#this boop thing is the best thing that happened to me today.

[blu3--g0d]

BOOP WAR!!!!

AIGHT. WAR IT IS. 😼

[lunarlando]

girl dad lando doing his babygirl's hair (she has his curls for sure hehe)!! he struggles a little but does a decent job at the end ~ maybe following a tutorial video or wifey is guiding him but creative freedom to you ❤️

so cute, thanks for the request! x

feel free to request more :)

“You’re in charge of one thing before we have to leave for brunch with your family.” 

Lando glances up from where he's laid out on the carpet tickling a wildly giggling Estelle to see you with your hands on your hips. 

You’re still one of the many shirts of his that you’ve resorted to using as pajamas since your currently seven month pregnant belly has popped, and you’re looking at him very pointedly, but he still smiles fondly at the sight of you. It’s just an unconscious thing that his face does, that it’s been doing since the day he met you. 

“Mama!” Estelle squeals, pointing at you excitedly. 

“Hi, my darling!” You wiggle your fingers at her, beaming at your little girl with enthusiasm.

“What’ve you got for me, babe?” 

“Be the best husband ever and do your daughter’s hair.” 

“Pretty sure I already am the best husband ever, but alright. Reckon her hair looks just fine the way it is, don’t you think?” He aims a sideways glance towards the toddler. Estelle’s hair is an exact replica of her father’s, tight curls that like to do whatever they want, as evident by the tornado of brown framing her chubby cheeks at the moment. Lando smacks his lips together, bobbing his head understandingly. “Yeah, okay, I’ll try my best.” 

“Thank you, love.” 

He scoops Estelle off the floor with an over-exaggerated grunt, climbing to his feet with her slung over his shoulder the way she always loves to be held by him. She shakes with peals of cute toddler giggles, patting him on the back surprisingly firm for a one year old, making him groan. “Woah, you’re getting so big and strong, Stell! C'mon, let’s go do your hair.” 

You press a grateful kiss to his cheek as he passes you, booping Estelle’s nose playfully before they make their way down the hall to the bathroom. 

Lando sets Estelle down on the bathroom counter, squinting at the items you’ve left next to the sink for him. A few combs, a small brush, a tiny water mister thing that he has no idea what to do with. 

As if you sense he’s confused, you call from the bedroom, “D’you need some help getting started?” 

“No, no. I’ve got this,” He calls back, grabbing a comb off the counter. “Dada’s got this, doesn’t he, lovebug?” 

Estelle is too preoccupied with looking at herself in the mirror to hear him, though if she did, she probably would’ve said no. He has no idea how to do her hair. Sure, he knows how to do his own hair (barely), and hers is similar to his, but it’s different. 

He pulls up the photo album he’s got on his phone of pictures of Estelle—ones he’s taken, ones you’ve sent him whilst he was away—hoping one of them will help him draw inspiration for today’s look. 

One that particularly catches his eye is a photo from the mini holiday you all took during summer break a few months ago, where Estelle’s springy curls are pulled into two bunches towards the top of her head. From what he remembers, those bunches quickly ended up smeared with applesauce, but they were adorable while they lasted. 

“Think this might be the one, how ‘bout you?” Lando turns the phone towards Estelle, showing her the photo. She aims a gummy smile at him, wiggling around happily. “Yeah, s’cute, innit? Alright, here we go.”

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“Babe, would you c’mere for a second?” 

Lando’s voice rings out from the bathroom after twenty minutes of silence, save for the occasional giggle. You’re all done getting ready, and as much as you want to pop your head in to see what’s happening, you’ll give your husband the benefit of the doubt. You pad down the hallway as fast as your pregnancy waddle will let you, not knowing what to expect. 

“How’s it going in here, my loves?” 

Lando stands back with his hands propped on his hips, head tilted. “I think I did pretty decent, no?” 

Estelle’s got two tiny sort of space buns on her head, a little messy, but better than you were expecting, given Lando’s inexperience. She leans in your direction upon laying eyes on you, making grabby hands at you until you scoop her up. You shift her in your arms so she can see herself in the large mirror. 

“Look, baby! Who’s that over there?” You coo encouragingly, pointing at her in the mirror with a big smile. Estelle mumbles something unintelligible, patting herself on the chest happily. “That’s right, it’s you! Dada did a fantastic job with your hair, didn’t he? You look so cute!” 

Lando tosses the comb he’s holding behind his back and up over his shoulder, catching it and pretending to run it through his own curls in one smooth motion. “Call me Stell’s personal professional hairstylist.” 

He’s serious about it too, giving a straight face until you manage to come up with a response. 

“Is the racing not working out for you? Had to find another job?” You joke, chuckling lightly. He scoffs, bumping your hip with his. You reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek, then hold Estelle up too. “Give dada a kiss?” 

Estelle knows the word kiss very well. Execution, not so much, but she tries her best as she plants what has to be the world’s wettest kiss to Lando’s cheek too. A younger Lando might’ve wiped the slobber away immediately, but dad Lando has no problem with it. He’s changed a lot since his younger days, especially since becoming a first time parent. 

You’re both still navigating that journey together, but you’ll have a year and then some more experience once baby girl number two makes her arrival in t-minus two months time. But for now, you’ll cherish every moment with Estelle before your focus is split between two kids. 

“Oh, thank you for the kiss, lovebug!” Lando chirps, booping her nose gently. “Usually I’d charge top dollar for a mint hairdo like this, but I’ll take that as payment since you’re so cute. You get it from your mum, don’t ya?” 

“I dunno about that,” You hum, leaning into him. “Her dad’s pretty cute too.” 

You don’t have it in you to tell him one of Estelle’s bunches sits higher than the other, not when he’s smiling down so proudly at the two of you like you’re his world.

[pinkcelestialstar]

Here I am, again...

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*̥˚ From boardroom to bedroom*̥˚

Warning: smut with a little plot. Breeding(maybe). Strap-on(is that supposed to be a warning?), just some lame shit I wrote the first thing in the morning.

CEO Bada x PA reader

At this point, Bada has even forgotten that SHE is the boss and YOU work for her. She has gotten used to you scolding her all the time for not eating at the right time, not sleeping properly, or when she doesn't leave her office for 24 hrs straight. Now, she doesn't do all that (at least she tries). If not, she'd have to listen to your lecture.

There were even rumors around the office that you both were dating. But they didn't know that you knew her since you both were 5. Today, too, she had some work she needed your help with, but you were standing there chatting with the other employees.

She walks up to you, wrapping her arms around your waist, lifting you like you were a statue, and carrying you away with you in your standing pose. The other employees just blink seeing the CEO taking you away, while you just sigh.

She puts you back on your feet when you both reach her office. "Come on, hurry up, we have a lot of work to do-" you cut her off, "What is this behavior, Bada Lee?! Are you crazy? Why the hell are you so hot? And tall? And have juicy lips? Wanna makeout? Date? Get married? Have babies together?" She chokes on the air and coughs. "How the hell do you even come up with all that?!"

You throw your ponytail back sassily. "I'm a Natural" She rolls her eyes. "You're impossible" she sighs and walks to her table, "now get to work before I fire you," she says, to which you just chuckle, "Oh, you wish" Rolling your eyes, you pick up your laptop on her table and sat on the couch in her office starting to work.

Every now and then, her eyes keep drifting to you as you work, your focused expression making her amused and a little affectionate. She smiles to herself before working on her laptop.

After a while, she calls out, "Hey, Y/n, I had something to say-" You cut her off, "What, you want an heir? Want to marry me? Have babies?" You say almost dreamily. She sighs, "When will you get your head out of the gutter? You have such a one-track mind. I was gonna say-"

You cut her off again, "What, you're already pregnant with a man? Nooooo, I wanna be a mom not an aunt-" you say dramatically. "Y/n! Stop!" She says, her face red at this point from embarrassment and her blushing.

"Fine. Now let me talk! No interruptions. No "baby" talk. Just listen. We have a business-related party tonight, so you're coming along-" you cut her off again in excitement, "as your date?!" She sighs and chuckles giving up at this point.

Later that night at the party, she wore a pretty black dress with a slit to her thigh, and you wore a satin black frock to match her. You stood by her side as she spoke with her business partners, discussing business-related stuff.

After all that, when you both were free, this guy who happens to be one of her business partners' son walked to her. Clearly interested in her and trying to hit on her. His casual touches get on your nerves, the way his hand tries to touch her knee every now and then.

You've had enough so you stood up and grabbed her wrist as she was talking to him and pulled her up from the couch. "Sorry, I need to borrow my girlfriend; try hitting on someone else", you say, dragging her away from there. She was surprised and also flustered at your sudden possessiveness

When you pulled her to a different corner from where you were, she asked, "What was all that about? Getting territorial, little one?" She teases. To which you huff and blush, she boops your nose, "See, you aren't even denying it".

"Now, is my best friend gonna tell me what this all was about, or do I have to kiss it out of her?" You blushed furiously; the confidence that you usually had was gone, and now you were just a blushing mess.

She sighs, "tsk tsk, seems like I should kiss it out of you." Before you realize it, you're pinned against the wall, her lips on yours almost eating your lips. You whimper against her lips and kiss her back, on your tiptoes. Your arms around her shoulders and her arm around your waist. You both break the kiss after what feels like an eternity. "So tell me, are you in love with me or something?"

All you could do was whimper. She tangles her fingers through your hair, deepening the kiss further. Her voice comes out in a husky whisper when she pulls back. "The way you're responding... I think someone has feelings they've been hiding." one hand trails down your back, while the other stays cupped behind your neck.

She smirks knowing she hit a nerve "Is that so? Have you been holding back all these years? While I was busy running the company, were you over there..." traces her fingers down your collarbone suggestively "Pining after me?" leans in to whisper in your ear

She whispers in your ear, her voice low and teasing. "Say it. Admit that you've been in love with me all this time. And don't just say 'as my best friend'." pulls back to look into your eyes, searching for the truth.

She could see it clearly in your eyes though you couldn't form words. "To my place. Now." She holds your wrist and drags you out. Pulling you in her car as she drove fast to her penthouse.

She quickly got out of it and went to the other side, scooping you up in her arms as she carried you in. Gently placing you down on her bed. She strokes your hair, her eyes warm with affection and unspoken questions. "You're really in love with me, aren't you? The whole time, you've been in love with me." leans her forehead against yours.

You blush, as if confirming what she said. She smirks knowingly. "So that's why... my little PA has always been flirty around her boss..." she sits beside you, running her hand through your hair. "I've never seen you like this before, completely out of it from just a few words." leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "It's rather charming, actually."

She whispers against your lips "You know... we can take things slow if you want. I don't want to overwhelm you." She runs her fingers through your hair gently. "Or we can continue from where we left off in the car..."

Your legs spread by themselves as if they have a brain of their own. She notices how your body responds to mere proximity, and her pupils dilate with desire. "Someone's not thinking with their head right now..." she gently pushes you back onto the bed, leaning over you. "Though I can't complain..."

She sees your blush and a soft, amused smile curls on her lips. "Ah, look at that. The teasing one is the one who can't even speak right now." She continues to trace her fingers up your thighs, spreading them further apart.

You were breathless, chest heaving. She whispers softly, leaning in close to your ear "You always said 'Bada, if we were married, I'd have your babies every year.' Remember?" her fingers reach the hem of your skirt, slowly lifting it up.

She leans down to kiss your neck gently, her breath hot against your skin. "I think it's time we put those teasing words into action, don't you?" her hand slowly moves up your thigh, inching closer to your center. "How many was it again? Three? Five? Ten?"

You whimper, eyes glazed, "hng! Fuck me already!" You say desperately. She laughs softly at your abrupt outburst, clearly amused by your desperation "Patience, patience... we're just getting started." her hand reaches your panties, pulling them aside to reveal your soaked folds. "Look at this... you're already dripping for me." She slowly slides a finger inside you as she sees you arch your back on the bed. She adds another one.

"That's right... spread wider for me..." She whispers seductively while slowly moving her fingers in and out "Tell me... how many babies did you really want?" her other hand moves to support your back, arching you towards her "Ten seemed like a bit much... right?"

You moan, throwing your head back. She chuckles softly, clearly enjoying your inability to speak "Look at you... the one who always had something to say, reduced to incoherent noises." curls her fingers inside you, hitting a spot that makes you whimper "I wonder..."

"I wonder how many babies you'd be willing to have right now, if I could put a baby in you." begins to move her fingers faster, curling and uncurling them inside you "Would you have five? Ten? Twenty?" her other hand reaches up to pinch and tug on your nipple.

You cry loudly, getting more and more wet at her words. She smirks at your cries and continues whispering dirty nothings in your ear. "So sensitive... does my baby talk ret you this worked up?" She slides a third finger inside you, moving at a steady pace.

She pulls her fingers out, your pussy clenching around nothing, as she undresses herself and takes your remaining clothes off. She goes into her closet and comes back with a strap-on, securing it on her crotch.

"How many babies you really want?" She positions herself between your legs, pressing the head against your entrance.

She pushes slowly into you, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Tell me..." she whispers against your ear. "How many times do you want me to fill you up tonight?" begins to move at a steady pace, building the rhythm. "Five times, ten?"

She smirks at your attempts to speak, continuing her steady thrusts "Mmm... I love when you're like this... completely at a loss for words." She leans down to bite your lip, her hips snapping forward "Should we start with five?"

She pulls out and flips you around roughly to get you on your fours. She smirks devilishly, pushing the strap back in, adjusting her position to hit a deeper spot "Or maybe... we'll just keep going until I completely break you." She moves one hand to the front of you, finding your clit and rubbing circles "Because I remember how you used to tease me..."

She whispers "Your legs are shaking... your breath is coming in short gasps..." she increases her pace, thrusting harder as you just cry in pleasure. "Let's see how much more you can take before you beg me to stop." her other hand grips your hair, pulling slightly.

She whispers breathlessly against your nape "That's right... surrender to me now..." as she keeps thrusting steadily, her fingers working on your clit faster.

Her hips moving faster and harder, chasing her own release "And then... and then you'll really understand what it means to be..." her voice catches as she gets closer "to be truly... bred by me."

She pauses her thrusts, spreading your legs wider and staring at where you're connected "I want to see how much more of me you can take before you pass out." resumes thrusting, this time going deeper and harder "Let's find out, shall we?"

She goes rounds after rounds, making you cum again and again until you finally pass out on the 6th one. She smiles looking down at your passed out form "Looks like someone's reached their limit." She carefully pulls out and removes the strap-on, cleaning up "Such a good....baby."

a soft chuckle escapes her lips "That was fun." gently wipes sweat from your forehead "my sweet baby.." she holds you against her chest cuddling you for the night.

You wake up wrapped in her arms, feeling sore all over. She stirs behind you, nuzzling your neck "Mmm... you're awake..." her hands roam over your stomach possessively "My poor baby..."

You whine due to soreness. she chuckles softly, continuing to massage your lower stomach "Poor thing... I might have overdone it a bit."

"So....what are we now?" You ask, afraid that this might just be a one-night stand for her, as that was the first thing that came to your mind.

She pulls you closer against her chest, one arm protective around your waist "What do you want us to be?" says playfully "Your devoted lover? Your protector? Your..." she pauses, then whispers in your ear "...your breeder?

You blush furiously and slap her arm. She laughs and hugs you tighter "Okay, okay... just your devoted lover and protector for now." She kisses the top of your head "But the other options are always on the table if you change your mind." smirks "Especially the breeding part." She winks.

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Now, wtf did I just write 😳

[anundyingfidelity]

Hi!! Congrats on reaching 400 followers !! 🎉🎊 For the drabble request, can I get something dark and smutty with Lee Pace?(if you feel comfortable about it of course) Also I broke my phone like 5 days ago and now that I'm back I see all these booping around 😆, can you tell me what is that about and how can I play?! xoxo😗 💞

thanks a lot aaaa 🩷🩷 ! this is the first request i receive for lee and i'm happy because there aren't a lot of fics about him uggghhh i love him!! i'm sorry about your phone OMG the boops were for april fool's, it was a special stuff for that day only, it was fun 😭 hope they can bring it back tho! ps: LOOK AT THAT GIF THAT HE'S SO HOT, MY TURN NOW, I WANT TO GET SLAPPED TOO lol

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WORKOUT — Lee Pace x female reader

Word count: 530 (oops again lol).

Genre: dark stuff, smut.

Warnings: dom!Lee Pace, p in v smut, blowjob, cum swallow, manhandling, use of word 'whore'.

“I love the way your body takes me,” Lee purred against your ear.

His thumb pressing between your lips as he rolled his hips lazily, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. You rolled your tongue, taking his finger on your mouth, sucking on it like it was his hard cock. You hummed as he split you open, pounding into you harder.

How did you end up here, with him between your legs and ripping your clothes off and fucking you in the gym? Well, you worked for some time together and the tension was inevitable. None of you said a word, besides occasional flirting and teasing, but not going further than words. But today, seeing him working out, sweaty, and building up muscles for his new role made you feel things you were not supposed to, since you were part of his publicist team. When you gave it a try, he sensed the lust on your eyes and excitement coming from you. Then a sloppy kiss happened, and now he had you pinned down against a yoga mat on the empty gym floor, half dressed, fucked out and moaning his name over and over.

“I've wanted to do this since forever,” he growled, pulling out his thumb from your mouth.

His big hand moved down, caressing the sweat coated skin on your neck. “You’re so fucking perfect, made to fit me.”

His praise earned whimpers from your lips, your pussy clenching around his cock when his big hand wrapped around your neck, cutting some of your air perfectly to make you shiver. Lee grinned wickedly.

“You like it rough?” he teased, giving you a couple of hard thrusts, reaching that sweet spot that made you see stars as your eyelids closed harshly.

You nodded as best as you could. The sensation down your belly became too much to handle, and you soon found yourself coating his cock with the juices of your release, as he moaned with that beautiful, deep voice of his, not stopping his hips at all. Fuck, just by this session he was getting addicted to your pussy. He was fucking close too, but he had another plans for you.

Lee suddenly pulled out once you came down from your high, forcing you on your knees with his incredibly strong body. Standing before you, he grabbed a fist of your hair, pulling you closer to his cock.

“Be a good girl and suck me off,” he ordered. He was extremely pleased when you took him in your mouth, humming and tasting his precum mingled with your own release like a starved whore having her last meal, until he released down your throat. He forced your head so you couldn’t pull him out. “Swallow. All of it.”

And you did as told. When you swallowed completely, he backed up pulling out his softened shaft and locking eyes with your own. You opened your mouth sticking out your tongue. He grinned, satisfied with your work.

“I don’t think we can remain professional any longer,” you said, catching your breath, and looking at him with innocent eyes.

He was glad about that though. His dirtiest dream was barely starting.

[sirazaroff]

When I saw the notification that you booped me I was like LETS GOOOOO FOOZE BOOPED ME RAHHH 🔥🔥🔥 (by far booping is the best thing to happen on this app)

The booping is fun >:D if you boop me I boop back. I didn’t even realize this was a thing happening today either until a friend mentioned it.

Anyways let’s celebrate

[thesassypadawan]

A New Good Time *part 3* (Padawan Anakin x RealWorldFemReader)

Notes: Read A Scary Good Time *part 1*, Halloween Pumpkins *Headcanon*, and A Old Good Time *part 2* first to get an idea of what’s going on. 

New Year’s Fete Week is the first five days of the year (according to the Galactic Standard Calendar) and is a five-day festival that celebrates the new year.

Summary: A little throwback to the fanfics of old! Short, sweet, and cheesy! Anakin awakes to the wonderful surprise of you, his beautiful angel, tucked beside him in bed.  What a perfect way to start out the day and the year.  Happy New Year! 

Warnings: Contains fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

New Year’s Day, the first dawn of the year. A time of renewal and fresh starts. The moment when we say goodbye to the old and hello to the new…by celebrating with those we care for the most.

“Stang, that sun’s bright”, Anakin grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. Reaching out with his free hand, he ungracefully closed the curtains.

Laying there in the semi-darkness, Ani tried to clear the sleepy fog from his mind. Memories of finishing off the rest of the champagne and cuddling with you on your couch came flooding back. He smiled fondly at that. What happened afterwards…the two of you must have dozed off together. But, if that was the case, why was he in his bed all by his lonesome.

“Hatari,” he sadly sighed. “Wish you were here.”

Just then, he felt something moving beside him. Accompanied by a small voice mumbling, “’M here.”

A wave of relief and joy washed over Anakin. Slowly he pulled back the blankets to reveal…

You curled up in a ball, peacefully snoozing away.

Grinning ear-to-ear, Ani kissed you gently on the top of your head. “Stay put,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”

Carefully he slid out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you, and snuck off to his and Obi-Wan’s kitchenette. Hoping to not bump into his master, because it was too early for a lecture. Plus, he would never live down being caught in those long, fuzzy socks of yours.

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Thankfully, Obi-Wan was nowhere to be found. Just a note that said he was glad Anakin made it back safely and that he was going to be meeting with the council for most of the day. He would join Ani and you at the festival later. To behave yourselves in the meantime.

Anakin laughed and rolled his eyes at the last part.

Grateful that his master wasn’t upset with him, Ani returned to his room with two mugs of piping hot caf. The perfect thing for a cold morning in bed.

Setting the drinks down on his nightstand, he eased himself back into bed. Trying his best to not jostle you too much. You, who was currently spooning his pillow.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he chuckled softly. “Hey, wouldn’t you rather have the real thing instead?”

Nodding sleepily in response, Anakin quickly made the switch and burrowed underneath the covers. With you immediately snuggling up to him and he wrapping his arms around you.

“Good morning, my handsome devil,” you mumbled, nuzzling your head against his chest.

“Morning, my beautiful angel. Happy New Year.”

A sweet smile crossed your face. “Happy New Year. I -” Pausing a moment, your eyes opened a crack, and you gave the air a little sniff. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Sure do,” he hummed, gently rubbing your back. “Made it special just for you.”

You made a tiny happy noise and kissed the underside of his chin. “You too good to me.”

“Anything for you, only the best,” he muttered, handing you your caf.

“So cheesy,” you giggle, giving his braid a playful tug.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ani said teasingly. “Now tell me, Ms. Padawan from Earth, what would you like to do today?”

You pretended to think for a second or two, before declaring lazily. “Stay in bed as long as possible.”

“Can do,” he said, booping you on the nose. “And later on, we can go check out the New Year’s Fete with Obi-Wan.”

“New Year’s Fete?” You asked, taking a small sip from your mug. “What’s that?”

His eyes twinkled with excitement. “It’s a five-day festival that celebrates the new year. There are all sorts of games, live music, different types of food… Oh, and fireworks at the end of every night!”

“That sounds perfect to me,” you sigh contently. Burying your face into the crook oh his neck, you whisper a soft… “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Pulling you in extra close, Anakin rested his head on top of yours.

And, as both of you fell into comfortable silence, the jedi holocron shinned brightly on a nearby shelf…tucked amongst all of Ani’s most precious possessions.

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏡🧵 home sweet home pt. 1

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: what does it look like to have a normal daily life at dazai's household? just you coming home to your little family after a long and exhaustion work. this is the life you and dazai had been dreaming of.

warning: mentioned of breastfeeding, pranking, anxiety

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i got inspired to write a story when i saw a website that said this song is the most therapeutic breastfeeding song. and it came to happened that dazai was the last anime character i saw that day.

so i was like, hmm...what would it be like to have a family with my suicidal maniac crush? so yeah, here it is.

oh yeah, one last note, i kinda made him self-explanatory character on this one???

song - invisible string by taylor swift

a long day just ended for you as a sigh escaped from your lips. you are on your way home to your little family after doing some shift at the agency.

while waiting for the traffic jam to untangle, you open your phone and reveal the wallpaper that never fails to make you smile whenever you see it.

a picture of your new born baby and your husband, dazai osamu.

the statement never lies, your lips crescent a smile at the sight of your little family. you also decided to call your husband who's on his day off and being a male wife for today.

within a few rings, dazai picked up the phone. the sound of your baby's laughter first rang through the phone, making your smile widen.

"hello, my love~ are you on your way home?" your husband's honeyed voice said through the phone.

your shoulder loses its tense from the fatigue just by hearing the sound of him. "yeah. i'm sorry if i didn't arrive on time, there's a small emergency happened. but atsushi-kun and i have already settled it down before it gets worse."

"of course, my wife is good at solving problems." dazai complimented you. he always knows what is best for you.

"anyways, how's things going there?"

"ooh, wait. hey emi-chan! say hi to mama." you hear a baby noise as your husband shifts his phone onto someone.

"emi-chan~" you cooed, and your five month old baby let out a cute babble just by hearing your voice. it makes you laugh and almost die on your spot due to her overflowing cuteness.

"did you miss mama?" your back rested on the seat as your vehicle started to move. luckily, you had a phone holder in front so you won't have to hold it while driving at the same time.

"yes." dazai said in his baby voice, imitating your daughter.

you let out a giggle. "mama misses you too, emi-chan. when i get home, i will kiss your chubby cheeks and watch cartoons together!"

"yah! what about me?" your another baby—i mean dazai interrupted you. a picture of him pouting already depicted on your mind.

"hmm? are you saying something, emi?" you playfully said. the noises coming from osamu intensify. he was complaining, pouting, and whining at you like a big baby. your big baby.

"ahem! sweetheart, emi-chan just asked me if you miss your husband too?" sensing that you did not plan to respond to him as your husband, he changes his tone into a deeper one, like an incognito voice.

"who's there with you, emi?! did you let someone enter the house?" you continued to play dumb until you finally pulled up to your house where your two babies are in.

dazai was whining on the phone and he seemed to want to fight his daughter just because he didn't receive any attention from you.

ignoring him, you purposely muted the call and lowered the volume as you carefully tip-toed inside the house.

"mommy is such a tease, isn't she?" and there you saw your own family. emi was sitting on her father's lap while chewing her pacifier, and dazai was on the floor, still pouting as he talks to his child who's clearly unaware.

"i'm getting jealous of you now, emi-chan." he jokingly said, booping her nose and then proceeded to bite her chubby cheeks carefully. you forced yourself to swallow the laugh in your throat.

"y/n has been unresponsive for a while, did she end the call?" dazai checked his phone when he realized you had been really quiet. the call was still on, so he sought for you.

"darling? are you still there?"

no answer.

"y/n? hello? sweetie, can you hear me?"

still no answer.

suddenly, his pout turns into a deep frown. you could clearly see that he's becoming worried now to the point that he put emi back to the cradle.

he squatted down to meet his daughter's gaze. dazai holds her little hands to give it some pecks. "emi, my cute little baby…stay here and do not do anything, alright? nothing's wrong so no need to worry. papa will keep you and mama safe."

your heart melted at the scene. no matter how worried he is, dazai wouldn't let himself show his fear in front of his daughter who cannot even understand anything, yet.

you knew you didn't make the wrong choice of starting a family with him.

"papa is just going to call mama." he continued. when you saw him about to pick up his call, you immediately ended the call.

you watch his face become more concerned when the call ends without even saying a goodbye to him.

dazai started to bite his nails, a secret habit of his whenever he feels anxious. without any second wasted, he called your number. the sound of your ringtone made him almost dashed to your hidden spot.

"y/n! my god, you're here!" dazai pulled you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you.

you let out an awkward chuckle. "hi?"

"jesus! don't do it again, please. i thought something happened to you!" dazai buried his face into the crook of your neck. you suddenly feel guilty when you sense his shaky breath.

he is really worried.

a hand if yours traveled into his head to give his fluffy brown hair a soft brush to give him comfort. "i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean to get you worried. i just want to surprise you."

"it's alright—"

"waaahhhhhh!"

both of your heads immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from, emi was crying. you and osamu's parental instincts kicked in as you literally ran towards her.

you carefully picked her up and cooed. "shh~ mama's here, mama's here. aw, why is my baby emi crying?" you land a kiss on her cheeks that was covered with tears.

dazai gently guided you to sit on the couch. he grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears that emi had shed. "don't cry, emi-chan. we're here now." he mumbled softly.

you checked her diaper, it's not full. you tried to make her laugh, but still emi continues to wail loudly.

a sigh escaped from your lips. you gently rocked her and turned your head to your husband who worriedly gazed at his crying daughter.

"when was the last time she drank milk?" dazai ponders for a moment. his eyes widened when he realized.

"that's right! emi just woke up when you called me. she naps for like two and half hours. no wonder she cries because she's hungry." he explains.

"go and make her baby formula." you instructed him because you are busy soothing your child.

dazai chucked hesitantly. "the thing is, it ran out. emi drank the last baby formula earlier. so, i guess we're going to do the traditional way of feeding her."

"♪ and isn't it just so pretty to think ♪" dazai sang a song you two discovered while randomly streaming on spotify.

"♪ all along there was some ♪" he said to you that this song reminded him of the time when the two of you first met.

"♪ invisible string ♪" singing the invisible string has become his hobby whenever he is watching you putting emi to sleep. the song serves as the lullaby that made her fall asleep.

"♪ tying you to me~? ♪" your husband dedicated this song to you. not only it became your couple's love song, wedding song, and now your daughter's lullaby.

overall, this is a sweet moment. but it doesn't…

you tried not to lash out of dazai when he was right there beside you, watching how you breastfeed your daughter. his hands were fixed on emi's tiny ones, caging it playfully and made her squirm. which causes her to latches on your sore breast a bit harder than the usual sucking.

"osamu, for god's sake…let her feed in peace! and why are you even watching me feed her?" you caresses her head gently, making sure that she would not freak out at your little yell.

your husband rolled his eyes. "why not? i've also experienced that before…being fed by you—so, no need to be so shy about me witnessing it." this man had an audacity to make a dirty foreshadow in front of your daughter.

a pillow flew on his straight into his face. "osamu! i swear, get out for a moment." you tried to calm yourself. but dazai doesn't care and continued to play with emi, resting his head on your shoulder.

meanwhile, your little princess was in no mood to play with her daddy. emi got irritated because she couldn't move her hands, dazai has them. so, she let out a squirm and then a whine.

acting hurriedly, you rock her while giving your biggest death glare on your husband.

"welp…" dazai took the cue as he sheepishly go out of the room, finally giving you and emi some private time together.

"daddy is such a crackhead, isn't he?" you talked to your daughter who just looked at you with her big beautiful eyes while sucking your breast. you couldn't help but to squeal at your daughter.

"and you're such a cutie, emi-emi!"

©luvvixu2023

[deityoftherain]

for pearl - Gempearl HC10 Fanfic

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,299

Summary: Pearl received an unsigned book and quill through the mail system with his name on it. When she looked inside, she found a rhyming clue, sparking her curiosity about what might be at the end of the scavenger hunt one of the Hermits had put her on. What could she do, not follow it?

This was written for @welcome-back-to-hoimycraf through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange! Click on the AO3 link above or look under the cut to read it ^^

If you like it, please consider reblogging, kudosing/liking, and/or commenting :D

“Bap, bap, bap, bop, bip, bappity boop,” Pearl vocal stimmed as he skipped around his base to finish various odd tasks he’d been previously neglecting. The other Hermits were well used to Pearl’s silly little noises so she didn’t bother to suppress herself. Even if they weren’t, she was alone right now, so she wouldn’t have anyway.

Today was shaping out to be a great day! His meeting with Etho and Tango about the Post Office went well; stamp sales have been at an all time high now that more Hermits had mailboxes installed; his shops in the shopping district had produced many diamonds, and he had woken up with Gem by his side that morning. How could it get better?

She and Gem had been dating for a while now, and Pearl couldn’t be happier. Pearl wasn’t a part of the Magic Mountain crew, but she was still fairly close to where Gem lived! Their chosen locations being close to each other on this home server wasn’t intentional, but it pleased them both to not be too far away from one another.

Pearl’s thoughts had drifted off from postmaster business to Gem, her amazing, stunning, incredibly talented girlfriend. She was so engulfed by her thoughts that she almost didn’t notice that the light was on at her mailbox.

His blue eyes lit up in a way similar to the redstone lamp of the mailbox, excited at the prospect of someone sending him something even though it had happened many times before. Pearl wasn’t sure he would ever get over it, but he didn’t exactly want to. The mailboxes were crazy cool and it had given her a new purpose after her previous self-assigned job! His last home server allowed for some lovely cleaning lady hours, but this server was a chance to change things up and free himself from his obligations of tidying up other people’s chests, shulkers, and bases.

Pearl opened the barrel to see what had arrived, only to find a leatherbound journal with an ink-based pen attached to it— a book and quill. She could tell it was unsigned by the existence of the pen because, if it were signed, the content inside couldn’t be altered or edited anymore. Signing a book would display the author’s name and the pen would disappear as a result.

She knew that the book was meant for her, though, because it was labeled “For Pearl” in brightly highlighted (likely with glow squid ink) elegant script. The pages were all blank aside from the first, which read:

Clue #1 In the lighthouse near the sea Quench your curiosity

Pearl furrowed his eyebrows, rereading the clue several times. Whoever sent the book had created a rhyme and labeled it as the first of an assumed series, so Pearl guessed she was being sent on a scavenger hunt of sorts. Oh, this was going to be so fun, wasn’t it?

“Okay, so let me just have a little think, thonk, bonk,” Pearl murmured to herself, rubbing her chin in thought. “Gem has a lighthouse, but all that’s in there is her… oh!”

Pearl gasped as recognition sparked within him. She had received her first clue in the mailbox, so maybe all the clues would be in various mailboxes? Whoever had thought this up really picked the best person to do this to, knowing Pearl’s love of her role as postmaster. If not her, Etho or Tango would have been good candidates as well since they were in charge of actually building the mailboxes, but Pearl was pleased that she had been chosen.

He checked the straps on his elytra to make sure they were secure before retrieving some flight rockets from his inventory. As he mentioned before, Gem’s base wasn’t too far away.

“Gem?” Pearl called out as she arrived, hoping to catch a glimpse of her girlfriend. After a brief look around, Pearl concluded that she wasn’t there. She must be off collecting coral, visiting someone else, or doing something at the shopping district. According to the log list on her communicator, she hadn’t gone to visit another server. Ooo, maybe Gem was restocking her pickle shop! Pearl would have to make sure to check that later and bring some diamonds along.

As much as Pearl wanted to see Gem, he would see her later, so it was alright that she wasn’t here. Pearl tucked the flight rockets away as he approached the lighthouse. It was tall and striped with white and gray, and there were two floating fish that endlessly circled it. The floating fish put her off at first, but Pearl thought Gem did a rather lovely job with the build.

Gem had Etho, she believed, alter the mailbox slightly to change the color of the beam when mail had arrived. Considering the beam was currently red, Pearl knew there was something inside before she saw the redstone lamp lit or looked inside the barrel itself. Still, though, Pearl had no idea if the clue would be there because Gem had received mail from other Hermits in the past so it would make sense if there were still some waiting for her.

Pearl was right, of course, that Gem had received some packages from other Hermits, but only one was labeled “For Pearl”. Eagerly, Pearl pulled it out, leaving the others undisturbed, and flipped open to the first page.

Clue #2 Whimsical colors and moving parts Keep walking and appreciate the arts

Now this clue was more vague than the first. As far as Pearl knew, Gem was the only one with a lighthouse on the server. Whimsical colors, moving parts, and artistic whatevers were attributes that could describe several other Hermit bases. 

“What Hermits even have mailboxes? I know some don’t have theirs yet. Ugh, why can’t I remember?” Pearl groaned as he plopped down on the ground near Gem’s mailbox to examine the text further. She tilted her head at the words before flipping the book around every which way, trying to see if she could see it from a different angle. “Whimsical colors and moving parts, keep walking and– keep walking! Cub’s firework factory?” Pearl scurried up to her feet, pulling out the flight rockets again and exiting the lighthouse as quickly as she could to go see if her suspicion was correct. The door to Cub’s factory opened automatically when one walked toward it and Cub happened to have his mailbox set up in there! The fireworks were whimsical colors! Or perhaps the dye all over Cub’s lab coat… who knows, maybe it was in reference to both things.

As Pearl flew, she noticed her rocket supply was running low. She scrunched her nose for only a moment, silently hoping that Cub would be at his base. Her comm did say he was on the server. “Cub?”

“Yeah?” Cub responded questioningly, hearing her as soon as she landed and came into earshot. 

Pearl didn’t see Cub at first, but she took a low risk gamble and walked towards the doors to the factory. They opened as soon as the skulk sensors heard her approach, revealing Cub to her. “I just need to check your mailbox real quick and hopefully trade for some flight rockets, if you got any on you?” “Cool, cool, yeah, I got some on me.” Cub pulled out something (assumingly the rockets) from his inventory as he spoke, but his tone turned confused as Pearl darted over to his mailbox. “Is something wrong with it?”

“Yes, it’s here!” Pearl squeaked excitedly, hugging the book to her chest. The scavenger hunt was low stakes, from what she knew, but two clues in and she was having so much fun. Pearl held out the book to Cub to show him the label that displayed her name, promptly and enthusiastically rambling off the gist for him. “Someone is sending me on a scavenger hunt using people’s mailboxes! Isn’t that so ahhh?”

“That’s awesome, dude.” Cub relaxed now that he knew nothing was wrong. “I wouldn’t have thought of doing that type of thing, like, not in that way. What does it say?” “I haven’t read it yet.” Pearl shifted her attention to the first page to read the next clue.

Clue #3 It is not over yet, don’t you grumble Tip your hat off at the concrete jungle

“‘Grumble,’” Pearl repeated with an amused snort after reading the clue out loud for Cub. “Ha! As if! I’m having a blast.” “Have you gone to Impulse’s cyberpunk city yet?” Cub inquired before explaining himself, “The door near his mailbox is activated by the noise removing a piece of armor makes.” “Tipping your hat would refer to your helmet!” Pearl connected with a grin. “And Impulse’s base is very- oh, I think you’re right. This is absolutely bonkers.”

Cub handed over the rockets that Pearl requested to her before she had a chance to fly off and forget about them. “Just send me payment later through the mailbox, along with a letter of how it went. Or you can just visit me, either or.” “Will do, Cub! Thanks!” Pearl accepted the rockets eagerly. Not wasting any more time, she started running toward the door, giving Cub a two-fingered goodbye salute before blasting off to fly back toward Magic Mountain. Going from Gem’s base to Impulse’s may have saved rockets in the short term, but sending her to Cub’s base was a smart move because it made her check her rocket supply. It worked out perfectly! Whoever had set this up had done it well, or perhaps it was simply a coincidence.

Pearl didn’t bother to call for Impulse, not really needing to grab his attention for anything. In all honesty, she just wanted to retrieve the clue, figure out where she was heading to next, and go there. Anticipation for what was at the end of all of this was only increasing as time went on.

Approaching the door, Pearl tipped off his postmaster hat with an unnecessarily fancy little bow. The removal of her hat triggered the skulk sensors, opening the door and giving her access to the room with Impulse’s mailbox. The redstone lamp was lit, though that fact was only noted in passing as Pearl opened the barrel to read the next clue.

Clue #4 You’re almost there, you’ve followed the trail See what awaits among the mail

“Does that mean the next mailbox contains my prize?” Pearl wondered aloud, speaking to no one but herself. She read over it one more time and, while it may seem vague, it made complete sense to her. All the clues were hidden in mailboxes, yes, but there was one place in particular that was the hub for all things mail: her post office.

Pearl paused for a moment, rechecking the barrel in Impulse’s mailbox again to make sure the clue didn’t mean the mail at the current mailbox. None of the other mail was hers; they were all waiting for Impulse to come back to their shared home server (her comm marked him off server), making Pearl even more certain of her theory.

He didn’t waste any more time to make the flight to the post office, flying right up to the entrance and running inside. Pearl didn’t pay attention to her surroundings as she tugged open the barrel unceremoniously, expecting to find another book. Instead, the barrel was empty besides a singular note. “‘Turn around’?” Pearl read off the piece of paper in a questioning tone as he did what the note said to do. Her eyes widened, mouth falling ajar as she dropped the paper in surprise when she recognized Gem’s ginger red hair, partly tied up into familiar space buns. This was notable because, recently, Gem had been styling her hair down with a dark blue bandana wrapped around her head and blue beads at the ends of small braids on the sides. The partly-up space buns was what she had her hair styled in when they officially got together.

She wasn’t standing at her full height, which wasn’t very tall to start with; Pearl was taller than she was. Gem had been on testosterone blockers longer than she had been taking her daily estrogen pills, so the effect wasn’t surprising and was, in fact, desired. Out of all the Hermits, she was fairly short, but there were others (such as Grian, Bdubs, and Tango) who were around her height.

Gem was down on one knee with a ring box in her hands. She flashed him a somewhat nervous smile, her teeth sharper than usual from the lore magic of this world. It was the same magic that gave Pearl salmon-esque features when she went swimming or that gave Gem her currently twitching ear fins.

The ring box made a soft sound as it was snapped open, revealing a white gold ring. Inlaid in the middle of the ring was a deep green emerald with a crescent moon bordering the gemstone’s edges, alongside much tinier emeralds and diamonds resembling stars in the night sky. It was stunning, much better than what he had thought his engagement ring would look like in his dreams. Gem knew him so well.

“Pearlescent Moon, will you marry me?” Gem asked after letting Pearl get over her initial shock.

Pearl squealed enthusiastically, practically jumping where she stood as her arms flailed as they pleased. “Yes! Yes, I will marry you. Void, I hadn’t expected this- I-” A baffled but extremely pleased laugh left Gem’s lips as she took the ring out of the box to slip on Pearl’s ring finger. “Perfect fit.”

Pearl held out her hand to properly examine its beauty, her grin so wide it hurt her cheeks, but she didn’t care. Now that the ring was on and Pearl had accepted Gem’s proposal, Gem got to her feet. Pearl didn’t give her much time to catch her balance because he embraced her tightly. He pulled away enough to kiss her stupid, the air around them euphoric and blissful.

They were both breathless by the time the kiss broke, smiles seemingly permanent features of their faces now. Pearl swept Gem off her feet, causing her to squeak in surprise as she was hoisted up to be held bridal style. Pearl kept Gem in her arms as she twirled them around, elated giggles filling up the room.

“So, did you like my little scavenger hunt?” Gem had her arms wrapped around Pearl’s neck, content with the closeness and position she was in.

“It was absolutely lovely; I had a spectacular time flying around to the mail boxes,” Pearl assured her, genuinely meaning her words. “Fantastic! I nailed it! Totally nailed it,” Gem cheered, congratulating herself. “I would have done more clues, but I didn’t have much time to come up with rhyming clues, set it all up, and get everything else done that I had to do after I left this morning. I stayed at your base longer than I intended. Did you know it was me?”

“I had a suspicion, but you sent me to your base first, so I thought that you wouldn’t have done that if it was you,” Pearl explained her line of logic. “I didn’t try too hard to figure out who it was, though. I was mostly focused on the hunt; kinda zeroed in for a second there. You totally ruined my plan, though.”

Gem tilted her head curiously, ear fins perking up alert. “I did? How?”

“Well,” Pearl started with a click of her tongue as she let Gem down from her hold. Gem started to jump around in enthusiastic movements to get some of her overjoyed energy out, but it didn’t bother or phase Pearl; he knew she was listening. “I was planning to propose to you at some point, but I was waiting for a good moment. I would keep forgetting about it, but when I would notice it in my inventory, it was always an awkward or bad moment.” “Does that mean you have it on you?” Gem stopped her wide-ranged movements to stay mostly in one spot, green eyes shining as brightly as the emerald in sunlight.

Pearl pursed her lips, unsure of the answer to that question. He opened his inventory instead of responding, eyes scanning the rows until it landed on a ring. She selected it and it materialized in her open hand, as it was designed to. Pearl pinched the bottom of the ring in between her fingers to show off the pearl partly encased in gold. “I didn’t get a box for it and it’s not as detailed as what you gave me, but I made it myself.”

“You did?” Gem marveled at the ring that Pearl slipped onto her ring finger. “You did such a great job! I love it! I didn’t know you could make jewelry.” “It was a secret, so you wouldn’t have known.” Pearl shrugged with a light chuckle, glancing away for only a moment. “I went off-server to get lessons from Fwhip to learn how to make it. He’s apparently pretty good at that sort of stuff. Scott recommended him to me.”

“He did spend a lot of time in the forge when we shared a home server a bit ago,” Gem recalled the first Empires home server where she and Fwhip were twins (lore magic loved to flex its influence in strange yet usually fun ways) and became very close, “so I’m not surprised. Did you know I visited him and some of the others on SOS recently? I traveled with Joel when he crossed over just the other day– I’m surprised Fwhip managed to keep it a secret from me, though! We talked for such a long time as he showed me around his base.”

“I told Fwhip not to and he knows better than to cross me.” Pearl might have said more, but Gem lept on him. She legitimately leapt up, legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his shoulders.

“I love you so much, Pearl.” Gem peppered kisses all over Pearl’s face, hands getting tangled in Pearl’s long brunette and blonde streaked hair. “My fiancé.”

“I love you too.” Pearl could feel her heart swell at the new term for their relationship. He pulled Gem tight against him, never wanting to let her go. “Now, come on, let's head back to my base. I want to store these clues away somewhere special for safe keeping!” “But I don’t wanna let go,” Gem pouted, burying her face into Pearl’s shoulder. She could be fairly independent and constantly wander away without meaning to at times, but it was also commonplace for her to get extremely clingy as well. Honestly, it was a flip of the coin of what sort of Gem one was going to get that day.

Pearl considered the distance between her post office and her base. She hadn’t built them too far apart so, hypothetically, she could just walk with Gem in her arms all the way back. He tilted his chin down to try and get a better look of his bride-to-be, scratching his fingers in her hair. She sighed softly, shaking her head in a “the things I would do for this beautiful idiot” sort of way. “Okay, hold on tight. I’ll walk us home.” “Yay!” Pearl could feel Gem’s grin against the skin of her neck, which made everything worth it. It was worth it already, but Gem’s smile would always be perfectly sweet icing on the cake. 

Pearl was proud of herself for finishing everything she had needed to do today, for now she could spend the rest of the day with the person she would spend the rest of her existence with, her betrothed, Gemini Tay.

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Growing up is realizing how toxic TharnType was.. like really

🤭🤭🤭 Ngl, when I got this message a couple days ago I legit giggled. I was not expecting it, and it took me a second to figure out where it came from until I remembered my answer for day eleven of the 15 Day BL Challenge. Then the Booping happened and the next day I was at the hospital with my dad all day because he was going in for heart surgery—it went well btw—so I just got around to replying to this today. I apologize for that my dear anon 💕

I felt kind of lucky because I came into TharnType when the second season was about to air, so I had heard of some spoilers about the first season, plus I had seen Love By Chance multiple times so I was familiar with Type and some of the other side characters—Techo, Tum, Tar, Kengkla, Technic, etc.

I legit gave Mame a pass when watching LBC, not everyone’s first novel is great and the screenplay did what it could, ya know? But as time went on, as a queer person I started to get the sense that she was one of those rare hetero writers that actually do kind of fetishize gay men, which I really didn’t want to think was still happening in—at the time—2019.

But after I watched both TharnType seasons, and LBC and DSN, all of which have interconnected storylines and characters, I couldn’t help but not think that. Which is why by 2021, I sort of stopped giving her the benefit of the doubt as a writer even though I desperately wanted her to do better, so much better. And to be fair, Wedding Plan and Love Sea were both okay, I think those have been her least offensive scripts to date.

But getting back to TharnType lore, I remember actually writing up a ‘problematic trope’ list in my notes app whilst watching the series and oh boy, it’s a doozy! Let’s break it down, for anyone who (somehow) has not sat through the trash fire that was the highest heat BLs of 2019/2020 and the various storylines that tie back to TharnType that span four different series.

Heavy trigger warning for under the cut: SA/r*pe/DV/ped*phila/blackmail/ab*se/stalking/in*est/predatory behaviour/emotional manipulation and ironically enough, homophobia.

Right off the bat, the first thing in the very first episode was the comparison of gay men to pedophiles. Type was 100% allowed his trauma from what happened to him, but if Mame had done even an ounce of investigation into actual statistics, she’d know that pedophiles typically don’t identify as any type of sexuality outside of being attracted to underage people, that is their sexual preference. So no, a man assaulting a boy does not make him gay, it makes him a pedophile, full stop.

Violent homophobia: Not just outright blatant hate speech but Type is violent towards gay people, and specifically Tharn when he finds out that he’s roommates with a gay man. Also Type’s father literally chases him and Tharn with a machete when he finds out that Type is dating a man, so yeah.

Sexual assault and rape: Tharn assaults Type in the shower as a way to ‘get back at him’ for being homophobic, playing into the classic predatory gay stereotype. Techno is drugged, stalked, blackmailed and date raped by Kengkla (LBC). Tar is gang raped and was ‘so broken’ that he literally ran away to France (LBC/TT). Fiat forces a kiss onto Type against his will (DSN)

Domestic abuse: Type hits Tharn many times throughout their relationship, he constantly slaps, punches and kicks him and yet always is allowed to get away with it because of his traumatic past and jealousy issues. Uh, no, no no. You do not get to abuse your partner or anyone in your life because of your trauma, get thee into therapy!

Stalking: Kengkla is obsessed with Techno, he stalks him and often pays his best friend Technic—Techno’s little brother—to snap pictures of the older man when he’s sleeping or changing to give to Kengkla, as well many other things. It should also be stated that they are high school students whilst Techno is a university student, so they are putting Techno at risk with the law because Kengkla is underage. (LBC)

Lhong stalks Tharn for years, even going so far as to run off any potential suitors and hire bikers to rape Tharn’s—extremely underage—boyfriend Tar. (TT)

Fiat stalks Type and dismisses that he has a boyfriend, not caring about it because he’s convinced that he’s in love with Type after being treated by him for a sports injury (TT2)

Incest: Tum, Tar’s older half brother is in love with him and has been for many years. He hates Tharn for breaking Tar’s heart so badly that he ran away to a different country, not knowing about Tar’s rape. Tharn is the only one he tells and to Tharn’s credit, doesn’t tell anyone out of respect to Tar. Eventually it comes out and Tar tells Tum what happens and also tells him that his trauma from the event has left him sex repulsed and broken, unable to love or trust anyone… besides Tum that is! Of course, because Tar loved his big bro all along as well.

Emotional manipulation: Ummm *gestures wildly to every character* take your pick!

Blackmail: Kengkla and Technic—again I cannot stress this enough, Techno is Technic’s brother!—drug Techno during a party, strip him and then put him in bed naked with Kengkla. When he wakes up the next morning with a teenager in his bed and no memory of what happened, he rightfully panics. Kengkla then tells him that they had sex—up until this point Techno had no interest in men—and Kengkla promises that he won’t tell anyone what happened if Techno will sleep with him one more time, Kengkla wants to lose his virginity to him since they didn’t actually have sex, Techno was passed out due to GHB that had been slipped into his drink. As of TharnType2 it is heavily implied that Techno and Kengkla are still together, and that Techno has no idea about the truth behind how he ended up with an underage boyfriend his first year of university.

Dishonourable mentions: Kidnapping, slut shaming, toxic jealousy, racism, classism, misogyny, mishandling of mental health issues, a grown man being perversely obsessed with a teenage girl and extremely harmful LGBTQ+ stereotypes.

Seriously, nothing about TharnType was good or romantic. It was toxic waste and even as a trash/hate watch, I could not enjoy it. I don’t use this term lightly, but the whole series just gives me the ick. And remember those were just all the interconnected storylines that directly involved Tharn and Type, none of those touch on AePete, TinCan or PhugunCirrus. All of which have their own issues, many many issues, but it really does seem like TharnType are the atomic bomb of BL couple fuckery.

Whew! 😅

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi JJ! I hope you have been doing really well, I'm super proud of you for reaching 700 followers! I was wondering if I could request a drabble of cg Penelope Garcia x cg Derek Morgan x little Spencer Reid with the prompt “you deserve nothing but the best, even if you don’t realise it. i’m going to be here to show you that until you do.” Thank you so much in advance if you do!

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|| spencer reid x derek morgan x penelope garcia

a/n: my god it feels like I haven’t written cm in so long, please excuse how rusty this might be

warnings: hurt/comfort, pet names, finger sucking, insecure spencer

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Garcia huffs from her spot on the couch of her, Derek and Reid’s apartment. They moved in together seven months ago and three months into that Derek and Garcia found out Reid is a little, they’ve been nothing but supportive of his little side and love to take care of him whenever he needs.

Although Penelope feels defeated right now, she’s not sure what happened. Her and Derek have been watching over Spencer all day, he woke up in his headspace and there was no reason to pull himself out of it as work is off today. They’ve watched movies, played games, done all the fun things Reid loves to do, only now he sits as silent as can be and curled into himself.

Derek must feel the same worry as he slides off the couch, sitting on Reid’s left side, Garcia follows quickly and mirrors Derek on Spencer’s right. A few moments go by, silence that Penelope hates, she’s used to the house always being filled with some type of noise, whether it’s Reid’s rambling or Derek’s music or her own show playing on the Tv.

“Honey?” Her voice is soft, Reid says nothing and just keeps chewing on the two fingers he’s had shoved in his mouth for half the afternoon. At first Derek had tried to trade him for a teether but Spencer was having none of it and Morgan’s never been good at arguing when Reid’s in little space.

“Sweet boy, are you okay?” Calling Spencer ‘pretty boy’ while he’s regressed felt off to Derek so he switched to sweet boy, normally Spencer perks up hearing the pet name.

“Feel bad.” It’s barely audible, Reid’s voice so quiet that it’s a whisper. It breaks both of his caregivers hearts.

“Why do you feel bad honey? Do you feel sick?” Garcias hand is already feeling Spencer’s forehead before he can reply, his skin doesn’t feel warm and he isn’t flushed which eases Penelope just the slightest.

“No, just bad. Today was fun, I just don’t understand.” Despite the quietness of Reid’s talking, he’s still as articulate as ever.

“Understand what?” Morgan moves closer to Spencer and places a hand on his back, hoping to soothe whatever distress his little is in.

“Why you guys are bein’ so nice to me today? You got adult things to do.” It’s been a common occurrence for Reid to become insecure about his regression, claiming that Garcia and Derek have better things to do, it’s not true. They’d spend every day with their baby boy if they could.

“We’ll always be nice to you Spence, you deserve it. You’re sweet and so smart and so so very smart.” Thankfully the boop of Garcias finger on Reid’s nose makes Reid smile a bit.

“You deserve nothing but the best, even if you don’t realize it. We’re going to be here to show you that until you do.” Derek speaks, pressing a kiss to Spencer’s hairline before Reid’s nodding and pulling both his caregivers into a tight hug.

[ardienothesieno]

OC Writing

idk im bored and procrastinating and the guys wont get out of my head

uhhhhhh tw mildly suggestive

lesbian robot and their cool girlfriend have a conversation and some not-so-cool shit happens

angst angst angst angst angst--

They were interrupted from their writing by the sudden entrance of someone into their chamber. They dismissed the screen hovering in front of them, spinning towards the access shaft to find--

"Hey Ash," Fireflies said, head poking out of the tunnel.

If Ashes from Above had been built with a mouth, they would be beaming. They slowly released the zero gravity in their chamber, gently lowering Fireflies to the floor, and brought their puppet in close. Fireflies laughed, grabbed the sides of Ash's face, and booped the tip of her mask against their forehead. "Morning, love."

Ash let out a giggle, and threw their arms around her. "You haven't come to visit for 4 cycles! I was starting to get worried." "Your overseers follow me constantly! You could have checked in any time." "I did!!" Ash huffed. "But you said you don't like being watched all the time, so I tried to leave you alone. Mostly."

They pulled away from the embrace, wheeling away to hover over Fireflies. "So what brings you to finally break your solitude?" They teased. "Ran out of groceries? Wanted to come lecture me on my lack of work as of late?" "Am I not allowed to just come talk to a friend?" "Friend??" Ash kneed Fireflies in the side of the face (gently) and spun away to a higher height. "We're just friends now, you say?" Fireflies laughed. "Sorry. Best friend." Ash scoffed, causing Fireflies to laugh even harder. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Best of best friends who is such a bestest best friend that I commit unthinkable karmic sins for them." "Better," they responded, looping around their mechanical arm in mid-air.

"But seriously, why today? I thought you usually took the first of the week to paint." "Um. Usually, yes. But, I, um... I... I'm just having a bad day."

Ash stopped spinning and immediately brought their puppet up to her, reaching behind her head to unclasp and gently lift off her intricate golden mask. Fireflies did look more tired then usual. Dark circles surrounded her drooping eyelids, and her lips were dry and cracked. Ash took her face in their hands, tenderly. "...Is this about Blanket?"

It had been a little over one year-cycle since the mass ascension, when their friend and Fireflies' cousin A Blanket, 32 Stitches per Row had ascended with the majority of society. Ash had tried to convince him to stay behind. They had tried to convince all of them to stay behind. Only 152 of their citizens had listened. Who had trusted in Ash's abilities to care for them after the collapse of society. And they were doing a mighty fine job, if they were to say for themself!

"I... Sort of. It's partially about Blanket, but there are some... some other things." "Do you want to talk about any of it?" Fireflies looked away, pursing her lips. "Maybe later." "Can I do anything, then? To make you feel better?" "Just... sit. And talk to me. Please?"

And so they did. They curled up with Fireflies in a corner of their chamber, Fireflies fidgeting with a pearl, Ash talking about everything that had happened in the past 4 cycles. They talked about their conversations with Lingering Fog and Smoke upon Droplets of Rain, their ongoing argument with East of Eden. They talked about how Calling Voids had been rambling about philosophy in the group channel, and how it had gotten so annoying they had to mute it. They talked about their remaining citizens, and all of the weird things that they had caught on their overseers.

"I've noticed some people acting a bit strange. Not noticeable enough to be a concern, but a good portion of my inhabitants have been... quieter, lately. Some of them have been visiting the temples more often. I know it's irrational... but I do worry that some of them intend to ascend sometime in the near future."

Fireflies tensed, hand curling around the pearl in her grasp. "I... will admit that there are... rumors." "Rumors?? Of people wishing to ascend????" "Yeah. Some... some people have been talking about how you don't have the resources to keep the colony going. That we need to ascend before it's too late and we all starve to death." "But that's nonsense!" Ash cried, sitting up straight, Fireflies sliding off of their lap with a grunt. "Did no one read my sustainability proposals?? I have solutions for all of that!! There are enough stores to last two and half year-cycles, and I have plans for when they run out! Purposed organisms, to hunt lizards and other wild creatures in lower altitudes! Factories that could be repurposed into greenhouses and mills! I have everything planned out, and backup plans for if those plans don't work!!" Fireflies grabbed Ash's hands, lowering them and squeezing gently. "I know, I know love, I'm sorry. I trust you. I know you'll keep us all safe. But not everyone has the same faith in you as I do." "I just don't... I've worked so hard..." "I know. I know. I'm so sorry. It's going to be okay." "Should I rewrite my proposals? Make them clearer, make my ideas more palatable? Make sure there's nothing I missed, that I can keep everyone happy and alive and safe and--" "Ash!" Fireflies grasped their hands tighter and yanked their attention to her face, her dark eyes, the small stripes on her snout. "Shhh. It's okay." There was a beat of silence. "Promise me," Ash whispered. "That even if everyone else leaves, that you won't. That you'll stay with me until you can't anymore." Fireflies paused. "I... okay. Yes. I- I won't leave you behind, Ash."

Ash stared at Fireflies before slowly nodding and slumping back against their arm. "Let's... talk about something else. Anything else." Fireflies whispered, snuggling up to Ash's shoulder. "Anything?" "Anything."

Ash thought for a second. "Um. I have a routine maintenance check today? My two remaining mechanics should be going through my structure around now, and will send me any repair orders that need to be executed in the future." "Mmmm. Anything else?" "My overseers have reported 72 yeek sightings over the past 20 cycles." Fireflies chuckled. "That is pretty random." "You said anything."

They laid there for several minutes in silence, enjoying each other's company. Quietly holding each other close. Ash received 17 alerts while they were lying there with Fireflies, of which they all ignored. The only thing more important then this moment would be something completely catastrophic, like a system failure. And the chances of that happening were so slim...

They were beginning to think that Fireflies had fallen asleep when her citizen drone beeped and she sat up with a start. They turned away as Fireflies opened her messages. One of the main rules of their relationship was privacy. Fireflies didn't want Ash peeking through her private conversations and files, and Ash didn't want Fireflies wandering through their memory complexes without permission.

"I. Um. P-probably have to go soon." Ash turned back to Fireflies, and noticed how panicked they looked from reading whatever message they had gotten. "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Uh- yeah. Just... have to go to a meeting. Sort of. It's... complicated. I don't know." Fireflies looked more and more stressed with each passing second. "...Alright. You should probably get going then." "No!! No, I- I have a few more minutes," Fireflies blurted, grabbing Ash's hands again. "...Besides, there's something else I want to do first." "Oh?"

Fireflies pressed her lips to Ash's face. "Oh..." Fireflies laughed, breathily, and wrapped her arms around Ash. "It's been too long since we did anything like this." "Agreed," Ash whispered, burying their hands in Fireflies' hair-tentacles and pulling her forehead against theirs.

Another alert popped up. They dismissed it.

Fireflies made a small noise and pulled Ash even closer, pressing them against her. Her breath was warm and fast on Ash's artificial skin as she frantically whispered, "I love you. I love you so much, Ash. I love--"

- - -

13 Fireflies Amongst Falling Leaves let out a sob as Ash's puppet went limp in her arms. As the chamber lights went out. As the structure around her shuddered and went silent.

She clutched the avatar of the person she loved as the machinery that made up that person deactivated. As the temperature around her started to drop. As Ashes from Above died.

And Fireflies cried.

Her sobs were broken minutes later by a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see Hundreds of Birds Trapped in a Vortex, one of Ash's mechanics... and the ringleader of the shutdown.

Ash had been right in their suspicions. A good portion of people were worried, and wanted to ascend. Almost all of them did, at that point.

Many of the remaining citizens had spent the last hundred cycles working on raising their karma. Slowly packing things away, shutting down factories and machines, desperately trying to avoid Ash's notice. It would break their heart to see them all to leave, the ringleaders had said. It was kindest for them not to know, the ringleaders had said.

Fireflies was told to distract Ash while the mechanics shut down their systems. And here she was, Ash's puppet lying dead in her arms.

She would have stayed. If they hadn't made the decision to kill Ash when they left. She would have stayed with the iterator she loved until the day she died.

She had no choice, now.

"I'm sorry," Vortex whispered. "I'm so sorry, Fireflies. It was the kindest thing we could do." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to standing, Ash's body falling to the ground with a clang. "Come on, we should get going." "I-- but--" "They're in a better place now, Fireflies. Perhaps we will meet them again in the Great Beyond. Come along now." "W-wait."

Fireflies twisted out of his grasp and stumbled over to Ash's body. She knelt down and shakily removed her scarf, wrapping it around their neck. Their hands trembled as they reached up to slide Ash's metallic eyelids shut. She pressed one last kiss to their forehead, choking out a goodbye to unhearing sound sensors.

Fireflies stood back up and walked over to Vortex, who was standing by the main access door.

The rest of the city was waiting in the mines, ready to venture down to the golden ocean at the bottom of the world.

13 Fireflies Amongst Falling Leaves left the puppet chamber of Ashes from Above for the last time.

Goodbye, my love. I'll see you in the Great Beyond.

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

hi! I was meaning to write this on Monday but *gestures vaguely* the week happened. What are you dressing as for Halloween? Would you wear something fun for work/school? If social norms weren't a super annoying thing what would you actually wear if you were to go all out? If you're part of the staying home gang, how do you plan to spend Halloween eve? 😊🎃

sorry to answer this so late !!!!!

i am not dressing up lol, i only remembered today that it was halloween through the tumblr boops thing sjdsjdjs. i am too self conscious to dress up for work / school UNLESS everyone was gonna do it (i just don't want to be the only one basically). i am not a very big fan of halloween so i don't really want to wear any scary dresses; i think pumpkin would be perfect for me, super comfortable and cute not scary !!!!

and i just found out i'm home alone tonight which is the best possible scenario !!!!! so i will probably order some pizza and watch the olivia rodrigo movie hehe

[lloyd283]

I made a Trollhunters asmr idea about Jim gaining PTSD from the other 'timeline' and claire's trying to help him.

Here you go!

[Soft spoken on a rainy night]

Hey, i came down as soon as i could. Jim, is everything okay, or 'crispy'? Can't believe i said that.

(-)

So, i hear you can't sleep recently, can you? Well, whilst i was babysitting enrique, i found methods to help someone sleep or calm themselves in a book. Lovely artwork, isn't it? They worked on enrique, so hopefully i can do the same with you.

[Personal attention, caring]

Jim, you seem dazed, sad and a little tense in your hands. Did Steve punch you again, that brat? I always hoped he'd become a better guy, but only assistance may make that happen.

Right, just going to check your head like your mother does. Yeah, a fever like head and slightly faster heart rate. Everything else seems fine. We can rule out steve. Next is, a, massage. I hate doing this.

Could i check your arms and lower legs please. They are tense. Think of your phone, but the metal is your body. May i remove your jacket for a back and shoulder massage?

"Jim so owes me a massage one day, this is tiring." Not even that?

Wait, i heard you run at night in the forest from your mother, who's concerned. Is it because of your dirty trainers? I know how to shoe shine myself often, given i wear these boots often or in the 90%s of the time, or my trainers for gym class, heck i sleep sometimes in them (s3 e4)

Little fun fact: i had to make my own trainers with specialist help because i didn't like the concept of laces and not being able to lace any up or trainers in general. You could say a forger helped me.

Not even a nose boop? Why can't you tell me what's wrong.

[Claire, I'm remembering a reality which i rewrote and I'm panicking. Forgive me, I'm going outside.]

Jim, wait! Jim, it's slinging it down and I've no umbrella on me as my parents took them for tonight. I'm soaked, your soaked, could you please come inside.

[I know you believe me to be a kind fearless person but this, this is scaring me. In the other reality, i punched steve to protect my friends. I became a Trollhunter and battled trolls and monsters. Enrique was taken, and i risked everything to bring him back. I almost lost you and you almost lost me. My dad abandoned me, so my mentor became my father figure. You had shadow magic that almost killed you, claire but you were fierce and great. Douxie and merlin called you fair, and no one knows who that dress in the muesum belonged to. Toby died defeating a titan and i had to rewrite the story. I'm afraid that despite passing it to toby, it'll all happen again. And i don't want to lose anyone else!]

Jim, your mantle you had made you who you are today. It ain't that far fetched, i thought i remembered things in my dreams. Drew in my book. I love you, here and there, I'd change nothing if i could. Someone once told me, you aren't alone for someone else is feeling like you.

[Kiss]

We're soaked so much, it feels weird, but it feels good kissing you out here. I wouldn't mind kissing a while longer.

[More kissing, passionate in a way] [sitting under porch about 15 minutes later with a baby monitor app on her phone and a blanket covering them. Claire has her head on Jim's shoulder]

[You're the best thing that's happened to me, apart from probably Toby's support.]

Heh. That's about right.

[You're a fantastic girl you know and we're lucky to have each other]

Awwwwww, jim.

[nerdasaurus1200]

For the ask game, #3 and #8 for Cass and Eugene? (not romantic tho ahah)

I am so so so sorry this took so long, anon. I started this and life got in the ay and then the holidays came around. But I finally got around to finishing this! Consider it a late valentines day gift ^_^

3 and 8, "snuggle weather" and "warm soup"

To say Cassandra was exhausted was an understatement. Her ankle was still tender, but the royal medic insisted the cast had to come off today. She didn't see why it mattered, she would still be wheelchair bound for weeks to come. And even worse, there was a terrible storm brewing so she couldn't even spend the evening mapping like she had originally planned. Normally she liked storms; autumn storms were the best. The storms in Corona were freezing thanks to the coastal winds, which made it perfect to snuggle up in a blanket. And she always enjoyed watching the lightning split the sky. Something about it was soothing.

Unfortunately this storm was different. Both Rapunzel and her father were stuck out in it. According to the briefing she was coming back from, Rapunzel had decided evading her security was a good idea and her father had gone after her to make sure she came home safe. Thank goodness she'd put on a pot of lamb stew to simmer before the briefing; she was now far too tired to start cooking. As Cassandra entered her room, she heard Owl ruffle his feathers and give her a soft sleepy hoot in greeting.

"Hey. Go back to sleep for now." She whispered, giving him a boop, "But wake me when the stew's done." Her wheelchair rolled right beside her bed, Cassandra stood up and let herself fall onto the...body??

"Heyyyyy get oooff..." a man's voice whined and Cass jumped back. Instantly, Owl hissed at the intruder as he sat up.

"Fitzherbert." Cassandra snarled, "What the fiddlestick are you doing in my bed???"

"Calm down, Cass, I just woke up, gimme a second." Eugene mumbled tiredly, rubbing his face to wake himself up. After a stretch that was far too long to be real, Eugene finally spoke, "The girls are cleaning my room, and yours is comfier."

"Well they're probably done by now." Cassandra rolled her eyes, "So go nap in your own bed."

"I'd love to, but I'm too tired to walk all that way." Eugene shrugged. Owl snapped his beak at Eugene and puffed his feathers so he looked nearly twice as big. Even though the sight was clearly a display of aggression, Cassandra always found it so adorable.

"Easy, Owl." Cassandra carefully limped over to Owl and stroked his head, "Rapunzel's boyfriend needs his eyes for preening. He preens way more than you do, after all."

Eugene opened his mouth to make a retort back, but then he finally got a good whiff of what was on the fire.

"Ohhh no, Cass!" He scolded, "You know what happens when you cook!" He made a move to "save" the pot, but Cass yanked him back.

"It's lamb stew, Fitzherjerk. For your information it's the one thing I can actually cook. And it's almost done, so don't touch it." She snarked at him.

"Wait, something you can cook? This I gotta taste!" Before Cassandra could stop him, Eugene made a beeline for the pot again and eagerly tasted it.

"Holy moly, this is delicious!" Eugene marveled, "How'd you learn to make this? This is even better than when Mis Claire made it at the orphanage!"

Cassandra blinked in surprise and smiled at him. No one had ever asked about her stew before.

"It's an old family recipe...I think. The secret ingredient is Saporian black pepper." She answered. She leaned over the pot a bit and gave the stew a stir, carefully checking if it was ready.

"You think? What, are you and Cap a little fuzzy on family recipes?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I've been making this since before my Dad found me." She explained, "Mother...my mum...I think she taught me. I remember standing over the pot, with my hands on her wrists as she was stirring."

"That...that sounds nice..." Eugene mumbled.

"It was." Even though Cassandra wasn't looking at Eugene, he could tell that she was smiling sadly. Shoot, his plan was failing! Gotta think of something to avoid missing parents....

"What are you doing?" Cassandra asked when she noticed him rummaging through her shelves.

"Looking for a good book, but all I can find is maps and history stuff." He griped, "Oh my god, of course you're a Seven Dragons fan."

"Hey! That's the best book of all time!" Cassandra defended, giving him a playful glare.

"Oh come on, it's the worst book in the Flynn Rider series! He's barely in it!" He protested, "That's why I only read it once."

"That's because it's Ramona's story, not-" Cassandra began, but then cut herself off, "Wait....you only read it one time?! How long ago?!"

Eugene bit his lip to hide his smirk. He had her right where he wanted her.

"I dunno, like ten years ago, why?" He asked, maintaining the perfect air of nonchalance.

"Oh that's nonsense, we're reading it now. Get in the blanket. But don't get any stew on my bed." Cass instructed. Eugene finally let himself smirk once Cassandra turned her back towards him. She fell for it, hook line and sinker. Hopefully this would be enough to keep her from worrying about Rapunzel and the Captain until they came back.

[ordinaryschmuck]

Good things that happened today:

Found a clip that showed me how funny Abbott Elementary could be. Might watch the full show one day.

Got to pet a dog. A cute little thing that looked like Lady from "Lady and the Tramp." So precious!

Watched the series finale of Agatha All Along. It's...really good. And the whole show itself is surprisingly good too. I would not have expected that, but low and behold the entire thing was a pretty fun ride, becoming a spiritual sequel to WandaVision while still being its own thing and surprisingly being better in...a lot of ways. Plus, that final twist in the end is one of the rare times the modern MCU has shocked me in a way that felt good and satisfying. I can't get over it, as it's up there with Loki as one of the best endings an MCU show had. So...congratulations, Disney+. You now have TWO good MCU shows that stick the landing.

Oh, and they also brought the boops back. I'm gonna boop SO MANY PEOPLE TOMORROW! MWAH-HA-HA-HA!

Good things about me:

I have good tastes in media.

I have good media analysis.

I am a fun person to be around.

I have good ideas for characters.

I enjoy talking about the things that make me happy.

[nervouswrecktm]

the boops have been the best thing to happen to me on tumblr ever. i interacted with people today!