Shells say, pulling her sunglasses to her hairline, “That’s a whole fuck lotta people.” Beatrice agrees with her, seeing a lot of people moving back and forth at Evelyn’s apartment, until she meets her friend’s eyes across the room. Evelyn smiles, walking away from the woman she’s talking with to step away and to the two surprised friends by the entrance.

“Glad you showed up and on time too, very good for a rookie.” Evelyn teases Bea, who laughs nervously, hugging her cardigan on her crossed arms almost like a nervous shield, “Marcus is setting everything in my room, the lights are getting ready and whatnot, it’ll be done in a little bit.”

Beatrice nods, seeing other models already seated outside on Evelyn’s balcony, most of them wearing robes and having a variety of body types and skin tones, “Oh, ah, they are already done?”

Evelyn looks over her shoulder to where Beatrice gestured, “Not really, they are just waiting to be called to get their makeup and hair ready.” she explains, shrugging, “I just told them to get comfortable. Come on, Marcus would want to see you.” the brunette nods, following Evelyn down the hallway that led to her bedroom where she could hear voices -specifically one that sounded a lot like Marcus’ - coming from there.

She was a bit confused as to why Evelyn agreed for this photo shoot to be done in her place, maybe her friendship with Marcus went deeper than she thought? Maybe it was because…well, maybe it was because he liked the apartment! That could be it, it’d be easier than to rent an actual place, right? Also, during the time before the photo shoot, she actually looked some stuff up about how much models are paid, especially the rookie ones.

She isn’t sure…if it’s because Marcus is the one dealing with all this or because he really liked her, but the price she saw online and the price she was offered were very different. She was confused, yet very thankful for that. It would help them in the long run after all. They reached Evelyn’s room, seeing that the space turned into a beauty room with vanities, more racks of clothes and make up boxes all over the place.

In the middle of everything was Marcus, who was currently fixing a one piece suit on a hanger, looking up when he heard people coming, “Oh!My muse! You are here!” Bea waved gently and squeaked out a soft hi before he hugged her, air kissing her cheeks and doing the same to Shells who was just watching this whole thing with wide eyes, “I am so happy you arrived, come come come!” he grabs Bea’s wrist, tugging her gently to the rack of clothes he was messing with minutes before, “These are all for you.”

Those were a lot of clothes, in different shades of reds, purples, blues and darker or neutral shades. Beatrice’s whispered yet amazed ‘woah’ as she brushed her figner through each one made Marcus smile, “They were all made thinking of you.” the brunette looks back at him with wide eyes, “I believe it’ll be a huge success.”

“Well–I…thank you, Marcus, it means a lot to me.” she smiles, genuinely thankful for him. He nods back in reply, leaning closer to Whitney and letting her know they were ready to begin. The woman pulled out a fluffy robe with the initials M.B embroidered in gold thread on the breast area and handed it to Beatrice. Evelyn and Shells stood by the brunette, with the former placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her to the ensuite bathroom so she could change.

The bathroom there was huge, in tones of black, white and gold, a divider with Japanese motifs separated the bathtub and shower from the rest of the bathroom…and it was also the same place where Beatrice would change into the new robe. She hands her other clothes to Shells, everything including her underwear - she was very thankful she waxed literally everything a few days before - as she runs her fingers through her hair. Shells however hands the phone over to Beatrice, knowing she’d like to talk to Rooster if time allowed her to.

Beatrice holds the phone with both hands, almost too scared to part ways with it, finally choosing to slide into the robe’s low pocket, its weight a comfortable reminder. “Okay.” she says, stepping from behind the divider, “I’m ready.”

“Good,” Evelyn grins, “They are waiting for you, don’t worry, we’ll be there with you too so you won’t be alone.”

“Thanks guys,I really–I…” she couldn’t find words to describe, “I-I—thanks. Really.”

She steps out of Evelyn’s bathroom to see the amount of people on the outside were now inside the room alongside the three other models already seated on their own vanities, each one with their own makeup artist to their side. Beatrice feels a gust of fear making it’s way up her spine, looking back at her friends for courage. Both women gave Bea a thumbs up, so the brunette inhaled deeply before getting closer to the station she’d be at. 

The makeup artist, a person with tattooed cheeks and forehead and dark lipstick smiled at her, “Hi, Beatrice, my name is Mal and I’ll be your make up artist while Genie,” they point to a young woman with afro puffs and a Madonna shirt standing behind her, “Will do your hair. Is that alright with you?” they were being very careful which she was surprised and grateful for. She feared she’d be…mistreated or just tossed around and hoped for the best but they were being very nice with her.

Beatrice nods, sitting down on the chair in front of the vanity to stare at her reflection. She didn’t usually pay much attention, but with such a big mirror and it being surrounded by light she could see the bags under her eyes were just a bit less prominent, but there were still small blemishes on her face and skin, alongside some freckles she never noticed she had before. And she used sunscreen daily. 

Beatrice tried to hold back her surprise when she felt someone messing with her hair already and Mal’s face was right next to her. She was used to doing her makeup herself, honestly she wasn’t the greatest at it but she could make herself look good if need be. But this was like if her skincare routine was made for the rich and famous, because there were things on her face she had never heard before.

Mal did compliment her skin though, saying it was very healthy and taken care of nicely. Which to her was a surprise, she always had issues with her skin - cue the bags under her eyes and the few blemishes she still had -  so to hear that from a professional makeup artist really did something good to her ego.

They turned Bea around so her back faced the mirror instead of her face and so she could see both Evelyn and Shells sitting alongside Marcus on chairs that resembled the one she and the other models were seated in, folded and easy to carry. She couldn’t talk much with how Mal and Genie were messing with her hair and face, but she would sometimes mumble a reply to a question or give them an ‘ok’ sign. She went to a spa once with her nonna, it resembled her a little bit of what this was, the massaging on her scalp and the delicious smell of flowers - lavender - entering her nose was helping her relax a little bit more.

According to Marcus, he wanted the models to have a wet hair look and then a beautiful natural dry look that would work with each of the clothes. And since most of the clothes he had were swimwear, it made sense. Beatrice’s eyes moved to the bikinis on the rack as Mal brushed a light colored lipstick over her mouth, the same fear from before returning albeit a lot milder.

Those were nice bikinis, but compared to the other models in the room, she felt…the pang of self consciousness come and her confidence dropped a little bit. She felt like it’d be like most of the photo shoot, a roller coaster of emotions and fears that she’d have to endure. She was a bit thankful that it was happening in Evelyn’s apartment though, she hoped she wouldn’t need to, but if she had to take an ‘emotional break’ she could easily find her way around the huge place or with Evelyn’s help.

“There you go.” Mal smiles, tilting her head up so the light hit her face just right, looking back at Marcus and the two girls, “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Beatrice felt her cheeks warm up at the compliment, something that Rooster often called her but felt strange coming from someone else but him. Both Evelyn and Shells clapped, the latter even wolf whistling at her friend’s makeup and hair since Genie was done as well. 

“You look amazing, oh Mal you did a wonderful job.” Marcus says, one of his hands to his heart as he looks at Beatrice, “You all did.” Beatrice looked to the other models with curiosity, seeing they had the same ‘bare face no makeup makeup’ on. They all looked beautiful and Beatrice couldn’t help but wonder if she looked just the same. Her answer came in the form of a chair turning and the view of her face in the mirror.

She gasped, turning her head this way and that to check all the angles “Wow…” she whispered, she really looked amazing, “This is incredible.”

“We had a great canvas to work with.” comes Genie’s response, which makes Beatrice smile bashfully and look down at her hands, “Okay, she’s ready.”

Shit.

It was really happening.

Beatrice looked back at the other models who were talking to other assistants, while Marcus waited in the middle of the room with his hands clasped, watching Bea stand to her feet and wring her hands together nervously, “Very well, we’ll start with…” he trifles through the clothes until he finds what he was looking for, “This one.” a black bikini with bottoms that knotted at the hip bones, something she had never worn but always wanted to. “You can go change, we’ll wait for you.”

“O-Okay.” she holds the bikini in front of her face, then looks back at the two friends who were still there, seated, “Can they–come with me?”

“Of course.”

Beatrice steps into the ensuite bathroom with Shells and Evelyn following her, hiding back behind the golden divider and pulling the bikini out of its specific rack. She looks down at the soft fabric and the way it was shaped with her fingers slightly trembling with nerves, “I can do this.” she whispers to herself, undoing the knot of her robe to finally change.

Shells and Evelyn wait outside, the blonde casually leaning over the divider’s edge to check if Bea was alright, “She’s looking, a-mazing.” she says once she leans back to face Evelyn, “This was the best idea ever.”

Evelyn, while worried about this whole ordeal at the beginning when Marcus first offered it to Beatrice, eventually warmed up to it with the condition her friend would have a good time and be okay about it. She didn’t want Beatrice to be too nervous or scared because of Marcus and the others, especially because it was a swimwear mainly shoot, “As long she’s okay– are you okay Bea?”

“Yeah.” comes the muffled reply from behind the divider, “I’m almost done.”

She walked out still wearing the robe, the bikini fit her perfectly, it was almost like it was molded to her body and she couldn’t understand how it was possible but it was, “Okay.” she nods, walking out of the bathroom with her friends following, meeting Whitney outside who was holding a thin pair of sunglasses, gently placing it over Beatrice’s nose and leading her towards the area where the photoshoot would happen.

Every step only made her nerves stand on edge, her throat feeling dry like she swallowed sand. She inhaled shakily, clenching the edged of the robe to her chest, seeing the lights and cameras all moved to the balcony, some of the models already posing…in the pool. Oh. Oh that was new. She knew it was a swimwear photoshoot first but…she was a bit nervous about it, what if she slipped? What if she couldn’t really do a pose like the other models were? Beatrice chews the inside of her lip, bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously as she watches the photoshoot happen.

Marcus wasn’t only the fashion designer, he was also the photographer which to be honest made her feel more at ease. She wasn’t close to him like Evelyn was, but knowing he would be the one taking the photos was very helpful. She watches the models turn and change positions several times, it was amazing…and fast. Beatrice strats wringing her hands together again, smell the flower blow the candle. Repeat, repeat, repeat. 

Watching this whole thing happen was amazing, not to mention fast. Soon enough she was called to step in, blinking back at Marcus who smiled at her, holding his camera, “Come on.” He nodded to the pool as the other women dried up and got back inside to change into another outfit. Beatrice nods meekly, turning back to Evelyn and Shells, both women walking forward with her when she finally gets to the balcony.

What if someone from other buildings see her? What if they take pictures of this photoshoot? What if they post online and then everyon-”Bea,” Evelyn’s calm voice snaps her out of her anxious thoughts, “No one lives in the last floot across from me and the floor below it can’t see anything but the walls, no one will see you.” she didn’t know how she did it, but the fact that Evelyn knew exactly what was bothering her relaxed her a whole lot.

“Okay.” she whispers, pulling her phone out of the robe’s pocket, looking down at it and smiling when there was a message from Rooster.

“You’ll do great, angel ;) I love you and I’ll see you later <3”

She smiles more, then locks the phone to hand it over to Shells. She’s so nervous when she removes the robe, even clenching her eyes before she folds it and keeps it in front of her a shield, blinking one eye open when no one said anything, they just waited for her to make a move, “Oh.” she blushes, placing the robe aside and still keeping her hands in front of her body, clasped above her navel, “Um…w-what do I do?”

“Well, we’ll start easy first. I’m sure Evelyn can help you too,right?” Marcus tilted his head to her friend, Beatrice meeting Evelyn’s brown eyes as she got closer, placing both of her hands on her shoulders to shake them a bit off the tension.

“Think of this as if you are modeling in your bedroom.” she explains, “It might not feel like it, but it’s the same. Don’t be afraid to mess up, it’s your first one so you can hesitate a bit. Second and last, have fun. It’s very liberating.”

“O-Okay.” she says softly, “Thanks Ev.” Evelyn nods, giving a step back to Marcus could direct Beatrice where to go first. Her stomach was still cold with nerves, deciding to keep her breathing pattern as she gently runs her fingers through her hair, body tilted to the side. She was surprised when she heard the sound of the camera lens clicking, looking at where Marcus was in surprise.

He smiles, looking down at the screen, “Perfect. That was amazing.” he even shows the picture to her, the brunette widening her eyes in surprise at how…good she looked. She looked amazing, she didn’t even look like herself and it wasn’t even a planned picture at all. “Another one!”

-

Beatrice changed outfits several times and over time, her confidence finally taking over and she noticed how fun this really was. More and more she felt sexy, her movements were more fluid and in the last picture she finally smiled as bright as the sun, something Marcus and everyone else around them complimented.

When she photo shoot was done she was expecting them to thank her, but not to be clapped…even by the other models! She watched with wide eyes as they hooted and complimented her, telling how she did such a good job for someone who never did that before, even suggesting she should try to follow this field in the near future. Beatrice laughs nervously, her eyes prickling with thankful tears saying she’ll think about it, pulling the robe around her shoulders before going back inside.

Once she was in the ensuite bathroom with Shells and Evelyn, both women squealed, engulfing their brunette friend in a hug and jumping in a circle in the middle of the bathroom. Beatrice laughed, covering her face with both hands and enjoying the happiness that took over them and was eventually dripping towards her, “I did it!” she says behind her hands, pulling them back when they stop jumping, “I really did it!”

“You did and you were incredible.” Evelyn complimented, “You were just great, Bea. You really were.” the brunette sighed happily , her eyes shining with tears but she didn’t let them fall. She was…over the moon, she was so happy, her body was buzzing with energy. Shells handed her clothes back so Bea could change, with the two other women waiting outside the divider.

“Hey,Ev. How did Marcus convince you to let him use your place for the photoshoot?” Beatrice asks as she pulls her pants up her legs, shimmying them up past the hips.

“I actually suggested it.”

“You…suggested it?”

Evelyn’s head pops back over the divider’s edge, giving her friend a little smile, “Honestly,I didn’t want them to take you to a random place where you’d be alone and wouldn’t know your surroundings. Plus, if you were, you’d probably wouldn’t be able to have me or Shells with you.”

Beatrice looked at her friend with wide eyes, tying the ends of her red shirt by her waist - exposing the midriff, a complete opposite of how she got there with it down past her hips- “...really?” the fact that Evelyn wanted them to do the photoshoot at her penthouse apartment because it meant that Bea would have both her and Shells as support…meant so much to her. She had the greatest friends ever, God.

They’d definitely be her bridesmaids and– okay! Not thinking about this right now! In reality ever since she saw the bridal shop her mind has been…very…intriguing. She’s been having thoughts about dresses and ceremonies and even looking at the pictures of her aunt’s wedding - especially the ones of her and Rooster - and just wondering things.

She talked about it to her therapist, to which Dr.Varma just smiled warmly and suggested that maybe that’d be the next step after moving in together. It was insane…and yet, she wasn’t mad about it. But she wouldn’t mention it to him yet, she still needed time to think more about it and figure out what to do.

Once she’s done back into her old clothes, she’s surprised to see Marcus waiting for her outside, holding a gift box in his hands, “Beatrice, my darling muse.” her cheeks reddened even under all the makeup “You did wonderful today, darling. You were magnificent! And, as a thanks, these are for you.” he holds out the box for her, making Beatrice blink up at him in confusion.

“For me but–” she gently opens the lid, gasping in surprise when she sees the contents…the outfits she wore for the photo shoot! All of them, beautiful wrapped in peach colored paper with a big ‘recycle’ sticker on top, ‘But,but I—really? Are you sure?”

“I usually gift my first time models as a thanks for working with me.” he looks over towards Evelyn, “As Evelyn well knows. So these are all for you.”

Beatrice grabs the box with both hands, no words daring to come out of her mouth as she looks up at Marcus, finally lowering her gift and hugging the tall man tightly, ‘Thank you.” it was more than a thank you for the gift, it was a thank you for everything he did to her, “Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome my muse,” he says, hugging her back, “I’ll talk to you later tomorrow alright? So you can get paid as handsomely as I promise and so I can tell you when to expect the photos.”

“O-Okay, thank you.” Bea feels her phone vibrate, pulling back to look down at it once she gets it from her back pocket, “Oh,I-I have to go, Rooster is here.” Shells amused ‘of course he is’ makes her smile, but she thanks them all again, hugging Shells and Evelyn before she makes her way to the door.

Since Shells planned on staying behind to talk to Evelyn, Beatrice just said her goodbyes and made her way to the elevator, petting Wiley on the way out. Her cheeks hurt from smiling, the large black gift box in her hands only appearing to be bigger as the elevator lights hit it…and honestly she couldn’t believe she actually did that. She thanked again whatever deity made it possible for her to do so, bouncing in the elevator with how happy she was, stepping out of it almost tripping over herself.

She told the concierge goodbye, humming happily as she walks out of the building, looking around for the blue Bronco and grinning happily when she finds it and sees its driver leaning on the door with his arms crossed and his lips tilted in a smile. Rooster lets out a quiet whistle when he can see the makeup up close, “Damn, look at you.” she giggles, adjusting the box in her arms but her boyfriend picks it up before she drops it, because he’s loving just like that, “You got yourself a gift?”

“Yeah!Marcus wanted to thank me.” she watches him open the door and place the box on the back seat, “So he gifted me some things.” She didn’t say what they were just yet, choosing to keep that as a secret for now. Rooster hums from the inside, signaling he was listening to her, pulling back to look down at Beatrice with the same grin, “I had…a lot of fun.”

“Yeah?” he coos, cupping the side of her face with his big hand, “You look really good and I can see from your expression it was fun…so, how about we go celebrate?”

“Celebrate?”

“Yeah,” he smirks, “I was thinking since you don’t have work tonight we could go somewhere.” he opens the passenger door for her, kissing her temple as she walks past him, “You know, I think it’ll be fun.”

“I’d like that, Roos.” she grins, “Anywhere you have in mind?”

“Actually, yeah.” he says, leaning his head down to peck her lips, his eyelids low as he takes in her appearance one more time, “I think you’ll like the place. God, you look really good.”

Beatrice giggles again, cupping his face with her hands, rubbing his jawline with her thumbs, “Thank you,Roos…so, shall we?”

[boozois]

Uh, hi! This is the same Anon from a previous ask. I'm sorry if this is too much to ask rn if you're busy but I was wondering if I can request to do a husky borzoi? No specific colours or anything. Just...a husky borzoi. I'd like to see your take on one as a reference to how to do one if that's okay with you >///<

this is a really cool idea! there are actually a few pictures of "borzuskis" online

cute, right?

here's a few differences between borzois and huskies:

huskies are 20-23 inches in height at the shoulder, and can weigh between 30-50 pounds. borzois are 28 inches in height at the shoulder and can weigh between 75-106 pounds.

huskies originate from a breed bred by the Chukchi in Siberia. the Chukotka Sled Dog was bred for the ability to go very long distances pulling sleds in harsh winter conditions. they were also bred to assist in hunting large marine mammals, and for companionship. huskies and Chukotka sled dogs aren't the exact same, but share close DNA. both have saved people's lives!

borzoi were bred for hunting fox, boar, hare, and wolves. they were created by breeding saluki and european sighthounds with longer haired breeds. they were also considered aristocratic symbols, because they were handed down from generation to generation of Russian nobles. they could only be given as a gift from the Tsar.

here are a few similarities:

both borzois and huskies originate from russia!

the borzoi and the chukotka sled dog have both had moments in history where they were almost extinct.

huskies and borzois are both intelligent and stubborn dogs. they prefer independence and borzoi in particular are not easy to train with food.

they both needs lots of enrichment, especially physical exercise, or they might get feisty and eat your couch!

they both like to talk a lot, and can be dramatic.

so.. what happens if you combine these two russian badasses?

this is my interpretation of the borzuski, complete with every color variant i could think of. they are all based off of husky coat colors. the design is meant to be in between the two breeds based on build and coats.

i think borzuskis would stand 22-26 inches at the withers and probably weigh between 50-90 pounds. their personality would be intelligent and playful, but also stubborn. it'd be hard to motivate them to do something if they didnt want to. they could be destructive if handled improperly, because of how strong they'd be. the average top speed a husky can reach is 30 mph, borzois 36 mph. they would need a lot of space and high walls, huskies need a 6 foot fence and some borzoi reach close to 6 feet. it would also be able to hunt very well. both dogs have a lot of prey drive. obedience training from an early age would help with their drive.

borzuskis would probably be really good companions for adventurous and high energy people. they'd talk a lot, and you'd have to give them multiple hours daily of exercise. it would be best to have them in some kind of classes for agilty, or daily hikes in cold climates. they'd need weekly to daily grooming, because of their thick and wavy coat.

what about the health issues? borzoi are extra prone to dental issues, bone diseases, and thyroid problems. huskies are prone to eye diseases, thyroid problems, and dysplasia. for this reason, i wouldnt reccomend breeding these dogs unless you are 100% sure the parents are not carrying harmful genes. always look for a verified ethical breeder. there could be even more of a reason not to mix these specific breeds that im unaware of. after all, theres not a lot of info on this mix! im doing a lot of guesswork on this, based on my research.

here you have it! feel free to make any changes to the design, nothing's set in stone. if you'd like another angle or variant of it, message me and i'll draw it for you. i would have more here but i've reached the 10 photo limit.

[sillycyan]

There is so many things I want to start as hobbies and what not, but they are way too expensive to truly dive into.. SO INSTEAD IM GONNA LIST EM + go on random side rants

TLDR: Take care of ferrets, skateboard, biker, art, vtuber, open sticker shop, collect manga and figures, scriptwriter, and learn Russian.

I definitely want ferrets in the far future. There has been hours on hours of research and planning to make it happen (ᗒᗣᗕ) This is something that does have to wait a few years when I’m financially stable and sticking to things in the house.

Skateboarding.. I have a board, but it’s a very DOOKIE one so around this month I’m gonna stop by a shop for a new one. The main problem here is that I live in a city so there is really no places to skate around and I already feel judged just being outside.. Imagine me on a skateboard??? I’m dying??

Hear me out on this one.. BIKER.. I recently have been really looking into motorcycles and when I do move out of the city (x_x) I’d truly rather be on a bike then in a car for reasons I will NOT explain. Cost wise it’s pricey, will have to be long term, and 100% is being my whole personality

I have been drawing on and off for a few years but with that I can’t trust myself to turn it into something serious as I have already quick multiple times for months to years at a time. I already own a drawing tablet, you not catching me on paper, and I already have a start. With art I feel forced to start commissions because it’s already so pressured to make money off it and that ruined the fun for me.

I want to stream as a vtuber soo badd!!! I already have a model now and plan to stream on my own time, but I’d love to be in an actual agency. Ofc I probably won’t be good enough for any because IM BLACK and it’s impossible to even get into any big names with that factor without being forced under a white and/or japanese persona… but it’s worth a shot yk?? Half throwing shade at the main vtuber agencies bc holy the racism in the community alone is horrible D:

Very sadly I got all the boring hyperfixations so I weirdly wish I could start a little sticker shop (-_-) Just for very cute random sticker sheets.. I collect stickers because it’s fun even though I haven’t use them because I don’t like to decorate my items with colors. Weirdly ties into how I’m a minimalist and I should never have kids because they would be the iconic “sad beige baby” GOD FOR BID I HAVE A GIRL oh my god they will never see the color pink ever (helps the color stereotypes ig)

Reallyyy REALLY want to collect manga. There are a few series I really just want to own and read SO IMA LISTEN EM HEHHE.. Banana Fish (own 1-9), Goodnight PunPun, Vagabond, A Girl on the Shore, Blood on the Tracks, Doomsday With My Dog, Chainsaw Man, Dandadan, Doubt, A Man and His Cat, and other names I’m not abt to remember..

Along with collecting manga I would love to collect figures, just a good few anime and game ones. Then just a whole bunch of Miku, but I’m stopping the blue aesthetic for my area and changing it to GREEN.. Really want the Banana Fish and Little Nightmares figured soo badd!!!!3!:?:!(:&36:

I cant drop too many details but.. scriptwriter.. I just think I could sit down and do that. NOT DROPPING SPECIFICS BC ITS EMBARRASSING SOO NEXTTT

Not sure if I can count this here, but I really want to talk time to learn Russian..? Show I’m fixated on and have been for years is in Russian and holy it made me wanna learn so baddd RAAAHHHHH

Just dropped 10 because no one is reading allat NOT EVEN I.. so if yew did read everything then helloo :))) I’m not gonna reread through nothing so sorry if it had bad spelling or grammar.. Rants don’t got time for allat

time to add a bunch of tags in relation to EVERYTHING update: not doin allat

[gaeasun]

1, 3, 5, 7, 14, 17, 23, 27, 34,35,36, 43 and 50 sorry if this is long 😂😅

oooh booy here we go time to learn about me

1.who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Twitch. Twitch is my comfort character. he gives me much comfort and i send comfort to others through him.

3. do you leave the window open at night?

only if its really hot cause i need the circulation in my room

5. what color are your eyes?

blue on the outside, green in the middle. Maybe getting a little brown right around the pupil. From a distance they look a bit greyish.

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

hair ties and they have to be the thick ones. Otherwise theyll break too quickly. i break about one a month anyways

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

YES petrichor beloved

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

i am sooooo nearsighted. without my glasses im actually legally blind.

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

the only thing its good for is to drink hot tea and bundle up without overheating.

27. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

maybe 8. need more tonight

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

a couple of choir songs because i got to look at them but other than that probably hero by skillet.

35. what’s your timezone?

aaahhh you can ask this privately or guess from any mention of time but i try not to be specific about location based things unless its got a large enough sample population.

36. how many times have you changed your url?

none :) ive used this url forever

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

depends on the cause of the spice. i don't mind spicyness itself usually but theres often this bitter taste from the peppers i dont like. wasabi and ginger are nice tho.

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

absolutely! but i might not respond if im too busy

[writefightandflightclub]

Hi luna 🌜

So I finally got caught up on ride or die. And I read the last two chapters like an hour ago. I needed some time to gather my thoughts.

So is it weird I kinda dislike Santi a little bit? But reader too? Im just here thinking everytime reader had a second to think what she should do. If to get away from Santi or go to him just to go to him and I'll be like girl pls. Jfkdkdkdkdkdk *me in my mind shouting at reader*: GIRL LOVE YOURSELF!!!!

Anyways I loved the last chapter specifically when they were fighting after fucking and how she said that bc she isn't a mission she's basically not worth it. And when she said his love wasn't enough and she regretted her words. And I thought she SLAYED there. Omg like it's just I actually think those were the right words to describe their situation. Bc Santiago telling her he loved her really wasn't enough. Bc she wanted more things she wanted a future with a husband (him) and kids and a quiet lovely life like she mentioned at the beach and I think he needed to hear that. Doesn't matter how hard and rude it sounded. Sometimes telling someone u love them ISNT enough. Actions are needed. And if Santiago isn't okay to leave the army when she already left it. Then like yeah idk I don't think they will be compatible.

I'm not sure if this story will have a happy ending and even tho the characters were giving me a twitch in the eye I absolutely loved it and my friend which I was telling her about the fic she said: babe 36 messages? . And I was like girl you need to know about this fic I needed to rant. Ridkdkkrkrkfkdkd

Also also fun fact when Frankie popped in and reader knew he was probably naked I actually snorted. That was funny to me.

And look I adore this fic but sometimes Santi and reader make me want to rip my hair out. Going in going out going in going out like DECIDE WHAT YOU GUYS WANT PLS. okay I hope this isn't me being to whiny. I really do love the fic and I can't wait to read more.

Also the fucking in the bathroom was hot too 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

Thats all. Again, love the fic 🩷

Lola! Hi lovely! 👋 ☺️🧡

Aww thanks so much for reading and for this glorious ask!

Okay, let’s get into it… Yes! You said you disliked them their actions in this chapter. I think that’s so important to highlight! What’s happening for them right now and how they’re handling it is definitely not aspirational. I defo didn’t want to romanticise arguing and yelling, so if it came across uncomfortable then I guess that’s maybe… good?! 😆 I hope that we can still be rooting for them to get to a healthier place even while they’re still being flawed and so very human, but I totally agree that this one is rough and they’re not handling things in an ideal way. I think they’re trying but they don’t know how (yet?). What I like about these two is that they both mess up. They’re both imperfect. There’s no one place to lay the blame. They both love hard and they both hurt. We’ll see if they can figure out a better pattern (or not!) by the end of the series, but you’re so right. This is not the best moment for them… but in a way, it needed to happen because things needed to be said, and for right now this was the one way they could find to do it!

Aww I love that you enjoyed the scene at the beach, thank you! Some truth bombs were definitely dropped and I really feel for both of them here. It does seem right now like they won’t be able to figure it out! That maybe they kinda sorta shouldn’t! But we’ll see how it all turns out 👀 😅

Ohmigosh and thank you for sharing with your friend about the story!!! 🥹🧡🥹🧡🥹 That makes me so happy! 36 messages?! 😀🧡😀

Haha! Frankie is a goddamn gem, I always love when he makes an appearance. AND in the nude too 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m so glad there was a little laugh in there amidst all the angst and frustration.

And look, I totally get you! I want them to MAKE UP THEIR DAMN MINDS TOO. There are definitely things blocking them, some of which they’re already aware of and some of which are maybe more unconscious. I think it’s frustrating for them too! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for them but ey, who knows where this is heading 😝🤣🙈

Thanks so much for this! 🧡

[devillilly-san]

36 Humiliating Questions for Adult Babies

1. How often should you be diapered?

A: all the time, except at work or inbetween changes

2. Do you want your underwear cut up?

A: if I had someone to 'Force' me to (and had underwear for that purpose)

3. Do people in diapers get to decide when they cum?

A: i do usually :)

4. Should anyone in diapers be looked at in a sexual manner?

A: Maybe?

5. Should you be allowed to use the toilet?

A: while getting ready for work, at work or after work before changing or if i have to #2

6. How long should you wear your diapers?

A: until theyre gone and then ill get more, but on a day to day basis 12+ hours or until soggy / leaking

7. Do you drool on yourself?

A: sometimes

8. Do you rub your diaper when no one is looking?

A: yes

9. Do you like to waddle in your diapers?

A: only sometimes

10. Do you want everyone to know you wear diapers?

A: only specific people tbh

11. Is potty training too hard for you, stupid?

A: nopes

12. Should you be allowed on the furniture?

A: Yes

13. Do you like being a smelly baby?

A: not really, i physically have a hard time messing

14. Does your house smell like piss?

A: nope :)

15. Do you prefer dry diapers or full diapers?

A: full!

16. Do you like to wear plastic panties?

A: sometimes, when im told to but usually im wearing some kind of cover

17. Do you need your diaper checked?

A: it would be nice if i had more people to check/ change me often

18. Do you make humpies in your diaper?

A: yes

19. Do you like messy diapers?

A: sometimes, especially if i have um...encouragement

20. How thick do you like your diapers?

A: i have friends that don't want me to be able to physically close my legs

21. Are you diapered right now?

A: yes

22. Who should be allowed to check your diaper?

A: friends, people who are into it and dm me :)

23. When’s the last time you leaked?

A: a few days ago

24. Should you be allowed to change your diaper whenever you want?

A: yes and no; if i have to go to work and its not used, i should be forced to wear it again until it is

25. Do you like to bounce on your diapered bottom?

A: sometimes

26. Do you like diapers more than sex?

A: ive played with myself , but aside from that i am a virgin so yes? i guess?

27. Did you make pushies today?

A: pushed but theres nothing coming out

28. Why do you wear diapers?

A: i like the humiliation and loss of control over ones self in dynamics

29. Do you want to be a bedwetter?

A: only partially, thats really something for a partner to decide when/ if i move

30. Do you use a bottle?

A: Sometimes

31. What embarrassing things do you like to be called?

A: i like posessve naming 'mine', [my] kitten / kitty, pet, slave, whore, bitch, pumpkin, hun, kiddo, loser, whinp, property holes

32. Do you enjoy being restrained?

A: yus

33. Do you enjoy doing as your told?

A: within reason :)

34. How much would you love to be humiliated daily for being an adult bab?

A: only in private among friends and only until i cum but with lots of cuddles and love afterwards

35. What’s the longest you’re willing to go being diapered 24/7?

A: probably Saturday after work until Monday before work

36. What’s more humiliating than being an adult baby?

A: dm me if you want answers to that~

[bigmoneypastelhalloween]

[Previous]

2 hr 24 mins 30 joanne in san diego predicts simultaneous fire+earthquake in cali

2 hr 25 responding

2 hr 26 anon prediction: covid management improves, new deuce bigelow movie {🤞} plus tangent, eerie repeat of Osbourne death prediction. Prediction that johnboy will do a cribs, or a cooking segment.

2 hr 28 response to anon. "Im gordon ramsey 2.0, im just waiting for the right time" i mean like what DO you do all day, do you order out even on days youre not reviewing and only eat the one thing? Watch yousuckatcooking. Your version of that would have people riveted. You could start practicing now with a few meals a week, privately, and in two years you'd have actual dormchow enhancement content. From there you pull a "jamie & julia". The fannibals et al are out there dying to be the audience for this. You couldnt be the next gordon ramsey (youre never going to work in kitchens) but you could be the next frugal gourmet. Of course if you dont think cooking is fun this is moot advice. I think its fun.

2 hr 29 email from steven with a variety of predictions: ukraine attrition continues, russia doesnt give (johnboy agrees). Inflation doesnt decrease. Uprisings, especially in impoverished nations. Covid in china. Cost of living/regulatory failure crisis continues. Extreme weather continues. response-bait abt shortwave.

2 hr 33 responsing to steven, pivots immediately to shortwave item. Drop in the medium in late 90s and then again in 2007-2012 or so. 50-70% decline in number of stations from 2007 to 2013.

2 hr 36 the 3 big stations that have died in the last year were his 3 faves

2 hr 41 a station he liked now just plays "soulless pop music" for 3 hours a night? He keeps saying soulless pop music, we want names

2 hr 43 penny predictions: more of the same, plus reviewbrah hot ones appearance

2 hr 46 "so close yet so far" re hot ones

2 hr 46 mins 30 hot one was filming in new york and he had to be up there anyway for some "personal issues", this is when he made the amtrak review vid [next tony bourdain nascent ever since]

2 hr 48 re being sick on hot ones "it just wouldn't be a good look"

2 hr 49 "its a couple hours into the show" with one hour left on the clock exactly. Reflecting on the seriousness of the predictions.

2 hr 51 big buildup to this one, "strap in, ok": ikea hotdog scandal. "This listener went there."

2 hr 51 mins 30 sam in slc, predicting tiktok implosion, rise of new social platform related to decline of tiktok or rebrand/restructure of tiktok.

2 hr 55 response about tiktok, coming out as not having an account

2hr 57 pondering what his tiktok content would even be. I mean, start with the memes, make them sounds people can use etc. Then just start finding random clips of gulps or times youre looking at the sky. Obviously the tiktok olympics gold is doing the king tut video in a metal wig. I figure you could master her moves/faces well enough in about a day. You could do an enough slices thing soooo easily, also. Get the fantano nod. Im kidding, fantano would be like "smacks of effort" and trish probably wouldn't notice because you cant raise her profile. But the terminally online would applaud the intertextuality.

2 hr 58 youtubes consistency amazes.

2 hr 59 mins 50 predictions from ollie; 1) swing from minimalism to maximalism, 2) death of american tipping culture, 3) continued drop in fertility rates (whose specifically and why is this relevant), 4) rise in popularity of nonmainstream religions {true}

3 hr 5 anon email; increasing visibility of effect of living online, new ecelebs going RL trend, neocons will neocon

3 hr 8 response, re the chronically online gen. "Sorry if it sounds like im a broken record" youre all good

3 hr 11 "are we gonna be in a hellhole that makes this look like paradise? But thats just me, that's my pessimistic attitude" the one who said thered be an offlineism movement was wrong about when, but people who didnt grow up there will find ways to recreate the internet of the mid 90s. Probably by legalistically dismantling all the major tech corps and parsing up the landscape on a micro/private scale plus centralized text only message boards and like nothing else. This will enter law in the 2070s. "Unshareable" data will become valuable but by 2100 very little data will not be available in some capacity from the public library. They will by this time have j/o booths, unofficially.

3 hr 13 "this isnt organic" {the way he says organic, divine} "...theres things and entities that could probably make things better with the flick of a finger but they dont"..."it would be artificially stopped... what does it matter if its artificial in that case, it doesnt" ..."since i started paying attention, in 2014 or so" ah yes...we who started paying attention...

3 hr 14 predictions from a 3rd world military officer: militarization of u.s. mexico border, another prediction about substation attacks and grid outages, u.s. out of syria results in antikurdish violence, culture war ambivalence with centrist squeeze, cali swings right as nimbys eat themselves alive in outrage, fast food automation continues and is memed on, hopes canada will swing hard con {miss me with that}, China has protests but no worker revolt and economic prosperity from levant/africa investments mid to late year, japanese militarization, russia will take 40% of ukraine not including crimea, unrest in britain, rightward swing in german politics, poland struggles.

3 hr 18 response.

3 hr 24 helen in scotland predicts next great depression. Prediction of 3 milly on yt for rotw.

3 hr 26 response; a lot of ppl see economic downturn on the horizon

3 hr 28 wrapping up, email from steven in alaska. Predictions about crypto etc.

3 hr 29 responding to steven. "I dont see anyone predicting that the economys gonna be booming in 2023"

3 hr 30 anon in the Midwest predicting johnboy endorsing desantis for potus {you dont have to imagine my reaction here you go 🤢🤢🤢} "or maybe not". Rehash of how he never endorses anyone and ALWAYS airs a voting year psa about JUST (research and) VOTE 🇺🇲 🫡🇺🇲 

3 hr 32 he's decided encouraging his audience to vote is probably doing more harm than good if theyre not really informing themselves

3 hr 33 he thinks the podcast audience might be more inclined to actually research their vote so he might urge the podcast audience to vote

3 hr 34 i dont think you need to be so hard on yourself about getting out the vote kiddo, florida will sort itself out. I would bet on it.

3 hr 35 weather predictions (continuing from midwest anon)

3 hr 36 predictions from dublin: new covid, kansas city chiefs win the superbowl, icecream cheeseburgers, "reviewbrah will bring back the vorw nightwalking segment, wishful thinking" we can all wish

3 hr 38 "I'll close off the broadcast with this"; the nightwalk segment ended due to technical changes on the production end. He used to use a little mp3 recorder "a piece of junk, im not afraid to finally admit that" lmao what were the stakes of not admitting it? Hilarious.

3hr 40 "i like the softness" i am cut to the quick

3 hr 41 he went thru 6 or 7 mp3 recorders in a couple years

3 hr 42 get a smartphone

3 hr 44 it would be hilarious, if you were wasted and someone else was handling the cart. The bike plus little red wagon is truly...inspired

[spencersmagic]

I’ve got you - SR

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Summary: reader is sick and Spencer makes sure they’re alright (what a sweetheart. my lil baby) 🥺🥺

Couple: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader (I think. I don’t remember being gender-specific but correct me if im wrong).

Category: pure fluff 💖💖

Warnings: the type of love that we all wish upon ourselves. 

Word count: 1179 words 

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“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you ok?” you heard from above the thin sheet you had pulled over your head in an attempt to fall asleep on the jet couch. Your head was positively pounding against your ear drums for reasons you couldn’t quite place. Perhaps the exhaustion after the case was catching up with you, reducing you to a bundle of pain, whines and small tears that escaped your eyes almost unnoticed, or perhaps you were just tired. 

It is a well-known fact that the 24 hours after a tough case like the one you had just gone through were the worst. Everybody coped in a different way, but it usually brought sides of the team that weren’t really real - trying to drown out reality and becoming a different person. The more introverted and shy people in the team would let themselves get carried away, drinking and dancing as if they were the only ones there, and the more extroverted people would enjoy sitting down, looking out the window and reflect on what they had gone through.

However, the worst way a case could hit your was this. Physically. Giving you unexplainable headaches, nausea, to just a wave of emotions hitting you, leaving you to try to pick yourself up - the pieces of you being way to sharp to put together, and the thoughts being way to ambiguous for you to understand, in the slightest, how to fix yourself. 

You ungracefully grabbed the hem of the blanket and pulled it down slightly, allowing your eyes to show. You looked up to see no other than the resident genius looking down at your with concern. He sat down on the floor to talk to you as you replied, “yeah, ‘s nothing”. 

“Well, its not nothing, or you wouldn’t be crying” he reasoned, pressing the pad of his thumb to your temples, one at a time, where the tears gathered. You didn’t know why you were crying. The only thing you knew was that you were so fucking tired. 

“I dunno, ‘m just tired I guess” you mumbled into the blanket. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue. “’ve got a headache and I-” you inhaled sharply, “im just so fucking tired ‘cause I haven’t slept int he past 36 hours and I can’t fall asleep and I keep seeing the-” he interrupted you by lifting the blanket, taking off his shoed and sliding into the couch with you. Your eyes widened as you looked at him. “What are you doing?” you asked. 

“Shh. I’ve got you, baby” he offered his explanation. “My mom used to do this, and it always worked. can I try?” he asked, clearly not wanting to overstep or make you feel uncomfortable. 

You pondered on his last question. After all, he was one of the best profilers that had been in the BAU and you couldn't help but wonder just how good his profiling skills were. Did he know you were nervous? Would he notice the trail of goosebumps that he would leave behind his touch? You had no way to know. 

You nodded. “Yeah, go ahead”. 

Spencer shifted your bodies so you would be laying on his chest, his left arm securing your body tightly against his own. Your body was slightly tilted towards his, allowing you two to see each other. 

You looked up at him in awe as he furrowed his eyebrows, trying to make the both of your as comfortable as you possibly could be. 

“There” he finished. “Are you comfortable?” he asked, already knowing the answer as he looked down at your eyes to find them closed in bliss. 

You limited yourself to mumbling a little “mhm”, wanting to absorb as much as you possibly could out of this experience. 

As he looked down at you and you looked back up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes, and bright nose (a product of the tears you had shed), he couldn’t help but to press a small kiss on your forehead, and another one on the blush that covered the tip of your nose. As you smiled up at him, he suddenly felt very nervous.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, genuinely. As if saying ‘hey, if you need me to, ill be the ears that will absorb every single ounce of pain that’s going on in that little head of yours’. 

You shook your head, so he began. 

“This is what my mother would do” he explained in a whisper, bringing his thumb up to the center of your forehead. Without another word, he slowly traced a pattern between your eyebrows, down the bridge and onto the tip of your nose with the same thumb, creating the pattern of a line as if your nose were a soft slide his finger was falling from. 

Your lips exhaled as you shuddered, feeling way to comfortable to resist the temptation to fall asleep. You closed your eyes with his motion, allowing sleep to consume you. 

He took his time, enjoying the feeling of his pad against your soft skin. He couldn’t stop his mind from wandering - from asking himself a countless number of ‘what if’s. What if he had just found the solution to your problem? What if he was, finally, your knight in shining armour? What if, the second you woke up, he pressed a small kiss against your lips, finally feeling what he had been craving for so long? What if he had the chance to do this even single night of his life, up until his dying breath? 

He let his mind continue to work for hours, although it felt like minutes. His eyes roamed all around your face, trying to absorb every single thing about you. Never wanting to forget you. 

His heart broke a little bit when you started stirring, knowing his time with you was over. He wanted to feel his skin against yours forever. You opened your eyes softly, just to meet his own already staring at you. “mhmm hi” you mumbled, still droopy with exhaustion. He smiled a little bit, his heart warming as you closed your eyes and pressed your body impossibly closer into Spencer’s chest. 

You let yourself imagine that you two were in a different scenario, suddenly becoming painfully aware of his leg between your own as you had put your left one over his thighs. Oh, how you wanted to grind into his thigh, relieving some of the tension that had built where you needed him the most.

You shook the dirty thoughts that were swarming your mind by the minute, and got up quickly, supporting your body with your right elbow. 

“Oh my gosh, how long have I been sleeping?” you asked, trying not to raise your voice too much. He opened his flip-phone before he answered “3 hours, 39 minutes and 6 seconds, approximately”, and offered you a small smile.

“You must be exhausted! I’m so sorry! You should’ve woken me up, I-” he interrupted you by pulling you into his chest again. 

He chuckled slightly as you melted into him again. “It’s fine, doll. Don’t worry about it” he said with a newfound confidence that you had rarely seen on him before.  

You inhaled, selfishly allowing yourself to enjoy this moment for a while longer. 

He had just spent three hours making sure you were well, making sure you wouldn’t wake up. He had suffered tremendously with the case, just as the rest of the team. It clearly wasn’t fine. but you were going to make it fine. 

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[wern]

trying to explain to my mom that if she feels the need to pull down my shirts and buy me new clothes specifically so i don't have a little strip of my back showing above my pants (not my buttcrack bc i wear high waisted shit im talking about the small of my back showing) and justifies it by saying "i just wouldn't want to look like that myself, so it makes me uncomfortable... it's okay if you like it but it's not to MY standards" like, that's still bad. that still comes off bad. right? she does this all the time even at home. and like im not going on dates and to work in short tops... hello... im chilling in a tank top in an empty park. be more worried that one of my areolas is threatening to peek out. be more worried that i haven't brushed my teeth in 36 hours and my nails look like i painted them in the dark. there are real problems with my appearance that aren't bc im fat :/

[cheapthrillsbeca]

54 ☺️

54. “I wanna marry you.” “We’ve only been together for two months. And you’re drunk.”

made this one part of the railroad apartment fic verse alskdjflaskjd

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: clhoeee

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: I just saw this girl in a that same white dress you have

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: you know the one that’s like cute and short adn lacy

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: and i got sad bc you’re not here 😢

Beca [11:33 p.m.]: are you still at work?

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: hi drunkie 😘

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: It’s almost midnight, so no, I’m not still at work lol. I managed to get out of there around 8

Chloe [11:35 p.m.]: and I do know that dress. But I didn’t know you liked it so much. I’ll have to remember that 😉

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: I pretty much love all of your dresses 👀👀👀

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: and glad you didn’t have to work as late as you thought. but u shouldve met us out!!

Beca [11:35 p.m.]: you know everyone likes you more than me. they’re all whining about my “””wifey”””” not being here

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: lmao

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: I wish I was there! But by the time I cooked dinner, ate, and showered it was 9:30 and I was too sleepy 

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: ok i forgive yuo

Beca [11:36 p.m.]: what’d you make for din?

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]: your fav -- baked mac and cheese

Chloe [11:36 p.m.]:  there’s a bowl for you in the fridge, ready to microwave when you get in

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: 🎉🎉🎉😄🤤🤤😋😋😋😋

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: chlooooo

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ugh i love you sm

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: like so so much

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: ilke

Beca [11:37 p.m.]: i wanna marry you

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: hahah 😊😂

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: I love you too becs

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: but it might be a little soon for a proposal

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: We’ve only been together for two months

Chloe [11:38 p.m.]: and you’re drunk

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: pffffffft doesnt matter

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: im gonna marry u chleo beale

Beca [11:40 p.m.]: gonna marry you so hrd

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: hahaha babyyy

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: you’re too much

Chloe [11:41 p.m.]: only you would turn marriage into an act of aggression 

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: 😡😡😡

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: laugh all you want

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: but one day you’ll see

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: youll. See.

Beca [11:41 p.m.]: oh i’m gonna share an Uber with Alicia see you sooooonnnn

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: YAY!!!

Chloe [11:42 p.m.]: share your trip so I can have your mac & cheese ready when you get home!

***

Beca groans as she rolls over in bed. Her head is killing her and her mouth feels dry as sandpaper.

She winces as she props herself up on her elbows and surveys the room. The bed is empty, save for Bandit, who is curled up by her feet and snoring softly. There’s a glass of ice water and two Advils sitting on her bedside table, and she sits up properly to take the pills before draining the glass.

Last night was… What was last night?

She closes her eyes as she leans back against the headboard, trying to piece the evening together. Happy hour with her coworkers… those stupid flaming shots that Caleb always makes them take… Ubering home with Alicia… eating her weight in macaroni… 

There’s something else she should remember, and she can feel it, nagging and elusive on the tip of her tongue. But before it comes to her she hears the keys in the front door. Bandit practically trips over himself as he leaps off the bed and sprints out of the room to greet his favorite parent.

Beca gets it, though. If her head wasn’t throbbing so much she’d be running out to see Chloe, too.

Luckily Chloe comes straight back to their room, and it’s the most welcome sight Beca has ever seen.

Because she’s carrying two large iced cold brews from Beca’s favorite coffee shop.

“Dude, oh my god,” Beca says as Chloe hands her one of the coffees. “You are a literal angel.”

Part of Beca wants to go on and on about how much she appreciates her, but she has to attend to her more pressing need of getting caffeine into her body. She takes several sips of iced coffee as Chloe climbs back into bed, cuddling up next to Beca. It takes Bandit a couple of running starts, but eventually he makes it back on the bed, too.

“How are you feeling?”

Chloe gently cards her fingers through Beca’s hair before tucking a few strands behind her ear. Her hand comes to a rest on Beca’s shoulder, and she rubs her thumb soothingly along her neck and collarbone. Beca holds her coffee in her lap and closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Much better now.”

“Do you remember last night?” Chloe asks, and Beca hears the smile in her voice.

“I was just trying to work that out.” Beca's head lolls against the headboard as Chloe’s hand skates along her shoulder, massaging just the right spots. “I remember drinking too much and missing you and the Uber ride and eating way too much mac and cheese. Although, that midnight snack probably saved me from an even worse hangover.”

Beca smiles to herself as she remembers stumbling through the front door last night to find Chloe sitting at the kitchen table in her pajamas, waiting for her with a piping hot bowl of macaroni. 

To others -- to Chloe, even -- it might seem like a small gesture. But waiting up for her, cooking her favorite meal, leaving water and painkillers out for her, bringing her iced coffee in bed -- all of those little acts make Beca feel so valued, cared for, and loved.

That’s when she remembers the other thing that happened last night.

“What are you smiling about?” Chloe asks, scratching lightly at the nape of Beca’s neck.

Beca opens her eyes and turns toward her, heart fluttering in her chest.

“I meant it, you know,” she says quietly. “What I said last night. Or, what I texted, I guess.”

Chloe looks at her, brow furrowing for a few seconds before her features smooth in understanding. She runs her hand down Beca’s arm and closes her fingers loosely around her wrist.

“Becs…” she whispers, smiling softly.  

“I mean, not right now,” Beca clarifies. “You were right -- we’ve only technically been together for two months. People would think we’re crazy. Especially your dad. God, I don’t even want to think about the look on his face…”

Chloe giggles and presses her lips to Beca’s shoulder. 

“Besides,” Beca continues. “I want to wait until I make more money. So you can get your dream wedding.”

Chloe exhales sharply, and Beca understands. They’ve been on the subject for a minute or so, but this is the first time she’s uttered a marriage-specific word, and something about saying it outloud makes everything feel more real. 

“Beca,” Chloe whispers, kissing her shoulder again through the fabric of her t-shirt. She releases Beca’s wrist and laces their fingers together.

Beca places her iced coffee on her bedside table. She wipes her free hand on the sheets before cradling Chloe’s cheek. Beca knows her fingers are cold, but Chloe leans into her touch, looking at her with glossy eyes.

“I’m just-- I’m putting you on notice, Beale.” Beca smiles at her, swallowing around the lump in her throat. “It might not be for a little while, but it’s coming. Just you wait.”

Chloe glances up at the ceiling, blinking rapidly, and Beca’s wondering if she said too much too soon when Chloe kisses her. Beca feels her bottom lip trembling against her mouth, and when she pulls away both of their faces are wet with Chloe’s tears. (Okay, some of Beca’s tears, too.)

“Oh, I’ll wait,” Chloe says, sniffling. “I’ll wait so hard.”

[fefairys]

37 36 35 28 27 25 18 13 7 6 4 ^u^

this is really fucking long

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

predilection

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

that people will take my stories at face value or think that i have the same opinions as my characters. please read into everything. the curtains are not just blue.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

this is such a generic answer but truly just being able to express myself!!!! my writing is all just an examination of my own psyche. i love that about all writing i love that about READING how it can tell u so much about the person who wrote it!!!!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

man idk. if something is incredibly difficult for me to write about i probably just will not write about it sldkfd but i guess i will say that i did have a bit of a hard time writing the latest chapters of bcbgl in regards to describing dirt's mental state just because i was so concerned about capturing it correctly. in general, i struggle with making sure that i capture intense emotional states with enough detail that the reader can REALLY feel what the character is going through.

what's easy? i wanna say friendly banter because i have a lot of FUN writing, like, group chats between friends, or fictional twitch chats lol that are just the characters being silly and having fun with each other :) but that can also be hard sometimes!!! all writing is hard!

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

OKAY SO AHAHAH from chapter 18 of bcbgl:

["Agh... We slept for an hour," Brian said, checking his watch. "I should get goin..."

"Oh, okay, yeah," Dirt said, mildly disappointed that his time with Brian was about to end. He stood up and walked Brian to the door, giving him a quick kiss before waving him off.] and from chapter 21, when they break up:

[Dirt just scoffed angrily again, not wanting to say anything else in the fears he'd cry even harder if he tried to. "I.. I should get goin..." Brian said, no longer making eye contact with Dirt.

“Oh, yeah, okay," Dirt scoffed, "Fine," he crossed his arms, "Don't even LET me give any sort of explanation! Just fucking WALK away!" he shouted, his voice wavering as he held back sobs. Brian was already walking away, though, and not looking back.]

as soon as i wrote that first passage i wrote this in my notes:

i was just so fucking excited to do this parallel and im happy to point it out right now in case nobody noticed LKSDJFSL because its really important to me!!!!! when the same words are used in such drastically different contexts in the story!!!!! AAAHHH!!!!

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

salem's favorite thing to do in minecraft is to herd and tame and breed all the different animals because he likes sitting with them and listening to their sounds and hanging out with them and being their friend :)

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

hm. i wanna say Dirt. but honorable mentions are: Sebastian (Roommates), Audrey (NLOG), and Slime (dont worry about it)

dirt is so fucking stressful. he loves to lie and do shit without thinking. he told salem he was going to take him to the vet to get vaccinated, and then tried to take him to get spayed, forcing him to out himself to a stranger so he wouldnt be fucking sterilized without his consent.

dirt lied about having psychosis to get out of a conversation. who does that.

salem is also an honorable mention because he's just so closed off but IM such an open person so writing someone closed off forces me to into a complete opposite headspace than what im normally in. audrey, sebastian, and slime are for the same reason

28. Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Zelda from NLOG is really fun :) i don't think ive ever written a character quite like her before! shes the type of girl that you see post on instagram and you assume shes a high school bully-type mean girl, but shes actually really genuine and sweet, and not only that but shes deeply lonely and has never had any friends and shes so insecure despite being so beautiful and presenting herself with such confidence from afar. max assumes she's the most popular girl in school but shes actually the least!!!!!!!!! aaahhh!!!!!!

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

oh god literally so many FUCK writing rules!!!! i do literally whatever da fuck i want!!! bitch!!!!! but a big one is "dont say 'said'" FUCK YOU!!!! he said she said they said bitch!!!! they just said it! they didnt do anything else or i would say so!!!! is they said it they SAID IT. PERIOD!!!!!!!!

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

anxiety. yeah. anxiety is a big theme in like every fucking thing i write. i know her so well shes not even an feeling shes like a sister to me

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

'holy shit he had ISSUES'

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Random Headcanons No One Asked For:

-Both Ruby and Weiss are left handed

--Yang was 100% prepared to tease them about it when Blake very pointedly uses her left hand to write something

--Blake is ambidextrous

--which makes Yang the only right-handed one on the team

--until the fall of beacon oops

-Ren is fully color blind

--once baby Nora figured that out, she made it her mission to explain to him what colors are based on other sensations (sue me I love this trope)

--she describes pink as the quiet comfort they share in each other's presence

--Ren finally sees color for the first time when his semblance upgrades, and he can finally see the pink petals with Nora

-Blake likes to climb on things and find random nooks and crannies to read

--it turns into a game of reverse hide-and-seek when someone needs her: depending on how urgent it is the entire squad will drop everything and look for her

-team STRQ won the Vytal tournament their first year, specifically Summer was the champion

--Yang was more upset about the disqualification than she'd ever admit, because she secretly imagined Summer was out there somewhere watching the tournament, proud of her babies

-Tai pulled himself out of his depression by gardening: having a routine helped him, so he encouraged baby Ruby and Yang to get similar gentle hobbies

-Ruby raises chickens at home

--she very lovingly feeds them corn and calls them her ladies

--Yang affectionately calls them creatures and cluckers and other such rude things to get a rise out of Ruby

-Ruby deeply wants a cow

--this is her one and only retirement dream

--although honestly she can never imagine herself living past her 20s

-Yang struggled with picking a hobby, she gets bored easily and hates the expected

--its only post-Beacon that she understands the benefits of a routine

--thats why she ends up with a ton of chores, just some structure to help her through the day

-Ruby will drink any type of milk, but Strawberry milk is her favorite

-Sun is allergic to bananas but he doesn't know

--he thinks bananas are supposed to be spicy

-Weiss loves sour apple

-Pyrrha loves chocolate almonds

-Yang thinks fish are creepy, she just generally doesn't love the ocean

--she thinks Neptune is a little clown though

-Oscar gets dressed by putting on his left sock, left boot, then his right sock and right boot

--RNJR made it their mission to interrupt him during this just to see him walk around with one boot on

-Ruby likes to bake, it's one of the few solid memories she has of her mom

--one night Weiss was feeling homesick and Ruby taught her how to make mug cakes

--"its probably not that good compared to your cake butler, but it's pretty simple, and I like them!"

--Weiss secretly makes them at least once a week, even back home in Atlas

-Weiss has taken flight lessons, at one point Ironwood really pushed for her to become a pilot in the military

-Blake has a field journal of the different types of Grimm she's encountered

--team RWBY & JNPR have spent several nights sitting in a circle talking and adding to the journal

--while traveling across Anima, Ruby sketched and took notes on all the Grimm she saw, just in case she ever found Blake again

-Weiss collects rocks

--no, not crystals. actual rocks

--shes rarely spent time in the real outside, but whenever she has, she picks up little rocks and puts them in her pocket before anyone can see

-Jaune never actually stopped writing left and right on the bottom of his shoes actually

-Weiss had never been allowed to paint her nails as a kid, she'd always get weekly French manicures instead

--by the second semester at Beacon, Ruby, Weiss, Nora, and Ren would have weekly manicure nights where they'd paint each other's nails

--there were several times they'd rope the rest of the teams into it, especially during the Vytal tournament where they'd write team names on their nails

--during the singles round they'd write Yang on one hand and Pyrha on the other

--"we couldn't make it fit without cutting one of the R's!"

-Pyrrha and Weiss became each other's default plus one's for fancy events, to the point people began to speculate that the two were dating

--Jaune was somehow jealous of them both and it was very confusing to him since he had poor self awareness

-Yang cuts Ruby's hair, but after she lost her arm she lost the fine motor skills to do a good job, so Blake started to do it

-Blake is always there to help Yang with her phantom pains and residual limb pain

--she helps massage Yang's arm while leaning close and purring

--Yang cried the first time Blake did this because she's not used to being taken care of

-Nora never gets sick and is the designated nurse when a bug goes around the teams

--the electricity incident was the first time Nora has ever been bed-ridden

-Weiss took ballet as a child

-Jaune is actually pretty good at the guitar

-Pyrrha is not musically inclined at all its a miracle she managed to do the iconic JNPR shine dance

--jk but actually she's a decent dancer when she has the steps choreographed for her but she has no natural rhythm

-in the last few months before Pyrrha's death, she and Jaune would waltz on top of the roof together

--there were several almost kisses

--maybe a few successful kisses who knows

-there are occasions (obv extremely rare) when Ren actually takes the bulk of the energy from Nora

--this leads to thrilling game nights where Ren makes multiple 40pt remnant-equiv-of-scrabble plays while Nora naps

-Oscar is the only person who can beat Ren in scrabble, although it's very closely matched

-Oscar is amazing at chess and will play it against himself like a little square

-Yang and Ruby are experts at the tabletop war game they play in the library

--9 times out of 10, the winner is one of them

-Oscar is the only one who also knew about Compost King, which was very exciting for Jaune

--Compost King is a common game night activity while they were in Haven because its so hard to say no to Oscar

-Yang is a straight-A student and has always been

-Blake never had any formal education and she finds a lot of the classes incredibly dull or ineffective at teaching the material

--she's always the one convincing Yang to skip a class and lie in the sun-warmed grass with her

--she still gets Bs easily

-Oscar is a very fast reader and will devour any book he's given

--his aunt would frequently bring home books from town just to keep him entertained

-Ruby has suffered from migraines and nightmares her entire life, post-Beacon they only got worse

-Weiss shops at local dust stores whenever she can, even though she could get shipments for free

--however she does have Ron Swanson's "I know more than you" energy when she's shopping

-Blake and Ren will sometimes take naps together

--not cuddling, just occupying the same general space

--wake them up at your own risk

-if Ruby isn't engaged with something, she can start to scatter and dissolve into rose petals

--its a very slow process and someone has always snapped her out of it before she's fully vanished, but Yang is worried about what would happen if no one caught her in time

-Ren is afraid of horses

-Blake hates being cold

-Yang naturally radiates heat cause semblance duh

-Weiss glued the tiniest gravity crystals to the underside of Ruby's bed to ensure it never falls

-JNPR likes to push their beds all together so they can sleep in one big pile

-Nora can only sleep if she's holding someone's hand

Hope u guys enjoyed! These are in no particular order, sorry that I kinda jumped around a lot 😅

Feel free to reblog and add your own ideas and headcanons! ❤

570 notes • Posted 2021-07-31 03:41:56 GMT

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