#this movie stresses me out sooo bad

[cthulahoopmp4]

currently just uploading art ive already posed on my instagram :) enjoy some whiplash!

[spurtymcgoo]

trying to think of movies that made me physically nauseous with stress & right now i have Good Time and Climax fighting for the #1 spot

[caitlinclarkluver22]

~Tell Ur Girlfriend ~ C.C ( nsfw mdi)

warnings: light smut, a little bit angst, master baiting , cussing, anger love confession, w/w, consent was given throughout this fic btw, idk i think that’s it

pov: caitlin clark is with her boyfriend, but she just can’t get you off her mind

“ should i tell my boyfriend what ive been doing? been thinking of you. everytime i screw him.”

( btw this is my first ever one shot or wtvv sooo yeaaa 😭 also i js love this song with all of my heart I WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF IT!! i also don’t really know the word count…so please tell me how to do that im kinda dumb, and also don’t mind the switching in point of views, this was kinda a mess!💕)

also blue means flashback, pink are lyrics from the song!

“ fuck caitlin…yea you like that don’t you?”

Caitlin, in fact, did not like that. Her boyfriend had had a difficult and stress filled game tonight, and he needed something to help relieve his anger a bit. Caitlin, being his girlfriend, offered to help.

As caitlin stared longingly at the clock propped up on the bed side table, she awaited for when this was going to end.

“ oh yes- mm such a good girl for me hm?”

Ew. Caitlin didn’t like being called that…unless it was by someone else….no she can’t be thinking of her, that was long ago….right?

“ should i tell my boyfriend what i been doing? been thinking of you, every-time i screw him.”

Her boyfriend, after finishing, was now fast asleep and snoring in bed beside her. But caitlin couldn’t sleep, she could only think of you. She remembered the intimate moment as if it was yesterday….

…the team was having a sleepover, all the girls from the basketball team were there. They all were watching a movie, the fragrance of melted butter popcorn in the air, and the laughter that could be heard even if miles away taking over the atmosphere . You and caitlin had been best friends since high-school, you guys were inseparable.

Although you guys were best friends, everyone knew that you had a severe, but secret, crush on caitlin. and caitlin reciprocated those feelings too.

it was so bad, that even some of the fans had theories about the two of them, wether it’d be that they were secretly dating or even that they were just hooking up. therefore, when caitlin revealed her 3 month secret relationship with her boyfriend…the fans weren’t the only ones who were disappointed.

at the sleepover, everyone had fallen asleep, except for caitlin.

and you of course.

as you attempted to fall asleep, you felt a gentle tap on your back. you turn around to see caitlin with a small mischievous grin plastered on her face.

“ hey, you awake? psst…psst…hey wake up..” , caitlin whispers to you.

“ caitlin im not even asleep, i physically cant. and..what do you want?” , you say slightly irritable since you were so close to dozing off.

“ i don’t know..i just can’t fall asleep. can you?”

“ well not anymore thanks to you” you silently grumbled, sitting up criss crossing your legs.

you and caitlin had chosen the second couch, it was slightly small but they fit just fine. the other girls were on the seats they had chosen while in pairs , sound asleep.

caitlin was already in a sitting position, her legs criss crossed like yours.

“ so why’d you wake me up…?”

“ um just wanted to um-…..okay fine you got me. i don’t know im just bored out of my mind. plus isn’t this a sleepover..? like why is everyone asleep so early?” caitlin rambled .

you couldn’t help but chuckle at this, caitlin always rambled to you about nonsense. i mean of course she did, overall she was your best friend.

but when she rambled, it could also mean that she’s nervous…stressed even.

“ don’t worry cait, it’s okay i’ll stay up a little longer to talk to you if you want “ , you laugh.

caitlin did the cutest grin ever , her deep dimples showing immediately.

“ omg okay thank you so much- i just…idk needed someone to talk to.” she said, her smile fading out into a tiny but noticeable frown.

you sat there, worried.

“ hey you okay cait..?”

“ yea im fine..its just..” , she muttered while looking at her phone, her eyes slightly watering. she turned the phone and showed you what she was stressed about.

on the phone, it was on iMessage , she was texting her boyfriend. he was basically mad at her for “ not telling him” that she was going to the sleepover since he “ needed” her because of his incredible loss. he then proceeded to break up with her, definitely impulsively making decisions due to his anger.

as she continued reading the series of messages, she got more shocked with each message sent. her eyes scanning the screen, getting more angry yet sympathetic the more she read.

“ why would he say that? are you okay?”

are you okay?

those were the three words that made caitlin break. the guard she put up finally shattered as she started uncontrollably sobbing, hugging her best friend tightly.

“ i don’t know, i didn’t do anything wrong. what’s wrong with me…what did i do?” , caitlin sobbed incoherently, tears spilling from her beautiful brown eyes.

all her best friend could do was rub on her back slowly, comforting the athlete.

“ shhh…it’s okay caitlin. i’m here okay? i’m here.”

as those words left your lips, caitlin looked up at the girl, her eyes swollen and glossy.

“ maybe i just need to pay more attention to him, or maybe i just need to dress prettier or-“, she cried, her head hung in her hands now, slightly tugging on her hair due to the amount of stress placed on her.

“ no caitlin. look at me.”

caitlin brought her gaze from her hands to her friends face, gosh she was beautiful.

“ your the best girlfriend he could ask for, if he doesn’t want you to hang out with your friends, then honestly fuck him. he doesn’t deserve you and you deserve better. and i know that might be mean or harsh to say, but it’s true and someone has to finally say it. he’s always controlling your every move and everyone sees it. you don’t look happy anymore. if anything u look drained all the time. i don’t want to see you like that anymore baby. i love you too much to see you suffer like this.”

baby. ugh the pet name she loved to be called by you.

wait. did you say you…loved her? she stared at you, the question threatening to spill from her lips.

“ you love me?”

“ ugh of course i do caitlin! how could you be so blind? i’ve loved you ever since we first met in freshman year. ever since we saw eachother at basketball tryouts. i’ve loved you for so long, and you just keep letting this asshole break your heart over and over again. and i just have to comfort you and myself with the reality of everything. you know how much that hurts? having to live with the realization that you will most likely never love me back? and to think that-“, you were cut off by lips being pressed to hers.

caitlin pressed her lips against yours, hungrily grabbing your hair and pulling you closer, her hot breath mixed with yours.

you kissed back, grabbing onto her lovely hips, pushing her back against the arm of the couch. you straddled her, both of your hands on her face.

with one hand, you slightly pulled on her hair, causing her head to go back, revealing her neck to you. you kissed on her neck, searching for not only the sweet spot , but for the noises you dreamt that she’d make for you.

caitlin then moaned softly as you found the spot that made both you and her weak. after you heard the noise caitlin made, you made sure to concentrate on that one spot, sucking and biting on the place that mattered.

this action had caitlin a mess, her moans and whimpers slowly getting louder by the minute, both of their cores getting hotter and needier for eachother with every kiss they shared.

“ fuck i-i need you…”, caitlin whimpered, her hands grabbing onto your hair, pushing you closer to her exposed neck that was now full of purple hickeys.

“ shh don’t wanna be to loud…hm? be a good girl and stay quiet..”

…..as caitlin remembers the intimate moment, she didn’t take the time to notice her long fingers down her pajama pants, under her panties, slowly rubbing circles onto her now aching clit.

fuck she was close.

as she continued masterbating, she stuck three fingers in herself, moaning at the pleasure. she couldn’t help it. she moaned more at the combination she was feeling, the pleasure of three fingers up her core, while circling her clit at the same time.

as she was caught up in the moment, she moaned your name, a little louder than expected. she didn’t mean to.

as she finally finished on her slender fingers, she opened her eyes, only to see her boyfriend fast asleep and snoring.

it wasn’t until then that she realized how much she really wanted you. no….needed you. all she could do was sigh, lay down, close her eyes and dream about you, her dreams being the only place where her fantasies came true.

“ and if you want me, you gotta put the word in. go tell ur girlfriend, that im ur girlfriend.”

it was now the morning, she woke up with a little stretch looking beside her. right next to her was an empty spot that her boyfriend should’ve been in. then again, he always did this. after sex there was no aftercare or quality time spent together. it was just..well…sex.

she sighed with her head in her hands.

what has she got herself into?

“ cuz i don’t wanna live a lie, lie, lie.”

damn did she miss you. she missed the feeling of you against her neck, your kisses and ur sloppy hickeys. she missed the smell of that damn cherry chapstick, and she missed the sound of your moans that made her go insane.

she had to go see you.

there caitlin was, knocking at your dorm door, room 422, just like she had remembered.

“ coming!”

‘yea you will be coming very soon’, she thought.

you opened the door to see caitlin, she was dressed in a white nike jacket, black shirt under, and matching joggers that replicated the jacket, her hair was pin straight.

“ hey cait, what’s u-“, you got cut off when caitlin pushed her back into the dorm, pinning you against the front door, hands holding your wrists down, definitely going to be bruised later, as caitlin hungrily kissed you.

you moaned at the sudden action, moaning into caitlin’s mouth, only driving her to continue.

“ ugh i’ve missed you…” , caitlin grunted, as she moved her lips against yours, you kissing back even harder than she was.

“ caitlin…ugh…mm…caitilin what about y-your boyfriend..?”

“ ugh i can’t anymore with him, been thinking of you everytime i screw him, i swear.”

“ but what if he finds out? what if he catches us then-“

“ what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“ we were just friends, but then came in cupid. the tension was buildin, we had to pursuit it.”

caitlin was now on top of you, fingers circling your clit. both of you were partly unclothed, the only clothing intact being your panties.

“ fuck caitlin i’m almost there, please.”

“ please what?” , caitlin asked almost teasingly.

“ please just fuck-“, she was saying as there was a knock on the door, a shout coming right after.

“ caitlin! i know your here, your location says so!”

you and caitlin could recognize that voice from anywhere.

it was caitlin’s boyfriend.

well fuck.

“ go tell your girlfriend, that im ur girlfriend”

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OMGGGG I FINISHED IT!! i had literally the hardest time writing this like i legit forgot about it but then i came to a restaurant for a couple hours and my writers block sorta just vanished and i started writing sm.

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO JUST SAY ITTT!! idk if people willl actually like this, it is my first so please don’t judge too much, i tried my best! anyways i hope you caitlin clark fans enjoyed this! have a good day and remember to watch indiana fever tonight at 6:30!

[spence-whore]

Stressful long days

Damien Haas x Reader

AN i lied, i went ahead and finished this little x reader just now. totaallllyyyy not procrastinating working on a final, whaaaaat? couldn’t be meeee. on another note though, this was the first time in almost five years i have written something like this. i actually used to post damien haas imagines on wattpad whenever i was in my senior year of high school. wild. If this is bad, I apologize. I’m kinda rusty. I’m going to try and get some more up asap though! Remember if you have any requests, please send them my way!

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Today has been actual hell. You work in IT at an office and you usually don’t have much to do besides help people here and there. Today, it was like everyone was having problems with the new program that they were all supposed to switch to. You were technically supposed to go home at 5pm but it is now 8pm. You slowly pulled yourself up the steps to your shared apartment with Damien. The only things you could hear around you were others in their apartments, watching TV and faint talking. It was so tempting to just flop down on the step and just take a break but seeing Damien was the reward of pushing yourself up the steps.

“Just a few more steps, Y/N. You can do it.” You whispered to yourself, trudging up the last few steps and grabbing your keys out of your pockets. The sound of little paws booking it to the door thumped from the other side.

“Hi loves!” You just threw your jacket off and dropped to the ground to love on Zelda and Freyja.

“Y/N? Is that you?” Damien’s voice echoed from the living room.

“Nope, just a stranger, breaking in to rob you.” You shouted back while giving the two cats head scratches.

“Ha-ha, you’re just sooo hilarious.” Damien says giggling, while peaking his head around the corner.

“I know, I truly deserve an award for being the funniest.” You just gave him a half assed smile. He could tell from the look on your face and the fact you weren’t roasting him, something was up.

“What’s going on in that little head of yours? Busy day?” He asked while walking towards you and sticking his hand out, to help you up.

“You could say that. Would you maybe wanna just order food and we could relax and watch a movie?” You suggest hoping that he won’t oblige to the request.

“Of course, go change into some comfy clothes and go get on the couch. I’ll get it all set up.” He said with a smile while helping you stand back up.

You took a few minutes to yourself in your bedroom, before getting changed into sweatpants and an old shirt of Damien’s. You took a little bit longer while in the bathroom because you wanted to wash the grime off your face from the day.

You practically threw yourself on the couch and sighed really loudly into the pillow. “Do you wanna talk about it or do you just wanna eat then watch a movie and cuddle?” You hear Damien ask from the doorway. He had a bag that had takeout in it, in his hand.

“I’m just so mentally drained. We started using a new program at work and it did not want to work for absolutely anyone. I was having to delete it and redownload it for so many people today. I didn’t think they would hold me there that long but nope.” You took a really deep breath before turning around onto your back. It felt like tears were starting to well up so quickly in your eyes, one little comment and they would come flooding out. “Will you just come hold me for a few minutes then we can eat? Please?”

Damien didn’t even give you the opportunity to think about everything going on in your head before you were yanked up off the couch into his arms. He was holding you bridal style while you just giggled. “What are you doing, dude?” You asked.

“Uuuuuh, picking up my partner, so I can lay down on the couch and put said partner on top of me. So, I can fulfill their request. You biiiiig dummmmmyyyyy.” He laid back on the couch with you still in his arms then he let you go, so you can get comfortable.

You turned around, on your stomach, so your chin was on his chest and you were looking up at him. “Okay, one, rude. What did we say about name calling?”

He cut you off before you could continue, “We never said anything about name calling because I like picking on you. It’s the way I show my love.” He said while resting his hands on your back and staring down at you.

“Touché and two, I can’t thank you enough for just being so caring. I genuinely don’t know what I would do, if I didn’t have you to come home to.” A smile flooded Damien’s face, as he yanked you up closer to him and he pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

“You would probably go absolutely bonkers, if we’re being honest.” He whispered, giggling whenever you acted offended

You just laid there, tracing your finger alongside the tattoos, trying to not cry. It felt more and more like a damn starting to overflow.

“I’m really proud of you. You have come so far compared to where you were a few years ago. You didn’t think you would even get this position and was terrified about starting your career. You thought your entire college years were going to just go to waste. Look at you now. You have a job, where you are loved. Everyone comes to you whenever they need help, whenever there are many other people they could go to. You are the sunshine in everyone’s day. They know they will never have to deal with someone rude whenever they need assistance. You always keep up this mask like everything is a -okay, so they won’t feel bad for bothering you. I’ve seen you while you’re at work. Maybe, you should see if you can get a day off here soon and we can just lounge around all day.”

You immediately bursted into tears because of his words. You’ll never understand why or how he can put up with you, constantly being so stressed and drained but he does. You couldn’t be more thankful for him.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” He whispered pulling you closer to him and pressed kisses all over your face with dramatic signs in between, trying to draw a laugh from you. “Take a moment to just let it all out then let’s eat because I can hear your stomach growling and it sounds like there is an angry goblin inside of you.”

[lovelykil]

PLEASE more killua relationship hcs (no nsfw) pookie😞

headcanons—

: ➛killua

hc; relationship hcs 💁🏾‍♀️

cw; none

note; ofc (´∀｀*)

matching bracelets !!!! outfits too !!!!!!

he likes choosing the outfits, he's very picky so just let him pick the fit 😭

the bracelets were your idea, he thought it was dumb but as soon as you bought him it he immediately put that thing on.

"I thought you said the bracelets were dumb?" you smile with a brow raise, slipping yours on.

"they are." he fixes his bracelet.

"yeah okay."

"shut up, this doesn't even match the outfit."

"okay take it of–"

"no."

killua isn't the.. I guess ideal boyfriend? LMAO?? like snuggly, cozy warm bf that does infact not have a hard time expressing his feelings.

this is his first relationship, so he doesn't know what to really do tbh, go easy on him.

there will be times when he'll probably hurt your feelings during an argument or just in general.

he doesn't mean to; it usually just slips out and he regrets it immediately when he sees your face change.

he usually teases you alot, but sometimes his not 'meant to be taken to heart' insults get to you, and you do INFACT do take them to heart 😣

he laughs but then realizes your eyes are looking red and glossy

"HUUH? ARE YOU CRYING?!"

"whaat? no.. maybe a.. bit."

"I was just playing! stop crying !.."

"really? seemed like you meant it.."

"NO, oh my god. I'm sorry jeez"

reassurance is a main factor being with him, he overthinks things, trapping himself in this metaphoric box and just ends up going dead silent. Doesn't speak a word till you convince him to speak.

we all know this boy CANNOT communicate so also be gentle with him, he's trying his best to verbally express his emotions.

he's a jealous boy

most arguments like the bad ones are caused by his jealously issues, he even begins to tear up mid argument because the thought of losing you to someone else makes his heart ache. He doesn't want to lose you like Gon, and Alluka you three hold a dearly large space in his heart he doesn't know what he would do if you just left him.

so calming him down and reassuring you would never do such a thing with a sincere voice and a swift grab of his face.

"kil there's no way I'm ever leaving you, someone could hand me a million dollars and I'd still object their proposal. Even if you were to leave me one day.. I'd still love you. Now stop worrying, you'll ruin that pretty face of yours I adore." you kiss him gently then pull away.

he pauses, letting your words relieve his stress and worries as he shyly blushes. but soon he stares at you, his playful blue eyes looking into yours "...so is my face all you like about me?". Your eyes roll, letting go of his face

"of course NOT."

"are you sure what if you just like me because of my looks? and not my personalityy?" he teases, a cat like grin tugging at his lips when he sees you're getting annoyed.

"werent you just crying like seconds ag-"

"NO SHUT UP"

anyway

his love language is quality time that and sharing his choco robots.

he's not big with affection but being in the same room as you whether you're watching a movie, coloring, or just sitting on the bed with your phone in complete silence together, means a lot to his tsundere self.

and also exploring the nature with you, or simply just grabbing a snack at the nearest gas station makes him content, as long as he's around you he's fine.

of course not all the time I mean he has his limits and he's sure you do too, loves his own space in a relationship.

I have this head canon where the main 4 go on road trips every so often in a van all together. Leorio driving, Kurapika in the passenger seat telling him where to go, Gon sitting on the left side of the car, you on the other side, and kil in the middle

you always lean over to tell gon something, pissing killua off and it will be the most dumbest things you say to him.

"gon did you see that bird?"

"ohh gon! oh wait I forgot."

I'm sooo glad I'm not in the middle, right gon?"

"gon"

"gon"

"gonnnnnnnnnnnnn"

"Y/N STOP LEANING OVER ME JUST TO SAY THE MOST STUPIDEST SHIT EVER" the albino finally breaks, looking over at you. A big red tic mark appears on his forehead.

"you know you're not supposed to curse when kurapika is around" you so innocently smile at him, just getting the teen even more worked up.

"fuck kurapika, when we get off I'm going to-"

"MONEY JARR, KILLUA CURSEDD!"

"gon BE QUIET"

sorry I got carried away 😔

you always join the road trips even though killua gets mad at you because of your annoying antics, but when the sun goes down.. the car is silent, gon is fast asleep, leorio and kurapika enjoying the peaceful silence finally, killua on his phone and you resting your head on his shoulder he feels at peace, suddenly forgetting your teasing behavior the past few hours, he looks over at you with a warm smile then turns off his phone to rest his own head on yours.

I feel like in the relationship he likes to be in charge, doesn't like to be submissive. He wants to protect you, and make sure your taken care of before he is.

hes like a guard dog, imitating to others if he's with you, but also such a cutie when he gets embarrassed because he got concerned for your wellbeing and you tease him about that saying,

"you do care about me!"

"yeah whatever, its not like it means I like you or anything."

"we're literally dating"

the way you can tell he loves you is when he says

"you're annoying."

"oh my god, you're so embarrassing.."

I hate you."

or very rare moments he just randomly says

"I love you." then walks away without a word while you're on your phone or doing something.

lets you play with his wild fluffy hair when you're bored.. after convincing him to let you. he huffs, as you braid his hair with a squeal.

if you ever sleep with stuff animals he's soo gonna make fun of you but that smirk fades fast when you don't want to cuddle with him, you would rather hold your plushie than him.

he gets so mad 😭

after what feels like forever you eventually give in to his apology for being an ass and turn over.

"okay but you gotta hold our kid, to make it up." you pass him the stuffed 'child'

"I'm not holding that." he stares at the plushie then you.

"well then we're not cuddling, end of story." you grab back the child. Killua closes his eyes to roll them in their sockets with a low sigh, he grabs the stuff and holds it to his chest.

"alright there, now come here."

"aww you look so cute holding our babyy" you gladly listened to him, shifting closer.

"you're so weird." once he has you in his grasp he smiles, closing his eyes with his made believe child resting between both of you.

omg he's definitely the type of boyfriend to randomly pull up at your window in the middle of the night, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness and slowly reveals himself with his arms crossed.

"you're supposed to be asleep, idiot."

"you're supposed to be at HOME?"

"I guess I missed you or whatever.."

[hauntingkiki]

HIII!!! can i request venture wedding hcs? how would their wedding be like with reader? How would they feel while getting ready?

IM CRYINGGG OMGG

SOMEONE PLEASE REQUEST A WEDDING ONESHOT SO I HAVE AN EXCUSE TO WRITE IT🙏🏻

Venture x Reader Wedding Headcanons

OverWatch

2nd POV

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- let’s just start this off by saying; BABY IS STRESSING OUTTT!!

- they’re about to marry their best friend. YOU! the most BEAUTIFUL GIRL/PERSON IN THE WHOLE WORLD

- when they’re changing into their suit/with their groomsmen (a few guy colleagues and some of their guy family members) sloan is getting pep talks and words of encouragement from everyone in that room. not a single bad vibe is in the room!

- wedding theme!: whatever you want it to be. a classic, white wedding? you got it! gothic/vampire? hell yeah!

- ^ but! with your choice of theme; sloan also has some huge crystals (that match the theme ofc) that they’ve gotten from expeditions for table decoration!

- the location was kinda on sloan, they picked where they wanted to have the wedding BUT! they made sure YOU were okay with it before making it the finalized decision. if you didn’t like the location, don’t worry! they have like A MILLION MORE

- everyone in both of your families helped pay for the wedding (if needed), like your parents paid for your dress/suit and sloan’s parents paid for their suit

- when they were at the alter, they were sooo nervous, their hands playing with the rings on their fingers and the bracelets that were around their wrists to calm their nerves

- but when you walked down the isle with your father/father figure, all their nerves just melted away.

- you looked so GOOD in their eyes! their heart was racing, their eyes got watery, their face got hot (they cried) (you did too)

- your vows were pretty standard (if there’s spanish vows then yall did that too!)

- but when yall had your first kiss; you know this sucker dipped you into the kiss, twirling you like in those cheesy romance movies (LIKE IN TANGLED AT THE END)

- and now the reception.

- for the food a verity of sloan’s family meals and your family meals, most of them being hand made to avoid a lot of cost

- alcohol/champagne obviously. all the adults are either drunk asf or tipsy (if you have family who smokes/does drugs, it’s totally up to you if you want that in your environment!! i will not be saying anything about that because it’s very different for everyone)

- the younger kids who can’t drink get something fizzy! like apple cider or something!

- father daughter/mother son dance to whatever song you’d like:)

- sloan did a mother-child(son) dance to songbird by fleetwood mac OR mi cariñito by pepe aguilar

- first dance! sloan could not stop smiling like a fucking idiot, they were SO IN LOVEEE

- you both shed a few tears during the dance (and through the night)

- you two slow danced to (options because i can’t pick)

i only have i eyes for by the flamingos

unchained melody by elvis presley

here, there and everywhere by the beatles

bring it on home to me by sam cooke

amor eterno by rocío dúrcal

- everyone was BAWLING THEIR EYES OUT

- then the music played for the dance floor and it was some great songs! like;

september, earth wind and fire

i wanna dance with somebody, whitney houston

how sweet it is, james taylor

something stupid, frank n nancy sinatra

crazy in love, beyoncé

uptown girl, billy joel

rude, magic!

every little thing she does is magic, the police

and obviously some other songs!

- (FOR THE GIRLS/PEOPLE WEARING DRESSES) yall know the garter toss? where the groom goes under the brides dress to get it off all ‘sexy’ with the most embarrassing song on the planet while your family watched?

- yeah. yall did that.

- obviously with no littles present (14 and younger went somewhere else while this was happening)

- the song? pick your poison

get low, lil jon & the east side boyz

yeah!, usher

earned it, the weekend

let’s get it on, marvin gaye

grind with me, pretty ricky



- ^ COMPLETELY RANDOM, I WAS LOOKING FOR SONGS FOR THE GARTER TOSS AND THE PINK PANTHER THEME STARTED PLAYING…AND WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS BY QUEEN I CANT

- sloan definitely used their teeth to take it off, probably also got a little carried away too; kissing your legs and running their hands up and down before snapping back to reality when their mother literally SCREAMED at them for being under your dress for almost 5 minutes

- after the wedding, the two of you got to your hotel/air bnb and just relaxed, got out of your fancy outfits, took makeup off, showered (together LMAO) and just got comfy!

- you both just kind of talked about the night and what you wanted in the future and other things:)

- let’s just say you two didn’t get a lot of sleep afterwards😳

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did i just write this all in one sitting? yes. yes i did.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE I LOVED IT!!

would you guys be interested if i made a wedding playlist for the (hypothetical) oneshot?😳

[aurorawritestoescape]

Get to know your moots

Thank you for the tags, lovelies @milla-frenchy @tateypots @toxicanonymity @sunshineispunk @itwasntimethatdidit40 @sawymredfox @iamasaddie @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk 😘 I loved reading your answers, friends, you’re all so amazing and cool, I don’t deserve you😍 I know I’m horribly late, I’ve been shy tbh, but I decided to play and I’m bringing you cats to make my yapping more entertaining😽

What's the origin of your blog title? I came up with it in 5 seconds bc my Libra ass needs to do something fast otherwise I’d never make a decision. The name Aurora just came to me, I think it’s beautiful, and the ‘writestoescape’ part is why I’m here, in the delulu land

OTP(s) + Shipname: me and Joel, me and Javi, me and Frankie and every other Pedro boy except for Max Lord yuck!

Favourite colour: all shades of pink under the sun

Favourite game: Overwatch. I haven’t played in a hot minute but I love it.

Song stuck in your head: timezone by Måneskin

Weirdest habit/trait? I love talking to myself. It helps me to reflect on situations. Or I just make myself laugh.

Hobbies: writing, reading, drawing, tumblr-ing, making moodboards and edits on Canva.

If you work, what's your profession? teacher

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? I wish not to work but to leisure, write, read and be silly.

Something you're good at: letting things go, listening

Something you're bad at: doing anything under stress, staying cool when ppl get on my nerves

Something you love: my family, my friends

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: Joel Miller, fanfiction, myself lol but tbh I’m not a big talker

Something you hate: that would be a long list bc I can complain about anything at any given moment lol but let’s say rude ppl, disrespect, small talk, entitlement, cold weather, phone/app interface updates, red footwear on men

Something you collect: unfinished wips ahah *cries I don't collect anything but I noticed that when I see a cute, fun toy for my kid, I need to buy it for her us and we have so many now, it’s a problem

Something you forget: to drink water, the importance of sleep

What's your love language? quality time

Favourite movie/show: I’m a tv show girlie, and there’re so many that I love but let’s go with friends, community, the last of us, the office, parks and rec, you, midnight mass

Favourite food: pasta, lasagna, pizza, all Italian food actually and tom yum

Favourite animal: all baby animals, they’re sooo cute.

What were you like as a child? Shy, quiet, stubborn, manipulative

Favourite subject at school? literature

Least favorite subject? maths

What's your best character trait? I’m reliable and funny in my opinion

What's your worst character trait? I’m egoistic, short tempered and can say a lot of bad stuff that makes me feel guilty afterwards. Also I’m grumpy af.

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? I’d sleep for three hours longer in the mornings, spend my days in the sun and have no worries at all.

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? I’d love to meet my grandparents and my parents to see what they were like when they were younger

Recommend one of your favourite fanfics (spread the love!): check out the tag #fic rec🔥on my blog to see what stories I loved but I cannot not mention my man, my love, my everything Nightwalks Joel by @toxicanonymity ❤️ I’d say go read the series NOW but I’m a jealous girlie and he’s MINE!! / kidding, I recommend it so so much!!🥵😍🤤🤤🤤

Tagging you🫵 if by any chance you haven’t done it yet

[msperfect777]

big sister talks : chapter 2

1. if you care about what other ppl think of you, ur wasting ur life

spending time worrying about what other ppl think when they look at you is sooo useless. you are creating imaginary and false ideas of urself thro others. you walk past a group of ppl and you immediately become voice insecurities to yourself. who even are those ppl? they are nothing compared to you. thinking that their “prettier” or “richer” or “smarter” is stupid asf bc all those are just society aspects that are false. there is no such thing as being prettier than blah blah blah. you are you just like she is she and he is he and they are they. we are all our own ppl so why waste time thinking ur less than in other ppl’s eyes? spend that time telling urself how valuable you are. realize that insecurities arent real. theres literally nothing wrong with you. you are perfect period. society may tell you that you arent but who tf are they? you wanna stick to a victim mindset or you wanna be accurate in knowing you are already perfect?

you cant spend all your life worrying about what others think of you. stop being goofy and know that the only opinion that matters is you. focus on the thing that rly matters: you. love urself bc ur the one that will never leave ur side.

recovery tips: dance in front of the mirror naked while listening to your favorite song. notice how perfect your body is. the thought that ur ugly is the same as the thought of your pretty. theres no difference right? so now you know how much of a waste of time it is to think you arent perfect.

think about how the ppl you think are thinking bad about you are a bunch of nobodies. do you think they care about those insecurities you think you have? no. so why would you care and stress about their useless opinions. notice how those thoughts are coming from you. those thoughts say that they are staring at you and that they think you look weird. thoughts arent real🤡. all this is an illusion. so enjoy the ride and dont get caught up in useless little things like thoughts and other random ppl. enjoy yourself bc you can.

2. dont waste your time on male validation

as a female in this society, we are expected to look up to men and please them…first of all.. look at what a beauty you are. you rly think a beautiful being like you would have to worry about pleasing others, especially men?? nahhh. never. remember that that little part of you that feels the need to impress men is just a result of this society. forget about it. the only one you need to impress is you.

recovery tips: know that you are a powerful limitless being. never accept impressing others. your so high up that ppl have to impress you. its never the opposite. listen to bad bitch edit audios. watch iconic 2000s movies. realize that you are the main character. why would a queen and a main character focus on impressing ppl that are already below her??… exactly.

3. be spontaneous and free

go out for a damn walk in the park or wherever. dont even worry about where your going. just walk. just enjoy the moment. get tf off the phone and take some fucking sun. for all my beautiful black angels, we all know that our afros grow towards the sun. you notice how when ppl start to get locs, they get thicker like a tree branch? while afros grow like a tree itself. we are nature. go out to the sun and let it bless your beautiful melanated skin and incredible afro hair. for everyone now: go have fun in the sun. humans are not meant to stay at home all day on they phone like stop being stupid and take a walk wherever.

dont worry and dont plan. just do and it will be exciting believe me.

4. love your beautiful black hair.

when i was little, i didnt know how to take care of my pretty type 4 hair bc my mom didnt have the same hair type as me. i would always look at the girls with straight hair or loose curls and wonder why i dont have that hair type. now im in love with my hair bc i learned to take care of it. the tight curls, the way i can put it in twists or cornrows or leave it in an afro. my hair is so versatile! theres no way i cant love it. idc if ppl call ur hair “difficult” or “too hard” or “ugly”… thats bc they will never know what its like having perfect hair like this. they could neva compare and thats a fact. it took me years to love my hair and i wish all little black babies grow up to know how perfect they hair is.

black barbie hair tips:

get a moisturizing shampoo and deep conditioner. i recommend companies like shea moisture, mielle organics, camille rose naturals, kinky-curly, and there are more just research and try which ever works for your hair

soak your hair in warm water and massage your scalp. use your shampoo and scrub with your finger tips not your finger nails (or else you can get cuts). shampoo 2-3 times.

put ur deep conditioner and when you detangle ur hair, use your fingers and detangle in small sections. do not use a small comb. use a wide tooth comb if you want. then, you can put ur hair in twists and put a cap on or steam it in the shower so that the deep conditioner moisturizes your hair.

rinse and use a moisturizing cream / leave in conditioner and put it on ur hair in sections and comb thro. do big or mini twists to lock in product.

when you have on an afro, do not pick your curls and pull it. this can cause breakage and split ends. when you have twists on, water your beautiful hair with water and some product in a spray bottle everyday / few times a week. think of your hair like a plant, you have to water and care for it.

when you take out your twist of any other protective styles, take your time to reduce breakage. and its better to detangle hair when it has conditioner in it. try using pre-shampoo when detangling dry hair.

spend time understanding your hair. thats how special it is. love it bc its raw black beauty.

everyones hair is different so what i do for my hair and the products i use will not always work you. research your hair porosity and hair types. a hair care journey starts off messy at times but the more it lasts, the easier it gets. you can start off hating your hair but you will soon realize how much of a perfect prize it is 💋

© msperfect777

[mariclerc]

I just came across your page after reading Antoine Griezmann's fic. And i really enjoyed the one you did and would love to see more abt him, so could you please write a fake dating like he's invited to a wedding and convince her to be his date and he realises that he actually likes her for real so he aske her out on real date

Thank you very much for this request!!! I find this topic quite funny and amusing. I hope you like it 🥰

Fake it till you make it | ag7

Summary: when you are in a fake relationship and eventually you and him explode. Warnings: none, just fluff i guess.

This thing of being in a kind of fake relationship has brought good things and, at the same time, bad things... Like, for example, you sometimes can't stand your designated "partner." And it's not because he's not a nice guy, because he really is a nice guy, like, he does his best to treat you like you deserve no matter what, no matter if he's also tired of this circus or the press, he treats you like such a gentleman, but it's totally unnecessary to fake something for mere publicity, at least in your opinion.

The publicity was good, you're not going to complain, especially for you who are an emerging model and you need this status of being in a relationship to attract the media attention... And what better way to do that than to go out with a famous footballer like Antoine Griezmann... It's not like he needed the publicity, but he accepted to be part of this kind of circus anyway.

Now, moving to the present, you are at his apartment, he's looking a little bit stressed and he's pacing across the living room like a mad man while you are lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone.

You look up at him, a little bit bored. “Another wedding? Really, Griezmann?”

He stopped pacing, exasperated. “Hey, it's good for our image... And, besides, I couldn’t think of anyone else to bring.” He says while scratching the back of his neck.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. The golden boy needs his arm candy, how funny is that?”

“It’s not like that, you know how it is... The fans, the press...” he said defensively.

You sighed. “I know, I know, the whole fake relationship charade, I get it clearly.”

A moment of silence passes between the two of you as you stare at each other.

He sighed softly. “Look, I'm sorry... I know this is all a mess.”

You shrugged. “It's fine I guess.” you replied. “At least we're good at pretending for the cameras and stuff.”

Antoine walks over to the couch and sits beside you, taking your hand. “I wish it was real.”

You sighed softly. “Me too griz, me too.”

You two share a moment of awkward silence before bursting out laughing. One good thing about this whole farce is that you and him, despite everything, have a lot of fun and it's strange because you're "supposed" to hate each other... When in reality he is super kind to you and considerate and, in a way, you are like that with him too.

“Well, at least we can laugh and make fun about it.” you say while wiping away tears of laughing.

He smiled widely. “Yeah, we have each other to complain about this whole circus.”

You two relax, a comfortable silence settling between you two.

***

A couple of weeks later you finally attend the wedding. A grand, opulent wedding reception hall... The soft, romantic lighting adding a warm touch to the ambience of the party. Upbeat music fills the air, you and Antoine are on the dance floor, lost in the moment. Luckily for you two there weren't many people "interested" in your relationship, which was fine.

“Can you believe we're actually having fun? It's sooo cool!” He drawls while smiling, looking into your eyes. His blue eyes look so beautiful under the soft light of the hall, he looks like a real life prince, literally out of a Disney movie.

You laugh softly. “I know, right? Who would've thought!” You say while you dance and move your hair to the rhythm of the music.

You two continue to dance in a silly and funny way, the chemistry between the two of you is palpable in the room, well at least for the two of you it is. Suddenly, a slower song starts playing, echoing in the great hall, and Antoine pulls you closer to him. You blush, not knowing how to react to his closeness.

“You know? You look so stunning tonight.” he smiled softly at you. “Like a princess!” he whispered softly on your ear.

You blush subtly at his words. “Tha... Thank you! You don't look too bad yourself, Anto.” you replied softly.

You two shared a tender moment, your eyes locked into each others.

“You know, I've been thinking lately... about us.” he says hesitantly.

“About us?” you asked curiously.

He sighed. “Yeah, I mean, this whole fake relationship thing... it's been... complicated, I know it's tiring for both of us. But I'm sure that there's something real between us.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Griezmann... You're drunk, you know that?” you laugh nervously.

He rise up a brow, looking serious. “I'm a hundred percent sure that I'm completely sober, chérie.” he smiles tenderly at you, it's the first time he gives you a nickname, and it's... so cute coming from him. “I like you... A lot!” (darling)

You're speechless, your mind is racing. While it is true that you have had to fake a relationship for a couple of months, the reality is that you feel a certain attraction towards him and it is inevitable.

He takes a deep breath. “I know this is sudden, but I'd like to take you on a real date... A real one, just us.” he smiles. “We can be silly together and have fun, maybe we can just eat junk food at my place and stuff.” he giggles softly, oh boy, he's so adorable.

You look into his eyes, your heart pounding on your chest, your cheeks blush hard. “I think I'd like that!” you smile at him. “Being silly sounds like a good idea... Very suitable for us!” you giggled back at him.

Antoine smiles, relief washing over him. He pulls you in for a gentle and soft kiss... A kiss that, perhaps a couple of months ago, you didn't see coming, but that now feels so good and so right and good, everything feels meant to be.

You and Antoine pull away from the kiss, your faces flushed, your cheeks are burning red and his eyes sparkle so bright, it's such a cute scene.

“I think that just sealed the deal, chérie.” he smiles widely at you. (darling)

You giggled nervously. “I guess it did.” you two shared a tender look.

He intertwines your hand with his. “So, it's a real date, huh?”

You nod at the sight of your interwined hands. “Yup, it's a real date!” you giggled again.

You two smile, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. As the music picks up again, Antoine pulls you back onto the dance floor, his arm around your waist while you lean your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes, a sense of contentment washing over you.

The rest of the evening is a blur of laughter, dancing, stolen glances and even a few kisses between the two of you. You both feel a newfound connection, a spark that ignites something special and sincere.

itsynuser

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yourbff NO WAY‼️🫢 so the fake thing it's not fake anymore?!? 🫣

rodridepaul se veía venir 👀👀👀 (it was seen coming)

itsynuser shhhhh, you didn't see that coming 🔪

marcosllorente era inevitable 🤷🏻‍♂️ (it was inevitable)

itsynuser i hate you both 😠

mad4yu aww, I'm gonna cry 😭

itsynuser noooo yu 😭😭 don't cry

user1 it can not be true 🫢🫢🫢

koke6 cuando es la boda? 👉🏻👈🏻 (when is the wedding?)

antogriezmann eh? 🧍🏼🤨

itsynuser wtf are you talking about 🤨🤨 koke6

antogriezmann i love you so much mon petit soleil 🥰🥰🤍 (my little sunshine)

itsynuser okay okay now i'm crying 🥺😭 i love you too mon prince❤️🤍 (my prince)

antogriezmann noooo, don't cry amour 🥺🥺❤️

user2 omg they're the cutest!!! 🥺🥺

[akzgaj-writing]

How to write an INFP (Guide written by the INFP)

I decided share with my observations, toughts and opinions about an INFP. There's in internet a lot of memes/prompts/other things about this character but it's often stereopical. Sooo, I want to share something form me – hope that it would help for creating an INFP character well.

Contents by @akzgaj-writing

Prompts:

We are not a crybabies. For example: if a lot of people watch emotional movie (for example Titanic) and cry on this, the INFP often rolls the eyes and moan or think something like that: "Maybe I'm heartless? Or maybe they are pretending? Or maybe is something wrong with me? Or maybe this move is boring?" We will cry faster becouse of a trampled flower, a burnt meadow, a dewastated ancient building – or just becouse of seeing a rainbow in the sky or shining dew.

In the other hand, an broken or unhealthy INFP can cry often, but also can be rude and passive.

Honestly, the INFP have stoic and often emotionless face – you never will discover what real happen behind this mask. I often hear: "Why are you never smiling?" Or "Something happend?"

We overthinking. Too much. We are overhelmed by thoughts.

Ah, we love to think. INFP is not a mindless hippie. We have an analítical mind and we love to analyze everything and everyone – even out of boredom or curiosity.

INFP knows how to copy* other people's behavior, other people's point of view, and is able to get into someone else's shoes – we don't* do it for any evil purpose – just becouse out of curiosity and the desire to understand something. We are good actores and we are flexible but we are not fake – we don't pretend anything to everyone.

We have strong morals. We believe in one truth, and a healthy INFP believes (or want to belive – if is unhealthy or broken) in that, is the good and the evil in the world – there's not a gray zone. You are on one side – you are good, or you are evil – the good cannot do evil, and the evil cannot do good. This is example of thinking of an INFP.

Oh, and we not understand or rather – we despise people who change their values and views depending on the situation. Even if we disagree with someone's worldview, we understand that someone has reasons for having such a point of view. But when someone changes everything to please someone else or do it for money – an INFP despises this person but won't show this (or will show this in bad day).

INFP will defend their opinions and values to death (of themselves or someone :')

Adult INFP often or rather, always (but not always in everyone) will lost faith in humanity – but don't they say it – or like me, will show this for everyone ;) laughing is the best cure for broken heart.

We love to dream! INFP like to dream about a better world or want to escape from this world to their world – for various reasons: boredom, tiredness, a desire to escape from troubles and stress, or to rest. But most often is it becouse we quickly lose interest in the gray world and look for another one – one that will have our values.

INFP is cute and sweet type or dark and badass. Or can be both.

We are sensitive but we don't like to show it becouse we are afraid of being mocked. For this reason, we do not want to share our dreams and desires that we keep deep inside. If we're talking about it, we talk to someone that we trust very much.

Anyway, the INFP can sometimes, depending on emotions or situations, be cold and insensitive.

We are introvertics but if in the front of people who we likes, we turned into extravertics and talks and laughs a lot.

We want and we love to help for people who we love.

We want to show a warm feelings to people, and we envy other extroverts for thier social skills, but at the same time we are reserved and cold. Yet we are soft inside.

INFPs often blame themselves for simple things, falls and failures, accusing themselves of being too sensitive and moral. But we are also proud of having our own ideals and morality, at the same time.

INFP can be out going, playful and adaptable.

In the other hand, the INFP sometimes in bad times can be rude, stubborn (in this case some INFP can be proud of this), proud and ironic.

We love deep talks and we hate small talks – the INFP feels in this last one very awkward and want to disapear.

We isolate from others becouse we are tired and we need rest. We like quiet places.

INFP is very idealistic type – try be better version of themselves and want do good for the world. But often do small but big things for the family or the friends. We don't like big attentions (sometimes – we like to get praise but not very attentional, becouse feel awkward).

INFP is an artistic soul – draws, write, decores etc. – likes manual or intelectual work. We like people who like this too.

INFP often in their writing or drawing, show their values or opinions.

INFP often think that maybe is the INFJ or even the INTJ – becouse of their analitical mind and often cold nature, it's easy make mistake and be confuse.

We take everything too much personally.

INFP outside looks stubborn, cold, proud and passive.

INFP is loyal and wants the same from others.

INFP love and dream about old fashion romance. Often like dominant types (but healthy dominant – but it is subjective and everyone has their own taste).

I will write other post about love between INFP and the other's MBTI.

[cosmicourple]

lmao, I have an idea for desperate Scogan shippers who feel left out after the D&W movie 😋

edit: get ready, cause I bash off a lot of fucking walls AKA get sidetracked. Badly.

So uh— 💥boosh💥💥💥 it’s like- X-men 97/movieverse based & some child/younger character who Logan or Scott are very close to (ima’ make it baby Nathan here) has been either snatched up by some interdimensional force or just the T.V.A felt a little too silly, sent some trigger happy arseholes to look at the timeline, pruned them (the child) like a fucking weed, so either way, all three of them end up the Voidtm & Scott + Logan have to go find & save the kid.

so yeah, these idiots are running around, going along their ~merry~ way while bickering & being petty to each other until, by one way or another, someone reaches their boiling point. (Preferably, I’d want it to be Scott bc character’s-composure-breaks arc my beloved 😛🤌❤️) Which means:

✨Honda Odyssey scene✨

(& for the people who are prolly like “wait, how would we image the rawness of that scene if Scott doesn’t have insane abilities like Deadpool????” And to that I go: idk either image them mid-fight being like “uuuuh- this is gonna get bad sooo- safeword?????” or maybe just make up that earlier -whether before the kidnapping or just a bit 🤏 before the Void- Scott got hit with a (convenient) macguffin that fundamentally gave him the same powers AKA regeneration abilities as Wade & by the time him & Logan are in the Voidtm, he’s still trying to figure out how tf to get used to this, just thinking: “HOW THE FUCK DOES LOGAN LIVE LIKE THIS????????!?!??!?????” & when the blessed in-the-Honda✨✨ bit happens, it’s just a bit more vile & also just waaay more morbidly kinky (exc Logan stabs Scott violently in the stomach & -without thinking about it- fucking pulls out with some guts stringing loose, for second is like “oh fuck, that was way to much & Scott is definitely not gonna cope with that well”, only for Scott to laugh manically, shove Logan’s head into the back of the front & say (very deliriously with a shittonne of blood leaking out his nose & mouth (😫*no 🔫🔫*) “come here and do your worst, WOLVERINE“ cut to copious amounts of stabbing, bleeding, rage, extreme screaming, laugher (mostly from a off-the-walls Cyclops) & by the end, some VERY questionable (but still “stress releasing” for those two so ig maybe it’s good?? For them?????? :DDD) noises lol (mostly just them both (*COUGH* *COUGH* SCOTT *EGGMAN DYING NOISES*) saying things like: “show me what your REALLY are” + “come here you little- *gets violently lasered uwu*)))

I’m normal. And a very neat & tidy writer I swear :’3 ✨✨✨🌸💖✨🌸😭💥💥✨

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Hi! Just want to vent out about this all happening om CE. Personally, i like watching CE's movies when he started being famous as Captain America. I dont search or read regarding his personal life and relationships. What makes me follow this is what is this PR stuff and why do all or just some went gaga over his relationship with abba. He wouldnt have said laser-focused on finding a partner when in reality he have already a partner to which we know is it really true. Come on, Chris if you love her, you shouldnt act that way like you're forced to do the papwalk and holding her hand. Like you cant wait for this to be over. To people calling CE names and such stuff, you should already stop. We might be mad and disappointed in CE regarding his relationship to 🐟 but in the end, it's still his decision. It's not easy to be a celebrity and you'll never know what CE been through in his career coz we dont know him personally. It is also not nice to wish someone dead from what i have heard. All of us wish something bad to people we dont like but thinking bad things can only give you stress and highblood pressure.😆

Aside from that, if ever CE would explain why he did this, would people understand why he have to do this? No, they will not. They cant, wont or will not understand why because it is not according to their justification. It's tiring to explain yourself again and again and you dont get the point you want to explain. I doubt CE will tell why coz people wont understand him. Why dont they put their shoes in CE's shoes so that you'll know whats it like to be him. As for 🐟, you left a bad taste in our mouth when you start having a relationship with CE (if that is even real🙄) and even being a racist as a celebrity is sooo baaaad. It will take awhile before that taste will be gone. Editing pictures as if you are there is 🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮.

Haters go somewhere else to vent yourself somewhere else coz this is not the right place for you. Wouldnt it be a very big slap on your damned faces when you realize 🐟 is not CE's one true love you ever hoped for? Cant wait for that day to come.

That's honestly one of my hopes, An🫶n...

That this finally ends, and Chris is free to fall for his One.

Or the girl before the One. Anyone's better than Albitch, honestly. 😆

And I love everything about this Rant. It's really everything, and I can relate to it too. So, thank you, N🫶nnie.

Even if it'll be a long while before this PR thing with Chris and Alabama will be over, I eagerly await it. Let's just sit tight 😌

[voidsuites]

i’m taking a gap year from school rn and it’s all consisted of me working + watching an abnormal amount of movies + getting back into my hobbies and this is just…so fulfilling. yesterday i made a pumpkin sheet cake with cream cheese frosting and it was so yummy and it’s just like “wow look at the thing i made with my hands because i didn’t have a lab report to do”

i used to wanna write fanfiction SOOO bad but only wanted to write dialogue or blurbs and now i’m micro-dosing that by writing the little example text thingies for bots. i made carmen public for maybe a week and i came back to see how he was doing and his characterization was off (ruined dare i say) and i spent my lunch break just working on that and once again…look what i did when i didn’t have the pressure of 20 assignments behind me.

so now i’m hoping i can find a very very rich spouse who wants nothing more to see me happy so i can get my degree on my own time and also just do my hobbies.

- 🥧

mmm pumpkin sheet cake with cream cheese frosting 😋 that sounds so delish. i cannot cook/bake to save my life but my mom is like the best chef ever so i just mooch off everything she makes LOL

i still need to figure out if i’m taking a gap year or not after this year of school just bc i do not know what i want to do. i def need a master’s if i wanna do anything in the psych field but it’s just all stressing me out. my little brain can’t handle it 😔 lol. if you do find a rich spouse please let me know where you find them bc i’m in the market as well haha

[auroradiation]

I'm so sorry about the harassment you're getting on twitter. These people really must not have problems to get so upset over some drawings. Your art is lovely and they're jealous and full of hate.

I have seen a few posts going around calling for you to get mass reported so please do take care. Maybe consider locking your twitter for a while to deter the trolls. You don't deserve any of it and I'd hate to see you get suspended over this hate campaign.

If someone could spend this much effort to write fanfic for my ship I would have an endless list of fanfic to read!!!

Sorry, it's just that when I first got into the Terminator fandom I thought hey this is a very popular American movie franchise! I bet there are tons of food to enjoy and a lot of friends to meet!

And it turned out to be one of the most barren fandoms I have been to.

But it's ok. I can draw fanart myself. I have lots of good ideas and I know I can draw very well. I don't care how many notes or likes my post will get either. I love these characters and I have never expected to gain any attention from doing fanart.

I was so happy! Even if no one cared about the art in which I had poured my heart and soul. I spent 40 hours on that John, Sarah, and T800 driving on a car illustration you know. What if no one liked it! I gave a part of myself to the things I'm passionate about, which was rewarding enough.

Until some stupid doodles of dogear and boots went viral, and the wrath of X rained down on me. How was I supposed to know this is the stuff X people are into?

The worst part for me is that people still don't seem to care about the characters I draw! Everyone in the retweets is like "Me n who" or "This is sooo *ship name* coded." The ones who accuse me don't really care about John too, otherwise they would be canceling Dark Fate for brutally murdering him and showing his bleeding corpse on the big screen.

I mean I probably wouldn't feel so bad if Terminator were a really prosperous fandom that had a lot of fan discussions and content, better if someone would ship John and T800 with me. But no, I'm starving here and a mob is tearing down my door while I'm trying to cook some food for myself. It's just so unfair.

Anyway, sorry for venting so much. It has been a stressful week. Thank you for telling me about what's going on. I didn't know you could lock your account before. I hope this will save my account.

[texas-writes]

Lovefool

Smut, dilfs, best friends hot dad trope

A soft trembling moan falls from your lips as your hips bang into the rosewood desk he has you bent over as each well-paced thrust lands deep within you. His whole body is warm and firm as he holds you close, squeezing you affectionately while you drown in the heavy scent of sex and his cologne. The sharp nips of his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck is a welcome pain, adding to the sensations overtaking your body. His arm across your chest pulls you flush against his chest as he leans closer to the desk, seeking a deeper angle within you. Moans tumble continuously from your lips, your mind too hazy to form words. You’re so close, god you’re so close. You push your hips back into him-

“Hey, hey, y/n- wake up.” You groan and roll over to face Jolyne. Your body is sweaty and your cheeks flushed with amor and embarrassment. “You were, you were uh, havin’ quite the dream from the sound of it.” “And I woke you up?” It’s dark, you can't see her, she can’t see you. That little bit of knowledge is the only thing keeping you from bursting into tears at the moment. “Yeah, no worries though, it happens to everyone. Soooo, who was it about.” “Don’t remember,” you lie, ‘God this is terrible,’ you think, rolling out of bed and heading towards the door. “Come on, dream like that you gotta remember who it was. I have dreams like that about Tom Cruise sometimes. Remember when he was in that vampire movie? Sooo fuckin’ sexy. Where you goin?” “To take a shower Jo, I’m horny and embarrassed,” you snap, closing the door behind you.

You lean against the door and let out a silent sob, clapping your hand over your mouth to silence any possible noise you could make. You’d die if your best friend found out you had a wet dream about her dad in her bed of all places. Fuck what was wrong with you? Even if you did fuck him, which you wouldn't, even though you were an adult, and it was legal sure, was it moral? You knew Jotaro held morals over the law. He’d kill a man if it was the right thing to do, hell, you were pretty sure he had killed a man. “I can’t just stand in the hall like this, what if he comes out? What if I look weird? What if I smell weird?” ‘Just go shower, jack off a little, go back to bed, and apologize to Jolyne for being a dick when she wakes up.’ Easy Peasy.

It was in fact, not easy peasy.

The shower knobs were squeaky as hell, most likely because it was two in the morning and the only sound in the whole house, but still loud as hell regardless. You couldn’t get the water temperature adjusted, either burning or freezing you. You eventually decided hot was better than cold, it was bad enough you were busting a nut in their shower, the water bill didn’t need to be extravagant on top of that. Then it took you forever to get into your groove, almost certainly because of stress and embarrassment, and when you finally did, you couldn’t seem to shut up. Biting the back of your hand to silence your moans as you rode your fingers, you finally managed to get yourself to the edge. You came with a high-pitched whine, biting down on your hand hard enough to break the skin and slipping, narrowly catching yourself on the towel rack, but not before slamming your whole body weight against the back wall of the shower. The color drains from your face as you realize that Jotaro’s room is on the other side of said wall. ‘Oh god, he has PTSD, oh fuck he's gonna panic and kill me. I’m naked, shit. It's all over now.’ The door never slams open, and you’re left alive. Maybe he didn't hear it. You turn the shower off as quietly as possible and step out, toweling off and dressing before heading back to Jolyne’s room.

When you go crawl into the bed Jolyne rolls over, facing you. “So, did you enjoy your wank?” “Jo, what, why are you still awake.” “It must have been good, I heard you slip,” she giggles. “You were listening,” you hiss, staring at her in disbelief. “Not on purpose, I was trying to go back to sleep but you weren’t exactly quiet.” “Fuck, I hope nobody else heard. I’m sorry you did though, and I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” “It’s fine, I get pissy when I’m pent up too. We need to find you a boyfriend, and fast.” “Bitch,” you laugh, throwing your arm across her shoulder. “But you loooveee me,” She coos, throwing her arm over you as well. “Shut it and go to sleep, I’m still embarrassed.”

When you wake up in the morning, Jolyne’s not in bed, so you assume she’s already gotten up to get breakfast like the glutton she always was in the morning “How are you not fat,” you always asked her, watching in disbelief as she ate a bowl of cereal and four pop tarts. “Hard work,” she’d always reply around a mouthful of food. You couldn't find her. You poke your head into the kitchen and call softly, weary of waking Jotaro. “She had classes this morning,” a deep voice rumbles, frightening you. Jotaro’s leaning against the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands, his face as unreadable as ever. “Good morning Mr. Kujo, do you uh, mind if I have coffee with you,” you greet softly, grabbing a mug from the cabinet. “Not at all, y/n. If anything you're my favorite out of all Jolyne’s friends, but don’t tell her that, she’ll never talk to you again just to spite me.” You let out a soft laugh. “She doesn’t really hate you that much, only a little bit,” you hum, pouring yourself some coffee and leaning on the counter across from him. It was just coffee, so why did it feel so dirty? “Are you alright, I heard you fall in the shower last night.” Because he had heard you, that’s why. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine thank you for asking, I just slipped.” He shrugs, your answer saiting his curiosity.

“May I ask why I’m your favorite out of Jolyne’s friends,” you ask suddenly, staring into the warm mug in your hands. “You’re just pleasant to be around, that’s all.” “You don't seem the type to derive pleasure from other’s company, Mr. Kujo.” “Most people are intolerable, yes, but I happen to hate you less than the others by a long shot.” “Not one to mince words, I see.” “Speaking of deriving pleasure, you’re a noisy one I hear,” he counters. You’re dumbfounded. Never in a million years would you have expected him to be so forward. “So you heard me?” “I’ve overstepped,” he murmurs, putting his mug down and turning to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. “Mr. Kujo, Jotaro, may I call you Jotaro?” “I’ve insulted your privacy, I no longer deserve your respect, why not,” he replies, looking as beaten as you've ever seen him.

“May I confide something in you, Jotaro, something deeply personal?” He nods. “I-I uh.” ‘You stupid fucking bitch spit it out or don’t, stop wasting his time.’ “The reason I was doing that last night is because I- um- I had a wet dream. About you.” He stares at you blankly. ‘Oh god, I’ve really done it now he’s disgusted. He hates me. I’m so fucking filthy. What’s wrong with me?’ “Really,” he breathes finally, bringing a hand up to rest on your cheek. “I know it’s foolish to think about you like that but I can’t help it and-“ ‘oh god he’s leaning towards me what do I do?’ “M-may I kiss you,” he whispers, his breath ghosting across your lips as he speaks. You answer by simply wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself into him, kissing him fervently.

“Is it disgusting that I touched myself when I heard all those sounds you were making? Am I a terrible man for jacking off to my daughter’s friend? The very fact that I kissed you- that I ever thought about you like that-” He looks genuinely disgusted with himself as he looks to you for an answer. You jump, bringing yourself to sit on the counter and pull him to you, his massive thighs resting between your legs. “You’re not disgusting,” you coo, stroking his hair soothingly. It’s surprisingly soft, making you bring your other hand up to rest in his hair as well. “You're a good man, everyone that’s met you knows that. Cold, maybe, but still good. I know that underneath whatever it is that you got going on in there,” you tug gently at his hair for emphasis. “There’s a man with his own needs and wants the same as everyone else, and who am I to deny a good man something we both want? Something we both need, hm?” “You’re smarter than this, stop being foolish. Why’d you waste your time on someone twice your age. There’s plenty of young people that’ll be able to give you what you deserve. Make you happy for a long time.”

You silently weigh your options as he speaks you can force yourself to leave now and let him spiral into self hatred, or you can hang around and fuck him. “But that’s not what I want. I want you. Don’t I deserve to be happy now too?” “You’ll get hurt,” he sighs. “Maybe I’m into that.” He lets out a laugh. “Was all that respect a facade?” Oh this was wrong. Really wrong. He was your best friend’s dad for God’s sake. “Maybe you should make me respect you again,” you giggle, pulling him in for another kiss. You’re surprised when he returns the favor, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his body. You pull away and lean against his chest, catching your breath. He rests his cheek on the top of your head and nuzzles into your hair. “Did you really mean that,” he whispers. “Yes,” you reply equally as quiet. You hold each other in silence for some time, just enjoying the closeness of the other. “Jotaro, I’m serious, please, even if it’s just once, I need to know.” “You’re sure?” You nod into his chest.

Jotaro’s room was simple, yet inviting. You observed the details of the space from the edge of his bed while he carefully removes his clothing, laying them across the black leather chair in the corner. The chair had one of those corny motivational posters from the 90’s hanging over it. Something about beauty, but you figured it was there because of the dolphins on it. It wouldn’t have looked quite so out of place if it was just the picture. You shrug the thought off and get up, shedding your clothes and moving to hug Jotaro from behind. You peek around him before slinking around him and pushing yourself into his chest. “Easy, I can’t get my clothes wrinkled, alright?” He was always put together. It would be more than suspicious if Jolyne came home and saw him looking frumpy. Jolyne. Fuck what were you doing? ‘This’ll be a one time thing, and she’ll never know. I just need to know how he feels then I’ll be happy. Just this-‘

Your thoughts are interrupted as Jotaro turns around with you and tosses you onto the bed. He’s wearing just his boxers now and God, is he hot. “Are you sure you want this,” he questions, crawling into bed next to you. “Yes,” you reply, pulling him into another kiss. He rolls onto his back, pulling you to straddle him as you continue kissing. His hands are large and warm as they roam over your body, gently squeezing all the softest parts. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you in another kiss. You’ve never felt so safe with someone like this. He’d already given you every opportunity to decline him, and you knew that if you told him to stop he would, without hesitation. You break the kiss, your lungs crying out for air as Jotaro’s hand traces up your spine and unclasps your bra. You slip it from your shoulders and toss it across the room, exposing your chest to him. He pulls you up so he can trail kisses along your breasts, making you sigh at the sensation.

You roll off of him and silently urge him to get on top, which he does with no fuss. His finger curls into the waistband of your underwear as he pulls one side down your hip. “Can I take these off sweetheart?” “Yeah,” you breathe, lifting your hips to help him. He sits back and takes you in, his eyes hungrily roaming your naked body. “You’re just so beautiful,” he sighs, before pulling you to the edge of the bed and settling his shoulders between your thighs. His warm breath feathers against your exposed sex, making you shiver. He rests his head against your thigh momentarily, his hair tickling the tender flesh there. The gesture is comforting in a way, easing some of your anxieties. You cross your ankles over his shoulders, urging him to get closer. He obliges, licking a stripe up your slit, making you gasp. “Please,” you whisper, tangling your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as he eats you like a starved man. He simply hums against you in response, nudging his nose against your clit as he delves his tongue into you, urging you closer and closer to your orgasam. You moan and dig your heels into his back, urging him closer to you. Jotaro groans at the sensation, pushing you over the edge. You tug harshly at his hair as he works you through your orgasam.

He crawls up the bed and flops down next to you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Was that good? I haven’t done that in a really long time,” he chuckles, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “It was amazing. Nobody’s ever made me cum like that.” “That’s disappointing,” he hums, pulling you into his huge body. “You want me to do it again?” “Yes, God yes, please.” He grunts and rolls over. You can hear him rummaging around in the nightstand before letting out a pleased noise and rolling back towards you. “Hm, safety first,” he hums, tearing the small foil packet between his fingers open with his teeth. You giggle and tug at his hair with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. “Hng, god even your hand feels good shit sweetheart, keep going like that.” “What if I used my mouth instead?” His cock twitches in your hand and he throws his arm across his eyes, moaning.

You move down and settle yourself between his huge thighs, your mouth watering at the sight of his strong cock standing at attention between them. You lick along the vein at the underside of him. He shivers at the contact and buries his hands in your hair. His moans get louder as you kitten lick your way up his shaft, practically shouting as you lick the precum from his weeping slit. “Oh god, that feel so good shit, fuck!” He’s much louder than you had expected him to be due to his quiet nature, constant praise falling from his lips as he guides you over his cock and urges you to take him into your mouth. The head of his cock nudges the back of your throat as you take him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. “God sweetheart, you’re so good at this, taking my cock like this.” He lets out a guttural moan as you take him into your throat. He twitches in your mouth and you pull away from him, separating yourself from his cock with a wet pop, a trail of saliva leading from your swollen lips to his painfully hard dick.

You take the unwrapped condom from him and roll it onto him before flopping down beside him on your back. “Come on, sir, don’t you want to fuck me?” “If you want me you’re gonna have to beg for it sweetheart,” he growls, rolling on top of you and pinning your hands above your head. “Please, sir, I’ve been so good. Please use me.” Jotaro lets out a satisfied noise and moves his hand between the two of you, lining himself up with your entrance. You roll your hips, making the head of his cock catch on your clit and you gasp. He finally sinks into you, sheathing himself inside in one fluid motion. The stretch is both painful and the best thing you’ve ever felt, making you squirm under him. “You’re such a good girl, look at you taking all of my cock so easily.”

He rests inside of you for several minutes for you to adjust, occasionally giving just the smallest of strokes to keep himself hard as he waits. “Y-you can move now. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” you whisper, leaning up towards him. He leans down closer to your face and kisses you sweetly, beginning a moderate pace between your thighs. “You feel so good, so warm, taking me so well,” Your walls tighten around him and he groans, thrusting with more force than before. “So good, best I’ve ever fucking had hng. He’s still holding your hands above your head, so you stretch your fingers down to run along his hands. The rhythm of his thrusts becomes sporadic as he gets closer to his orgasam, jumbled praise and expletives falling from his lips as his cock twitches inside you and he stills.

The grip on your wrists loosens and he drops down on top of you before rolling onto his side and pulling you into him. “Are you okay sweetheart?” “Yeah I’m okay, was that good?” His arms tighten around your waist. “Good? I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” He chuckles, nuzzling his nose into your cheek. He’s so pleasant, which was definitely not something you had expected. He had always seemed the type to go into the bathroom and tell you to get gone before he came back out, but he wasn’t. You took your time cleaning each other up and helping to straighten each other’s hair and clothes.

He drove you home afterwards and made sure you were safe inside before driving off. Jolyne was home by the time he returned, so he told her you had gotten up late and asked him to drive you home because you had chores to do before your classes tomorrow. She believed him and went upstairs without another question. You and Jotaro were sure you had gotten away with your little rendezvous.

Jolyne called a few days later and you were, as usual, more than pleased to talk to her. “Hey, I have a question?” “Shoot,” “So I’m doing laundry right, and is there any reason your underwear is in my dad’s laundry basket?”

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi… how do you write angst so well? Like is your life really angsty?? LMAO

The angst in chap 11 was so good, and now THIS as well?? I am usually one for angst, but holy shit, I felt my heart strings tug BAD and now I need fluff for next chap… you got me feeling like how P+A were feeling during their chat on the couch and P not willing to say she was gonna stay LOL

I can’t imagine seeing your ex/love of your life in basically a movie scene with rain falling and interacting with someone the same way they used to interact with you. The touches, the smile, the gaze?? Like that’s SOOO cruel, and I felt soooo bad for Azzi 😭 and the fact that Paige doesn’t know that Azzi came back and wanted to confess her love?? Please tell me Paige eventually finds out? Did Ice tell her? Will Azzi tell her??

Azzi getting knocked up bc she saw Paige with someone is soooo 25 year old quarter life crisis vibes LOL. And Azzi wanting to keep the baby bc she felt LONELY, drastic times calls for drastic measures right?? But we love Stephie so I’m glad Azzi was down horrendously bad I suppose 😆

Also, is Stephie allergic to any type of nuts? Since Tristian was lol. Was Tristian tall and athletic?? Gotta know if Stephie is gonna have the good basketball genes from her sperm donor as well LOL

Stephie just wanting Paige to say that she would stay, and Paige couldn’t promise that 😭 and then Azzi asking for the same thing, and Paige doubling down again and not being able to say that she’d stay 😭😭 I honestly wonder how P+A are gonna work this out. Like there’s just so much history and distrust there. I wonder what Azzi is gonna do for Paige to fully trust her again? It’s interesting that Azzi isn’t worried about Paige leaving at all and just wants her to stay, meanwhile, Paige is ONLY worried about Azzi leaving… they’re literally on the opposite ends of that stay/leave spectrum rn lol. But ig it’s bc Azzi left Paige and not the other way around. I’d still be hesitant tho if I was Azzi bc Paige literally has a foot out the door… what if Paige says she’s going to stay but then she actually ends up leaving Azzi this time? (But that won’t happen bc you love us Nivi and will write a happy ending 😁)

I’m excited to see how the next chapter will be!! I’m usually all for the angst, but man, we need some fluff to recover from these last 2 chaps 😩😩😩. Need P+A to talk and communicate more. You guys both want forever!! Azzi is ready for that now, but Paige isn’t?! Oh how the tables have turned compared to the dreaded night when Azzi said no.

Thanks for the spectacular writing Nivi! I always look forward to this fic and I fr squeal when I see that it’s been updated 😆 also can I claim an emoji? Let me join the emoji bookclub gang hahaha. Is the 🥹🥹🥹 emoji taken yet?? Bc that emoji truly describes my face after I get done reading your work LOL

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LMAO my life honestly is not that angsty right now but lowkey writing is emotional relief for me at time with more mundane stresses like school so that bleeds into it a little bit I think

Azzi does technically tell Paige a couple chapters ago that she went to visit which is part of what prompts Paige to kiss her in Steph's office but idk if she'll ever tell her in-dept. Ice has been keeping her mouth shut though lmao.

Listen it worked out well for Azzi but I would like to make sure everyone knows that I do no endorse keeping a one-night stand baby for loneliness reasons like that shit only works out in fiction.

Stephie is allergic to nuts and it's mentioned when they're getting coffee and cookies! Tristan is definitely tall and athletic and attractive so even that 10% of genes Stephie gets from him is great.

It's definitely a complicated dilemma and I think Paige is more scared because it's happened before. Azzi's a little less scared but she needs more than Paige saying she'll stay, she also needs Paige to get rid of that deal i.e her escape plan. They can't be together, in Azzi's eyes, until the Liberty deal is completely off the table. It's a lot more complicated for Paige though because really what even can Azzi do (I suppose I have to figure that out lol)

Awwww of course you can have that emoji!