#they're both trans and smoke weed together.

[abyssal-author-and-artist]

My blog is generally pretty lighthearted and I stick to reblogging art and fic and fun stuff, but you know what. I feel like I need to say this.

I am a trans teen in the US. I'm seventeen, so too young to have voted. I'm terrified for my life right now. I usually post about college but I'm actually concurrently enrolled in high school still and the kid who sits behind me in first period government is a massive Trump fanboy. I'm going to have to go to high school Monday and talk about the election. I'm going to have to hear my deadname called and hear people in my super conservative high school talk about how happy they are Trump won. Everything is terrifying. I walk outside of my house and I'm scared I'll be shot. Several months ago I promised that I'd kill myself if that bastard won.

He did and I'm still here.

I'm not thriving. I'm not living my best life. I'm barely living. But I'm surviving. I'm coping. I'm trying my goddamned best. It's hard. I want so bad to just go and take as much medication as I can and slit my wrist for good measure and pass away in my sleep. But I'm still here. And I will be here.

I am in so much pain. But I'm living on spite and determination and everything I can scrape together. I know I need support and those around me need support. So consider this a support masterpost.

Support:

First thing you should see if you're a trans person in the US.

Here's a link to the Trevor Project and here's a link to their suicide hotline page. They've already saved my life once before. Please note - they recommend calling if you need immediate support. Donate if you can, please.

This post is both a suicide hotline masterlist and a post mentioning how something feels deeply wrong here with this election.

On the topic of something being wrong, sign this petition. I'm only seventeen but I did this and it might not feel like much but if we couldn't shoot that bastard (I am not pro-gun but I am when it comes to him) then we'll do the next best thing. Here's the link to the petition itself. Make sure to check the post every once in a while - the original petition got taken down and this is important.

I follow a lot of gimmick blogs, so I got to see this post encouraging us to be loud. Because we should be. Because if we die they've won and my mom didn't smoke weed on the steps of the state capital of Colorado to legalize it just so her son could roll over and die.

Here is the Tumblr Hot Beverage Masterpost, as I've taken to calling it. My personal favorites are the London Fog in the replies, earl grey with milk, honey, and vanilla (in the tags), and some additions from me are hot chocolate with peppermint melted into it, earl grey with lavender, caramel apple tea, and really anything else you can think of. Trust me. This post works better than you think.

Read this post if you haven't seen it already. It's half poem, half Tumblr being Tumblr, all wonderful to read.

Things I just like to see:

PM Seymour and Bettina Levy both have shown their support for everyone struggling right now. It might not be much, but I still really appreciate it and seeing support can really help.

The cat with the kind and reassuring face. No other context.

Four panel comic of hope. Because you're more than enough.

Can't find the post where I found this but this is a link to a virtual toy where you can make your own galaxy.

Please. Eat something. Drink a hot beverage. Draw, write, read, knit, sew, sculpt, bake, do something that helps. Reach out to friends, even if they're online friends. Talk to someone you trust. Make vent art. Write vent fics. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps.

Do not roll over and die. Live. Live on spite. Live on determination. Live on shitposts and live on heartfelt stories like this one. If you have anything to add to this post please do. Add more resources. Add more love to this post. I know I'm just a guy on the internet saying shit, but I still care about everyone who sees this post.

[occasional-lovestuck]

Day 7!

[stories-about-my-life]

At age 15 I was enrolled in online school after leaving highschool. Despite being online school, we still had to meet up once a week, to talk to the teachers and I guess to get some social activity in.

It had been about 8 months since I'd spent time with a friend in person. I'd just lost all my friends, and only had online friends left. They were and are very dear to me, but I was lonely. Then one day I came into our meet-up, and there was a new girl there I hadn't seen before. She had My Hero Academia stickers on her laptop. In an incredible feat of courage, I ignored all the typical anxiety-driven warning bells ringing in my head, and sat down next to her, complimented her stickers, and shyly introduced myself.

From then on, I had a friend. We'd just hang out at the meet-ups at first, but after a while, she started coming over to my house. We talked a lot, watched shows together, and started to open up to each other. She told me about her horrible ex boyfriend, and I told her about the first and only time I ever fell in love. We had a lot in common. We even both agreed that we were not interested in sex.

She longed for a boyfriend, and always joked that I needed to introduce her to one boy. I knew exactly one boy (at the time, she's trans now), my childhood friend who I saw occasionally, but every time I pointed this out she said she wasn't interested in them. And then, at my cousin's 13th birthday party, they met. And they fell in love.

Suddenly I couldn't ask her to come over without her asking if her partner could come too. She was more interested in talking about them than any of our shows. Her partner got her into smoking weed, which was never something I did (no judgement). We began to have less and less in common. I was happy for them, but sad for myself. I should have talked to her about my feelings. I never did.

Then one day, sitting outside with her, on one of the rare times we were alone together, I offhandedly mentioned something about sex. She went very quiet. And it dawned on me. "You didn't," I said. "Did you?"

She nodded. And, I don't know, at that moment I felt lonely again. I'd had someone who understood me, and now I didn't anymore. She was stepping into this brand new life, and I was stuck behind, in the same place with my same old thoughts and ideals. Left behind. I was always being left behind.

I wondered if I was jealous. Not romantically. I definitely didn't have feelings for any of them, but that didn't mean I couldn't be jealous that I didn't have what they did. I never figured out the answer to that.

I'm still friends with them. I see them all the time. They're still together. But that closeness, the conversations, all those things we had in common, that's been lost. Maybe it'll return one day.

I'm still the same old me. Same ideals. Same place. That's not a bad thing. But, I don't know. People change.

People change.

[vncannyvalleygrrl]

Stuck In The Closet (Birchum x Karponzi)

(disclaimer: i do not support the show, the daily wire, or conservative ideology)

includes: smut (mdni), semi public sex, trans mr.birchum, internalized homophobia, implied/ref cheating, vaginal fingering, (rough) oral sex, hate sex, barely any plot. homophobia but it's like super not serious.

He couldn't believe this.

He really couldn't fucking believe this.

Mr.Birchum decided to stay late after school had finished for the day to clean up his woodworking shop. Normally he would let the janitors do it for him, but he knew they would just tamper with the saws and smoke weed in his classroom like the woke brain-rotted babies they were.

He walked over to the closet by the end of the room, letting the door close behind him as he searched for a broom and a dustpan. He froze as he heard a *click* behind him. Grabbing the door handle, he quickly tried to open the door, but to no avail. His hand went to pat his pockets for his keys, a certain dread filling him as he felt nothing within them.

He was stuck in the closet. Shit.

This was just what he needed. After a long day of irritating students being on their phone, recording TikToks in the middle of class, and dealing with his mortal enemy -Mr-Fucking-Karponzi - and his woke bullshit, this is what he needed. To be stuck. In the closet.

'Isn't this what the kids call a 'gay joke'? I am NOT a gay joke! I-I mean.. I'm not gay.' Birchum cringed at his homoerotic invasive thoughts. Even the idea of him kissing another man made his stomach feel tingly, nauseous, nervous, all at once.

Something outside the closet had interrupted his stream of thoughts. Footsteps on the linoleum floor. Someone was coming! He wasn't sure if he should be happy someone was coming to free him, or if he should be ashamed that he needed the help of someone else.

He heard the doorknob turn, and...

Oh. It's him.

Mister. Fucking. Karponzi.

"Mr.Birchum? What are you doing in here?" His voice rang through the closet, like nails on a chalkboard to Birchum. He could feel his face grimace at the sight of him.

"Just... getting a broom. Now get out of my way." He grabbed the nearest thing he could see, a screwdriver, and pushed Karponzi away from him, about to step out, before Karponzi held an arm up.

"Oh no sir. Students have been coming to me saying that you won't let them be on their phones during class? Is this true?"

Birchum wasn't even paying attention to whatever the hell Karponzi was spewing on about, he was more focused on the door shutting and locking behind him.

He couldn't believe this. Now they were both in the closet.

"Oh, damn you!" Birchum felt his fists ball up with anger, his voice booming in the small closet. "The door locks automatically you woke dipshit!"

Karponzi gasped, clutching his pearls.

"Excuse you?! I came in here to inform you of your toxic teaching patterns, and you call me that?!?" Karponzi's voice was much more shrill than Birchum's, his brows furrowing. "I would rather you just call me a slur, Mr.Bigot-chum!"

"Are you telling me to?" Birchum rolled his eyes. "Snowflake..."

"I cannot believe you sometimes. It's amazing how immature you are." Karponzi groaned. The closet was so small, the two were practically pressed together chest-to-chest. Birchum would feel Karponzi's breath on his shirt. The feeling of closeness made his stomach churn. The air around them felt hot as they argued.

"Oh, I'm immature? Just because I don't want to be- infected by your gayness?"

Karponzi shot him a look behind his fogged-up glasses.

"Gayness?! Is that what you think of me? Infected like some kind of animal?!" His voice cracked.

"In fact, I do!" Birchum shouted back. Where the hell are the other teachers?

"That's not what your students have been saying, mister!"

"Do you seriously believe those cockroaches? They're teenagers, of course they're going to say that about me!" Birchum pressed himself against Karponzi to intimidate him, to make him step off, but it only made the bugs in his stomach flutter more. He felt his body heat up, his cheeks tinting pink. Shit.

Karponzi's jaw fell open as Birchum pressed himself tightly against him. The sight of Karponzi, a man Birchum despised for seemingly years now, looking up at him through foggy, askew glasses, face beet red... this was doing it for him. Better than anything his wife ever did for him.

Birchum let out a restrained sigh. The nerves in his body were going haywire, his blood seemingly rushing south. He laid his clenched hand next to Karponzi's head, pinning him against the closet door.

"I... I am not a gay. Get that through your head." He muttered in a deep, rough tone, his nose mere inches away from Karpozi's. As they stared into each others eyes, one full of malice and the other full of fear, Karponzi gulped to himself.

He always kind of had a thing for Birchum and he always hated himself for it. After they argued over the next dumb thing the school was doing, yelling in each other's faces, he would run to the bathroom to fuck his own hand, claps resonating through the walls as his hand smacks against his tightly held cock.

He really didn't want to think about that right now. Especially with Birchum right in his face, breathing angrily against his ginger beard. Domineering was the first word to come to his mind. The next word was erotic.

Slowly, Karponzi raised his hands and laid them on Birchum's bulky shoulders. Birchum's heart skipped a beat in his chest, his brown eyes widening. With a nervous sigh, Karponzi replied.

"... I'm sorry, but... do I have your consent to kiss you?"

His words fell out in a whisper, though Birchum heard it easily. His stomach turned into a knot, his boxers soaked with his own arousal. Neither could take the building tension anymore.

Birchum moved the hand next to Karponzi and laid it on his cheek, quickly moving into position. Their lips met, the two started to come undone faster than either expected. As their tongues danced against one another, facial hair moistening with saliva, Birchum was already unbuttoning his red shirt, the scent of sweat and masculine odors stuck to the fabric. Karponzi's hand put itself on his nude, hairy chest, fingers gently caressing over the scars beneath his chubby pecs.

Birchum closed his eyes tight, groaning in his lover's mouth as Karponzi's hands made his way across his chest, groping and kneading his firm tits.

The air around the two as they fondled and explored their bodies was hot, filled with the aroma of androsterone and sex. Birchum's mind was numb, yet brimming with word vomit. He was trying to do anything to convince himself he wasn't gay, that he was a faithful conservative man...

But damn this felt good.

Karponzi left the kiss first, bending down in front of Birchum. He puckered up his lips, planting kisses down Birchum's sternum, his lips being tickled by chest hair. One hand stayed on his breast, grasping desperately, the other slithering down his waist.

"Do I have your consent to-"

"Just fucking do it, Karponzi." Birchum cut him off, his body shuddering as his coworker toyed with his man melons.

Birchum went and undid his belt buckle, haphazardly dropping it to the floor and pushing his trousers down to his ankles. Karponzi quickly kneeled down in front of him, gazing up at Birchum's soaked boxers. His mouth watered.

Birchum felt like he was going mad! This isn't right, he has a wife and kids! Sure, he was a trans man, but at least he's not a gay. His body seemed to act separately from his brain, thinking with his throbbing T-dick.

Karponzi couldn't help but to smirk behind his steamed-up glasses, pushing the hair that had fell from his manbun out of his face. His fingers ran over the wet spot, slick with Birchum's arousal, toying with his clit.

A whine vibrated through Birchum's throat, his hands came up to hide his blushing face. He peeked through his fingers as he felt the boxers slowly being pulled down to his knees.

Karponzi's finger slid between Birchum's cunt with ease, feeling more like a slip-n-slide than an organ. Birchum shivered at the feeling, his wife never touched him like this. He's pretty sure she was a useless lesbian anyway.

"Someone's excited." Karponzi giggled to himself, his digit retreated from Birchum's sopping boy pussy.

"Shut the hell up..." Birchum gritted his teeth, staring down at him with an anger filled glare. Karponzi only replied with a humph, leaning forward to slide his tongue between Birchum's folds.

Birchum's bulky thighs tightened around Karponzi's head, one of his hands leaving his mouth to reside on his manbun, holding onto it with a vice grip. He always dreamed of cutting off his stupid ponytail just to watch him cry, but now he was using it as a bike handle, Karponzi's face as the seat.

The closet was full of groans and the lewd sound of squelches as Karponzi ate Birchum out. Birchum was feverishly bucking his clit into his partners mouth, needy to burst the dam building in his stomach. Karponzi didn't hold him back from humping his face, his beard damp with Birchum's juices got him harder than anything else he's ever jacked off to. He slid his hand between his thighs, stuffing his index finger in lovers warm, plush insides.

"Ohh, fuck.." Birchum's eyes fell to the back of his head, his hips rolling in sync with the quick pumps of Karonzi's digit. His breath was harsh and hot, sweat beading down his flesh. He swore he was seeing stars as he felt a second one enter.

His climax arrived like a tsunami, both of his hands tightly grasped on Karponzi's head, tugging at his hair in balled fists. Karponzi slowed down his movements, his tongue pressed flush against his abused T-dick. His fingers curled inside of Birchum's pussy, letting him ride out his orgasm. He slid them out with a slick pop.

The two didn't say anything to each other, both too tired and embarrassed to talk about anything. They sat down on the floor, Birchum's chest heaving and mouth agape. The reality of the situation slowly hit him, a heavy weight on his chest.

He just face fucked the man he despised, and he was still stuck in the closet.

Birchum looked over to Karponzi, who was busy licking his lips. Birchum cringed at the sight. With a hoarse voice, Birchum was the first to break the silence.

"I can't believe this. I'm still trapped in the closet and there's no way out. Do you have your keys?"

"I'm also stuck in here with you. We're in this together." Karponzi smiled at him, sliding his hand next to Birchum's. Birchum reluctantly intertwined his fingers with his, feeling a strange twinge in his chest.

"... That's sweet and all... but I don't want to be here much longer."

[musclemanveryregular]

[ID: Margaret the (not actually a) robin from regular show is on the lwft side of the image at her old job as a waitress. Cloudy Jay, the cloud lady from regular show, is on the right side of the image sitting on the floor in her apartment, leaning against a couch, watching TV. /end ID]

Original poll with info for Margaret

Original poll with info for Cloudy Jay

Master post link

A few things I forgot to mention plus scenarios below:

Margaret:

-Again, transgender and hot.

-likes long walks on the beach, and fine dining.

-reporter so she can take care of you if need be.

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(mo?) version: You've been working for the Park in the background for a while. You used to hang out there all the time so you knew a few of the people, but then they got back from space and a job opening ad appeared, which you applied for, which you got accepted for, and you are now fairly acquainted with the guys there. And one person you met at one point was Margaret. You exchanged numbers at the wedding of your coworker, Rigby. She seemed like a fun time to hang out with.

And now here it is on the weekend and you have absolutely nothing to do.

So you call up Margaret and you offer to bring the weed, although if you die from weed you probably don't have weed, and she says she prefers edibles and that she has plenty.

Getting to her place you find that theyre 5 mg a piece. (Now I dont know your tolerance level, if you've only ever smoked and never really done much in terms of eating then it may not take much to get you far. As an ediblehead they're so nice because you get this 2 hour delay that is like a super punch. So essentially of you have things you need to take care of you get a time limit on when you need to get things done before they kick in. So I personally take a medically prescribed Adderall (if it isn't Saturday, and it is instead Sunday I dont take the Adderall) play neopets to complete my dailies and the ongoing plot and then do as much cleaning as I can(though again only on Saturdays because I dont take the Adderall on Sundays) before they hit me like a truck and I start doing weird things like writing fanfiction about cartoon characters on polls about those characters.)

So you eat what you think is about right for you and you end up eating just a tad too much maybe? Or maybe this stuffs just more potent than what you're used to of edibles and you get really really high.

But it's incredibly chill theres lots of pillows and blankets and the lights are on super low and there's candles lit everywhere, and the room smells so so so so good. So you just hang out and vibe and sleep over in a little blanket fort in separate sleeping bags in semi separated rooms in the fort with a dulled light and blown out candles.

Possibly romo, possibly lesbo, possibly hetero, possibly bi(bo?): everything above but you both are kissing each other so much throughout the night. And fall asleep together in one big sleeping bag.

Cloudy Jay:

-uh hold on, I need a moment actually.

-tbh, im not sorry, but she's trans too

--c'mon. Mordecai is a chaser.

-shes also hot.

-not as financially stable but hey, who is these days?

-a little clingy in the romo area

Here's what I think would have happened last week if you want to read that:

No romo, no lesbo, no hetero, no bi(ero?): So it's been a month since you hung out with margaret and you've been hanging around this (new, to you) cafe with Mordecai and Rigby lately. You've been working with them for a moment now and you're getting to know their usual hang out spots. Apparently this cafe is where one of their old co workers, High 5 Ghoul (you think?), met his wife. The guys go sit down while you wait in line for everyone, they've been working outdoors while benson put you on babysitting his daughter while he's out of town with his old band having finally mended their path and now spends the occasional weekends playing at all the big venues. She's really well adjusted for her age and isn't much trouble at all so it's no where near as tough as yard work.

There you notice a girl in front of you in line made of clouds who has a t shirt that has a reference to [insert hyperfixation and/or favorite topic here]. So you get to talking about your hyyperfixation and/or favorite topic and you have an absolutely wonderful time. She heads out back to her work but not before giving you her number so you can hang out and watch something pertaining to that interest this weekend.

You get there and she has two pre rolled blunts that are pretty well packed she got from her dealer, who always insists on selling her the fair price of a gram and then rolling her joints FOR her? Like, what's that all about huh??? She knows how to roll them but like, why would she pass up on this??

You and her smoke and enjoy the show the rest of the night with some video games then fall asleep on different bunk beds.

Could be romo, maybe lesbo, maybe hetero, maybe bi(lo?): second verse same as the first except there's lots and lots of kissing and you fall asleep together in the same bed.

Aside: if you take the possible romo (etc) option you will end up having this girl wanting to date you. You don't know this in story and must decide if you'd end up making the same mistakes as mordecai or not fumbling this babe.

[steddiemicrofic]

Steddie Microfic July 1st-8th Masterlist

As we've quickly found, original plans don't always work out. Our plan was to have one masterlist at the end of every month, but this has already been more popular than we maybe expected (or maybe @wynnyfryd knew this would happen and I'm just generally in awe of the fandom). Since tumblr has tag limits on posts (c'mon tumblr get it together pls), I am going to plan on posting one masterlist a week, then combining the links for them into one post at the end of the month.

I will also do a masterlist of the bonus round for any who participate at the end of the month, but it will just hyperlink to the post since you would have already been tagged with your original post.

This could change in the future depending on the amount of submissions, but I will let you know if/when that happens!

-Mickala ❤

Please check under the cut for the masterlist of posts from July 1st-8th:

Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water by @marvel-ous-m | Rated G | cw: implied Steve Harrington has bad parents, mentions of canon character death | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort

my heart won't start anymore by @sourw0lfs | Rated G | cw: no happy ending

That can't be right by anonymous | Rated T | cw: periods, blood, gender dysphoria | tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, trans Eddie Munson

Steve 'No Fun' Harrington by @wormdebut | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @steventhusiast | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated G | no cw

breaking the ice by @xenon-demon | Rated T | cw: swearing, alcohol mention (they're in a bar), suggestive flirting but nothing explicit, background Rockie (Robin and Vickie)

drowning in the water, living in the blood by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: blood, blood drinking, nightmares (not detailed but mentions of drowning in nightmare), semi-subspace | tags: vampire Eddie Munson, established relationship, hurt/comfort

untitled by @mixsethaddams | Rated G | no cw

i belong to all of your mysteries by @gerrystamour | Rated E | cw: semi-public oral sex, snowballing, transmasc Steve Harrington

sparked by @vecnuthy | Rated T | cw: some swearing

Take Your Shot by @rindecisions | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @shares-a-vest | Rated T | cw: mild suggestive language, flirtatious banter

give in by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. by @sidekick-hero | Rated G | no cw

untitled by @onirislanding | Rated G | cw: temporary character death, pre-slash

here we go again by @fastcardotmp3 | Rated T | no cw

center stage by @stobinesque | Rated E | cw: kink, d/s dynamics, public sex, bondage, chastity device, boot kink, degradation/humiliation

untitled by @bifuriouswaterbender | Rated T | no cw

untitled by @spinmewriteround | Rated G | cw: drug use mention

untitled by @asongbirdandanoldhat | Rated G | no cw

The Hustler by @soaringornithopter | Rated G | cw: gambling

Let them fall by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: body fluids, messy sex | tags: love confessions, open ended (heavily implied getting together)

Until the storm comes by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: D/S dynamics, Eddie is a bit mean (but they're both really into it) | tags: sub!Steve, dom!Eddie

Everything, All the time by @pearynice | Rated G | no cw

I am a river / I am your river by @thefreakandthehair | Rated M | cw: fake drowning (for training purposes)

At The Water's Edge by @songonthewind | Rated G | cw: mention of Barb's death, mention of scars

sink and swim by @cheatghost | Rated T | cw: weed

untitled by @steddieasitgoes | Rated T | no cw

"Hey There, Dio" by @thegoblinboy | Rated G | cw: alcohol

at the bottom you'll find all our friends by @wynnyfryd | Rated M | cw: canonical MCD, ambiguous ending, angst, isolation, violent imagery, dark themes

break free by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | cw: smoking

Slipping Through The Trees by @the-redcrate | Rated T | tags: monster Eddie

Forever's Gonna Start Tonight by @thruheavenandhighwater | Rated T | cw: implied drinking

untitled by @call-me-eds | Rated G | no cw

untitled by @hellfireloserclub | Rated G | no cw

change by @hawkinslocal | Rated G | no cw

i was afraid to follow by @artaxlivs | Rated M | no cw

When my heart stops beating by @kissaphobic-kas | Rated M | cw: canonical MCD, angst, isolation, dark themes, violent imagery

Even Then by @atmilliways | Rated M | cw: they absolutely just had sex

untitled by @emofratboy | Rated G | cw: weed, nightmares

A professional by @zombiethingy | Rated E | cw: light bdsm | tags: sexual frustration, pining

new memories by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated G | cw: mention of canonical character death

And I left you alone in a house, not a home by @medusapelagia | Rated M | no cw

I try to clear my mind but the memory of you lingers like an old perfume by @hbyrde36 | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-Steddie, post-season 4

You, Like Me by @aidaronan | Rated M | cw: blood, internalized homophobia, vampires

[eggslamwich]

sorry 4 being generic, but unpopular opinion for kenny?

You said the magic word so I’m gonna do the whole damn thing

(Also sorry op I had you blocked I thought you were a bot 🙏)

🧠 favorite thing about them

I've already ranted here in greater length about how I love that Kenjaku is a canon trans villain and how their queerness isn't the reason/motivation for their villainy, but I think just in general my favorite thing about them is the inspiration they give me for art.

🧠 least favorite thing about them

Probably how they're used in the story, it's alot of wasted potential (you could write entire novels about the Kaorijaku plotline, they never explore Yuji's relationship with them, everything to do with the Kamo clan, Heian Era, the world governments etc) and if I'm being 100% HONEST I'm willing to admit their role in the story as a villain could be way better :c

🧠 favorite line

I don't have a specific one tbh I like their rants tho about their hyperfixation (their awesome plan)

🧠 brOTP

Uraume but it HAS to be one sided. I love that everytime they interact it puts into perspective how much of a huge loser Kenny actually is. It has big "I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out and smoke weed and fill our bellies with diet soda and play Burnout Revenge on the PS2" energy.

🧠 OTP

MahiKen y'all know what you came here for. I love toxic body horror vore lesbians. They have complimentary personalities. They look nice together. They want to eat each other. I want to smash them together like Barbie dolls.

HOWEVER

There is absolutely no denying that Takaba is their soulmate, their entire fight was the last thing in jjk I was actually invested in, their chemistry is amazing, the comedy was actually funny, Kenny gets to be their true cringefail loser self *chefs kiss*

Shout out too to both TenKen and KenJin, I love annoying ex Kenny who can't move the fuck on from their former basement dweller gf, and the entire Kaori and Jin concept is so fucked and I love it's potential.

🧠 nOTP

I don't really hate ships but I guess I don't get the appeal of SukuKen. I find Sukuna really boring as a character. :/

there was that time too I got flash banged on danbooru by ship art of Kenny and Choso too wtfff 😢

🧠 random headcanon

They like chocolate. 🍫

They're on the spectrum.

They vape.

They don't shave.

🧠 unpopular opinion

They are not Geto. Stop saying everything they do is Geto's doing actually. Also they are a they/them, not a he/him.

🧠 song i associate with them

I made an entire playlist for them that's half-shitpost half-serious but if I have to pick one song we'll go with this

🧠favorite picture of them

🤷‍♀️

Honorable mention also goes to Kaorijaku for haunting my nightmares

[aeroargonic]

Neighborhood au things for Neuro and his friends?

The squad consists of Neuro, Karlof, Griffin, Pale, and Tox.

Tox and Karlof are both trans. Pale is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns.

Neuro is autistic (though he masks really well) and Griffin has ADHD.

Most of Neuro's squad is three years older than Shade and Kai, with the exception of Karlof and Pale who are four years older.

They have all graduated and currently study at Ninjago City University. Neuro double majors in psychology and philosophy, Tox majors in chemistry, Karlof in aeronautics, Griffin in kinesiology, and Pale in drama with a minor in computer science.

They have all unofficially adopted Shade as their baby brother. Mess with him at your own risk.

The Smith siblings (Kai, Nya, and Lloyd) are all de-facto baby siblings as well. When Lloyd was being bullied by Morro, the squad rolled up to nip it in the bud pretty quickly. Lloyd gained a lot of respect from Morro after that.

They used to smoke weed together in a wooden shed hidden in a nearby forest.

They helped the younger kids with their sexualities and genders because nobody in this group is straight.

Shade used to have a huge puppy crush on Tox when he was younger. He's still closest to Tox.

Griffin and Pale have known each other since elementary school. Their rich and stuffy parents were best friends. Griffin doesn't have a good relationship with his parents, who left him to be raised by his grandfather. Pale is the youngest of four kids, so they're often ignored and left to their own devices.

Karlof's family is originally from Metalonia and they moved to Ignacia to pursue a new job opportunity.

Tox and Neuro grew up in the same neighbourhood and have been besties since elementary school.

They were all in band in high school. Which is interesting because half of them are tone-deaf.

When Shade and Kai hit senior year, Griffin start a bet as to when those two would man up and start dating. Neuro won by default.

Neuro tried to give the money he won to Kai as an apology, but Kai turned it down because he wanted to do something nice for Shade on his own terms.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 16 - Part 2

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Noah Wright

Jason inhaled a long hit from the blunt he brought with him to Carter's.

We were all hanging out in Carter's basement, eating the Taco Bell we had picked up and filling the air with blown out smoke.

Sam sat by the window well which was propped open but did little to diminish the smoke.

Jason was telling us how... "Emily and I are officially together now," he spoke with a slight smile and got a response from each of us.

"Aye. That's what's up," Carter exclaimed happily for his friend and they exchanged a 'bro hug'.

Sam gasped.

"Oh my God. That's amazing,"

While I just commented.

"It's about fucking time."

Then more seriously.

"I'm happy for you guys," I told him.

"Thanks," Jason passed me the blunt as he continued.

"Yeah, I was stupid to let it drag out for so long."

What Jason meant was that he'd been friends with benefits with our high school friend, Emily, for a couple years then and neither of them would make it official.

Even though they were both clearly in love with each other.

I nodded, listening to him explain how their relationship became exclusive and how they're talking about moving in together.

Sam was overjoyed for them and already texting Emily probably a million emoji's to convey his excitement.

Carter was cracking his obnoxious jokes that only he found humorous like.

"Emily just couldn't get enough of that BBC of yours, huh?"

Carter questioned with a jesting wink.

"Yeah? And you can't get enough of that Senior, I heard. What's his name? Ellio?"

Jason came right back at him.

Carter smirked.

"Elliott," he said his name like it was a dirty secret he was finally able to gossip about.

"I never thought being with someone who's trans would be the perfect loophole for a bisexual as myself."

I rolled my eyes at him for speaking as if he found hidden treasure.

"I mean, I get pussy but he's into anal and he looks like a fucking angel, what more could I ask for?"

"You're in looove," Sam cooed as he drew out the sacred L word. 

"I'm not in love," Carter brushed off.

"We're strictly friends who fuck sometimes," he shrugged as he packed a bowl with weed.

"And that's it."

Sam didn't seem to believe Carter.

I honestly believed him.

I couldn't imagine Carter being in love with someone, so it wouldn't surprise me if Carter was truly into Elliott solely for his body but hey, if they are both using each other for sex, then no harm done, right?

Elliott, however, I can see falling for Carter, somehow.

"Eh, I don't believe you," Jason announced before Switching to a more pressing matter.

"Anyway, Thanksgiving is in four weeks which means party at my house in Wisconsin?"

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"So Thanksgiving at my house then we'll go back to your place and then after your class on Friday, we'll meet up with them in Wisconsin?"

Sam questioned to clarify plans.

Sam and I spent most of the day at Carter's.

It was a good time catching up with Jason but there was no other peace in the world quite like being alone with Sam.

Specifically Sam laying in bed with me while his head lays on my chest.

It was just past nine pm and I knew I should've left to go home a while ago but my willpower failed me and I just couldn't leave Sam's side.

Especially with the way he looked.

I was used to Sam wearing my t-shirt that fell to his mid thighs but damn he was just so sexy in it.

I couldn't keep my hand from sliding up and down his thigh, moving my shirt up on him.

I did that motion slowly as I spoke to him.

"Yeah, I got a test that day but I'll be quick and then I can leave early," I explained.

My hand moved to his ass and I lightly squeezed.

"Ya' know my parents are right down stairs?" Sam inquired but with a knowing smile that told me he didn't really care about that fact.

"That just means you're gonna have to be quiet," I whispered, then grazed my finger down his lips till I was tugging at the bottom.

"Can you do that?"

Sam glanced down at my mouth as he nodded.

I gripped his jaw and angled his chin up so I could firmly press my lips to his.

My hand fell down his neck then his torso before bringing my hand back to his thigh just to glide in slowly to his ass again.

We didn't go all the way.

Though, I did enjoy Sam going down on me.