#they pop pills and make out yk

[easy-revenge]

no heterosexual explanation for them looking each other IN THE EYE as they pop the pills whatsoever they were prepackaged and ready for ao3 use istg

[elliespillowprincess]

SHES MY DRUG

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a/n: this is my first ever (kinda) fic so it kinda sucks and is all over the place.. rockstar/band ellie has been on my mind too much lately so yk i had to.

c/w: modern au, reader is in college (premed), biker ellie!!! smut next part!! mentions of smoking, drinking and drugs (reader and ellie), fem reader, plus size reader, insecure reader, fluff, abby is readers mean ex (abby lovers im sorry, i still love her) angst, body dysmorphia, fatphobia, race of reader not specified, TERRIBLY WRITTEN, not proofread

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

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“hey did you hear about the music festival in town this weekend?” your friend, liliana, asks, making you wake up from the trance your computer put you in. you and liliana had been friends prior to college, meeting in your honors anatomy class in high school. with a similar career goal in mind, you two decided to go to the same college and become roomates. you two had been in your towns coffee shop for hours, trying to finish an assignment your biology professor gave you two.

“there’s a festival here? nobody ever comes out here.” you reply. nobody has ever done any concerts, festivals, or performances in your town. it was so small, they wouldn’t make enough profit so it just didn’t seem worth the trip. the only performances you ever saw were done by drunken men in your college bar.

“yeah! i don’t really know anyone that’s going though. it’d be nice to check out!”. she scrolls to find a post advertising the festival, with a list of who’s going. to nobody’s surprise, the list is small; 3 performers. “the tickets are only $50, we should go!!” she says whilst you’re reading the informative post. “i don’t know, lili, i mean who even are these people? is it even worth our money?” the idea of wasting your weekend at a festival, where you don’t know anyone playing, when you could be studying for finals makes you nervous.

“come onnn y/n, we can’t waste our uni years studying all the time! when we graduate, we’re gonna be swamped with med school work, might as well make the most out of the time we have!” liliana says cheerfully. sure, you could spare the hours, but you had so much on your plate. finals, work, and not even mentioning the fact you just broke up with your girlfriend of 4 years. you look at her face, she’s using puppy-dog eyes to hopefully persuade you into going. “i’ll think about it.”

you’re laying in your dorm room, back hunched over your laptop, with your hands in your hair. liliana was staying at her boyfriends house for the night, leaving you all alone. the amount of studying you’ve done in the past hours giving you a throbbing headache and double vision. you harshly close your laptop, saying “i’ll do it later.” in your head, lazily getting up to grab some advil from your medicine cabinet. you open the familiar bottle and pop a few pills into your mouth. walking to your bed, you plop down, and begin scrolling mindlessly on instagram.

then you remember what your friend was telling you about earlier, and you decide to look at your towns instagram. a new post making you curious as nothing had been posted since the fourth of july fireworks at the towns lake. you click on it, a flashy banner lighting up your screen.

GOLDWHIT GROVES FIRST EVER MUSIC FESTIVAL; FEATURING:

BEHIND THE ANGER

ELLIE WILLIAMS

DRAW MY BLOOD

THIS SATURDAY ONLY

you chuckle, finding the names of the bands amusing. one of them, however, drew your attention. the only one who was seemingly a solo performer, ellie williams. you decide to close your towns page and type the name into your search bar. your eyebrows raise at the amount of fan accounts this “ellie” has. you click on the only account with the blue verification symbol on it, her page filling your screen.

holy shit.

she was hot. like, really hot.

you click on her most recent post and it’s a video of her at one of her concerts. she’s playing an electric guitar furiously with gritted teeth. you hear girls screaming and see their hands reaching out trying to feel her. clearly, she craves all the attention so she pulls off her white wife beater, throwing it into the crowd. the screaming only intensifies as she has a douchey smile on her face. the video cuts of and you scroll through the different videos the post has, all of the same nature. you read the caption, “see you next time, dallas.” with no tags.

you open your messages app and begin typing to liliana.

you: ok maybe we should go to that festival i just stalked one of the performers and FUCKKK she’s hot

the bands have goofy names tho

“behind the anger” boy shaddup

you wait until you see the bubble appear, indicating she’s responding.

lili😦: TOLD U WE SHOULD GO! venmo me the money im buying tickets rn.

you laugh softly at her excitement to go, and open venmo, sending her $50. another message pops up.

lili😦: *photo attachment*

who were you looking at btw?

you open the message seeing the qr code for your ticket.

you: that ellie williams chick she looks like an asshole but a HOT asshole yk

i want her to play me like that guitar

gonna become a groupie😋

your tiredness takes over after texting lili for the past few hours, telling her goodnight and closing your phone.

the brightness of the morning sun wakes you up. it’s saturday, and thank GOD you had no classes today. you stay in your bed, opening tiktok. it kinda creeps you out that the first video is an edit of the girl you were gawking over last night. as the edit plays, you become even more excited for the festival later in the day. you look to the top of your screen for the time, 12:37. you partially curse yourself for letting yourself sleep in that late, getting up to brush your teeth.

lili😦: ARE U EXCITED FOR TN??

andrew is asking if he can come

smh he’s so clingy

kinda cute tho

the pinging of your phone causes you to finish brushing your teeth, spitting out the foam in your mouth and wiping your face.

you: i don’t mind

yall better not be like those concert couples

sitting on his shoulders n shit i’ll knock you off

you didn’t really mind as you’ve known andrew as long as you’ve know liliana. they’ve been together for the past six years, and you guys used to go on double dates with your ex all the time, it was like a little group.

lili😦: LMFAOOO we won’t

can we get ready tg 🥺

you have all the cute body glitter

you: sure come home whenever

you turn on the shower, grabbing a towel from the cabinet before hopping in. while washing your body, you begin thinking about what you’re gonna wear. you start to think about what ellie williams would notice you in, before laughing at yourself for being so delusional. she doesn’t know you, or care about you.

you’re just another girl.

hours had gone by, liliana and her boyfriend were hanging out at your shared apartment, pregaming and getting ready. the festival started at 4, and ended at 10. “hey y/n? where’s the-“ you walk in, and liliana is making a gawking face. “you look SO hot hello?” beaming at you. partially, you feel a little silly. you’re wearing the outfit she picked for you: a lacy cami, short black skirt, and a leather jacket. you have dark smudgey eye makeup, dark red lipstick, and star clips in your hair.

“i feel dumb.” you say, looking down and laughing at yourself. you never wore revealing clothes, being wayyyy too insecure to show yourself off this this. i mean, your boobs were spilling out of your shirt, your ass visible under your skirt, and your stomach uncovered. “shut the fuck up, you look good. we gotta leave soon- shit wait do you have pasties?”

as andrew drives the three of you to the concert, liliana in the front and you in the back, you become nervous. what if someone’s mean? what if something bad happens? what if it gets too cold? what if you start your period?

“y/n?” the calling of your name makes your head perk up. “we’re putting on that ellie chick, gotta know some of the music if you’re gonna SMASH her tonight!!” she says with a giggle. you roll your eyes as lili goes to her music app and selects her top song.

she’s my drug

the title pops up along with a photo of ellie lighting what looks like a joint. the song starts and it eases your nerves, her raspy voice over the melodic electric guitar makes a perfect combination. the excitement for the festival grows once again as the three of you near the festival.

you were kinda surprised at the amount of people that came. it looked like the entire town was there. there were a lot of unfamiliar faces wearing the bands merch. you saw a lot of girls wearing shirts with ellie williams’ tour dates on the back. “i hope the bands aren’t shit.” andrew says, laughing and getting out of the car. “at least we know one of the performers isn’t.” the three of you, out of the car, walk to the entrance. there were old-looking metal detectors that look like they were borrowed from the local police department. you all go through and have your bags checked and tickets scanned, walking towards the one and only stage.

the first band, behind the anger, got on stage. not many people were going crazy, but there were a few drunken men screaming their songs. liliana and andrew were enjoying them, but you were dying for something to drink, craving a shitty festival cocktail and a cigarette. tapping liliana on the shoulder, “hey, guys? i’ll be right back, i’m gonna grab something to drink.” you shout over the music. “alright, don’t take too long! your girlfriend should be out soon!” you roll your eyes laughing and shuffle your way out of the crowd.

walking up to the one and only vendor, you gaze on the menu. different beers, seltzers, cocktails, and liquors. “can i just cut infront of you? i gotta get up there soon.” you hear a voice behind you say. you turn around, partially offended and, holy shit.

it felt like a movie, a book, a fanfiction. what are the chances that she’s infront of you right now? you blink your eyes, not really believing what you’re seeing. nobody’s around you two besides the vendor, shocking as you’d expect girls flocking around her. it’s her. it’s ellie williams.

“excuse me?” you blurt out, not realizing how rude you sounded. i mean, you were just standing there, the only one in line, not moving. was it rude for her to ask. she kind of laughs at you, kissing her teeth. you got a good chance to look at her. she’s wearing cargo pants with a black wifebeater shirt that lifted slightly, allowing you to see what looks like abs, her tattoo covering her forearm, and her hair tied messily in a half-bun.

“i said,” she says, taking a half step towards you, “can i just cut infront of you?” you look around, dumbfounded. “no, you can’t. i’m ordering right now.” you say, matter-of-factly. you spin on your heels and order whatever shitty cocktail your eyes first land on and she chuckles at your behavior. the vendor types it into his tablet. “that’ll be $9.24. cash or card?” you open your purse, looking for the $10 bill you stuck in your purse for this exact reason. of course, like a fucking movie, it’s gone. “sorry just give me one sec.” you say, furiously looking through your purse, embarrassed.

“i got it, put it with mine. lemme get a rum coke.” the girl says flatly, slightly pushing you aside. you roll your eyes at the push and step aside, very embarrassed at the entire interaction. you grab a cigarette from your purse and attempt to light it, but the fluid is all out.

of course. how much more cliché could this get? ellie puts her card away in her wallet and shoves it into her front pocket as the vendor goes to make the two drinks. “need help?” she says, reaching her hand into her pocket and getting out a lighter, it was black and very scratched up. “these are bad for you, y’know?” she says in a cocky tone before grabbing her own and lighting it. the two of you were so far away from the rest of the crowd it that it was almost quiet.

“i’m studying to be a doctor, i know.” you say, the cigarette hanging limply between your lips still attempting to light it. “what’s a smart girl like you doing smoking and drinking then huh? you’re the one who’s supposed to tell people not to.” she says, bringing the lighter to the stick in your mouth and lighting it for you, the closeness of your face to her hands making you nervous. “pineapple cocktail and a rum coke?” you hear the vendor shout; the moment breaks and ellie pushes the lighter into her pocket before grabbing the two drinks, handing you yours before turning around and waving slightly, with the cigarette in her mouth.

“see you up there, doll.”

“bitch you will not believe what just happened” you say, finally making it back to where andrew and liliana were after having to shove through the crowd, almost spilling your drink all over yourself. “i just spoke t-“ the sound of screams interrupts your sentence and people push you and your friends forward, trying to get closer to the stage. you look up to see what is making people so eager, and see her. and holy shit, does she look good on stage. “how are we doing tonight, goldwhit grove?” she says into the mic, making the squeals of the girls around you erupt even louder, some drunkenly trying to take their shirts off before their more sober friends stop them.

after speaking into the mic for a bit about god knows what, you could barely hear her, she strums her guitar making people scream even louder. “what should we start out with?” she slurs into the mic. she looks like she’s on something, but what musician isn’t. you hear people screaming different names you haven’t heard of, before she says “she’s my drug? that’s all yall wanna hear.” she laughs before starting the song. it is her top song for a reason, it sounds phenomenal. you’re trying to enjoy your time, but the amount of people pushing you and stepping on your feet is annoying you.

after a few songs you hear her voice echo, “guys, let’s back it up a bit, you’re crushing people.” part of you wants to think she said that because she was looking at you, but you reality check yourself quickly. nobody listened, and you feel someone step on your heel for the hundredth time, finally deciding to say something.

“did you not hear her? i can barely breathe dude chill out.” you say to the drunken girl behind you. she looks angry, angry that you had the balls to speak up. she shoves you aggressively, making you bump into the person in front of you. now they’re mad at you too, for bumping into them so harshly. you try defending yourself when you feel a cold drink splashed on your chest. your final straw.

you shove your way out of the crowd, leaving behind your friends and deciding you’ll wait until ellie’s performance is over to join them again. once youre out, you make eye contact with the girl on stage. she has her head low and it almost looked like she was looking at you. you get lost on her, she’s playing so aggressively but strategically. before your imagination goes too far, you see her look around to the rest of the crowd, girls screaming when they look her direction.

you walk away, deciding to take a seat on the grass and light a cigarette while you wait. there were a lot of other people sitting around you, assuming they left for the same reason. you’re scrolling mindlessly on your phone until you hear a familiar voice.

“y/n?”

you look up, and it’s her. why the fuck did she have to be here? you were actually enjoying yourself, besides the few rude people, and she had to show up and ruin it all.

“what the fuck are you doing here abby?” you spit out. you’re furious. you haven’t spoken to her in a few weeks, and there were actually days you didn’t think about her at all. “hey, i was just trying to be nice. what are you all butt hurt about?” she says, towering over you sitting on the grass. she always made you feel small, not just physically, but mentally too. you sigh, not wanting to let her control your emotions any longer. the partially-distant sound of ellie’s guitar stopped, making it seem so much more quiet.

“you here with ava?” you spit out at her. she looks like she took that offensively, even though she was the one who cheated on you. “what’s that supposed to mean?” she says back, her tone becoming more aggressive. you push your cigarette into the grass, putting it out and standing up. “what are you wearing?” now that you’re closer, you notice her cheeks are red, and so are her eyes. she’s crossed. you know how she acts when she’s drunk, so you simply gather your things, trying to ignore the entire situation and join your friends. the people who were previously around you had gotten up to go back to the stage as ellie had gotten off.

“where are you going?” it sounds like she expects you to stay. to come running back. to cling to her. “to my friends.” you flatly state while walking away. you feel a hand grab your wrist. “i’m talking to you, y/n. it’s rude to walk away from people when they’re talking to you, y’know?” her tone is that of mockery. like you’re a child and she’s trying to teach you a lesson. “did the breakup make you gain that much weight? god i really ruined you huh?” you try to yank your hand away, “let go of me abby, seriously it’s not funny.” her grip doesn’t subside and only grows stronger, making you wince.

“she said no dude, can you not take a hint?”

you turn around and see ellie walking towards the conflict. this is so cliche. “are you a groupie now?” abby laughs at you, and as soon as she says that ellie shoves her off. as attractive as ellie was, abby was stronger. she was built, and she could take down almost anyone. “stop, this is dumb.” you say as they get close to each other. “yeah, yeah it is. don’t know why i’m getting all mad over a groupie slut. you can have her.” she says, walking out of the venue. you see a ditsy blonde girl following after her asking if she’s okay as she furiously walks, not responding to her. you try not to cry at her words, why does she still have such an effect on you?

“you okay?” you hear ellie asking you, almost forgetting she was there. “yeah- yeah. sorry about that. and thank you.” you say, extremely embarrassed while wiping your tears. she’s just looking at you. not saying anything. she didn’t know what to say.

“wanna go get a drink to cheer you up?”

that’s how you ended up in a random bar, with ellie fucking williams. after she asked you to drinks, she took you to the back stage, careful not to be spotted by any fans, where she grabbed her bags and headed for the exit. she was able to sober up before the ride home. while walking out, girls spotted her, running up and asking for her auto graph. she obliged for a few until one asked to sign her boobs, “i gotta go, girls.” her bodyguards following behind the two of you making them back off. you were expecting a van or a car, but no.

she rides a motorcycle.

she just got hotter.

lifting the seat, she tosses her bag into the large compartment, replacing the extra helmet which she handed to you. your heart was racing, you’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before. you nervously put the helmet on your head. “here, lemme help.” she says, pulling the band tightening the helmet ensuring it’s on tight, before tapping it lightly and swinging a leg over her motorcycle. she reached her bent elbow out, waiting for you to use her to help you get on. you grab onto her arm and swing your leg over, getting more comfortable.

“hold on.”

“so where’d you hear my music?” she says, babysitting another rum and coke looking at you intently. she was careful not to drink too much knowing she had to drive home. the two of you had been at the bar for two hours, just talking. a few people coming up every so often to get her autograph. “i actually just only heard about it the other day, through the festival.” you say shyly, hoping she won’t take offense. she laughs softly looking down. “i guess it’s a good thing for me huh? got another monthly listener and a pretty girl talking to me.” everything she says is so blunt, so easy.

you start to wonder how many other girls she’s charmed with the same line.

“wanna head out?” she says. “you can come back to mine- fuck, i can take you to yours. sorry, that sounded desperate.” she laughs, picking up the two helmets and your purse, handing it to you. with the bill paid, the two of you walked to her bike. she opens the door and waits for you to walk through.

“why don’t we go back to yours?” you say boldly. she looks surprised, and sets her helmet on her bike, placing yours gently on your head. she puts hers on, hops on the bike, and helps you get on.

“alrighty.”

you didn’t know how much you’d actually like being on a motorcycle. there’s so much adrenaline, she’s speeding through cars and air is whipping around the helmet. your chest is pushed tightly to her back, your hands wrapped around her waist. luckily, her wearing her helmet made it impossible for people to spot her, making it an easy ride back to her hotel, the only hotel in town. parking her bike in a designated spot, she holds her arm out allowing you to slide off easily, her following behind you. she opens up the bikes seat, grabbing her backpack, and locks it.

“we should hurry before someone spots you!” you giggle. the alcohol making you feel so light and ditsy, following her to her room like a lost puppy. she pulls the key out and unlocks it, holding the door for you and locking it after you. she tosses her things on the hotels desk as you lay down on her bed. smiling to yourself.

“what’cha smiling about pretty girl?”

you giggle, tapping the bed indicating her to lay next to you. “this doesn’t feel real” you laugh out as she crawls on the bed, “i mean, im living every gay girls dream right now, hello? i’m in a hotel with ellie *hic* williams!!” she laughs at your drunken state, reaching to the bedside mini fridge to grab a seltzer. “you’re cute, y/n”. your ears kinda perk up, not remembering when you told her your name.

“how do you know my name?” you say, squinting your eyes at her. she cracks open the can. “calm down, princess, i heard it when that dick was talking to you earlier.” you notice she becomes a little annoyed. “i’m glad i took money out of her pocket but fuck, i got douches at my show.” she takes a long drink from her can. your rose-colored glasses didn’t even care about abby right now, or how much ellie hated her from their first interaction, you just wanted more of her.

you snuggle closer to her, wanting to breathe her in. you’re on the left side of her, laying on your side as she’s on her back. the level of intimacy between the two of you makes your head spin. you guys just met. part of you feels bad that she, a fucking rockstar, probably wants more than a simple conversation and cuddling. you sit up slightly, trying to remove your shirt, “hey, what are you doing?” she says, looking confused. you’re struggling to take your shirt off, it being tight and you being drunk. “feel bad. you probably get girls eeeeveryday doin this.. know why you’s wanted m’here so- so i’ll do it.” your works are slurring and hardly making sense and you’re starting to get frustrated. partially from not being able to take off the uncomfortable shirt, and part from not wanted anything sexual now, not in this state and not when you hardly know her.

she grabs your hands and stops you, making you look at her. “hey, i don’t wanna do anything, ‘kay? we can watch a movie after i get you some clothes to change into.” you put your arms down watching her get up and get an oversized band tee. “don’know if it’ll fit, els.” you say, sadly. she turns around, waiting for you to try it on. “just try it, princess.” you try taking the shirt off again, but just can’t. you get so frustrated you start tearing up, making her turn around and help you. “m’gonna take it off okay?” you nod, lifting your arms as she helps you take your shirt off. “don’t look!!” you say, laughing and pushing her away. she turns around, laughing, “okay, okay” allowing you to put the shirt on and take your bra off from under the shirt. finally, you slip your skirt off.

“done!” you say, smiling watching her turn around as she makes eye contact with you, her face turning pink. she walks towards you, smiling down at you on the bed. “wanna watch a movie?” she asks, picking up a remote and a bag of what looks like joints, pulling one out along with the lighter in her pocket. you nod, asking “can i have one?” she closes the bag, replying “you’re way too drunk, sweetheart.” she flicks on the tv, putting on whatever shitty movie was playing on the hotel tv at the time. you both crawl under the bed, cuddling up into her. you hear a familiar click of the lighter, and the sound of the paper and weed burning. she plays with your hair, making you more and more sleepy, drifting off into a deep sleep state.

the next morning, you wake up unsure of where you are. you look around the room, its messy and there’s clothes, food, and drinks everywhere. you lift your head and look to the right and see none other, than ellie williams.

what the fuck happened last night?

[slamminslamminmcgill]

i came back to your blog after a while cos im mikepilled again and wtf joel jumpscare. boy you still got it . anyway i love you for writing erectile dysfunction. its the ultimate i can fix him... hot as fuck if you can... hot as fuck if you cant but he really really fucking wants you to... rawrrr:3 moar please ill take any broken old man cock if its from you :3

bro. mike ehrmantraut erectile dysfunction

ur so smart

pop pop’s dick definitely don’t pop up no more so yk he got the dick pills on his nightstand. so if he’s got you in his bed he’ll pop one as soon as y’all get there and just like eat you out and finger you until it kicks in. by the time it does you deadass don’t know what number orgasm ur on bc pop pop’s slop top is ridiculous (he can take out the dentures 😳)

but if ur ever on a ride with him…

the only thing that can get it up is your mouth

so you believe /copium

after about 17 minutes straight of slobbering on pop pop’s köckenballs you finally get him up to a half-chub and it’s gone by the time you get settled in his lap. you’re grumbling and pounding the seat in frustration. he just laughs.

“i told you it wasn’t gonna happen, kid.“

he sticks two fingers inside you and crooks them just right, twisting, scissoring, fluttering them overtop one another. you cling to his shirt and whine into his neck and he says

“now are you done making a fool of yourself?”

[zapsoda]

!ih spacecrew fan account here. do you have any idea concerning how they sound like? maybe with a song or just some dude talking? share them <3

if you've not thought about it you can just share a song you associate with one each and/or a song for the whole crew hehe

hmm i havent thought much about their voices (and the music i listen to doesnt typically lend itself well to projection ahaha. e.g. none of my ocs were pimped out to make money for their deadbeat family before meeting a boy who changed their life)

i do have some things though

this is my hitchhikers guide to the galaxy playlist which i made around 2020 (around the time of these ocs) which is what primarily inspired their creation

all of these songs are pretty effing bax (and the rest of them) -core

i wanted to embed the rest of these because fuck spotify but mobile browser tumblr is genuinely nightmarish to use

anyways i like to projwct onto baxxy so this (one of my faaaavorite songs ever) is also him-pilled

voice-wise im not sure of the sound? kind of scraggly tboy voice. with the exact cadence of fry from futurama

i think this sound is very roy and i think she is a bit scatterbrained and absent minded (not exactly amnesiac but yk)

roy is far from dumb but i think high energy hyperpop is very much her style and i chose this song specifically because of the palpable tgirl swag. in the same vein i hear dubstep heavy mlp and fnaf fansongs and thing "this is kinda roypilled"

i think she would sound a bit like backxwash voicewise maybe. very smooth.

i associate tally very heavily with old-ish britpop (and both of the magrittes with glam rock) he wouldnt listen to weezer or radiohead (baxter absolutely would though lets be real) but he would Understand them. now imagining bax showing him angsty earth music (very cute).

this song *is* kip. its about him and he would listen to it and it is his vibes. in addition to the glamrock he is very much a goofy hard/dad rock guy

ill have to get back to you on the alien guys. i feel like they would sound very inhuman so atp i struggle with making any comparisons lol.

the music i associate all these characters with is veeery much influenced by the things i was into when i first created them and their story and what was inspiring me then eheh (glam rock, 2000s indie pop, mid-late 20th century british music. anything related to the ocean/pirates or outer space)

edit: gonna be real i entirely forgot about clam chowder. ill get back to you on this

[tomydad-wordsiwishtosharewithu]

hey dad.

so i got kicked out around august of last year (not much of surprise,yk how mom is) but flash forward past some shitty roommates and i’m back living with her. i must say it’s not as bad as it was. i mean besides feeling i’m in a 24/7 fever dream bc everywhere i look it’s a reminder of who i was before and who i’ve tried so hard to distance myself from, it’s different in a way? for starters my boyfriend lives with me now and we have 6 cats! our room feels comfortable and not like the asylum or tomb i used to compare it to. granted, i do dissociate a lot being here and get anxiety over every little thing bc heaven forbid mother dearest comes home and something isn’t done right, but it doesn’t feel like a prison so much anymore. my boyfriend reminds me often that it’s different this time, and i’m trying my best to keep those words in mind but like i said before, every where i look is a reminder of who i once was. a reminder of the times from when i thought my only out of this place was taking my life from people that care or popping pills like tic tacs. every time i walk into the bathroom i’m taken back to the multiple times i woke up on that floor after drinking too much and mixing chemicals up in my stomach like some fucking chemist going haywire in a lab after finding speed. i’m very lucky to be here today, but i would like to still be able to see you. in about 3ish weeks it will 3years since you passed. i called out of work in advance. out of everything i have accomplished since i have graduated, all i want is to hear you say you’re proud of me. i hope i’m making you proud.

love, cid.

[jonathankatwhatever]

Women get to wear such interesting clothes. It’s almost 20 August 2023, and I’m trying to find words to express how the finite construction of gs using infinite methods generates a choice function. I’m describing this choice function using the Cantor pairing function, so choice is alternation of counts, and thus eventually to the 50:50 along the O-line. So at ideal sK, along the zK.

And remember, the flickering which flips xK and yK, and which flips sK and zK, give rise to or enable specific choices like real and imaginary axis or basic x and y or a time axis along xK and whatever maps in yK.

Just toss it out and see if it sticks, because you really need to get some sleep.

Is it that out of the infinite rationals, this process reduces to as many 5gs boxes as needed? See. Now that you say it, you know it’s true. Now you can go to bed and let that sink in.

This is very difficult material.

————-

Didn’t make it to bed. Was taking my pills when the image popped into my head: it’s an fD. I’ve been drawing in from sK, and have left out the other corner End.

That gives me a bunch of other ideas. Example: I drew out the orthogonal 5Squares as if tilted and projected flat on to the grid. Then I did the Irreducible. That makes another I//I of gs, with this one not tilted to perfect ideal but instead oriented by the Irreducibles of the alternation counting form, meaning the root5, etc. line constructed to link alternating counts.

Need sleep. But I’m seeing this as generating whatever D5 is needed, which means we’re saying this D5 approach, which was like pulling teeth hours ago, generates unique D4’s. If I look at the photo, the relation seems clearer, because the image makes the fD nature clear: this is a Brick fD.

I used to think it would be enough to say what choice is and where it comes from. Now we’re into the nitty gritty. The pieces are identifying more questions as I type. The why 5 is answered by calling it D5, but I don’t completely get the workings.

[jwonsdimple]

no sick days - park sunghoon

sunghoon x reader

genre: comfort, fluff / wc: 840

summary: you take care of sunghoon when he catches a cold

a/n: tbh i saw the picture of the dog and thought it was cute. then i thought, yk what else is cute? sunghoon (literally)

“are you sure you’re alright?” you ask sunghoon as he blows his nose for the fifth time.

“it’s just allergies, im fine.” he reassures you. he’s been texting you throughout the day, saying he’s been feeling groggy ever since he woke up, so you facetime him to check up on him.

you hear the door open from sunghoon’s side of the call.

“is that you sniffling?” the voice says.

“no.” sunghoon replies, expressionless.

suddenly a hand meets your boyfriend’s forehead, feeling his body temperature. sunghoon tries to swat them away and you almost laugh at his cute actions, but your thoughts are quickly pushed aside when the mystery person begins talking again, and you realize it’s jay.

“he’s definitely running a fever. yah! why are you lying to y/n?” he remarks, flicking sunghoon in the process.

“jay! thank you for being so good at looking out for others.” you chirp, clasping your hands together to show your exaggerated gratitude. he pops in the frame giving you a small wave then quickly makes his exit.

you frown at sunghoon, who gives you a shy smile back.

“ahh, you look so cute when you’re upset.” sunghoon awkwardly laughs, scratching his head.

he’s definitely in denial. you knew he was a little stubborn, but you’d think when it came to the common cold he’d have a little common sense. he had all the self confidence in the world, but not in an arrogant way. you loved that about him, it was admirable.

but when it came to situations like this, you wish he would let his guard down a little around you. you wanted to reassure him that he could be himself around you, without feeling embarrassed.

“if you don’t want to take care of yourself, i guess i’ll have to take care of you myself.”

before he could say anything more, you ended the call, already packing your things.

you’re knocking on the door to the dorm the boys share, both your hands full with takeout. initially you planned on only getting ramen for your boyfriend, but you thought the boys might have some hurt feelings, so you figured it was safe to just get everyone a small meal.

“yah!! y/n is this all for us?!” sunoo exclaims you as he opens the door.

“only the best for my boys” you reply as you step in, patting his head in the process.

one by one the boys file into the kitchen area to grab their foods, each of them telling you thank you. you’re happy seeing them all enjoy the food until you see your boyfriend sluggishly walk in, last in line.

you let sunghoon grab his share of food and drag him back to his bed. surprisingly he doesn’t fight back. without saying a word you force him to lay down while you sit on the edge of the bed, rummaging through your backpack.

“you did not bring medicine here…” he groans

“huh? of course i did. take this” you hand him some pills. “fever reducer”

he doesn’t try to argue and swallows them in one gulp. you’re shocked. is he really feeling groggy to the point where he didn’t bicker with you?

“i’ve spent my entire life in skating rinks, hours on end in the cold, never once getting sick” he starts

“and your point is?”

“how could i let the winter weather make me sick now? i’m too good for this!”

“you admit it! you have a cold!”

at that, he doesn’t reply. he simply turns his back to you, curling up to a little ball. you want to take a picture of this moment so badly. sunghoon in his most vulnerable moment? you could make fun of him for years.

“remember that time you were sick and acting like a baby?” you’d say out of the blue, then you’d show him the picture. you could already imagine it. yet, you restrained yourself. sunghoon had a strong type of personality, one that never really showed his weak spots, so this felt like an intimate moment between the two of you. you’d rather just live in the moment and enjoy it while you could.

“seems like the ice prince needs some royal treatment today.” you comment, doing your best to hold in your laughter. you gently squeeze his shoulder. when he looks back at you over his shoulder, you gesture him to sit up, then begin feeding him the ramen you bought earlier.

the two of you slowly begin to talk about your day and your schedules ahead. despite only being able to facetime for most of your conversations, you were still close with him. it’s hard seeing your boyfriend in person with his busy schedule, so it was times like this where you made sure to make every moment count.

“thank you y/n, im really starting to feel better”

“seriously? that drug store medicine and ramen i bought must’ve been good!”

“oh i don’t know about that, i think it’s because your presence always brightens my day” he adds an exaggerated wink.

“… real smooth hoonie”

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

medicine - a close reading

x

HUGE disclaimer for anyone about to read this: i got down to business. no words were embellished, no thoughts were held back. i'm talking about sex. so, if you're too young/not comfortable with unfiltered sex talk, especially relating to your fave, skip this one!

and if you're uncomfortable with the idea of harry "messing around" with more ppl than our trusted "you", then you can also let this one pass you by bc yes we're entertaining those thoughts here <3

LYRIC ANALYSIS

Here to take my medicine Treat you like a gentleman

right off the bat: deliciously ambiguous

like you're a gentleman

like i'm a gentleman

Give me that adrenalin Think I'm gonna stick with you

only just met? and already addicted? "you" is the focus of "i"s desires

Here to take my medicine Rest it on your fingertips Up to your mouth, feeling it out

this visual was unclear to me until @bluewinnerangel clarified it for me so thank you for your service once again, demy <3

routine of taking actual medicine: take the pill between your fingers and pop it in your mouth

it is loaded with innuendo, of course, bc it's fucking harry, esp with "feeling it out" revealing the true nature of the medicine and how both mouth and fingers are doing the feeling in question yk just spelling it out to be thorough

thx harry for the blowjob manual <3

I had a few, got drunk on you, and now I'm wasted

theme of love as a drug

"give me some morphine" - mmith

"cause there's no antidote for this curse" - esny sorry i did that to fuck with myself mostly

"loving you is the antidote" - golden

"i don't know if i could ever go without, watermelon sugar high"

the substance getting harry drunk = "you"

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted

yeah there's nothing subtle about this, nothing at all. harry had his mouth on "you" and he's still horny yes we know who wrote stockholm syndrome

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive

they love to party, so much is obvious

sub undertones (overtones?) bc yes this entire song is about sex this nightlife scene is not innocent

You got that salt, I got me an appetite, and now I can taste it

i'm hungry and you've got the salt, so i need you to make my meal taste good

-- i need you

-- you taste good

salt = semen and harry is hungry for it

"now": is he imagining it so vividly he can taste it, or is he writing this song while there's something in his mouth? probably both

You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh La la la la la We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

drunk on sex, drunk on love

dizzy from mouth fucking. from getting his brains fucked out

"we"!!! ～ ws: sex makes us one - ecstasy of sharing physical love, ecstasy of being close, ecstasy of sex - through this act we've become one

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes Tingle running through my bones

arousal coursing through him

bones or boner, harry?

The boys and the girls are in I mess around with him/them And I'm okay with it

multiple interpretations:

boys as well as girls are into giving blowjobs and he's more than okay with it - fuck yeah we don't subscribe to heteronormativity

boys as well as girls are out with "you" and "i", "i" messes around with all of them and he's okay with it

boys as well as girls are out and "i" messes around with "him" and he's okay with it

they're out, having a good time, messing around. in terms of the pronoun used: is it "him"? is it "them"? - it's clear harry has sung both and has purposely left it ambiguous. he likes that the song is muddy, dirty. for everyone.

"him" or "them" could then definitely refer back to "you", but that's not set in stone

i literally picture a sex party here so i mean i don't wanna put ideas in your head and also pls don't hate me but. they like sex

I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you ride it

comedown from sex

"kinda" - understatement of the century - first time experiencing that? experiencing what? some kind of orgy?

"how you ride it": they're generous to each other <3

SYNTHESIS

Right, so! I'm turned on.

I hope all the kids have been scared off by the crude language by now.

This song is about sucking dick, we know this. There are interpretations that like to entertain the thought of it being about oral sex in general, but I think it's now clear that the only thing that's entering mouths in this song is dicks.

Just like many songs Harry's written, its lyrics are wonderfully ambiguous, offering the listener the opportunity to interpret it in many ways.

Do you want to think of it as purely homoerotic, as Harry makes "you" feel like a gentleman before going down on him, to then let him ride him, go for it, babe. And we know Harry, we know he's sung "him" more than anything in the live versions, and "gentleman" is not there for nothing, so I do think a safe assumption to be made is that the focus of the song is men, and that "you" is definitely one.

Do you want to think it's a bi anthem, since the boys and the girls are in, getting their daily portion of salt? Live your best life.

Is the song a dream, with all the references to sleeping and dreaming? Did Harry meet "you" and proceed to have the wettest dreams of his life? Is the scene with the boys and girls simply conjured up in his sleep? All possible.

Does it describe an orgy at a sex party, where "you" dragged "i" off to, because he's oh so persuasive? Where all genders were present, all eager to mess around, all simply "okay with it"? Also a very valid interpretation.

The song could be about the very beginnings of when harry met "you", since he decides to stick with them and still has to dream about how "you" rides it. Or it could describe how harry decides to stick with "you" once and for all, since he's addicted now anyway and "you" is too persuasive to resist.

Honestly, through all the horniness and sex in this song, there is still that element of "you", someone he's always coming back to. The one who makes him dizzy, the one who makes him feel the best. He's "okay" with the random messing around, but it's "you" who's got him out of his mind, who he follows blindly.

At the base of the song, though, before i get carried away by my romanticism, is sex. Desire. Being horny as fuck. Oral sex. Anal sex. Becoming one by having sex. The ecstasy of sex with the right person. Having fun with sex.

Whatever interpretation you think is the most correct one, this point can't be forgotten. It's just easy, mindless, physical, intuitive.

I just think it's important to note with this song that it's easy to get hung up on the possible meanings and implications of lyrics. It's just a fun sex song, and analysing the lyrics doesn't mean we know about harry's bedroom or nightclub habits.

Okay? Okay, good.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[luci3f3rr]

someway — what you need

[ gojo x male reader ]

[ warnings : nsfw , drug mentions , brief mentions of cheating and gojo stealin u from ya mans yk yk , calling Gojo a god <33 , not edited ]

[ this is my first drabble (??) of sorts on tumblr ]

[ u shld probably listen to someway by NAV and the weeknd & What you need by the weeknd cus 😩😩 ]

[ (ht) = hair type jst so yk i cldnt find antthing else ]

[ anyway ,, i gope u enjoy ]

Gojo had taken you from right up under your boyfriends nose, after months of flirting with you, and you flirting back without ever really taking a step further, and now he finally had you in the grasp of his hands, and boy did he love it.

He pressed record on his phone, making sure he got your face in the video as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that baby, say hi to your boyfriend~” his voice taunted, gripping his hand into you (ht) hair. You stared up at the camera, suddenly taking the man deeper so his dick hit the back of your throat, with a slight smile on the corner of your lips. A gag reflex had absolutely nothing on you.

He chuckled as he saw how dilated your pupils were. No way in hell was it your first time popping pills or doing lines. And he enjoyed that. He disliked popping peoples “cherries.”

A few minutes after that he was fucking you doggy style, making a whole new video to send to your boyfriend who had been blowing up your phone after he got the first video.

“I bet whores like you do things like this all the time? Hm?” His voice called out as his thighs slapped against the back of yours.

“Only for gods like you, Gojo.” You moaned out, driving the man absolutely crazy. He didn’t even care about the movie you two were making anymore, nigga just wanted to get you to call him god once more.

[puurr]

shehi  everyone  welcome  BACK  to  my  blog,  hi  how  are  ya  ??  *  waves  wand  *  that  was  cringe,  aNYWAYS  i’m  ru,  t,  goat,  whatever  you  wanna  call  me  and  im  bringing  you  THAT  BITCH ™  in  human  form,  like  if  that  bitch  was  a  person,  this  is  what  it  would  be.  gosh,  i  talk  too  much  lmao,  but  if  you  wanna  plot  feel  free  to  mssg  me  on  discord  𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒖𝒛𝒊 𝒔����𝒂𝒏.#1643  or  here,  whatever  floats  ur  boat  boo  !!  but  ya’ll  don’t  care  ab  me    😈  so  without  further  ado.  &  did  i  proof  read?  xxx

chicago’s very own 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃  𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 has been spotted on madison avenue driving a  𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐒-𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐙 𝐆-𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 , welcome ! your resemblance to 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊  is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 birthday bash  . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄  , but being 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  might help you . i think being a 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂 explains that .  3 things that would paint  a  better picture of you would be 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 , 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 , and   𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 . ( i sabotaged a fellow gymnast, ruining her career forever because i saw her as my only threat. )  & ( cisfemale + she/her ) +  ( ru, 18,he/him,est )

STATS  ;

NAME   :  diamond  tiaira  patterson

NICKNAMES   :   dede,  die,  dee.

AGE   :   twenty   -   three   .

BIRTHDAY   :   october  21st   .

ZODIAC   :   libra   .

GENDER   :   female   .

PRONOUNS   :   she  /  her   .

NATIONALITY   :   american   .

ETHNICITY   :   african-american  .

LABEL(S)   :   the   prosperous   ,   the   athlete   ,   the   diva   .

OCCUPATION   :   gymnast   ,  (  aspiring  )  singer   ,   socialite   ,  dancer  ,  spokemodel.

POS  :  (  ridiculously  )  athletic,  driven,  ambitious,  articulate,  stoic,  intelligent,  (  dangerously  )  witty.

NEG  :  snarky,  sarcastic,  inconclusive,  stubborn,  envious,  deceitful,  greedy,  mischievous,  artificial.

AESTHETIC

atm  machines  dispensing  hundreds  of  dollars,  mink  eyelashes  so  long,  one  blink  might  send  you  flying  away,  10′s  across  the  board,  a  wall  adorned  with  shimmering  trophies,  and  1st  place  ribbons,  hair  extensions  past  your  ass,  extravagant  nails  that  look  like  they’d  be  hard  to  manage,  the  “boujee”  friend,  snapchats  of  you  and  the  squad  getting  lit  in  the  backseat  of  your  bodyguard  driven  cadillac,  still  being  able  to  do  tumbling  passes  and  drop  into  the  splits  in  any  costume,  and  pushing  away  lingering  feelings  of  guilt.

BACKGROUND  ;

some  people  are  born  lucky,  and  others  are  lucky  to  be  born,  and  as  her  name  might  suggest  diamond  tiaira  patterson  was  one  of  thee  few  born  lucky  in  chicago.  her  father  is  a  big  time  music  producer  who  peaked  in  the  90s  all  the  way  through  the  mid  2000s  who  worked  with  all  your  early  childhood  favorites  and  her  mother  is  a  former  elite  gymnast  who  wowed  crowds  in  the  summer  olympics  in  ‘91.

the  patterson  name  oozed  greatness  in  the  city  and  saw  nothing  but  success,  diamond  was  destined  for  greatness  when  her  mom  forced  put  her  into  gymnastics  at  age  four,  and  the  young  woman  thrived  and  excelled  every  since,  even  dedicating  her  talents  to  track  and  field,  cheerleading,  and  volleyball  in  high  school  where she was a 4x  state  champion  between  cheerleading  and  volleyball.  but,  gymnastics  always  came  first  no  matter  what.

the  glory  at  such  a  young  age  was  enthralling,  diamond  loved  the  attention,  she  loved  performing,  it  became  a  2nd  nature,  but  the  pressure  from  her  mom  to  push  harder  and  harder,  and  the  fear  of  letting  her  down  was  something  that  drove  her  competitive  nature  through  the   roof.  but  it  gave  her  an  edge,  her  desire  to  be  great  was  sickening.

but,  she  had  all  the  talent,  and  the  accomplishments  to  back  whatever  she  had  to  say.

the  competitiveness  drove  her  to  sabotage  a  fellow  competitor  who  scored  a  point  higher  than  her,  and  had  the  possibility  of  beating  her,  so  diamond  put  a  teeny  tiny  thumbtack  on  the  balance  beam,  and  her  opponent  landed  foot  first  on  it  and  twisted  that  ankle  all  the  way  up  and  landed  on  her  neck,  her  career?  DONE  FOR.  it  wasn’t  her  intention  of  course  ,  she  was  young  and  impulsive,  but  what’s  done  was  done.

diamond  went  on  to  gain  national  recognition  for  her  accomplishments  even  having  an  OUTSTANDING  showing  in  the  olympics  as  part  of  team  usa  at  the  age  of  19  winning  four  gold  medals,  and  since  then  she’s  been  on  magazine  covers,  guest  starred  on  tv  shows,  modeled  a  bit,  and  she’s  currently  dabbling  into  music  with  the  help  of  her  father.  a  big  reason  why  they  moved  to  nyc  he’s  her  dadager,  and  they  want  to  make  her  the  next  big  thing,  but  with  all  the  personalities  in  nyc,  they’re  in  for  a  surprise.

PERSONALITY

INSP  :  josephine  mccoy  (  riverdale  )  ,  hilary  banks  (  fresh  prince  of  belair  )  ,  whitley  gilbert  (  another  world  )  colandrea  conners  (  dear  white  people  )  jelena  howard  (  hit  the  floor  )  ,  naomi  campbell  ,  mariah  carey  .

A  DIVA.  to  an  extent,  she’s  definitely  sassy  and  sensible,  and  won’t  hesitate  to  let  you  know  it.  she’s  been  spoiled  and  successful  all  her  life,  she’s  a  winner,  and  if  things  don’t  come  easy  to  her  she  just  wants  to  quit  it  all  together.  she’s  used  to  it  being  her  way  or  the  high  way  ,  she’s  definitely  privileged  and  entitled  ,  but  tries  to  be  more  on  the  heartwarming  side  if  the  situation  entails.  humble  with  like  a  half  of  kanye.

we  said  it  before,  but  she  is  THE  boujee  friend.  friend.  as  she  exudes  that  prestige,  that  pedigree,  she  doesn’t  drink  tap  water,  only  drinks  almond  milk,  she  likes  foods  than  cannot  be  pronounced,  she  tries  to  act  cultured,  but  whenever  she  opens  her  mouth  that  flies  right  out  the  window.  she’s  fiercely  loyal  to  those  who  deserve  it  of  course

JUDGMENTAL!!!!  she  is  not  the  friend  that  you  can  bring  to  the  vip  section  of  a  club  and  pop  some  pills  or  do  a  line  in  front  of,  she’ll  really  smack  the shit  out  of  you  ,  or  look  at  you  like  you’ve  gone  batshit  crazy  .

CONNECTIONS

any  former  gymnast  muses  in  da  house  or  sum  ??  maybe  d  literally  mopped  the  floor  w/  them  @  a  meet  when  they  were  younger  or  sumn,  but  they  still  made  friends?  we  have  NO  idea  how.

seasoned  musicians,  who  she  networks  and  mingles  with  to  get  her  foot  in  the  door??  maybe  they  worked  with  her  dad  and  give  her   some  advice,  maybe  they’re  gonna  drop  a  hot  new  single?  something  fun,  something  for  the  girls  *  in  my  saweetie  voice *

RICH  FRIENDS,  IDK,  nyc  is  vasty  different  from  chitown,  and  maybe  her  guide  to  nyc??  whats  the  new  haps  on  fashion,  where  tf  does  everybody  hang  out?  stuff  like  that  yk?

we  need  ENEMIES  too  because  miss  thing  has  ATTITUDE  for  days,  and  i  just  know  she  probably  ruffled  a  few  feathers  walking  into  the  big  apple  like  she  owns  it.

pls  hmu.

[thechampagnelovers]

Please blog about hp when you read them, I love talking about so much hahaha. I really wish I would be following more blogs on here that focus on hp but it would take time to get into it and find good blogs. I still struggle with that even in this fandom. So many people I follow have problems with each other and I am just so confused? Like I just want to follow decent people and have a good time and it‘s hard so I take time off as much as I can (as I said multiple times I know) and just come on here to reblog cute things like YOUR LYRIC EDIT! Cuuuuuuuute! Such a nice present for your friend. 🥺🥺🥺

While scrolling through your reblogs - all so cute I swear - I did see something we don‘t have in common though so I thought I’d tell you, just to spice things up: I can‘t get into Taylor Swift. I was such a die hard fan the first two albums (I was so fucking little lol) and then she started heavily on the pop and then I just lost her? I mean I understand her talent and lyrically she is really amazing but she ist just nobody I can or want to listen to. Okay kill me now hahaah. How did you come to like her music? Maybe give me three of your favourite songs and I promise to try again. 😅

Moooving on: I can only imagine how cool it must be to become friends with someone over creating something together. That is a really good foundation for friendship or at least connection because you automatically have to get personal and open up, right? At least that‘s how I see it... It‘s one of the things I wish I had in my life. Sharing my creativity with others, even friends, you know?

A comfort album... yes absolutely! 🥺

I have a 1D Playlist where I have all their songs collected and when I put that on I just let it run through and I don‘t really get to the point where I can skip because it‘s like a Mood™️ if that makes sense haha. But yeah I totally get that you‘d only trust Niall with Little Things and he would never let you down. When Liam sang it I was like „Nice, thanks for the memories, amazing vocals“ ajsklsn. Maybe I should start hating some songs too, builds personality hahah.

I am so sorry you had such a weird weekend. And sorry you had those cramps again. 😫 I am already dreading mine. 😭 Why did you stop taking the pill, if you don‘t mind answering that? I stopped because I couldn‘t handle the hormones at all. I hope you get this figured out! Please keep me updated. 💓 Oh and I think you have a healthy relationship with crying and it‘s good to be open about it! If it helps I cried today too, yayyy! Is there anything I can do to cheer you up though maybe? Oh and tell me why your book is depressing? We should opening a book club honestly. I am currently crying over rwrb, I finally got some time to really get into it and am almost finished and... NOT OK. Wow okay I have been ranting again. Hope you had a better day! x

I definitely will! When I get back home I’ll read them and I can tag the posts, it’s gonna be so fun! I don’t follow hp blogs :/ I think I follow just one but I don’t even remember the url sjdhjd

If you need chill people to follow I recommend all my mutuals! I’m a strong advocate in having a curated online experience and most of my mutuals are drama free blogs 🤍

Thank you beer nony 🥺🥺🥺I just realised I never made you anything for your bday 😔😔😔 I’m so so so so sorry skdjjdjd next edit is dedicated to you, and I’m also gonna make something for tee! Lately all my post are gifts for mutuals and I love that

I won’t kill you JDHDJD it’s okay, I like Taylor but I’m nowhere near a hardcore stan so I don’t really mind it, also I understand what you’re saying, albums like 1989 and reputation are completely pop and tbh they’re not my fav albums lol 😳 although they both have songs that I LOVE, she never misses. Two of my best friends are swifties, and me and my other best friend are 1d stans so everytime we hang out we play taylor and 1d dkdhdjdj that’s kinda how it happened I think

If you miss the old taylor, my recommendations is ofc folklore and evermore! Cozy comfort albums, goes back to her roots a little bit more, it’s definitely not pop. My fav album is red for sure, and I know you don’t like her pop music but lover is just spectacular and you can’t miss it

Top songs for me are (in no particular order) red, the story of us, miss Americana, state of grace, holy ground, the lakes, no body no crime, champagne problems, gold rush, come back be here, New Romantics and getaway car! And I’m sure I’m missing so many gems too! But yeah, if you want to give her a second chance, red, lover and evermore are my recommendations! And you can check out the folklore online concert on disney+

Ohhh nony 🥺🥺🥺 you’re right, it’s a very nice feeling, and that’s how I always make friendships really djjfjd idk other ways to interact :/ and you can do it! I would love to see what you make, maybe it’s harder irl but online you can make so many friends sharing your art! And I would love to see it

Djdhjdjd I totally get the mood feeling, bc it is a vibe for sure 🤍 ugh I love Niall, he’s the only man I trust

Thank you nony! This time I didn’t suffer near as much as the last time but still not fun. I stopped bc of some logistic problems with the pharmacy djdjdj and I wasn’t really having sex so why bother yk? (Funny story the other day my ex asked me if I wanted to go to his house and I had a full breakdown that made me delete my Instagram so, yeah, that’s my sex life). Besides a little breakout on my skin once in a while I didn’t have many side effects but now I’m really struggling with it now. Mine have a very little dose of hormones so it didn’t affect me much, but yeah some pills can be so bad :( I’m sorry to hear that, and don’t worry I’ll keep you updated

Yay crying 🤍 lol djdhdjd idk if I have a healthy relationship with crying, it’s either nothing or all at once but I’m getting better with it.

The book is about very triggering stuff that I really don’t want to mention bc I would have to filter this post and I don’t feel like it skdhdjdhd but it ended on a nice note, so it’s okay

I had a great day today! Honestly yesterday was the stress and the hormones acting up on me, now I’m more chill and I feel better, so thank you love 🤍 enjoy your week!

[nancygraay]

Ostarine (MK-2866): A Potent SARM For Bulking and Cutting

Ever since the rise of competitive bodybuilding, people have been looking for shortcuts to gain muscle and lose fat. In the past, the only way to achieve this was by using potent anabolic steroids. While these drugs were effective, they also came with a host of side effects. Ostarine is a first generation SARM that has proven to be a legal alternative to steroids. Best of all, it has very low chances of side effects, and it is extremely cost effective.

What is Ostarine aka MK-2866?

Ostarine is a SARM (Selective Androgen Receptor Modulator). Specifically, it targets receptors in the body to increase muscle mass and bone density. GTX, inc originally studied Ostarine to see how it could help patients with muscle wasting diseases in the 1990s. The results were a great success. Scientists found that ostarine has the ability to actually increase muscle mass and even shed unwanted fat very quickly. Because of this, many professional athletes and bodybuilders utilize MK-2866 in their cycles to improve overall physique.

Is Ostarine Safe?

Yes. One of the great benefits of this SARM is the fact that it is very mild and safe. It has been around a very long time, and is well studied. Side effects are usually very mild, if you experience them at all. Out of all the SARMs currently on the market, MK-2866 is considered one of the safest. If you decide to run a cycle, I recommend you do the following in order to optimize your health:

Drink plenty of water. You want to stay as hydrated as possible while on cycle. Doing so keeps your body fresh and less prone to side effects.

Take a support supplement. There are plenty of good on cycle support supplements out there. Check on Amazon or any other supplement website.

Get enough rest. Make sure you’re getting 8 hours of good sleep at night. Your body needs that extra sleep to keep up with the extra muscle gain.

Side effects of taking Ostarine

There aren’t too many side effects associated with taking MK-2866. With that being said, there are a few that need to be noted. Most notably is suppression of natural testosterone function. Let me be very clear: this is extremely rare. I’ve only seen it happen a few times, and it only happened with people who ran their cycle much longer than needed. You can easily avoid shutdown if you keep your cycle length under 8 weeks. 8 weeks on with 12 weeks off is recommended.

The only other side effect worth mentioning is increased blood pressure. Some users reported that they had some higher than normal BP levels. You can easily treat this by taking a natural blood pressure supplement.

Like I said, the side effects are very mild. Most people don’t get any at all. With that being said, always listen to your body and go see a doctor if you need to.

Benefits of Taking Ostarine

Ostarine comes with plethora of benefits for people who chose to use it on cycle. Objectively speaking, it is a great all around SARM for both fat loss and muscle gain. Depending on how you run it, and what dose you use, you can use it for a large variety of different effects and achieve different results. Personally, MK-2866 was one of the first SARMs that I used and I got great results using it to recomp (lose fat and gain muscle while keeping overall weight the same). Below I will share with you a few different ways ostarine can benefit your next cycle.

Ostarine Can Help You Lose Fat

One of the first things that people realize when they’re in the middle of an ostarine cycle is how quickly they lose fat. More so, results are intensified by combining MK-2866 with a low calorie diet if you want to really put the fat loss into overdrive. If you really want to get the most out of using ostarine for a cutting cycle, consider stacking it with cardarine and/or yk-11.

Ostarine Builds and Preserves Muscle

If you are planning on gaining some muscle during the offseason, this SARM will be a great pick for you. Ostarine has shown time and time again to be a solid choice for gaining muscle mass. Also, it is extremely gentle on the body as you read above. You can expect slow and steady gains with it and noticeable results in 6 to 8 weeks time. I recommend stacking with LGD-4033 for bulking cycles. Last, do not run your cycle past 8 weeks. Always give your body a break after cycle.

What is the Best Ostarine Dosage?

You want to make sure you’re running an appropriate dose of ostarine if you’re going to jump on cycle. If you run it too low, you might not get the results you’d expect. Likewise, running it too high will have diminishing results and you might experience more side effects than needed. Your dosage also depends on whether you are bulking or cutting. I prefer using smaller doses for cutting cycles since your main goal is going to be to preserve the muscle you already have rather than trying to add slabs of new muscle in a caloric deficit.

Dosage for bulking

For bulking cycles, I recommend ramping up to 30mg a day and keeping cycle length at 8 weeks. Here is an example ostarine dosage protocol for a traditional bulking cycle:

Week 1: 10mg a day, taken either in the morning or at night.

Weeks 2, 3, and 4: 20mg per day. You can take the dosage at once or split it up morning and night, whichever you prefer.

Weeks 5 though 8: Up the dose again to 30mg per day. I like to do a morning dose, a preworkout dose, and a final bedtime dose to maximize plasma levels.

Dosage for cutting

With cutting cycles, I recommend keeping the cycle length under 6 weeks and lowering the dose a bit. Here is my personal protocol for cutting cycles:

Week 1 through 3: 10mg a day taken in the morning

Weeks 4, 5, and 6: 20mg a day. I like to take 10mg in the morning and another 10mg at bedtime.

Ostarine Halflife

Ostarine has a half life of a little less than 24 hours. Due to this, you do not have to split your doses up throughout the day. I mainly do it out of habit. Technically, it shouldn’t matter whether you take it all at once or split it up, though.

Pills vs Liquids vs Capsules

If you read my blog often, you know that I only recommend getting liquid versions of SARMs. They are simply the best option. A lot of SARMs will break down and lose potency in a capsule or pill form and that is not safe or good for your gains. Also, getting the liquid form will make dosing easier.

Before and After Result Pictures

Here are some before and after pictures I found online of people running ostarine in their cycles. As you can see, the results are pretty great.

Both guys leaned up quite a bit. Also, you can see that the guy on the bottom got a great amount of vascularity as well. Last, both subjects lost a good amount of fat around the midsection and increased body composition a lot. I would say overall this is a great result for ostarine cycles.

Where to buy Ostarine online

If you’ve decided you’re ready to commit to doing a cycle of ostarine, there is one thing you need to know. This SARM is faked a lot. Some less reputable companies will sell you a bottle of prohormones or steroids while labeling it as ostarine. They do this because they want you to think the product is real, and some steroids such as superdrol are extremely cheap to manufacture. I highly suggest you either buy from Proven Peptides, which has consistently produced only the purest SARMs on the market, or do a lot of research on whoever you’re going to buy from.

Frequently Asked Questions

I get a lot of questions emailed to me about SARMs. I always do my best to answer all of them. With that being said, if you have any question about ostarine (or any other SARM), please respond in the comment section below and I will answer you within 24 hours. Here is a list of frequently asked questions I get about MK-2866:

Do I need a PCT for Ostarine?

Honestly I would recommend it. You shouldn’t need a pharma grade PCT for ostarine, though. There are plenty of good over the counter PCT supplements that you can grab online. It’s always better to be safe than sorry with these kind of things. Olympus Labs makes a great post cycle therapy supplement that you can purchase on Amazon for around $30.

How long does it take for ostarine to kick in?

Typically you will start seeing results kick in around week 2. By week 3 if you are training and dieting correctly you will start to transform. After week 4 you should see a noticeable change in the mirror every few days.

Does Ostarine cause gyno?

This is debatable. One one hand, you have people on the internet that swear that ostarine gave them gynocomastia. With that being said, there is absolutely no way that ostarine can cause gyno due to it’s chemical structure. It’s just not possible. Chances are that whoever made the claims most likely had a bunk supplement sold to them that was a dangerous steroid.

Closing words

Overall, ostarine is a great choice for someone who is just starting to get into SARMS. It’s also a great choice for experienced users who want to add a little extra “pop” in their next cycles. I hope you’ve enjoyed this article and please feel free to share your experiences with ostarine in the comments and also ask any questions you need answered. May the gains be with you!

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Ostarine (MK-2866): A Potent SARM For Bulking and Cutting

Ever since the rise of competitive bodybuilding, people have been looking for shortcuts to gain muscle and lose fat. In the past, the only way to achieve this was by using potent anabolic steroids. While these drugs were effective, they also came with a host of side effects. Ostarine is a first generation SARM that has proven to be a legal alternative to steroids. Best of all, it has very low chances of side effects, and it is extremely cost effective.

What is Ostarine aka MK-2866?

Ostarine is a SARM (Selective Androgen Receptor Modulator). Specifically, it targets receptors in the body to increase muscle mass and bone density. GTX, inc originally studied Ostarine to see how it could help patients with muscle wasting diseases in the 1990s. The results were a great success. Scientists found that ostarine has the ability to actually increase muscle mass and even shed unwanted fat very quickly. Because of this, many professional athletes and bodybuilders utilize MK-2866 in their cycles to improve overall physique.

Is Ostarine Safe?

Yes. One of the great benefits of this SARM is the fact that it is very mild and safe. It has been around a very long time, and is well studied. Side effects are usually very mild, if you experience them at all. Out of all the SARMs currently on the market, MK-2866 is considered one of the safest. If you decide to run a cycle, I recommend you do the following in order to optimize your health:

Drink plenty of water. You want to stay as hydrated as possible while on cycle. Doing so keeps your body fresh and less prone to side effects.

Take a support supplement. There are plenty of good on cycle support supplements out there. Check on Amazon or any other supplement website.

Get enough rest. Make sure you’re getting 8 hours of good sleep at night. Your body needs that extra sleep to keep up with the extra muscle gain.

Side effects of taking Ostarine

There aren’t too many side effects associated with taking MK-2866. With that being said, there are a few that need to be noted. Most notably is suppression of natural testosterone function. Let me be very clear: this is extremely rare. I’ve only seen it happen a few times, and it only happened with people who ran their cycle much longer than needed. You can easily avoid shutdown if you keep your cycle length under 8 weeks. 8 weeks on with 12 weeks off is recommended.

The only other side effect worth mentioning is increased blood pressure. Some users reported that they had some higher than normal BP levels. You can easily treat this by taking a natural blood pressure supplement.

Like I said, the side effects are very mild. Most people don’t get any at all. With that being said, always listen to your body and go see a doctor if you need to.

Benefits of Taking Ostarine

Ostarine comes with plethora of benefits for people who chose to use it on cycle. Objectively speaking, it is a great all around SARM for both fat loss and muscle gain. Depending on how you run it, and what dose you use, you can use it for a large variety of different effects and achieve different results. Personally, MK-2866 was one of the first SARMs that I used and I got great results using it to recomp (lose fat and gain muscle while keeping overall weight the same). Below I will share with you a few different ways ostarine can benefit your next cycle.

Ostarine Can Help You Lose Fat

One of the first things that people realize when they’re in the middle of an ostarine cycle is how quickly they lose fat. More so, results are intensified by combining MK-2866 with a low calorie diet if you want to really put the fat loss into overdrive. If you really want to get the most out of using ostarine for a cutting cycle, consider stacking it with cardarine and/or yk-11.

Ostarine Builds and Preserves Muscle

If you are planning on gaining some muscle during the offseason, this SARM will be a great pick for you. Ostarine has shown time and time again to be a solid choice for gaining muscle mass. Also, it is extremely gentle on the body as you read above. You can expect slow and steady gains with it and noticeable results in 6 to 8 weeks time. I recommend stacking with LGD-4033 for bulking cycles. Last, do not run your cycle past 8 weeks. Always give your body a break after cycle.

What is the Best Ostarine Dosage?

You want to make sure you’re running an appropriate dose of ostarine if you’re going to jump on cycle. If you run it too low, you might not get the results you’d expect. Likewise, running it too high will have diminishing results and you might experience more side effects than needed. Your dosage also depends on whether you are bulking or cutting. I prefer using smaller doses for cutting cycles since your main goal is going to be to preserve the muscle you already have rather than trying to add slabs of new muscle in a caloric deficit.

Dosage for bulking

For bulking cycles, I recommend ramping up to 30mg a day and keeping cycle length at 8 weeks. Here is an example ostarine dosage protocol for a traditional bulking cycle:

Week 1: 10mg a day, taken either in the morning or at night.

Weeks 2, 3, and 4: 20mg per day. You can take the dosage at once or split it up morning and night, whichever you prefer.

Weeks 5 though 8: Up the dose again to 30mg per day. I like to do a morning dose, a preworkout dose, and a final bedtime dose to maximize plasma levels.

Dosage for cutting

With cutting cycles, I recommend keeping the cycle length under 6 weeks and lowering the dose a bit. Here is my personal protocol for cutting cycles:

Week 1 through 3: 10mg a day taken in the morning

Weeks 4, 5, and 6: 20mg a day. I like to take 10mg in the morning and another 10mg at bedtime.

Ostarine Halflife

Ostarine has a half life of a little less than 24 hours. Due to this, you do not have to split your doses up throughout the day. I mainly do it out of habit. Technically, it shouldn’t matter whether you take it all at once or split it up, though.

Pills vs Liquids vs Capsules

If you read my blog often, you know that I only recommend getting liquid versions of SARMs. They are simply the best option. A lot of SARMs will break down and lose potency in a capsule or pill form and that is not safe or good for your gains. Also, getting the liquid form will make dosing easier.

Before and After Result Pictures

Here are some before and after pictures I found online of people running ostarine in their cycles. As you can see, the results are pretty great.

Both guys leaned up quite a bit. Also, you can see that the guy on the bottom got a great amount of vascularity as well. Last, both subjects lost a good amount of fat around the midsection and increased body composition a lot. I would say overall this is a great result for ostarine cycles.

Where to buy Ostarine online

If you’ve decided you’re ready to commit to doing a cycle of ostarine, there is one thing you need to know. This SARM is faked a lot. Some less reputable companies will sell you a bottle of prohormones or steroids while labeling it as ostarine. They do this because they want you to think the product is real, and some steroids such as superdrol are extremely cheap to manufacture. I highly suggest you either buy from Proven Peptides, which has consistently produced only the purest SARMs on the market, or do a lot of research on whoever you’re going to buy from.

Frequently Asked Questions

I get a lot of questions emailed to me about SARMs. I always do my best to answer all of them. With that being said, if you have any question about ostarine (or any other SARM), please respond in the comment section below and I will answer you within 24 hours. Here is a list of frequently asked questions I get about MK-2866:

Do I need a PCT for Ostarine?

Honestly I would recommend it. You shouldn’t need a pharma grade PCT for ostarine, though. There are plenty of good over the counter PCT supplements that you can grab online. It’s always better to be safe than sorry with these kind of things. Olympus Labs makes a great post cycle therapy supplement that you can purchase on Amazon for around $30.

How long does it take for ostarine to kick in?

Typically you will start seeing results kick in around week 2. By week 3 if you are training and dieting correctly you will start to transform. After week 4 you should see a noticeable change in the mirror every few days.

Does Ostarine cause gyno?

This is debatable. One one hand, you have people on the internet that swear that ostarine gave them gynocomastia. With that being said, there is absolutely no way that ostarine can cause gyno due to it’s chemical structure. It’s just not possible. Chances are that whoever made the claims most likely had a bunk supplement sold to them that was a dangerous steroid.

Closing words

Overall, ostarine is a great choice for someone who is just starting to get into SARMS. It’s also a great choice for experienced users who want to add a little extra “pop” in their next cycles. I hope you’ve enjoyed this article and please feel free to share your experiences with ostarine in the comments and also ask any questions you need answered. May the gains be with you!

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[slutforsnow]

they were so eye-fucking

no heterosexual explanation for them looking each other IN THE EYE as they pop the pills whatsoever they were prepackaged and ready for ao3 use istg