#theres a hurrican in my town

[125storejuice]

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[stinkrascal]

jaiden, i need to know if we are fullmetal alchimist besties, i just realised i needed to KNOW this <3 i also want some story posts so tumblr better take u out of mature jail

im so sorry but ive never watched fullmetal alchemist :( i need to though!! honestly theres so much anime i need to watch, ive surprisingly watched only a select few anime aha

yes i agree if tumblr doesnt take me out of mature jail soon i will riot!! thank u for the support comrade <3

[super-sock]

...is2g if those predictions are right and not j fearmongering that we're getting 2 more hurricanes in the next 2 weeks, i absolutely will lose it

[bratphilia]

glass window (w. afton x reader)

request: "POOHKIE BEAR HEAR ME OUT!!!! dad's best friend!william. y'all just moved into the neigborhood, and you've been oh so busy with college/working that you hadn't had the time to introduce yourself to william (tho steve for the sake of keeping his identity yada yada) and so like, the moment you get the chance to? william aka steve cannot contain his thoughts abt you oml !! ur just so fucking pretty !! delicate !! those fucking skirts you wear, in the summers of utah (i think thats where the movie/fnaf location is canonically) he'd so.. hungry for you.. bonus points if theres a height/size difference omg JUST HEAR ME OUT POOHKIE!!!- i'll be going under as the 🧚‍♀️ anon!"

note: okay yeah i went a lil crazy with this one but i just loved this request sm. probably my favorite fic ive written so far.

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m + f receiving), slight dubcon, doggy style, mating press, multiple orgasms, william having insane stamina at his age

you and your parents just moved to hurricane, utah, aka the most boring town you've ever been to. the second day in your new house, while you were at your criminology class, your neighbor, steve raglan came by to welcome your family to the neighborhood. they mentioned having a college aged daughter. he didn't think much about at the time. it was a passing comment after all.

a few weeks pass by and steve started to become a frequent visitor to your household. however, each of those times you have either been at school or at work. he had no idea who you are.

that is, until one day you come home in the evening after a class while steve is over having a glass of wine with your dad. you close the door behind you to see the door to the backyard open. curiously, you poke your head out and spot your dad with an unfamiliar face, and you stand shyly in the doorway expectantly.

"hey, sweetie," your dad says. "this is steve raglan. our next door neighbor i was telling you about."

you walk towards him when steve holds his hand out for you to shake. "nice to meet you, mr. raglan."

mr. raglan. his ears practically perk up at that. he drinks in your appearance. you're wearing a black, short tennis skirt that stops mid-thigh with a pretty white blouse.

"nice to meet you too," he says politely, trying his hardest not to come across as creepy.

your dad turns to you. "how was class?"

"it was okay. i do have a lot of homework to do, so i should probably go," you say, then turn to steve and wave as you go, "it was nice to meet you again."

his eyes never leave your bare legs as you walk away. and well, he wanted to fucking ruin you.

steve notices something interesting about you while mowing the lawn. there's a gate in the back of your house where he can see a glass door from the angle he's at in the front of his yard. a glass door that, he discovers, is the back entrance to your bedroom.

he decides to make good use of his porch.

at this point, he contemplates buying a pair of binoculars, but that felt like a little too much. for now, he had the view he needed to satisfy him. he even took a few photos that he saves for material to use in his personal time.

unbeknownst to you, steve is absolutely obsessed with you.

his heart skips a beat every time you take a walk in the neighborhood, when, coincidentally, he's sitting on the porch pretending to read a newspaper, and you wave at him and smile. he always returns your smile and waves back kindly.

one day, when you're walking past his house, he notices something gold falling to the ground. when you're out of sight, he goes to investigate, only to find a gold ring that could have only belonged to you. the perfect opportunity. steve waits about a week and keeps your ring with him on top of his nightstand.

sometimes, he notices you like to leave your door open on a particularly hot day. surely you couldn't be naïve to think no one would break in, right? you're just so pretty, who knows who could follow you home from the shadows.

on one particularly hot day, you leave your door open. almost invitingly. and steve watches as your mom's car passes by his house, going out, while he knows for a fact that your dad is working. it's his time to strike.

steve makes his way across the street and through the back gate. he looks through the window to find you reading a book while sitting on your bed. he taps on the glass to get your attention. your eyes snap from the book to the door to see him standing there.

"hi, uhm, can i help you, mr. raglan?" you say, getting up. you look shocked, clearly a little freaked out he came through the back of your house, he presumes.

steve smiles and walks in uninvited, making you back up a little as he steps closer. "hi stranger, i just wanted to return something of yours that you dropped a few days ago."

he turns up the ring in his hand and watches your eyes widen. "i've been looking all over for this! thank you so much."

steve watches as you take the ring from his palm and slip it back on your finger. "you know, i've been wondering something."

you look up at him. "what's that?"

he chuckles lightly and closes the door behind him. "i can't help but notice that you like to leave your door open, and i just wonder how you possibly think that's safe for you."

"i—i don't know what you mean," you say, confused. you fidget with ring on your finger nervously, not liking the direction this conversation is going in.

"well, you know just about anyone could come in here and take advantage of you. you wouldn't want that, hmm?" he asks, stepping towards you and cupping your jaw. "or maybe you would. is that why you do it?"

you inhale. "mr. raglan, i don't think this is appropriate—"

"neither is the way you've been teasing me, little girl," steve retorts and you flash him a scandalized look. "oh, come on, don't think i don't notice. your short skirts showing off that even tinier figure and the way you always seem so eager to get my attention. i know the game you're playing."

he cups your jaw as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip for entrance. you grant him access and he slips his tongue into your mouth. it's a slow, sensual kiss. you're moaning into his mouth as he takes full control. 

steve's hands travel from your face, to your waist, and to your ass to squeeze. you whimper into his mouth and he laughs lowly against you. 

slowly he breaks away from you. "take off your clothes and get on the bed on all fours. now." 

you make a show of taking off your clothes for him. you keep eye contact with him as you unbutton your shirt and discard it mindlessly. then you reach around your back to unclasp your bra, baring your chest to him.

"beautiful," he comments. "take off your panties but keep the skirt on." 

you do what he says and get in the lewd position steve requested a moment ago, mind racing with what he would possibly do to you. you grip the sheets almost nervously and rub your thighs together to relieve the tension in your core. 

steve practically saunters over to you and gives a low whistle. "such a pretty pussy." 

you blush realizing your skirt rode up to your waist. you shiver when he places a cold hand on your ass, kneeding it roughly. 

"ooh," you moan, arching your back needily, making him laugh.

"need it that bad, huh, baby?" 

"yes," you say quietly, turning head around to look at him. 

"don't worry, honey, i'll take good care of you," he says with a twisted smile. 

he leans forward to press a kiss on your slit, moaning at the wetness that drips onto his lips. he wastes absolutely no time eating you out and laps at your pussy like a starving man. you can't bear to look at him anymore, the obscene noises of him slurping causing your face to burn with embarrassment.

you can't help but push back against his face much to his delight. you can feel his beard scratching against you, as delicious as you imagined. the friction of him smothering his face into you is making you whimper and moan helplessly. you wish you could grasp onto him or close your thighs, but this position and being completely at his disposal makes it all the more hotter.

he smacks kisses on your clit, sucking and rolling the sensitive nub around with his tongue. one particular harsh suck where he tugs on your clit ever so gently with his teeth has you coming on his face. he keeps going until you're squirming and begging him to stop.

he pulls away from you almost remorsefully. "thanks for the meal, babe," he says, wiping his mouth. something that would have otherwise made you cringe in disgust if it didn't come from him.

"ready for my cock, sweet girl?" he asks.

you can only murmur out a "mhm" as you were already too fucked out to verbalize anything.

he just laughs at your disposition. "don't get too tired on me yet, sweetheart, i still have so much planned for you."

the clinking of metal gets you excited all over again. he pushes into you with a groan. "fuckin' tight like a vice," he curses.

he thrusts into you experimentally, gaging your reaction for which angle makes you moan the loudest. when he finds the right one, he picks up the tempo instantly. your room is filled with the noises of his balls smacking against your ass, his grunts and your incessant moaning. he wraps a hand in your hair and the other rests on your hip for leverage.

"you like that, baby? like the feeling of me inside you?" steve asks you teasingly but you can barely respond. "fuck, you feel so good around me. my good girl."

"please, let me come," you whine desperately, bucking your hips backwards so it meets his thrusts.

"i will, honey, i will."

suddenly he flips you over so you're on your back and bends your legs in half. the manhandling is an added bonus. "i want you to look at me when you come, okay?"

"okay..." you mumble, letting him use your pussy for whatever he pleases at this point.

one specifically hard and calculated thrust has you reeling. your orgasm is definitely in sight. you can feel your stomach begin to coil, ready to snap.

"mr. raglan!" you draw out the syllables of his name, signifying you're close.

"ngh — keep calling me that, honey, it's so fuckin' hot."

you can feel him close as well as his grunts and groans grow louder and his thrusts get more erratic and shallow. he decides to drill into you even harder for the sake of your own orgasm, making you almost scream out his name as you squeeze your eyes shut and come.

he pulls out before he finishes and beckons you over to him. "suck me dry, baby. want you to taste yourself on me when i come."

tiredly, you sit up and take is cock into your mouth. since he's already close he takes the initiative to thrust into your mouth while you gag around him. the noises you're making only add to his arousal.

he's grunting incoherent dirty praises, about how good and tight your mouth feels, and how you're such a good girl for him. he comes with one final, drawn out groan as he throws his head back. spurts of his ejaculate shoot down your throat and you try your best to swallow what he gives you, but some dribble down your chin.

you pull your mouth off of him and he brings his lips to your for another kiss, licking the remnants of his orgasm from your lips and chin. when you pull away breathlessly he's grinning from ear to ear.

"so good f'me," he compliments sweetly, making you smile.

maybe hurricane isn't so bad after all.

[cass1dyyy]

IN DANGER

contains: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, an argument, reader’s life is in danger, injury and injury detail, near-death experience

jj maybank x female reader

not proofread, im sorry for any mistakes!

summary: after an explosive argument with your kook father, you run out of the house, and decide to do your favourite activity, surfing. but what about hurricane agatha..?

A/N: i wanted to say this may be inaccurate because im not too sure how to write it. the end also may be inaccurate with jj’s health, but it’s fictional so oh well!

(imagine kiara’s house as your home)

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” you screech at your dad, running down the stairs and into the kitchen, just trying to create space between you. he follows you anyway.

“MY ‘PROBLEM’ IS YOU HANGING OUT WITH THOSE STUPID POGUES! THEY BRING OUT THE WORST IN YOU. ESPECIALLY THAT STUPID JJ KID. I MEAN, HIS DAD’S A CRACKHEAD, WHY WOULDNT HE BE?!” he roars, knocking plates onto the floor in anger, you wince hearing them smash.

“no. no.” you mutter, tears welling up in your eyes, as you turn away from him, opening the porch door.

“DONT YOU DARE. COME BACK. Y/N DONT THERES A HURR-“

you slam the door, not hearing the last bit, not that you cared anyway. you walked furiously down your vast, white-painted porch, and turned to the garage. you snatched your surfboard, hooking it over your shoulder as you stumbled to your dads car, unlocking it.

you hoped he wouldnt hear as you started the car, shoving the board into the back of the jeep, before hopping into the drivers seat and speeding your way down to the beach.

“why is no one here??” you mutter to yourself. it was only 3pm, and usually there’d be multiple surfers and atleast one party on one side of the beach. puzzeled, you left your sandals on the pavement, letting the warm sand sink between your toes as you stepped closer to the refreshingly cold waves. hearing a car drive past, you turn your head out of instinct. you could’ve sworn you saw sarah’s familiar looking-car. why did everything seem so dystopian at the moment? the whole town was eerily empty.

around fifteen minutes into surfing, you were laying on your board, tired out after all the surfing. you noticed the waves getting rougher, and the sun disappearing behind the clouds. you raised your head, and looked around. the waves were thrashing around, and you started desperately trying to paddle to shore, to no avail. the freezing cold water was thrown over you as you shrieked, and started shaking. the weather immediately changed, rain hammering down from the murky sky. you screamed out:

“HELP!”

but no one could hear you… no one was around.

SARAH’S POV:

i headed up the chateau’s steps, meeting jj, kie, pope, and john b on the small porch.

“hey guys.” i smiled, greeting them all and sitting down.

“hey!” kiara said, patting the seat on the bench next to her, gesturing me to sit down.

“where’s y/n?” i ask innocently, genuinely curious.

“she wasnt with you?” pope asks.

“she-she hasn’t been around all day. we thought maybe she was sleeping at yours or something. you mean you havent seen her?” john b asks, furrowing his brows as everyone’s expression turns grave.

rain starts thrashing down, lightning illuminating the sky.

“no. no! i havent seen her..” an uneasy feeling set in my stomach.

“shit. i’m gonna go find her.” jj says, with a determined look on his face that told me we couldnt change his mind.

“jj..” kie said.

“no. her dad is a total dick, we all know that. she’s constantly running over here when they argue. thats like, what, three times a week? it wont hurt to check.” he says, getting up and running down onto his motorbike, immediately getting soaked.

and then, he just sped off. oh boy.

JJ’S POV:

i knew i was going way over the speed limit, but i didnt care. i knew something bad had happened to y/n. i could feel it, and i tried to push the worry gnawing at me down. i sped down the streets and eventually pulled up at y/n’s massive house. ‘kooks.’ i thought to myself. without hesitation, i walked up to the front door, knocking rapidly, (this reminded me of “housekeeping!!” if ykyk) before ringing the doorbell.

“what do you want?” snarled mr l/n, upon seeing me.

“hi sir. i was, uh- wondering if you’d seen y/n? is she here?” i asked, holding back my urge to swear at this dickhead.

“no. she took it upon herself to run away. my cars gone, and she left the garage door open. when you find her, tell her she’s not welcome here.”

he slammed the door shut without another word, leaving me with my own thoughts. i started walking back to the street, when i noticed the garage door a little bit open. i peeked through and saw three surfboards hooked up on the wall, but i didn’t see y/n’s usual one. and then it clicked in my head. she loved surfing! she mustve gone to the beach! wait… the hurricane… i have to go, NOW.

YOUR POV:

waves splashed over you, pulling you further away from shore. a jolt threw you almost off your board, as a surge of pain flew up your body. you looked beside you and saw sharp, jaggedy rocks that your surfboard was now wedged in. turning your head to look at your left leg, you gasped. a large, deep gash was stricken right up it, while scarlett blood seeped out of the wound.

your wet hair clung to the board that was now stained with blood as you lay on it. you felt stupid for it, but you felt somewhat safe wedged between the rocks. this way, you couldnt drift further away. you looked towards the sandy shore, torrential rain disrupting your view. then, you saw lights from a car, turning toward the beach. you could’ve jumped for joy (if you could).

you saw familiar blonde tufts of hair, and could make out the worn out camo shorts he frequently wore.

“JJ!” you screamed with all your might. of course, he couldnt hear you, but he could see you.

he pulled out.. one of your surfboards? he carried it to the waves, laying down on it and surfing through the tallest waves.

“JJ NO, ITS DANGEROUS!” you screeched helplessly.

as he got closer to you, screaming comforting words, one of the largest waves you’d seen towered over him.. and smashed down. jayj had disappeared. lost from view.

“JJ! JJ?” you cried out, tears streaming down your face, and mixing with the rain hammering down onto your cheeks.

A blonde head bobbed up onto the surface, as he gave himself one final push towards you, approaching the rocks. he was coughing furiously, but only cared about reaching you.

another wave washed over you, as you held your arm out for him. he grabbed it greatfully, trying to unhook your board as you held him tightly down, so he wouldnt get swept away.

“there! lets go, get on my board!” he yelled over to you, as you crawled off yours. a furious wave suddenly crashed into you, as you screamed in pure terror and slipped.

suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrapped over you, lifting yourself onto the board. your heart skipped a beat, but you werent too sure if it was because of your near death experience or jj…

“grab the rope, and tie it around you y/n! quick!!” he shouted over the endless crash of the waves and the hammering of the rain ricocheting off of the turquoise board.

you noticed a rope tied around the end of the board, with another bit of rope dangling off of it. you wrapped it around your ankle, tightening it, even though it dug into it painfully.

you and him surfed up waves, while you closed my eyes, too afraid to look, as you held onto jj’s muscular figure. it all seemed like a blur to you.

“untie the rope!” jj advised you.

“what?!” you screamed, confused.

“NOW!”

you quickly let the rope free from your ankle, trusting jj’s worrds.

suddenly, you were flung up into the air by a strong wave, and flung onto.. land?

your eyes seemed stuck together by treacle, as you strained to open them. you coughed and coughed, freeing your lungs of the endless water contained in them. you shivered uncontrollably, your face pale and skin freezing cold. your leg was still bleeding, and it hurt to move, you winced at any sudden movement.

you suddenly crawled around, looking for the boy who had selflessly just saved your life.

“JAYJ?” you shouted, and saw a crumpled figure closer to the tide.

you immediately got up, wincing due to the excruciating pain, but pushing forward, stumbling towards his unconscious figure.

“jj!” you cried out, tears spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks. this was all my fault.. you thought to yourself, as your emotions overtook you.

“jj please wake up.” you cried out, hyperventilating as you peformed cpr, your soaked hair dangling over his face.

sirens sounded in the distance, but you were too panic-stricken to care. you used your mouth endlessly to puff air into his, as you cried and cried, tears dropping onto his pale cheeks.

“ma’m! maam please step back, we’ll take it from here. you’ll suffer from hypothermia.” a cop’s voice shouted from behind you, as a police force came slowly towards you.

you leant back from jayj. your bestfriend. the only one who seemed to understand you. you turned your head back to the cops, as a nice looking woman put a blanket onto you, asking if you could walk.

you saw sarah, john b, pope, and kiara running towards you, and stopping once they saw who you were knelt next to. sarah ran to you, hugging you as a tear slipped down her cheek. you were a frozen mess, bawling your eyes out.

medics rushed over to jj, trying to resuscitate him, as you were slowly lifted up, as a cop and sarah tried to lead you to an ambulance.

you suddenly heard coughing behind you, and kie gasping. you turned and saw a crumpled jj’s chest heaving, and you bolted back towards him, ignoring the searing pain in your leg.

“oh jj.” you said, your voice barely a whisper, as you crouched next to him, tears dropping off of your face, as his hand reached up to your cheek, wiping them away as he smiled weakly.

“i love you.” you whispered softly to him. and suddenly, he brought you into a kiss. fireworks exploded in your stomach, as you broke the kiss.

“i love you too.”

your foreheads met, as you lent against eachother, both of you smiling at one another, as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

A/N: im not too sure how to feel about this tbh.. i hope you enjoyed it though!! i listened to noah kahan on shuffle while i wrote this 😜

[sipping-ambrosia-wine]

further lyrics and info below the cut. even if you havent seen the show i want opinions!

NYTW-> BROADWAY

1 2 3 4 5 6

EPIC III-

Where is the man with his hat in his hands/Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose -> Where is the man with arms outstretched?/ To the woman he loves with nothing to lose

DOUBT COMES IN-

Doubt comes in/ And strips the paint/ Doubt comes in/ And turns the wine/ Doubt comes in and leaves a trace/ Of vinegar and turpentine -> Doubt comes in/ The wind is changing/ Doubt comes in/ How cold it's blowing/Doubt comes in and meets a stranger/ Walking on a road alone

IF IT'S TRUE-

If it’s true what they say/If my love is gone for good/They can take this heart away/They can take this flesh and blood/Take my mouth that kissed her mouth/Take my tongue that sung her praise/Take my arms that used to reach out/ In the dark to where she lay -> If it's true what they say/if theres nothing to be done/If its true that its too late/And the girl I love is gone/If its true what they say/Is this how the world is?/To be beaten and betrayed and then be told that nothing changes

[...]

Take this voice, take these hands/I can’t use them anyway/Take this music and the memory/Of the muse from which it came -> (Absent, replaced with the workers' lyrics?)

WAY DOWN HADESTOWN-

Everybody dresses in clothes so fine/Everybody's pocket are weighted down/Everybody sippin the ambrosia wine/ It's a goldmine, in hadestown -> [Cut, replaced with she's gonna ride that train" build up after "that was not six months"]

CHANT II-

When I was a young girl like you/Sister, I was hungry too/Hungry for the underworld/When I was a young girl/Now you know how it tastes/The fruit of Mr. Hades’ ways/Sister, it’s a bitter wine-Spit it out while you still have time/Take it from a woman of my age/Love is not a gilded cage/All the wealth within these walls/Will never buy the thing called love/Love was when he came to me/Begging on his bended knees/To please have pity on his heart/And let him lay me in the dirt.../I felt his arms around me then/We didn’t need a wedding bed/Dark seeds scattered on the ground/The wild birds were flying around/That’s when I became his wife/But that was in another life/That was in another world/When I was a young girl!-> [Cut entirely]

ANY WAY THE WIND BLOWS

In the fever of a world in flame/in the season of the hurricane/flood'll get ya if the fire dont/any way the wind blows/Sister gone gone the [nomad*]'s route/brother gone gone for a job down south/gone the same way as the shanty town/and the traveling show/any way the wind blows

In the valley of the exodut/in the belly of a bowl of dust/crows and buzzards fly in a row/any way the wind blows-> [replaced by hermes's exposition on the fates]

*initial use of the word g*psy, which is a slur against the roma/romani people. mitchell was unaware of the hateful connotations and cut the lyric once made aware.

[chandra-nalaar]

so half the roads in my town are closed, power is on and off (most people still have no power but mine is on-off) and theres no cell service, but like, other than that were good, and people in my town are all I AM UPSET WHEN NOT ABOUT ME and keep going like "we will rebuild...we are strong we will get through this" about having tree limbs in their yard. my town experiences multiple hurricanes per year every year and its always "its nothing, it'll just be a little rain, stop overreacting!" until the storm passes and then its all "that was the worst ive suffered in my LIFE. literally nobody understands what we have been through. please pray for us in this difficult time as we mourn the 3 shingles that fell off our roof." like they've been watching the news and seen the people who's houses got completely destroyed and thought "but how can i make this about me?" give me a fucking break

[puhpandas]

Evan and Greg are basically your oc's!, what is your interpretation of Micheal in the modern au. Also how does mike not see Evan as a person?

Also flashlight duo is super cute

Has Evan ever been bullied at school?

the ocification beam hit them too hard...

I view Michael in my flashlight duo universe as being like. not how a lot of people portray him. as in he doesnt lash out for a reason. he isnt acting that way towards Evan because William told him to.

it's for sure affected by William's own actions, but as in Michael subconsciously learned those things. he isn't even on William's side really. he sucks as a father to both of them. it's just that michael doesnt respect Evan enough to see him as someone who is supposed to be on his side

Michael subconsciously learned growing up that everything Evan is is bad. and the cool people his age see people like Evan as weak, so he does too.

he lacks any emotional maturity, so a lot of his actions towards Evan are out of his own boredom and resent. he genuinely thinks his reactions are funny. if he ever did realize what he did was wrong, he would have to actually realize. he knows fully that what he does hurts Evan. he just doesn't care. he hasn't developed the intuition he needs to care. you know?

and Michael is around 16 if evan is 12. it's not that hes too young to understand, it's the lack of good parenting, or literally parenting in general. if Evans life is hell because everyone around him hates him, then that means its true. it means the people in hurricane dont like people like Evan (a boy who at his age should be getting manlier, but isnt. sensitive and emotional and physically small and lanky. evan literally has anxiety and paranoia and is neurodivergent and people dont really acknowledge that but they notice. and they don't like it)

the people in their town suck and are mean and so is Michael's father. so of course hes going to stick to what hes been taught and to everybody else who also believes it and is on his side. he was never taught that what hes doing is wrong. hes a bad person but it's a product of horrible parenting and the worst town in the world

in contrast to Michael, in the neglect and bullying Evan has faced its made him kinder. he is the one facing it so he wants to be kind to others instead of being like the people he hates.

I dont want to say he would be more in tune with his emotions than Michael because he wouldn't be. before Gregory, he was so unstable and miserable he was just a big ball of anxiety and emotions. he didnt understand his emotions and have that country mile on Michael's own emotional maturity because he didnt have it in him to learn

and by that I mean he didnt even like himself enough to want to help himself. hed been taught that theres fundamentally something wrong with him that makes him bad and weird and not like anyone else who's impossible to 'fix'. and hed been hearing that since he was a young kid, so of course hed believe it.

but then Gregory comes alone and slowly tries to strip away what Evan had been taught just by being kind to him and repeating kind things. the opposite of what everyone else did.

and that is what makes Evan begin to change for the better. the first thing he learns is that Gregory doesn't think something is super wrong with him that makes him bad and stupid so he starts to believe it a little, too. he begins to see how maybe how hes being treated is unfair and its him seeing himself as worthy of kindness that makes him upset on his own behalf. and what that means is he has better self esteem when before he was so insecure he could never even defend himself a little bit

and its after he gains some respect for himself that he learns how to help himself. he actually thinks he deserves it now, so with his support system in Gregory and his family he learns how he works. he learns what his phobias are and what sets him off and how to calm himself down. and of course he hoped all the way through that changing could be what 'fixes' him and the people around him wouldnt hate him so much. but like I said before its that self respect that confirms it's for himself and not for others

of course that stuff doesnt go away, but he improves. the people around him do notice. they dont care enough to say anything, they're more just suprised or happy hes shutting up in that mean way of theirs. but I think after a while of Evan being comfortable with Gregory and improving himself he would one day just snap.

before, he had layers and layers of nervousness and fear and anxiety and insecurity stopping his very high emotions from boiling over. and with the newfound respect for himself comes the anger on his own behalf of how hes treated.

so i feel like one day he would just blow up with all the emotion without the insane amount of fear stopping him. and it doesnt help, not really.

before, evan wanted to please michael and his father. but now that he wants them to know how much he hates them and how much they hurt him, they are pleased.

he gained more respect but in the worst way. not the way he wanted.

but back to their relationship, I think post-all of this, evan wouldnt want anything to do with him. let's say Michael does have a wake up call when they're both older. hes already ruined his relationship so much its unsalvageable. he caused evan to develop fundamental issues rooted deep (anxiety and paranoia, general things he learned about the world and certain people/groups and traits that he'll have to remind himself arent true) inside of him.

his family had their chance and they blew it hard. evan is definitely in the right to want nothing to do with him or William and to continue growing up and living and laughing with his actual family in his heart. they never get to make it official, but that doesn't matter.

anyway I went on like. a lot lol. for anyone who havent read my oneshot series this is based completely off of that au of mine and in my mind is canon to every oneshot if you do read them. thanks for enabling me to talk about flashlight duo lol you can tell I put so much thought into them every day its crazy

edit: to answer your actual questions lol: it's not that Michael literally doesn't see Evan as a human person, it's that he doesnt respect him enough to treat him with human respect. you know? everything evan is he has been taught is bad and worthless so that's what he thinks. so by extension evan is too

and yeah evan does get bullied at school. I always imagined it was less bullies pushing him into lockers and stealing his lunch money (Williams ass does not give him lunch money let's be real) and more that they just treat him awful. hes either invisible or in the way and then they dont care to be super rude to him. they dont just spout their exact thought process out but they all think of him badly and view him as a big joke. its less blatant meanness and more just treating him awful in general and that's what makes Evan think its normal and that hes asking for it when its not.

[carrickbender]

7

1. I'm sitting here drinking coffee, but I should be doing chores. It's a nice day, bug wants to do stuff later, there's email to catch up on... so yeah, do weeks really end?

2. Friday night was fantastic: got off work, listened to my mothers epic complaining while I took the flat tire off of her old suv, lost my phone, took it to town to be fixed only to find my phone on the bumper(IT WENT 10 MILES ON THE BUMPER AT 65+ MPH TO TOWN!!!!! PRAISE ALL THE GODS IT STAYED!!!!), got the tire fixed and back on the car in a very bad spot, went home, buggy got sick and I had to clean up his #2 mess<poor guy>, and I slept on the couch because sleeping is awful in a bed anymore. Great start, huh?

3. My current shame storm is making a hurricane look like a passing shower. No matter what I do, what I accomplish, how hard I try, it's just not enough. It's a stupid thing, and no matter how much I try to do the affirmations, they aren't working. #backtosquareone

4. I have a drs appointment tomorrow, and I'm dreading it. I've gained 5 lbs(or so my messed up scale says), but my pants fit better, so I dunno. Plus, there's the pain in other places thanks to fluid build up. Just another fun thing that's happened since I had bypass surgery. #insulttoinjury

5. I think after a certain age you should be able to trade certain things that still work on your body for things that would be more useful. For example, I'd gladly trade my still working sex drive for the ability to thrive on 3-4 hours a night of sleep. That way I could trade one useless thing for a useful thing. Pardon me for being slightly bitter. Im just over it. To be honest I wish I was working the 60-70 hour a week schedule and going to school like I was before. At least then I wouldn't think about it as much. #thanksihateit

6. My former employer is having a big meeting w/investors and politicians on the 25th, and theres rumours it might start back up. So im sending the HR manager my updated resume, and starting the conversation about a shift supervisor position. To be honest, I'd kill for it, and it would keep me on career trajectory. Fingers crossed.... I love my new job but I can't afford to work there.

7. I'm sorry to be such a negative person but I'm kinda reaching a hard spot in my journey. I have no real time to stop and process because if I did I think it would derail part of the rebuilding process for my life I started a few years ago. Part of that rebuilding process was prioritizing financial security, so even considering all the other stuff has to take a backseat... but how to do it when you're a novice at self care and are trying to reprogram your already f'ed up brain is another thing entirely. Bono wrote it best in the song Cedars of Lebanon: "The worst of us are a long drawn out confession; The best of us are geniuses of compression.You say you're not going to leave the truth alone.I'm here 'cause I don't want to go home".

Thanks for letting me vent. This week will be better... I think. Much love!

[seeminglydark]

i hope you were serious tag-op cuz there is nothing i like more than to talk about these two. they are ocs, (though i haven't minded people tagging otps and dif ships on them, its easy to perceive them as anyone since theres no face in the drawing) they are side characters from my webcomic Seemingly Dark, but i loved them so much i started their own comic, Mil-Liminal. This image is from their highschool days.

the Punk is Johnathan 'Hurricane Sully' O'Sullivan and the cheerleader is Caro Greene (dif name back then but thou shall not be deadnamed with no context, ill link a post below with info on both characters.) They were next door neighbors, but Caro's parents were super strict and wouldnt let them hang around the small-town troublemaker. So whats a super closeted trans-masc cheerleader to do in order to hang out with the boy they like, but get detention. They swap small things like jewelry and notes when they can't communicate. As adults they do the same, because their relationship is a bit long-distance. The image itself is a prompt i got for the characters on Instagram, and i wanted to do it in kind of a manga style, it was the first time i played with the textures and halftone and i love how it came out and im glad people like it too.

this post probably does a better lore dump than i can do in a small place like this

anyway, heres a pic of them as adults after reconnecting seven years in the future, Caro's transitioned and a world famous podcaster and Johnny's an insecure barista doing his best, both comics can be read on webtoon or tapas, but youre also welcome to come up with your own ideas. In both comics they are adults, but the highschool version of them exist in a mini print comic i did called Prom Night. Most of the images on this blog are them in varies stages, their book comes out soon and so I've done a LOT of art of them. (oh and all my comics are supernatural or spooky.)

The prompt was ‘detention.’

[jc-lambert]

Baroness Sandy

Joann...

What are you doing?

I hear the cultural center in New Orleans done decided to start serving bologna sandwiches again, but they is charging 20$ for them. You know, they have to make their money somewhere and somehow, cuz they is being slave driven to just give them sandwiches away for free elsewhere that nobody know.

It hurricane season. That how they be der'n and there is kooaid even but it cost you maybe five dollar a cup without not no liquor up in they shit cuz they is christian and nobody know if they like yo ass yet. You might be vous do folk.

I could use a ride to the Gulf of Mexico, you know: hurricane clean up is good money usually. When theres no good money, theres always atleast good company. Here in Kansas you will never find either.

You have tons of citizens who've decided to just move onto my reservation, even though none of them are Kiowa. Many of them are your fugitive police and unruly baristas and clerks. We need them all removed from our society. They terrorized everyone respectable out of town and state with their wanton hedonistic bourgeois methods of life and this and that.

How much you need paid to pack everyone up and fly them home via Con-Air?

How much do I get paid for reporting they asses to your ass?

Where the money coming from?

Do we have to maybe go grab Kate Brown and put a firecracker in her koo-koo and snatch she purse and just go through it?

Im still kidnapped.  Im in Kansas. Aint nobody paid me at not no all yet.

Do you want Wichita? I really do not want the city nor do I want to be here.

Id rather have a kosher with eggs somewhere in Alaska than sit here in Kansas next to a bunch of hookers from Emporia or O'Reagan. I'd rather sit with my disability claim in one of your feudal buildings near the college campus in Portland. However it seems everyone there was perfectly bankrupted.

I just found a MacKenzie Lambert Esquire online... It's probably a fake as fuck name.

He probably needs to be slapped and left publicly sexually humiliated.

Who probably needs to be killed for touching Reganite Assets and being a greedy faggot from Jersey. That should be enough resource and assets to keep your black zombie asses well fed, happy, and hanging out with Bawon Samedi entertained for a few more centuries. Instead of just sitting there with a ghetto drag act called "Baroness Sandy". 

[sheenabena32]

Wanting it back

Thought you were doing me a favor.

whenever you called, I always surrendered.

When tragedy struck and was out of my luck.

Believed you were the answer

But that breath of fresh air soon

turned into all smoke and embers...

And you weren't even here.

MIA nowhere.

Now here contemplating if you really cared?

When you swore you did.

Don't try to act so coy and innocent.

It was just an illussion.

a paper without a pen.

A match without a flame.

Why did you do this to me again?

Give me a reason and explain.

Chorus

Something told me.

you wouldn't be around.

Don t beat me up now.

In the blink of eye,

you left me numb on the cold ground.

Kept me up in the middle of the night.

While you slept safe and sound.

Who was I fooling now?

When I put you first, you put my heart down.

And now I am wanting it back

I am wanting it back now

Verse

The hurricane came flooding in

I hear your name. It's a reminder of the pain.

I see your silhoutte fading into the still of night.

Why try to intice me, and plead you love me.

Don't say it twice and say what you don't mean

Cause This girl has a lot of learning and will be soon leaving.

And theres no use for me in crying.

Alone in this big city

Chorus

And I knew you wouldn't be around

In the blink of eye,

you left me all alone in this town.

Kept me up in the middle of the night

While you slept safe and sound.

Why was I fooling myself now?

When I put you first, you put my heart down.

And now I wanting it back

And now I wanting it back now.

[iheartsunset]

Do you have any headcanons about cooper?

Papa Louie Cooper HCs

(Okay I know I said I was kinda on hiatus cause of school, but the hurricane warning have cancelled school for most of the week, so I’m temporarily back! After this though I don’t think I’ll be able to post too much 😢)

-Cooper Stripey is 23 years old and lives with his beloved cat, Cookie, in a Tastyville apartment building atop one of his favorite restaurants. His parents live with his younger brother, Greg, in a small house close by, but Greg always lives to spend the night in his apartment. While he works happily at the Pancakeria, Cooper does have dreams of becoming a real estate agent.

-His lasts name, Stripey, stems from tomatoes. He often referred to as Mr. Stripey, which is an unripe looking tomato with small leaves. Cooper thinks this is embarrassing, but Greg is overjoyed at its meaning, so he’s learning to bear with it for his brother’s sake.

-He is in a polyamorous relationship with Prudence and Taylor. He met Prudence when Papa allowed them to pick up their pets at the empty Pancakeria and agreed to become coworkers to return the favor. He and Taylor have been friends since middle school and were on the same baseball team once. They all began dating after Taylor admitted that he had feelings for them both and didn’t know what to do about it, and since they all liked each other, they just all started dating. It’s one of Flipline’s best and most wholesome couples.

-He’s totally had ideas for a Kairi, Riku, and Sora costume for him and his S/O’s. Either that or Nagito, Hajime, and Chiaki costumes.

-Cooper totally has both the special hoodie and the backpack that you can carry your cat around in. Cookie doesn’t even need it since they always follow Cooper around and won’t stray from him unless there’s a squirrel or something.

-He’s a really goofy guy that always has a smile on his face. While he’s not on Mitch and Kingsley levels of wacky, Cooper does like to tell jokes and worry about other too much. I’d say he’s adorkable, but not on Roy’s level. He’s also charismatic, but not nearly as smooth as Carlo Romano. However, there are times where he will get into someone’s face if they’ve wronged his friends or family in any way (but absolutely not on Koilee or Rudy’s level of “I’m gonna kick your ass”). He’s just a great balance of all the workers’ personalities.

-Cooper can’t understand Cookie, but he still has full on conversations with both Cookie and Pickles.

-He accidentally dropped a camera down the mountain while taking pictures for Greg and his parents.

-Cooper has severe arachnophobia stemming from narrowly surviving an unnoticed bite from a brown recluse. Even though he says he’s fine, Cooper will run out of the Pancakeria or the apartment screaming if he sees a spider. When he, Prudence, and Willow were talking about their pets, Willow (unaware of his phobia) decided that Cooper should meet her spider face-to-face. Cooper fainted and now Willow doesn’t even make eye contact with him anymore out of guilt.

-He definitely uses this embarrassing baby voice when talking to his cat. Greg thinks it’s super weird, but has learned to put in headphones during those times.

-Cooper is always worried that he might accidentally leave one of his significant other’s out. Therefore, he makes Prudence and Taylor sit in the back of the car. He also insists that they all sit on the same side of the booth, which is really awkward, so they usually double date with Liezel and Trishna, Carlo and Koilee, or Willow and Drakson.

-He likes to blast embarrassing music when he picks Greg up from school. He also plays harmless pranks on him and teases him like an older brother would. Greg does all the same things to him and overall, they have a normal sibling relationship.

-His favorite game series are Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy. He has gone on stream with Tohru playing these games many times. He even made a cardboard Keyblade for his Halloween costume as Sora.

-Cooper, as a child, used to give leftover pancakes and bacon to this stray cat near his house. The cat grew so attached to Cooper that he decided to adopt it and name it Cookie (he didn’t think pancake rolled off the tongue as good as cookie did).

-His favorite anime genre is horror or psychological, so Higurashi and Happy Sugar Life are his favorites. Oddly enough, he hates monster movies and slasher films and will cry through them.

-Cooper’s car is sometimes not strong enough to drive up the freaking mountain, so Cooper often has to hike up it with Prudence to get to work on time. It really sucks and now Cooper dreads waking up in the morning.

-He hates when people say he looks just like Makoto Naegi or Hajime Hinata because deep down, he knows it’s true. But if you say he looks like Sora, he’ll be one of your best friends.

-The Fan Kids (Sarge Fan, Radlynn, LePete, and I guess Yippy and Iggy count since they all hang out together) low key scare him, but they’re Greg’s friends, so he’ll happily endure.

[beaversatemygrandma]

So. This guy:

There are two of these dudes in my house. (I bought one and he came with a hole and i was like come on man and told the company so they were like ‘have another boi.’ hence: two bois) 

Sometime over the summer, my dad was dead convinced the trailer was haunted. It got to the point where he was seeing shadows and movements in his room at night and started sleeping with all the lights on. Then. These bois showed up. I had them sitting on the living room couch like gargoyles on the arms for a few weeks My dad started getting less freaked out at night. (I’ve checked the carbon monoxide detector and such. It needs a new battery so we haven’t ruled this out yet) Apparently, less shadowy figures were showing up in the doorways. At least in the main areas. The figures seemed to be centered in his room and bathroom. So, he moved one of the bois to sit on the column on his bedframe like a pedestal so he looks over the room and the bathroom. Apparently, the figures are gone. Like immediately after the forest demon was placed there.

Anyways. The Squishable Forest Demons repel demons. They’re protectors. Get one now and then proceed to attempt to accidentally summon a demon on Halloween. The forest demon boi Can and Will Protect you.*

*I cannot be sued if you get possessed within the company of a Forest Demon. The Squishable company has nothing to do with this either. Please use your Halloween Ouija session responsibly.

[undeaddevildom]

Some worldbuilding thoughts:

Whenever theres a predicted natural disaster that's going to occur it can be subsidized or thrown off course via magic from demons, angels, and very strong covens. How ever, in the human realm since magic is so scarce most natural disasters just.. Happen.

Covens in the human realm are far few and dar too weak to affect a large natural disaster. The most they can do is make a particularly hot sunny day a little cloudier or maybe have a little sun shower over their gardens. To demons/angels, human weather with no interference is wild.

A tornado throws a tree through a car? Yikes. A hurricane floods an entire town? Grab some buckets i guess. Even a particularly close lightning strike or loud thunderclap is commonly shrugged off after the initial shock. Power outages, droughts, blizzards, etc. That's just how it is. Things just HAPPEN and humans just let them.

Referenced works & additional thoughts vv

Storm thoughts based on T H I S ! (Tumblr post)

Imagine the only place that lightning was common was during the celestial war, used as a weapon by archangels to smite their enemies. And it just??? Spawns here??? Who are the angels trying to kill- IT EXPLODED A TREE. WHY!!!

(Fun fact! trees explode because the moisture inside is heated into steam and expands so quickly that it combusts through the tree bark!)

So I'd imagine (if youre looking for something angsty) the brothers would need a little extra comfort during these events :(

Celestial smite kills demons (and angels) on impact. It's so much concentrated divine energy that no living vessel can handle it making any physical contact, even getting close to it can harm you. And you're telling me humans have been struck by it and SURVIVED??? Feat. my favorite video ever (youtube)

How hot is the devildom actually inspired me to make a post of it's own (H E R E!) but still. (Tumblr posts)

I think that humans and demons handle heat differently. Humans don't have wetness receptors in their brains. Instead, we rely on different thermal cues. I think demons DO have wetness receptors and that their bodies adjust immediately to water temperatures. Which is why Asmo is able to lounge casually in infernally boiling water (canon) but wouldn't be able to stand hot temperatures that do not pertain to water (headcanon).

[bagelboys-withcreamcheese]

Incorrect Modern VDL Gang Quotes

*cough* rednecks *cough*

~~

*Arthur talking to John on the phone*

Arthur: Hey, I have a joke for you.

John: Alright.

Arthur: What has a small penis and hangs down?

John: Um, I don’t know.

Arthur: A bat. Now what has an enormous penis and hangs up?

John: I dunno, what?

Arthur: *hangs up the phone*

—

*At the grocery store*

Lenny: *accidentally knocks down a bag of tortilla chips*

Sean: Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!

—

Jack: Oh my god, I love Chipotle! Chipotle is my liiife-

—

Sean: *Aggressively dancing to the dragon tales theme song*

—

Sean: Hey, which dinosaur knew the most words?

Lenny: Well, theoretically speaking, scientists still don’t know if dinosaurs were able to communicate verbally.

Sean: *pouting* That’s not- that’s not the point. It’s the thesaurus.

—

Arthur & John: *To the tune of Little Einsteins* We’re going on a trip in our favorite piece of shit, blowing throughhh break liiines, we’re gonna die~

Uncle: For the last time, my truck ain’t that bad!

—

Hosea: Another tip to gun safety is always keep your gun on safety when you’re not ready to fire!

John: *falls and accidentally sets his gun off*

Hosea: Well son of bitch, John!

John: I’m sorry!

Hosea: I told you! You know what, go get in the truck.

—

Sean, riding a tractor: On my way to fuck your bitch! WOOO-

—

*John & Arthur driving on a highway*

John: If you look to your left you’ll see a MattressFirm, then right across from it is another MattressFirm. This is the sleepiest town in America!

Arthur: Wait, look, not even a block away-

John: THERES ANOTHER MATTRESS FIRM!

—

Hosea: Stop using the dog as a puppet!

John: *uses Cain’s paw to hit the table* Bring me a sandwich, bitch!

—

Dutch: *watching the news* Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium!

Bill: *covered in ink* Maybe the squid was being a dick.

—

Pearson, to the gang: I was thinking for dinner tonight I might just throw some food on the floor and have all of you fight for it.

—

Sean: *acting crazy*

Karen: What the hell are you on?

Sean: NyQuil and RedBull!

—

Dutch: You need to stop doing weird things, going out might help.

Arthur: I went to the park today.

Dutch: There you go! I hope you got something from that.

Arthur: *opens coat* This duck.

—

*John playing music in the car*

Radio: All I want for Christmas iiiiis~

Dutch: *getting ready to sing*

Radio: WET ASS PUSSY

Dutch: Goddammit, John!