#this will flop but idc I just wanted to show him off

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ndcw is so tragic to me bc they took one of my favorite things in the world (nancy drew) and combined it with more of my favorite things in the world (murder mystery, supernatural elements) but then ruined Everything in just a matter of episodes

[dilfhos]

*busts down your door* OKAY LISTEN HERE. I DONT SIMP FOR TOJI BUT I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN AND CREATE CHAOS SO THIRSTY ASK: TOJI HUMILIATING READER CAUSE SHE WANTS TO RIDE THAT DICK SO BAD BUT HE WONT LET HER 😭😭😭😭

for meeeeeee? :O

WHO: TOJI FUSHIGURO x FEM!READER

+degradation, dacryphilia, dirty talk, overstim, use of bitch (half affectionate or not idc >:)), brat-taming.

MINORS + ageless blogs DNI.

You think it’s over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning…

“No,” Toji suppresses the urge to grin at the sight of your reactions, his hands only coming up to brush away the ones gripped on his shirt. “Not in the mood t’night.”

You sit back, palms spread across the expanse of his chest as you peer up at him. He offers a scowl in return before his hips are bucking, a signal for you to get off. Flopping beside him in defeat, you glare at the magazine he deemed more important than what you were offering. Baiting. And needing.

“Why’re you being like this?” He sighs emphatically as if your very presence in the shared bedroom was a complete hindrance to the mundane task of reading at ten in the evening.

“Why’re you actin’ like you call the shots? It’s a turn-off y’know?” He sneers.

“You’re a turn-off,” You mumble half-heartedly. He’s intentionally silent.

Toji’s left you unsatisfied for weeks, his grumbles of work becoming redundantly annoying. It only drives the desperation and lowers your dignity as you find yourself overwhelmed with need for just an inkling of his attention.

To him, it was one of many games he enjoyed playing in way of fucking with your head. Oh, how you looked with dumbstruck eyes as he brushed you off as any other woman and not his lover, The gears in your head turning as you tried desperately to force your way back into his arms. His curt responses and blatant rejection only fueled you to push harder. He enjoyed shoving you to the brink of crumbling, only for him to grip all your pieces back together.

Your brazen shows were adorably tempting but not enough for him to loosen his resolve. (Not yet.)

Like now, as you’ve deliberately flexed your body toward your nightstand to retrieve your water. The shirt—his shirt—rises up over your hips to expose the cheeky thong embedded between your ass and Toji’s eyes move to the back of your head until you turn around, an incredulous expression on his face.

“Desperate huh,”

“I don’t know what you mean,” You shrug, eyes darting away. “‘M not gonna force you to be intimate, I’ll just find someone else to occupy my time. Maybe G-”

“Look at you, fuckin’ slut.” He places his reading material on the nightstand as he stands. “You’re pouting and baiting after I said no to touching your little cunt. Why don’t you go fuck yourself, hm?” There’s an amused lilt to his words as his brow twitches implicitly.

You frown, thighs flexing at his cruel, harsh tone, completely unfazed. Why would you waste time with your toys when you could have the real thing in all its thick, heavy glory?

Toji was absolute in his decisions up until now, never looking your way all week in your skimp sets and not bothering to say anything to your advances. But when you tried to act innocent or even worse, play on his emotions, it made him wanna see you cry.

Literally.

It’s why his grip is so bruising and his body is hard stone as he looms over your trembling body, ecstatic at the fat tears rolling down your swollen cheeks.

“It’s t’much!”

“Too much she says,” He chuckles, a maniacal grin on his face. He merely shoves your punily fumbling hands aside, attacking your swollen clit with his calloused thumb. “No, I think this is exactly enough. For needy little bitches like you?”

Your hips rear off the bed electrified, tears falling as you slap at his wrists in desperation.

“Won’t do it again! T’much….TOJI!”

“Mhm, lemme hear you again slut,” His hand strikes firmly against your tits, the sting sending your body squirming. His fingers are merciless as they pinch and pull at your taut nipples, his grin only widening when he feels you coming undone.

Your essence flows like a flood, drenching his arm and sheets in downpour. He’s still going, arm flexing with finesse as his fingers rub against your ridges, that abused spot inside you making more tears fall.

“Please, no more! N’more!” Your cunt squelches as it weeps around his digits, your frantic whines falling on uncaring ears. Your legs splay instinctively in an attempt to kick him off but he’s shoving them away, crawling over you with his weight.

“Stop moving. You asked for this,” He grumbles, pinning your wrist under his large palm. His others is shoving your sticky thighs apart again, exposing your sloppy cunt to the cool air. You’re too stunned to realize the fat head of his cock slickening your folds until he’s shoving himself in, grip tightening on your wrists when you buck off the bed. His hand smushes your damp cheeks together, drinking in your disheveled state as his stroke begin, punishable.

“Oh baby, look at me now. Talk for me like you were doing earlier,” he cooed wickedly, your blubbering incoherent.

“‘M sorry, please!” You’re not sure whether you’re begging him to stop or ravage you more, you’re only stuck on the overbearing pressure building in your tummy again. His cock is fat and heavy as it drags through your slobbering cunt, the paps of skin deafening over your whines.

“Keep crying, just gonna make me fuck ya’ harder, heh.” He releases you, hands palming your thighs flush against the mattress as he thrusts into you. The bed rattles on its legs as you cry his name, the noises around him synonymous to his own growls.

“Take it. Take daddy’s fat dick baby, I wanna see you cryin’” You’re clinging to his wrists, your whining incoherent as your vision doubles with tears. There’s a blurry Toji above you, grinning down like a fucked god at its prize, watching as you cry and squirm in his grip. It isn’t until his hand comes up to snake around your jaw when you’re mumbling promises that you’ll be good from now on. That you’ll love him forever no matter how mean he is! That no one ever compares to Toji! Not even him!

“‘M cumming! T-Toji!” It isn’t until his hand delivers a quick succession of pats against your wet cheek does your cunt clamp him in like a vice. He grunts as you grab him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, your heels digging into the small of his back as you tug him close. His nut jets into you, Toji’s hips shallowly grinding against your ass. He stills momentarily, face nuzzling the side of your damp neck before he rises.

You think its over. He’s finally given you what you want and you’re grinning. A fucked-out mess, sighing blissfully as you prepare to move. In one lithe motion however, he has you by your ankle as you’re now on your stomach, face smushed into the mattress by his palm.

“Now tell me again about Gojo.”

DILFOS. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE MY CONTENT—CURRENT OR ARCHIVAL.

[leaawrites]

Late Night Talking pt2

Ryan McMahon x fem!reader

Summary: where a childhood crush finally turns into love.

Warnings: mentions of drinking and smoking

Part 1 flopped completely, but idc. I already wrote it all, so I may as well just post it.

Part 1, Part 3, Masterlist

The lights were low. It was almost dark, except for the red-blue LED all around the place and the mirrorball hanging from the ceiling, reflecting it’s glow on the people beneath.

She stared at it, as if it was her bare existence. Every little shimmering piece pierced through her heart like a dagger. Every piece was a piece of her. One that she lost the day he left. And they were all so damn perfect. Cut out in the right shape, puzzled together and glued so they won’t fall apart again. In contradiction to her. She was falling apart as she sat down on the coach in the living room of a house she didn’t know the owner of and noticed the all too familiar boy approaching her.

“Y/n?” Elijah Hewson called out to her.

She tore her eyes away from the mirrorball and watched as the boy made his way through the crowd of people. Pushing his way towards her free. A girl, holding his hand, following him suite. Y/n watched the pair as they sat down next to her. Elijah pulled her into a side hug, while the girl only smiled at her kindly.

“If Grace hadn’t pointed you out, I wouldn’t even have noticed you,” he said, gesturing to the brunette next to him as he introduced her as Grace.

“You’re his girlfriend?” Y/n asked Grace. The girl nodded, holding out her hand for Y/n to shake. “I’m Y/n,” she introduced herself, “an old friend of the lads.”

“I know,” Grace said, making her frown in confusion. “Ryan talks non-stop about you, and he shows pictures while he does so as well. It’s basically a whole PowerPoint Presentation by now.” Grace laughed at the memory of that one time, when they were sat in the tour bus, all high and out of their mind.

Ryan was half eye-lid, floating in his own orbit until he saw her face next to his. As he reached out to touch her cheek, he was quickly pushed away by a scared Rob who was the victim of Ryan’s dreams. He mumbled her name, whining about why she didn’t love him the way he loved her.

“Yeah, Ryan is unbearable if you’re not by his side,” Eli added, looking at her like he knew that she felt the same way towards his band mate. Because, of course he knows. The stolen glances, lingering touches, hidden and subtle references in songs both parties would let slip in every now and then.

Y/n wasn’t as talented as the lads when it came to singing or playing an instrument. She played a bit piano and the guitar, but that was it. However, she was a genius when it came to song-writing. And Eli, being the unpolitical best friend of hers, was the only one who knew.

Josh would be too caught up in his own mind and trying to find a rhythm for his guitar, for him to check what and who the song was about. Bobby would just be cheeky and leave little traces of her secret all around Ryan until he knew what she was doing behind his back. And Ryan, he would know by reading them. There were memories and promises tangled in between soft chords and love confessions that only the two would understand, which made it impossible for her to show them to him. But Eli could keep quiet and he knew who it was about the second he read them.

He had tried to get both parties to confess before, but he never said anything about the songs they wrote for each other.

“Is he here?” She asked, trying not to sound too nervous about the answer. Either way, she would start to over-think. What was he doing here? Or what did he do instead of being here?

“I think I saw him outside the last time,” Grace told her.

The girls shared a look that they knew was a secret code for having each others back from now on. Y/n thanked them before walking off into the crowd, searching for the glass door in the kitchen that would - hopefully - lead her to where she wanted to go.

The humid air outside made the glass fog up. People were dancing to the Abba song that played in the background, but she was only focused on him. Ryan left with the band a few months ago, focusing on tour in America and not Ireland or even Europe. And with uni, she couldn’t go with them.

Though the worst part was how civil they parted ways. There were no fights or arguments. No one threw a tantrum that they wouldn’t see each other for a couple of months. There was nothing she could cling to that would make her hate him. There were no words that made her want to throw up and blame it on him. She couldn’t hate him and she hated that.

A cloud of white smoke swam over his silhouette as Y/n made her way outside. Ryan was sat at the pool, his shoes and socks sitting beside him, his jeans was folded up so it wouldn’t get soaked. She debated for a moment whether to go back in or sit next to him, when Ryan suddenly turned to her.

He hadn’t expected her. He didn’t know who he expected, but it definitely wasn’t her. His eyes lit up as he saw her and before he could stand up, she was already sat beside him. With her legs pulled tight against her chest, she watched him. Watched every detail that might’ve changed about him. His hair was shorter and he had grown a subtle beard, but it looked good. He looked really good.

“Hey,” she greeted him, sending a small smile his way. “I didn’t think you would be here.”

“Why not?” He asked.

They fell into their old pattern of conversation rather quickly and maybe that should’ve scared her. But it didn’t. It was Ryan. Nothing about him could scare her.

“Well, firstly I thought you were still on tour and second, what are you, new Rock star, doing on a college party in Dublin?” She asked, laughing at the weird concept of their conversation.

“Bobby knows someone and because we were all too tired to say no to him, we’re here now,” he explained, flicking part of his cigarette away.

“How are you doing?” She tried to keep the conversation up.

“Fine. Wouldn’t say particularly good. It has been quite tiring and I actually just wanna go to sleep, but I don’t have someone to drive me there,” he explained his situation, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to make the sleep disappear. “I should’ve listened to my mom when she told me not to go.”

Y/n laughed, a sense of comfort growing in her chest as she listened to the boy talk. She always loved hearing his voice close to her body, always loved having him for her alone. Not in a creepy obsessive way, but just in a way that made her feel like they were the only people in the world and he was willing to spent his left time with her.

“How is she?” She asked, not having heard from his mother in a long time.

Ryan was sleep deprived and a bit drunk, which made him forget to think before he would talk. Which lead to him saying, “Good, still insisting on knowing when we get married.”

He said it with such calm and confidence as if they have ever talked about getting married before.

“What?” Y/n asked, looking at the water rather then his eyes that seemed to be stuck on her.

“My mom always believed that we would get married at some point. I stopped denying it after we were like 15.” He blew the smoke away, watching it dance through the cold night air.

“Why did you stop denying?” She asked.

“I guess I kind of got comfortable with the though, at like 18 and at 15 I just prayed she would stop talking about it with relatives or anyone else she would talk to in a pub.” He laughed like it was nothing in his eyes.

“Do you wanna come over to mine?” Y/n asked, not seeing another way out but keeping him close. “You can sleep on the coach or whatever. It’s closer than yours, so that’s a plus.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said. Standing up he was stomping his cigarette out before holding out his hand for her to take.

Together they walked out through the crowd, seeing Rob while doing so and telling him they would go - to which he only wiggled his eyebrows and patted Ryan’s back. They walked to her car without saying a word. All while holding hands. When Ryan went to the passenger side, he only noticed their interlaced fingers and laughed merely at the fact.

They drove home in utter comfortable silence.

[batsplat]

just so you know bc I don’t think enough people tell you this but every time I check your blog (a bit compulsively at this point? your compilations and opinions are very enlightening on the general psychology of those crazy motherfuckers and also the uhhhhhhhh other part) and see that you answered another ask I honestly break into the hugest grin and settle down at the next given opportunity to read the newest batssay (batsplat essay) like it’s an academic paper (it is to us sports scholars, I believe)… please never feel the need to cut short your thoughts on any subject. the longer the better! connect all the dots, bat! we are listening!!

thank youuuuu this is so sweet, I know this ask is a little older but trust whenever I get something kind in my inbox I very much read and appreciate it and it very much makes my day. and I love the term batssay. a lot

so I thought it'd be fun to do a follow up post to the casey/jorge/valentino one where I just dumped a bunch of photos with a wee bit of context... for the culture, y'know. and I'm doing this with just casey/valentino, mostly for 2007-09 but with one 2005 photo chucked in as. build-up. for flavour

we know from the #archives that the two of them did have like. a reasonably warm dynamic pre-casey's motogp debut. they'd talked... also at least one race where casey shows up to valentino's podium and chats to vale's crew chief and fellow aussie jb... I think about it often. what did it all mean

casey's first win!!! qatar 2007, very first race with ducati. he'd gotten very close to a win before - in his third ever premier class race at turkey, lost at the final chicane. casey's goals going into that first season with ducat had just been winning a few races... he notes that valentino congratulates him warmly, but reckons it's just because valentino didn't take him seriously as a threat, which. I don't think that quite stacks up with supplementary evidence from the time, but we'll allow it

one of my fave photos for a reason, idc it's sweet. I was trying to figure out when this photo was from through like, normal means of reverse image search, but then instead I had a horrifying moment of 'oh yeah I'm pretty sure I remember that specific presser backdrop is at mugello that year' and. I was right. which. god. anyway yeah mugello 2007 pre-event presser. by this point casey was 21 points clear in the championship standings

more mugello 2007!!! look at casey constantly sipping from his lil cup. this will have been after qualifying, where casey snagged pole. I'd forgotten valentino actually makes front row in qualifying because he makes a typically horrendous start. I'd also forgotten that this race is like. proper good. one of the best that year. slows down eventually but the first ten or so laps are some of the most exciting of the entire alien era

catalunya 2007, which unfortunately I also dated solely through the presser backdrop. idk I just like the vibes of this photo. anyway!! this race is ofc the one where casey won an all timer late race duel against valentino (+ dani). it is after this race that valentino said casey was, and I quote "riding like a god". a seminal moment

the championship is already extremely over by the time they get to estoril, but casey still needs to formally wrap it up: this is his first match point race. depicted here is valentino getting one of his few Ws that season. an account of this event: “valentino was playing table football in the yamaha hospitality and somebody spotted casey outside. so they invited him for a challenge. it was all good fun”

motegi 2007. valentino had managed to put off the inevitable the race before and temporarily stopped casey from sealing the title, taking his last win of the season (cool duel with dani in that one). but motegi... well honestly it's just a bit of a flop all round, nobody's bike is working the way they want it to, casey seals the title with his worst result all season of a sixth place (the horror) and in his autobiography he was kinda like 'well I was very happy but also. meh race' (I paraphrase). but really, who cares, he had his title

bit of a time skip!! after both of them have put their sketch early 2008's behind them, the pair of them had a proper fun fight at catalunya for p2. a continuation of the battle the year before with valentino once again coming from lower down the field, this time he gets the better of casey. still, things are finally looking up at ducati... and the post-catalunya test might be enough to put casey right back in title contention. the above photo is from donington, where casey confirms the progress ducati made by winning his first race of the season after the opener in qatar

still donington, both of them watching each other etc etc. valentino is in a much better place than the year before, given both casey's rough start to the season and how they're both now on the same tyres. but it's not a good sign if casey's hitting his stride... at assen, valentino makes his one mistake of the year and crashes on the first lap, remounting to finish eleventh (he still beats casey's teammate melandri). this puts dani in the championship lead - and with casey's second win in a row, he is now very much closing in

look at them chatting here!! cute imo. this is casey's third win in a row, at the rainy sachsenring. dani crashes out from a few miles in the lead - while casey had stayed sensible and brings it home for a pretty straightforward victory. valentino needed to fight his way through from further down the field and in the end he loses too much time to put any serious pressure on casey, but it's still damage limitation and he retakes the championship lead from dani (who will miss the next race due to an injury sustained in the crash). and yet, momentum really is firmly on casey's side now... and the rest of the calendar does looks like pretty casey-friendly territory. next up, they're headed to a race track where casey had won very comfortably the year before. would he seal his fourth consecutive win at laguna?

now with my sincere apologies to casey stoner, every photo that came out of laguna 2008 is objectively pretty funny. I have limited myself to a mere two podium photos, but lbr there's a full collection. casey had already rejected valentino's handshake in parc fermé - which some might have taken as a social cue to give him some space. whereas valentino, local dickhead, just will not stop yapping at casey on the podium. this is quite possibly as genuinely delighted as he gets after a race, and it's simply a beautiful contrast with casey who is not quite rude enough to actually tell valentino to shut the fuck up - but may be fantasising about pushing valentino off the podium. this, to me. is art

gather around body language experts, we need to have a conversation. this is at the pre-event presser of the race immediately after laguna, aka brno. by this point, casey's less than flattering remarks about valentino's riding at laguna had already been distributed near and far... everyone's been talking about them, people have Opinions. the captions for these photos are all something along the lines of 'stoner extends olive branch to rossi to apologise for his post-race comments after losing laguna'. now, I don't know if he literally is apologising in these actual photos - though of course he did publicly walk back his comments, saying all riders can react badly to losses and that he'd overreacted when he'd said he'd lost respect for valentino. he has since walked back his walking back, doubling down on his criticisms of valentino's comportment at laguna

still, for all the talk that the feud properly started after laguna, it's kind of fun to have the presser immediately after it showing... well, it does look like casey is actively engaging valentino in conversation, right? whether he's apologising or not - this isn't just valentino yapping at him, if anything it's the reverse. laguna had been right before the summer break, so casey had been given a month to cool off... and also be viciously criticised by the press. brutal, isn't it? it's not just the loss that sucks, it's also being excoriated by the press and fans for having the audacity to get mad over it. is all of this just him being forced into pretending to play nice to get the press to leave him alone? were there any genuine regrets over his laguna comments? what ARE the vibes between them like at this time? what story do these photos tell us

casey went on to crash out of this race from the lead, the first time he had done so in the premier class and his first dnf with ducati after their one and a half seasons together. when he crashed, he'd had a fairly comfortable lead over valentino - though valentino was steadily closing in, and the commentators were already rubbing their hands in anticipation of another laguna

the next race is at misano - and casey is struggling with an old hand injury, see the bandages in the photo. the previous year had been the first time valentino had gotten the chance to race at this circuit, so close to his home... but he'd suffered a mechanical dnf, not his first or last in a frustrating season. this year, everything is different - and casey once again crashes out of the lead as valentino takes victory in front of his worshipful home fans

another trip to america, this time for indy: their first time racing at the track. after the double whammy of brno and misano, casey's title charge is essentially over... but you never know, right? indy kinda gives off the vibe of being a good casey track

in the end, the race is extremely wet and very, very windy and is eventually red-flagged. because of how many laps they still have to go, it is initially unclear whether they would restart... at which point first valentino (who was leading), then casey (in fourth) go to dorna ceo ezpeleta to tell him they have less than zero interest in going out in that weather again. a beautiful moment of solidarity - long live the power of unionising, capable of overcoming even the bitterest of feuds. blast the internationale over the footage, I've seen enough. the race is called off and valentino wins his fourth consecutive race

by the time they get to phillip island, valentino has already won the title, courtesy of his fifth consecutive win at motegi - the same circuit casey had won the title at the year before and the home race of valentino's old enemies at honda. a couple of nice photos of jorge congratulating his teammate and casey spraying vale with champagne here. casey, known phillip island goat, would of course finally end valentino's win streak at that circuit, which is where the photos are from. idk they're fun to me, like this is still not that long after laguna. I'm aware being able to chat normally with your coworkers and share a smile with them isn't normally that high a bar, but canonically valentino has been known to completely blank some of his rivals. it's not like casey is particularly cold towards valentino either, eh

case in point. this is from sepang 2008. #TheEstablishment does not want you to know casey and valentino canonically still regularly yapped in pressers post laguna. they won't silence me. sepang was valentino's last win of this season, after a good scrap with dani - and the season is rounded off with a casey victory at valencia

jerez 2009, where valentino gets past casey with a block pass at the final corner on his way to victory. unlike in 2005, he actually manages to not barrel into his rival. this is just a fantastic photo... I don't even have much to say about it. a+ vibes

a lot of the photos from this season were already included in the jorge/valentino/casey post, which reflects how casey wasn't consistently a factor in the same way the other two were. this one's from assen, the race right after catalunya when all three of them were tied on 106 points. very good side eye here, excellent job casey. unfortunately, casey is now in mystery illness territory - and he can't really compete with the two frontrunners in this stretch of the season

this is the first race after casey's return to competition - valentino goes up to casey after qualifying at estoril to congratulate him for his front row grid position. casey would win an early race scrap with valentino in the race itself, eventually finishing second behind jorge and swiftly silencing all the people who had declared him mentally weak and done for in his absence. a race that brought back suspense to that year's championship

phillip island 2009, another important moment in the canon where I've limited myself to just the one photo. casey wins just his second race back - and he also hugs vale pretty warmly in parc fermé. jorge was kind enough to crash in the opening lap, meaning valentino can very much be pleased with a second place here

and at sepang, valentino seals the title, while casey wins another race. casey ended up crashing in the warm-up lap of valencia, apparently due to an issue with the tyre warming? just kinda... the general vibe of his 2009, really. valentino closes off the season with another podium at his least favourite track, while dani takes the win

anyway after that they spent three years getting into increasingly. dumb arguments. like. so dumb. by the end of 2012 you feel you're killing your brain cells by even engaging with this stuff. it's beyond undignified. there's zero competitive justification, but they just couldn't shut up about each other. that being said, they're still capable of doing a small talk with each other even during the dark years, so that's something. maybe one day they'll finally be able to get that dinner and talk about all the good times

[jellyaibo]

got to ramble abt loser to someone last nite right and its always a nice lil refresh for me explaining what actually happens in the show AND MAN its so funny how people are so willing to call loser a jerk or think shes evil bc of the things she did and like ok whatever but did we forget abt all the shit this thang had to go thru like ?!?!?!?

getting eliminated with the most votes so far, isolation in the jawbreaker (which ik tghis isnt a serious deal in the show, DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE ANGST ABT THIS CUZ IM NORMAL) like ofc getting eliminated isnt enough get into the sensory deprivation chamber SADFJKSHDFKHSDF LIKE !

also imsorry this cunt has ptsd HEHAHHAA WE SEE HER GET A FLASHBACK IN EP 4 THATS JUST NEVER BROUGHT UP AGAIN (the paper mache incident)

and like. man it adds layers BC AS U CAN SEE LOSER NEVER ALWAYS HAD IT SO GOOD???? so like OF COURSE when him & winner get popular loser relishes in it. BC ITS DESERVED? LOL? WOULDNT U BE ECSTATIC IF U AND UR BUDDY GOT POPULAR AFTER YEARS OF NOTHANG? ITS HUGE!

and yeah ! her up n' leaving winner wasnt the best but you srsly gotta keep in mind this is losers dream . to her winner just didnt want to support him anymore AND U COULD SEE LOSER WAS CLEARLY UPSET ! hes ALSO losing a good friend too !!

butohmy god im getting off tangent just. you know . loser has gone thru some shit and its funny how many ppl i see just dont talk about it !! AND LIKE !! ON TOP OF THIS LOSER IS STILL NICE !! IDC !! loser has always been helping people n doing her best . and even tho her fans keep flip flopping (shoutouts to cake) she still keeps her chin up

PLUS having all these fans adds another thing: expectations, expectations, THE HIGHEST OF ALL! bc loser is soo popular, everyone sees him as perfect and strong WHEN LIKE WE SEE LOSER IS A HELPER AND A NICE GUY YES but at the end of the day ! shes a guy ! (thinks really hard abt cake n eggy arguing then it just cutting to loser craving nuggets . see maybe this is just me looking too deep into it but it shows the contrast of how the fans feel abt her vs how loser rlly is . just a kinda quiet?? guy that likes helping ppl)

this shows even more in post split when loser has a #normal moment over "a fan doubting her" YOU CAN SEE HOW IT AFFECTS HIM BC EVERYONE HAS SUCH HUGE EXPECTATIONS AND . as u could see ANY ONE MISTAKE WILL LEAVE LOSER ALL ALONE AGAIN ! OFC SHE WILL PANIC INTERNALLY SKFHDKSDFH

and idk where to put this but taco calls him "cuboid" and like see itsounded so derogatory when she says it GAJHAHAHAHA ITS LIKE??? not object slursIM NOT SAYING THAT ITS JUST SO FUNNY TO ME . IT SOUNDS LIKE A DEROGATORY TERM MAN ITS LIKE GETTING CALLED uhhhhhhhhhok other than the f slur i cant think of anything its like shes being called a faggot ok whatever I NEED TO STOP TYPING

[sparklezzzzzzsstuff]

🏛️CREEPYPASTAS AS GREEK MYTHOLOGY FIGURES💯

I’m not actually sure if someone has done this before but I was js having a brainrot and got this idea tbh, should this have stayed in the drafts? maybe💀, but I really wanna hear others thoughts and opinions on it cause AGHH. I eat up AU content so I thought I’d try making my own even if it’s flops. Most of this is up for interpretation cause I had WAYYY too many ideas/alternates for these.

Okay here we go yap time

(No no you can’t tell who’s my favorite….)

No warnings!!

Ben-HERMES 🪽

For Ben I was really thinking of someone leaning more on the playful/mischievous side cause i feel that’s a huge part of most people’s headcanons for him (including mine).

I thought who better than Hermes cause if ur a fan of EPIC (Circe saga specifically 🤓☝️) I felt that Jorge Rivera really protrayed Hermes with a playful/childish demeanor and even if was helping Odysseus he was like “yeah ur probs gonna die anyway bud” and it kinda resonates with Ben cause he’s just in it for shits n giggles tbh.

Being the god of messages I feel like Ben would have a lot of fun spreading misinformation around the mansion (or wherever if the mansions not ur thing 😔).

Also in a way I feel like it’s the same thing with his powers and tech savvy skills. I remember seeing a few people on here hc his job was security cams and stuff so he knows the shit you’re up to😰

Yk wether it’s sending emails under rando accounts or discord messages about his latest obsession he’s not afraid to SEND👏THAT👏MESSAGE👏

In general I feel like one could argue he’s unfiltered tbh

ALSO ALSO flying shoes = floating ghost 🤔

I feel Ben could definitely be capable of showing empathy/giving help to heroes in need and stuff but overall he’d just prefer to get into mischief and do things for his own benefit.

He brings a lot to the table! (that is if you can clear off the Pokémon cards and Zelda figurines)

For example, if there was a mansion in this au (the world they live in is up for interpretation cause I love the idea of Ancient Greece but I’m loyal to the cringe mansion I love dearly 😔)

Teleportation comes in handy for when slender decided to give out hand-written letters that come with Cheeto dust fingerprints(Ben swears they were there before) (they were guys dw bout it…)

Something else I’ve seen on here is that he’d float to make himself taller and i will take this to the grave idc if i die on this hill.

SUPPOSE they had outfits and he had to be pried off the hot topic isles and link getup. I genuinely do not think he’d fw the sandals im sorry 😔. He’d slap something else on and call it a day. Or maybe not tbh..he’d think they’re cool.

I feel like outside of this AU he’s a bit of a chatterbox so..IN this AU he’d probably use deliveries as a way to talk the ear off and bother hang with his friends and fellow Creepypastas.

Anyways, in summary Ben can impish and irresponsible but he’s a master of his craft and if there does end up being heroes to guide he wouldn’t hesitate to…interfere.

“You want to beat her? You’ll need the blessing of a certain god, divine intervention, someone who’s not afraid to..send a message”

Nina-CALYPSO🐚

Nina my beloved scene girl this one’s for you

First order of business shout out to @jeffthekillerzblog and his au about Ben, Jeff and Nina’s arcs I love them sm. The whole idea of her getting over Jeff and sort of becoming her own person without him is awesome and I can definitely see it in my au too.♥️♥️

I chose Calyspo because when met with Odysseus she was instantly head over heels, turning into a kind of obsession and yearning for company😔👏(yeah same)

I think Calypso’s whole idea of “I love you and I think I’ll die without it” resonates with what Nina used to be with Jeff and her need for his affection.

Although I don’t really think Nina would necessarily keep a partner as a hostage on an island I think she tends to feed into that kind of delusion of a healthy relationship when desperate for attention

In terms of style and aesthetics Calypso and Nina are pretty much opposite (Nina scene style I am loyal to you) however in this au I’d think she’d wear a lot of pink layered robes and fun jewelry. I like to keep style up for interpretation just cause it’s fun.

Ultimately Calypso does do the right thing and lets Odysseus go,(with pushing from Ben Hermes) I do think at heart Nina knows it isn’t right but she still longs for love.

It gets lonely on an island okay?🤨

“Tell me though, who’s Penelope?”

“She’s my wife…”

“…”

“Anyways! I’ve got all you could want here, all you could need here..just you and me my dear, my love for life!”

EJ-HADES🪦🥀

ALRIGHT. Here’s the thing, at first I wanted to choose Slenderman for this because it just felt right. However I wanted to choose Ej instead because I took into account the storyline with Persephone. (Also with Jeff and smile dogs friendship I was thinking him too cause smile dog could be his Cerberus ugh😔)

From my interpretation of others HCS and mine I definitely see Ej as a lone wolf so what better place to be dark and ominous than the underworld itself?

Dramatically staring out into a sea of souls while Chappell Roan , Radiohead plays in the background/j

I do think Ej would enjoy the isolation and in my hc he’d rather hide away from the others because of his demonic nature, and nobody there to pester him (besides Ben with his emails of course).

Anyway, going back onto the Persephone storyline because it was a dealbreaker between Slender and Ej.

I thought about which one would really want to seek love. In past HCS of slender I’ve seen that he is in fact capable of caring (if ur a fan of the mansion and believing he collects traumatized children like Pokémon or infinity stones) .

So, let’s say Slender is actually capable of caring, would he really wanna go seek love? I kinda see him as a single dad but I’ve debated it tbh. For now I’m just going with single dad who’s not interested in romance but rather power.

So that left me with Ej, I think Ej still has some human in him. Whatever was left behind after his transformation/sacrifice made him yearn for company even being ruler of death. (He’s got Cerberus aka smile dog 🤷‍♀️maybe a couple skeletons idk)

Anywho if he did happen to stumble upon Persephone, rather than kidnapping her pissing her mom off I think he’d be too scared to approach her 😭

In the sense that he wouldn’t want to scare her with his appearance even with the mask.

Maybe his Persephone is a kidney? Who knows 😔

“If I became the monster and threw that guilt away would that make us stronger?”

JANE-ATHENA🦉📖

I’ve been waiting for this I’m about to go crazy

Athena, warrior and goddess of wisdom, not to mention hella creative.

I feel like this matches with Jane’s sense of responsibility and maturity. In my hc Jane is a STROOOONG WOMAN😍😍🤤. I also saw someone on here saw she does poetry and I couldn’t agree more

Athena,who has no husband—oh look at that Jane doesn’t either she’s happily married to Mary(idc if Athena doesn’t marry. THIS one did.)

Aura if I’ve ever seen it

COOL WEAPONS COOL WEAPONS and armor tbh. Feminine robes and the usual Athena getup.

If you’ve listened to God Games then I don’t need to speak any further on how driven she is too succeed, “bring it” attitude.

I think it’s nice how Athena and Ares rivalry can be intertwined with Jane and Jeff’s backstory, despite Jane having coming to terms with it she still has sought vengeance.

Much like Athena in the Arachne story tbh

Independent fr fr, def wants to protect her wife from any other gods but also doesn’t worry about anyone messing with her.

I see her as a really good leader tbh

Wise tree af, knows you better than you know yourself and WILL use it against you if you piss her off.

Outsmarts people for breakfast.

In terms of Odysseus I think she’d def get annoyed with him but because shes got more important things to worry about she sticks with him.

“Goddess of wisdom, master of war, my life has one mission…create the greatest warrior.”

Jeff-ARES

Alright. God of war you know where this is going. Major anger issues but he’s sm more than that guys trust pls it’s just for the plot guys pls come back where are you going—

Angry ANGRY guy that’s why I chose him

Also I get major fire nation zuko vibes from him..NOT just cause he was burned I swear on my life

Anyway, if you’re lucky enough to not die and finally see past the blood thirst you’d see a whooooole lot of angsty regrets and if you peel it back a little more he’s bi

Fighting the demons daily

All those battles go straight to the head and probably boost his ego (FAKE FAKE FAKE) to no end.

I interpret ares as arrogant, brutal, and egocentric but I think a good arc for Jeff would to be to try and change that (maybe even heal some burned bridges with Jane, and his brother, who knows??)

He’s trying I swear

Ben def hangs with him and try’s to make him turn a new leaf and leave his asshole ways. (Even if he isn’t the best influence)

Quite literally insane idk what to tell you

Still love him though he’s a new guy I swear ignore the blood on him that’s normal you’re crazy.

“What kind of sick coward holds back his power while his friends get devoured? He didn’t even fight Scylla…didn’t even try to kill her.!”

Aaaaaand the crowd goes wild. Unfortunately those are all the characters I have inspo for rn but I hope more will come to me!! Also I wish I could have found a better quote for Jeff but oh well. All of these quotes are from EPIC/god games by Jorge Rivera-Herrans!! :). Honestly kind of scary to think of a mansion in this au it wouldn’t last 8 seconds. Would Ej technically live in the basement?? I’d love to hear others thoughts on this cause why not just add ☝️

Happy summer ya’ll☀️☀️☀️

[totaleclipse573]

If you could have continued Eclipse's story in the archie comics (and staying within the parameters already set in his first two arcs) what would you have done with him next?

Ooh, this is an interesting one, since the redemption arc I gave him in my own little universe goes A BIT off from those parameters (and by a bit I mean he teams up with Mephiles and Infinite of all characters in the beginning, so...not a bit lmao) But if I were to stay within said parameters and make it as "post-reboot archie" as possible? (Apologies for what will probably be a horrible summary bc I've thought more about my current version than this one, this might flop but idc lol)

KINDA LONG POST WARNING!

I think I'd have him stumble into Sonic somehow, since it was heavily implied that he was going to meet Sonic anyways. Of course they'd probably fight at least once in the beginning, because I'd think by then Eclipse is more paranoid and basically on survival mode again. Sonic has no idea WHY this guy just started fighting, but after a good while of it, he's just trying to explain that he only wants to help and isn't going to hurt him, or the wisp thingies it looks like he's trying to protect. Eclipse pauses for a moment, but doesn't let his guard down too much. After a little silence he sourly corrects the blue hedgehog, telling him they're not "wisp thingies," they're Dark Arms. While still suspicious of Sonic, the Dark Arms start "talking" to him (those noises they make,) telling him Sonic doesn't seem to be a bad person. They have a weird ability to sense those kind of people. He may not trust this "Sonic," as he calls himself, but Eclipse DOES trust the Dark Arms. Sonic extends his hand forward to show Eclipse that he wants to help him. Eclipse doesn't grab it, he just sighs and reluctantly agrees. After all, he doesn't SEEM to be like Shadow...Sonic seems to be the exact opposite, actually. Maybe that's a good thing? (Then Sonic asks him his name and all that stuff, but of course he doesn't reply instantly.)

So Sonic would probably take Eclipse to introduce to Tails' first, to which Eclipse is also naturally pretty paranoid about, though he won't voice that openly. Sonic assures Eclipse Tails is a good person too, though. "He's my little buddy and bro! Smartest kid you'll ever meet." (Yes I do see Sonic and Tails as reverse Shadow and Eclipse what of it-)

Tails immediately takes great interest in Eclipse and the Dark Arms. He's amazed by them, what are they? Where did they come from? How come the little creatures look so much like wisp? But different too? And Eclipse doesn't look like any mobian he's ever seen either-

Sonic has to take a second to tell Tails to maybe calm down on the questions after noticing Eclipse looking a bit uncomfortable with the amount of them he was receiving. Tails sheepishly apologizes, instead offering to show Eclipse around his little lab (or wherever it is he is right now, that's a small detail I've forgotten about archie.) They can't do much though before they hear someone outside, someone yelling Sonic's name, saying something about "knowing they have him in there," and how they can't hide him in there forever. Eclipse of course immediately recognizes who it is, due to a certain connection, and starts to panic, looking around for any possible way he and the Dark Arms can escape.

Tails takes notice, alerts Sonic, and they try to figure out what's going on. But before they can, the front door is forced open. Shadow's there, and he looks even worse than usual (as noted by Sonic.)

"So? Is he in there or not?" Eclipse hears another familiar voice, that of one of "Shadow's minions" (I love when he calls them that lmao. Also Omega is here too, I just can't find any clear way to explain that rn.) He knows he should probably just leave with the Dark Arms now, but he can't. He can't move. Why can't he move? Why is he AFRAID of them? He even fought them before and WON.

But that was before. Things were different now and everything was painful and scary.

(I'm so going to regret typing out more dialogue but here I am doing it anyway)

"Yeah, he's there, and these two are protecting him."

"Protecting him? We don't even know what's going on here!" Sonic turns back to Eclipse. "You know Shadow?"

"He's part of the Black Arms. The last one left. And I need to be the one to make sure he can't be around cause the same harm to the planet they did."

"Wait, the Black Arms?" Tails chimes in. "But...I thought you had already destroyed them all, Shadow? We all saw you destroy the Black Comet that day!"

"He did." Eclipse glares at Shadow, and he shoots one back.

"Then how could there be any more?"

Then Shadow goes on to explain the events of Shadow Fall, and to add to it, the events of Total Eclipse to explain more about the things Eclipse has already done to nearly put the planet in jeopardy. (I could imagine Omega is outside boosting all this, he wants vengeance on the small alien who maimed him. But could still defeat. His words.) This of course gets Eclipse pretty angry. He was only trying to restart the species SHADOW destroyed! The one he himself was a part of too! It was absolute betrayal, and yet he still had the audacity to pin it all on his own brother?

So yeah they end up fighting outside until Sonic and Tails manage to break it up. They need to work this out. Shadow and Eclipse are absolutely appalled. They both think the other is in the wrong, why on earth would they ever "work this out?"

I'm going to start summarizing even more now for the rest bc this is getting to be a bit long (Ik it takes place over a long series of events but yeah.) Basically Sonic and Tails want to put Shadow and Eclipse through some Steven Universe ass bonding to get them through their differences, while also being sensitive to what happened to both of them. (I think after a while even Rouge would start to see this would be good for the both of them, even IF Eclipse broke her shoulder. She'd still be kind of bitter about that btw and probably mention it even once. And Omega is naturally Omega.)

Also Shadow and Eclipse go through a bunch of stuff together. And they start bonding? And maybe Shadow was being kind of harsh on him? Maybe he shouldn't be so hard on this kid JUST because he's a Black Arms. Shadow wasn't raised like Eclipse was...maybe that has something to do with his reluctance towards them? They're actually pretty similar to each other in other ways, it seems. Hey, Shadow's actually a pretty decent person once you get to know him. And it turns out Eclipse isn't such a monster after all? He's not like Black Doom at all...that's what Shadow always saw the Black Arms as in general anyways. But Eclipse has a heart. He's pretty annoying, but in a weirdly endearing way? Holy shit, maybe this could ACTUALLY work. Maybe they could be brothers. For real this time.

Not sure what much else I could write, but there's something. I just had to make it a redemption arc for the bros didn't I.

[saintlaurentproblems]

I lowkey think Niall wanted to bang Olivia Rodrigo during 2021. I know you can say he was a fan and such but idc. He gave off im down if ur down vibes lol. And Miley Cyrus deffo wanted to fuvk Harry in 2013, she said he was her vibe. They really make sense cause they are two rock stars.

Olivia gives me mean girl vibes. Her friend Cameron and her dad were shading Sabrina during 2021. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/AEXIn1zeYGk

Her fans were dragging Sabrina for making Skin and calling Sabrina the mean girl for standing up against her fans AND Olivia. I do believe the energy you put out there is the energy you receive and it shows now with Sabrinas success. Olivia was being envious of Sabrinas beauty and personalty. People calling Sabrina a flop and now 2024 is her year. Sabrina did not bitch and moan about Olivia, she fr locked in during her big L (and I do believe it shook her-this younger girl swooped in and took a bunch of a Grammys home on her first album...like I know that hurt lmao).

Justin Bieber is an asshole to fans. I dont know why he still has fans and I thought we all agreed to leave him in 2015. Justin acts like we put a gun to his head and forced him to be famous. Just cause you hate your life doesnt mean the fans have to. Giving people the stink eye when they ask for photos. Just ignore them but he spends more energy to be mean. Even last year he was acting weird to fans, https://www.tiktok.com/@noahglenncarter/video/7238756012759452971?lang=en Bro thinks hes the main character 24/7. Relax bro this isnt about you. People are recording cause this a public celeb event. Just stay your ass home. He is stuck in time and thinks we are in 2016 wtf. Another example: https://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/the-hot-button/did-justin-bieber-really-call-a-fan-a-beached-whale-in-australia/article15855402/

Harry Styles gotta be the smartest male singer in terms of image. Besides the whole zionism claims (which we know he supports). There is no slip up..ever. Its so impressive like you will never catch him lacking. Being quiet really takes you so many places.

Selena Gomez is only fucking Benny Blanco cause her looks fell off...and he is associated with JB. You really think 2015 Selena would date Benny? She wouldn't even date Charlie Puth and he is easy on the eyes. People calling her looks nowadays plastic surgery is so sad. Her face was perfect before lupus and its the moon face from her steroid medications that fucked her looks up. People who went though the same: https://www.reddit.com/r/kidneydisease/comments/14x28ix/before_and_after_prednisone/ This why her body is shaped like an apple now: https://www.quora.com/What-are-the-side-effects-of-prednisone https://prednisonepharmacist.com/prednisone-parables/prednisone-parables/ Thats why sometimes her face looks lopsided or looks like she got fillers in her cheeks.

Okay this was A LOT to read.

1. I don’t think Niall wanted to necessarily fuck Olivia but I think he wanted some of her hype and appeal to her demo. Niall had a smart team.

2. I don’t really agree.

3. Hmmm I think the Olivia and Sabrina beef is complicated. And it was smart to lean into it for press and clicks. Imagine if Joshua didn’t lean into the Jesus brand and playing to the next pop boy. We could actually have some interesting content now. I do hope we get an Olivia and Sabrina collab.

4. Yes I’ve heard Justin is so rude to fans. Especially during his peak douchebag years 2015ish. He apparently kicked a girl out of his Uber in the middle of a highway. I think he has mellowed out now. I just don’t think he is good at handle stress. I have way more compassion for him now tho.

5. Harry’s team is so polished. And he is smart to actually listen to him. Idk who ever gave him advice during 1D deserves an award or something. He gives me a pretentious vibe tho. Almost like he has to put on this image to be taken seriously as an artist. He seems inauthentic most of the time.

6. Selena has dated hot and successful men who have treated her like shit. So if dating Bennie is what makes her happy then good for her! And yes she has a round face so when she puts on weight or swells from her meds it really shows in her face. She’s still stunning.

[ezzydean]

💜 surprise kiss / impulsive kiss - Tsukishima x Hinata or Tsukishima x Kageyama? Totally fine if no!

send a heart and a ship for a brief snippet (is 950 words brief? idk and idc cause, if you've been around much you know, i do what i want. also, why chose when i can do both?)

Kageyama is waiting for him to finish changing after the neighborhood game — a game he let Kageyama talk in into joining because he is so absolutely gone for this idiot — because he knows that Kei doesn’t really like walking home alone after the games, that he gets too lost in his own mind going over mistakes and whatnot even though it’s just a silly neighborhood game. So Kageyama waits for him even though they live in opposite parts of town and it takes him twice as long to get back home after games simply because he waits for Kei.

Kageyama doesn’t even look up when Kei stops next to him at the bench. He just holds out his hand for Kei’s bag — another ridiculous thing he does that Kei lets him do because he doesn’t understand Kageyama’s need to do things like this except he does but that’s too much thinking for right now — and wriggles his fingers when Kei doesn’t immediately hand it over.

Kei can’t think about it. Because if he thinks about it he’ll talk himself out of it like the hundreds of other times he’s had the urge and thought just a little too hard about it. Which is easier said than done because he thinks about everything. He’s not impulsive. He doesn’t just go with his instincts, no matter how good those instincts tend to be.

Well. That’s a lie. His instincts are pretty spot on when he has the right people at his back and side. People he can trust. People who trust him just as much as he trusts them.

That’s the thought that finally convinces him that next time he feels like this, the next time the warmth bubbles up in his chest, he’ll give in and just do it.

So he does.

Kei nudges Kageyama’s foot and steps between his legs when Kageyama widens them, going along with Kei’s whims even though this is nothing they’ve done before. Kageyama glances up at him finally, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, and Kei leans down and kisses him.

Kageyama kisses him back.

It’s different with Hinata, it always is. But at the same time, somehow, it’s not all that different at all.

He’s waiting outside Kageyama’s apartment for the both of them. They’re going to some party for one of Hinata’s teammates and Kei only vaguely remembers the reasons for the party let alone the convoluted reasoning that Hinata had come up with for why Kei, of all people, needs to come with. He’s halfway through a message to Kenma about their plans for next month when he hears the familiar pounding of Hinata’s feet along the steps and then Hinata is hanging from his back, trying to wrestle his phone away from him.

It’s easier to just let Hinata take it. He doesn’t even bother looking to see what Hinata adds to the message before sending it and then shoving Kei’s phone into his own pocket. Kenma is just as used to Hinata inserting himself into their conversations these days as Kei is. He looks down at Hinata’s grin and, just like with Kageyama, he doesn’t let himself think about it this time. Doesn’t let himself hesitate or doubt.

It’s different, because Hinata is already stretching up towards him. It’s the same, because Hinata kisses him back.

If Kageyama is surprised to see Hinata sprawled on his couch when they get back from a neighborhood game he doesn’t show it. He just shakes the bags in his hand to get Hinata’s attention and nods toward the kitchen counter. Hinata hops up with a grin and hurries to join Kageyama at the counter. Kei finishes taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket before he flops down on the couch Hinata had just vacated. There’s food but he’s never too hungry until much later after games. He knows that Kageyama will stick his food in the fridge for later.

He hears them bickering behind him but he doesn’t really pay attention until Hinata goes suspiciously quiet. He turns and peeks over the back of the couch just as Hinata quietly asks, “What do you mean I have my own?”

“This is mine and Tsukishima’s. Yours is in the other bag.”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? I’m eating mine. Tsukishima’s goes in the fridge for later. Yours is in the other bag for you to do whatever with.”

“You bought me food?”

Kageyama looks past Hinata and meets Kei’s gaze but he can only shrug because he’s not sure what Hinata’s point is either.

“We always buy you food,” Kei says, turning back to the tv.

“You didn’t even know I would be here, that I would be back today.”

“We never do. Still buy you the food anyway. You never noticed before?”

Kageyama lets out a startled noise from the kitchen and before Kei can even turn to look Hinata is leaning over the couch and planting a kiss on his cheek, just shy of his lips.

“You two are the best,” Hinata says, breath warming Kei’s cheek.

Kei turns enough to return the kiss and then watches Hinata push off from the couch and hurry back into the kitchen. Hinata leaps at Kageyama and starts peppering his face with kisses when Kageyama catches him.

When he finally finds his balance and manages to get one of his hands up to catch Hinata’s chin, Kageyama kisses Hinata. Kei shakes his head and turns back to the tv again, patting around on the couch for the remote. He won’t interrupt them. If they’re too busy making out then he can pick the movie for once.

[fleshrenderturbine]

idk why hes poking at u for being childish and edgy lol. bro has no place to be like "hurrr ur edgy" when he's a stereotypical gore-loving sanrio and gloomy bear edgelord

Big unintentional tangent coming up, i've got nothing to do this hour so I ended up spilling feelings/reminescent thoughts from the day But yeeeeeeeah I mean there's nothing wrong w/liking said things, I AM edgy and proudly cringe to be fair but i tend to flip flop between dark aesthetics and then weird angelic surreal aesthetics because. It's cool. It's what I identify with personally for a variety of reasons. As for the roblox + childish quip, I never got to enjoy dumb games/stuff like roblox as a kid and I think there's smth nice with indulging in little happy stuff as an adult, like yea i have my dumb happy indulgent side but I also am heavily focused on self-improvement outside of this, obviously like everyone else im also flawed but I really like tackling it and im finally doing better in life now after my own escape with abusive family, but it was hell to get out of and I also got lucky. I might complain about my past (it was bad and ofc i have residual problems, its still fresh) but i do acknowledge that besides the problems said past has loaded me with mentally, im doing much better for myself now and almost completely individualized, I drive, work, and am pretty independant despite how childish i may appear, sure. But on this topic again iirc Spencer age regresses and stuff + plays roblox too. A LOT of adults play fortnite, minecraft, roblox ect nowadays they're just stupid fun games, idc. As long as ur not being weird on the platform cus good grief roblox is bad with that.

People will hound and pick apart anything for insults-sake just because they dont like you despite anything ironic about it, and it really shows here. I can dig into him if i wanted to and embarass the fuck out of him w/what I know, but it's old and I dont think reflects his current persona despite him playing down how big it actually was to look better. You can tear just about anyone down if you know how to depending on what material you have to go off of, all I did was change my desc to a link to a song I liked, threw on a pfp, and bam they rip into it.. which despite how tame / relaxed my main is, it just goes to show that I was right to remain anon. Regardless I won't go out of my way to insult like that, just bluff about it (obviously). There's truly nothing constructive in insulting that kind of thing and anyone who has eyes can see the hypocrisy even if they like the guy but won't say it. That itself is embarassing to anyone watching. This is off topic, but while I'm here im still cringing at the "if you wanna talk to him you'll have to go through me ):<" big baddie viktor persona or friend or alter in his account whoever that was attempting to intimidate me. Wow. Now IRONICALLY the problem to me is that if I spoke directly, i'd be chill + almost too chill despite how harsh i've been here. I have a side of myself that is very, very dedicated to helping the right people if they listen and genuinely wish to help themselves. I helped myself escape my situation ofc, helped my partner, I helped 3 people deemed irredeemable elsewhere, (arguably who didnt need help, and I understand why theyd be hated for xyz plus i'd emphazise to them that if they want to change, they have to see what others hate about them and agree its rational. I dont believe in people becoming the worst versions of themsleves and hurting others in the future if it can be stopped) I generally know how to help people look for resources but sometimes it is really hard depending on your personal case. That said as well i can also be rage bent and chase anyone who I think escaping, identifying with the same behavior after knowing better, and choosing to be miserable. I LOATHE people like that and it absoloutely shows. I'll reiterate on this but I used to be similar to him until my 4th and most effective therapist called me out on it. I was pissed initially but then overtime i learned that damn ok, she's actually right. I blame a lot of my own personal growth on her help. Sometimes being 100% gentle isn't going to work but neither is beating someone to death ofc. I also think there's a difference between sugarcoating vs. dead-honest critisism, I like the latter. This is going to sound harsh but generally; I dont want you to prove to me how inhibited you are or how bad you have it to make a point to me and garner sympathy from those around you. There's been enough of that. It's def good to vent but theres a difference here im trying to make clear - after a select few instances, its very obvious for me and others that Spencer has learned how to profit and gain a following from acting pathetic, lying, and playing up what he seems to go through to garner an overprotective circle in a way. Its good to have a support group, always, but this feels different. IM NOT SAYING HE WILL REMAIN THIS WAY. I HOPE HE DOESNT. Im simply calling it out and im sure despite the song and dance on main he knows what i mean.

I want to see motivation to grow instead of choosing to wallow in misery, it might suck for awhile to brave through what you're enduring but you'll thank yourself later for sure. My talk with ybt also showed to me that I dont think these people know what they're doing w/resources, honestly. But again what I want to see self respect and TRUE admittance to ones mistake. People do not know how actively damaging it is to choose to play up their misery to a level thats unrealistic and isnt actually reflecting what they're going through for pity/donations/etc. (disclaimer, I will say a lot of the time you dont even know you're doing it but i have reason to believe he should know) i've been that way myself before, so I do know what it's like. I just got very lucky with my resources last year and someone irl who helped me out. I have a bad habit of also suddenly becoming way too soft when communicating with people like this. Probably bcs due to [insert disorder here] and i'd take on the "oh everything is ok now!" type of tone and regretting it later like i have before bcs I will fail to really hammer in what I need to, thus rendering the conversation ineffective and possibly being taken advantage of. I'd go on but itsssss.. intricate and tedious to get into. I can ramble forever if im given the stage. Whoops.

[dejwritesarchived]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ late night snack ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.kento ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) late-night snack session with y/n & yu nanami.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — warning: female reader, jjk spoilers, post shibuya arc, written with black reader in mind, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of kids, reader is seven months pregnant, established relationship (reader is married to nanami kento), tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of reader being a doctor for the kyoto school, nanami nickname for his daughter is tater tot pls its cute (say its cute now!), reader also has reverse curse technique similar to like shoko, i said tooth rotting fluff but it's low-key a lil angst at the end, this is just so cute and fluffy cause this is endgame for nanami, he's somewhere with his wife and mini me living life (scars and all)

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — i saw how good babymaking did and decided why not give you guys more of that couple. i did mention that i will possibly turn it into a full fic and decided to do it in the canon verse and a what if nanami survived shibuya. yes, the fanart of him with his eye patch made me do it. so this cute little fluff is set after shibuya. i know fluff usually flops sometimes on here..but idc this is self-indulgent.

YOUR BODY LEANED AGAINST THE COUNTER AS YOU DROVE YOUR SPOON INTO THE TUB OF ICE CREAM AGAIN. The sweet taste hitting your tongue caused you to moan out in sweet relief finally indulging in your late-night cravings. With being seven months pregnant, your cravings seemed to increase just as much as the size of your swollen belly. The discomfort of sleeping sometimes always leads you to scavenge through the fridge or the pantry for a snack while watching some tv show on Netflix until you fell asleep on the couch with whatever snack you were munching on in your hand. 

However, this night was different. As you wiggle yourself out of your husband's grasp to sneak out, you were met with your daughter Yu leaving her room to use the bathroom. She never wiped the sleep from her eyes so quickly, wondering if you had to use the bathroom like her. When you told her no, her curious mind only led to more questions. 

So here you two were sharing a tub of cookies and crème ice cream bought specifically for you from the local ice cream parlor. It was complete silence from the two of you in fear that you’ll wake the man upstairs when you two were supposed to be doing the same thing. Yu was the one that broke the silence as she was prompt on the counter scooping up ice cream. 

“Mommy, what will my brother's name be?” Yu asked. Her bold brown eyes that she stole from her father looked up from the ice cream to look at you.

“I have a suggestion that Uncle Gojo gave me, but whatever your father and I choose—just know his name will be just as beautiful as yours,” You smiled at her.

Yu was your sunshine in the morning. The day you found out you were pregnant with her, you were panicking. You remember explicitly sitting in the doctor’s office completely astonished by the words of the doctor telling you how far along you were. You were afraid, that raising a child in a world full of curses was tricky. But it was your lovely husband Nanami Kento that assured you that everything would be okay. The two of you just had to take baby steps. 

Which you did. You didn’t push yourself so hard as the main doctor at the scorcher school in Kyoto. Especially given the many eyes that examined you under a microscope to make sure you were okay. From Utahime dropping off food because when you weren’t pregnant, you sometimes were so indulged in your work—you forgot to eat. But now that you had a little human growing inside you, she doubled down on this task. You couldn’t ignore the random pops up from the students. You were completely onto them coming into your office asking about random bruises on their bodies—when they just wanted to make sure you were okay. 

Nanami didn’t accept as many missions as he used to and always was home on time to greet you with a kiss and on some days even cook dinner after his long day at work. As months went on and your belly grew, you were so excited to meet your little girl. Deciding to name her after Nanami’s late friend Yu Haibara was a huge step because it forced Nanami to think about his friend. Plus, you wanted to have a natural birth in the comfort of your own home—but that was put on hold when you went into labor early—soon giving birth to a premature Yu that only weighed three pounds. 

You had Nanami by your side twenty-four-seven during the process of Yu getting bigger. It wasn’t a hard journey, but you guys got through it. The kangaroo care that had your eyes clouding with tears seeing Nanami hold his daughter previously on his broad chest. You were sure even the nurses were swooning at the moment. The journey to the NICU unit and seeing your small beautiful baby girl sleeping peacefully. Obviously, the deadly postpartum depression you endured in the hospital waiting for improvements on Yu. It led you down an overthinking rabbit hole as you only blame yourself that you went into labor. Perhaps you went into maternity leave a little too late or maybe you picked up something a little too heavy for you. It was a dark time for you, but it was Nanami who assured you everything was okay. 

You were grateful for your family now. With Yu turning six pretty soon and then on top of that you were bloated with another child—the Nanami’s were growing in numbers. You were excited to meet your new child and you couldn’t wait for Yu to meet her newest sibling. She couldn’t stop talking about it. 

From babbling on about how she had to protect her little brother to sometimes even sleeping in the baby’s nicely decorated room. 

“Do you have any suggestions?” You asked your daughter while scooping some ice cream.

“No, not at the moment. I just can’t wait to meet him though.” Yu said with a smile.

“Me either.” You said with a smile. “Let’s hope he’s not as grouchy in the morning as your father.” You snickered and Yu let out a cute giggle before eating ice cream once again. 

As you and your daughter continue to chow down the rest of the ice cream before it became a melted mess, you could hear someone clear their throat to get both your attention. You glanced up seeing Nanami leaning against the door frame of the kitchen staring at the both of you. You still had your spoon in your mouth while your daughter had ice cream stains on her face. 

“It’s two in the morning,” He firmly said as he looked between his two favorite girls. “Care to explain why you two are up so late eating ice cream?” His eyebrows raised waiting for a response. 

Yu’s eyes looked at you waiting for you to come up with a response, but you were looking at her expecting her to give her father a response. She was the daddy’s little girl after all, if Nanami could—he would let her get away with so many things. 

“I can explain, just some late-night cravings for the little guy.” You rubbed at your swollen belly smiling at your husband.

“And what’s your excuse young lady?” Nanam’s index finger pointed at his daughter who started thinking.

“I was following mommy.” Yu shrugged before he’s smiling at him and dug into the ice cream once again.

Nanami chuckles as he’s stepping forward and collecting each of your spoons out of your hand. “Both of you, to bed now.”

At the same time, both you and your daughter kissed your teeth. You slowly put the lid back onto the ice cream, “But it’s almost finished, we might as well finish it.” You whined as you stepped forward. 

Nanami’s back was faced towards you as he cleaned off the spoons you used. You wrapped your arms around his waist, your belly poking him in the back as you were pouting, “Please.” You said with a high-pitched voice. 

You could feel Nanami’s grasp upon your hands to untwine himself out of your grasp and now he’s facing you. His brown hues stared down at you before speaking once more, “She has school tomorrow and you have a doctor’s appointment. I want both of you to not be tired in the morning.” He leaned down to place a quick peck on your lips. “Okay?” 

“If I say okay, could we stop at that food vendor that sells that delicious taiyaki?” You asked. 

“Will this make you two go back upstairs to bed?” He asked. His eyes traveled to his daughter who was wiping the ice cream from her face with a paper towel, but she was frantically nodding at his question. 

“You two just love to swindle me for sweets,” Nanami chuckles. 

“It will make Yu, myself, and Yoshino happy.” You smiled before you’re laying your head on his chest and snaked your arms around his waist once more.

“Yoshino?” Nanami questioned. 

“Yeah, it’s a name Satoru suggested before you know what happened. I mean, it’s mainly used for girls—but it means luck. So, I like it.” You said with a smile.

“I like it too,” Nanami answered.

“Me three!” Yu said through a yawn and Nanami took it upon himself to finally wiggle out of your grasp for one last time to collect his daughter to pick her up. 

“Ready to go back to bed tater tot?” He asked, calling her by that adorable nickname because it was one of her favorite foods. 

She tiredly giggles before placing her head on her father’s shoulder and nodding at his question. You couldn’t help but smile at the view as you followed the duo out of the kitchen and back upstairs after turning off the lights. 

Even after the events that transpired after Shibuya, you were happy that you had your family. With your home that was filled with sunshine and happiness, around your happiness was the world of sorcerers and curses—which was crumbling down day by day since Satoru was sealed. 

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[bibbawrites]

Good Girl - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (SMUT 18+)

Request: Can you write a smut with charlie where he eats the reader out with lots of dirty talk and praising? // literally any charlie smut idc

Word Count: 1187 words

Summary: You had a bad day at work, everything that could go wrong went wrong and of course your boss blamed it all on you. You come home and your boyfriend Charlie decides to make you feel better

Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving), swearing, dirty talk

A/N: really sorry this isnt the longest, hopefully its still okay. i’m trying to get the rest of my requests out asap, sorry i’m taking so long!  enjoy! 

On a scale of bad days, the day you just had might have set a new record. You had just worked a full day shift at your job at the local grocer, and every single thing that could go wrong, went wrong.

Your day started at 6:30am after you slept through your alarm to wake you up for work. Because of your late start you didn’t get a chance to have breakfast, so you grabbed a coffee at Starbucks on the way, which sounds great but Starbucks gave you the wrong coffee, and you didn’t have time to stop and have them remake it so you just drank it.

Finally you arrived at work to find your boss in a foul mood, and you got into trouble for being late, despite the fact that you were only late by two minutes. 

You clocked into work and somehow your day just kept getting worse. 

Someone had lost a whole box of stock, and of course your boss blamed it all on you when it wasn’t even stock from your section. Then the main scanner system broke, so all products had to have their codes manually typed into the computer system which took forever and had the customers angry about the wait.  A woman brought her son in and he threw a massive tantrum, breaking four jars of pasta sauce which you then had to clean up, which resulted in you missing your lunch break.  Your co-worker who was meant to take over on the afternoon shift never arrived, so not only did you have to stay back later without any break, but your boss blamed you for your co-worker not arriving, like you had somehow made them not come into work. 

Finally it was time for you to head home, so you check out and leave, only to find you had accidentally left the headlights switched on in your haste to get into work that morning, so your car had a flat battery. 

Luckily another co-worker was able to jump-start your car and with that you headed home, intent on curling up on the couch with your boyfriend Charlie, and cry over your bad day. 

“Char? I’m home.” You called, walking through the front door. 

“In here.” He called back, and you headed into the living room, finding Charlie sat on the couch with his guitar. He looked up as you entered the room, his smile falling when he saw how drained you looked. 

“Long day?” He questioned, placing his guitar to the side and holding his arms open for you to snuggle into him. You nodded, curling into his arms and sighing, the first of your held back tears escaping. 

He held you tight as you cried, rubbing your back and whispering softly in your ear to calm you down, and when you stopped crying he placed a soft kiss on your head. 

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, his voice soft. You nodded slightly, before recapping your whole day to him. When you were finished he gave you a look. 

“Time to make you forget all about your bad day.” He said, his voice low. Your stomach fluttered. He stood up, holding his hand out for you to take, and he lead you down the hallway to your bedroom. 

“What do you have in mind?” You asked, standing in front of him. 

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” He grinned. He pushed you backwards gently and you took the hint, laying down onto the bed and looking up at him through hooded eyes. Charlie lent over you, his body pressed up against yours, so close that you could feel the hardness of his dick through his pants. 

“Let me make you feel good baby girl.” He whispered, connecting your lips in a fiery kiss. You moaned, wetness flooding your panties as you kissed, Charlie’s body grinding up against you. 

He pulled away briefly to pull your clothes off, as well as his own shirt and jeans, leaving you completely naked and him in just his boxer briefs. 

He placed his large hands on your thighs, and you clenched at the feeling of his calloused fingertips on your bare skin. Charlie grinned, spreading your legs apart to allow himself access to your pussy. He knelt down, grabbing your legs again to drag you closer to him. 

“So gorgeous when you’re spread out like that. All for me.” He spoke, and your stomach fluttered. 

You moaned loudly as his lips and teeth grazed your thighs, your hips bucking up, desperate for contact. Charlie moved up your inner thigh, his breath cool on your clit making you shiver with pleasure. 

“Such a good girl for me.” He muttered, before burying his face in your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clit. You moaned loudly, head thrown back, thankful that you and Charlie were living alone. 

“You like that baby girl?” Charlie asked and you nodded quickly. He smiled. 

“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He said. He lent back down, nose brushing against your clit. 

“Charlie.” You moaned, the pleasure rolling off you like waves as he continued to eat you out. Charlie lifted his head up, his eyes meeting yours, pupils dilated with lust. 

“Baby you taste amazing.” He complimented. “And you’re being so good for me.” 

“Char I’m close.” You warned, the familiar feeling of an orgasm rapidly approaching. Charlie grinned. 

“You want me to keep eating you out? Or do you want me to fuck you against the bed until you’re screaming out my name?” He questioned. You moaned loudly. 

“Stop talking and just do. I’m gonna cum just hearing you talk.” You spoke, getting somewhat agitated from your need to cum. 

“Oh yeah?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, the look on his face showing that was definitely something he’d want to explore more.

“Charles.” You growled and Charlie raised his hands in surrender. 

“Okay okay, I’m doing it.” He licked a long strip along your pussy and you cried out in pleasure. 

“I’ll never get tired of this taste.” Charlie moaned softly. 

“Char I’m-” You stopped, unable to finish your sentence. 

“I know baby, cum for me.” He instructed, before burying his face back into your pussy, tongue flicking along your clit and into you. You grabbed a handful of his hair as you finally let go, your orgasm shaking your body as you came all over Charlie’s tongue. 

He worked you through your orgasm, pulling away once you became too sensitive. He flopped down onto the bed next to you, and you sighed contently. 

“Give me five minutes and I’ll help you out.” You said, motioning towards his still hard dick in his underwear. Charlie shook his head. 

“This was all about you, I’m fine.” He said. 

“Are you sure?” You questioned. He nodded. 

“Positive. I just wanna snuggle up to my girl and take a well earned nap.” 

“That sounds amazing.” You replied, and he pressed a soft kiss to your head, before the two of you curled up under his favourite blanket and fell asleep in each others arms. 

[honeypiehotchner]

Statistically Speaking (a Spencer Reid one shot)

Okay, yes, I know I literally just made a post about being triggered by Criminal Minds, but writing fluff about Spencer has been one of the things that has helped me heal (weirdly enough) and this is one of the one shots that I wrote. It’s all fluff. Enjoy xx.

(Also I’m only on like season 2 of the show so that’s when I’m imagining this is set but it can be whenever idc)

Tagging @breadgenie892​ because she ruined me with her Jaskier x Geralt fluff earlier. This is 100% payback :)

You and Spender Reid — sorry, Dr. Spencer Reid as he adorably introduced himself to you on your first day at the BAU (and scrambled to say, “S-Sorry, it’s Spencer. Just Spencer Reid,” immediately after).

The two of you have quite the bond.

You’re no genius, not in the way Spencer is. Your memory is nowhere near Eidetic, it more resembles Dory from Finding Nemo, but you don’t make that joke anymore. Hotch gave you quite a worried look and called you into his office an hour later to ask if you were alright that day.

But you digress.

Before you met Spencer, Google was your best friend. You ask a lot of questions, and by a lot-- well, just ask Morgan.

On your first day, Morgan said, and you quote, “Oh, God. There’s two of them.”

Whenever you had a question, you Googled it. You researched, you found literary journals and universities that studied what you wanted to know. You found your answers, and sometimes more questions along the way.

But when you started at the BAU, Google was child’s play. Especially when Spencer could give you the answer faster than you could type in the question and hit enter on Google.

It’s one of the things you love most about him. At first, he only answered you because you have a bad habit of asking questions aloud when meaning to just speak to yourself. Spencer didn’t know you were mainly asking yourself, and he launched into a full explanation. You were too mesmerized to stop him, and started asking further questions. It went on and on until you were dazed and he was smiling, and the rest of the team was staring at the two of you like you’d gone insane.

So now, you ask him anything and everything.

Like…

Recently, you called him at almost ten at night. It was storming, but you really needed to take a shower. It had been two days since your last, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey Spence,” you said when he picks up. “Statistically speaking, how likely am I to get struck by lightning?”

“What? Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I need to shower and it’s storming. How do I look statistically?”

“Not good! Don’t take a shower!”

“Spencer,” you groaned, flopping down on your bed.

“Y/N, showering increases your likelihood of being electrocuted. Ten to twenty people on average are struck by lighting when bathing.”

“There’s the stats,” you chuckled. “Fine, genius. I’ll wait it out.”

“Good,” he sounded genuinely relieved.

His concern made you smile. “What are you up to?”

“Talking you out of electrocuting yourself.”

“I wouldn’t be electrocuting myself. The lightning is what would do it.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Are you tired of me yet?”

Spencer laughed airily before he replied in a soft voice, “No. Never.”

As strange as it sounds, things changed that night. Spencer stayed on the phone with you until the storm passed -- you were getting scared after a particularly loud boom of thunder, but you’d never admit that to him. Once it passed and once Spencer checked the weather radar to be sure it was gone, he let you shower.

The next morning at the BAU, you fixed a cup of coffee for him as a thank you for the night before. You were expecting him to take it and move on, but he pulled you into a hug instead.

Thankfully, no one saw it. If they had, you’d both be getting hell for it.

But despite not seeing the hug, the team has noticed things.

Hotch first noticed it when you offered to accompany Reid to the local police station to set things up on a new case. You normally go with Emily to talk to the families or even with Morgan to visit crime scenes. It was nothing against Spencer, you just happened to like being out in the field more than holed up in a station with exhausted law enforcement.

But not this time. This time you wanted to be with Reid. You even turned down Morgan’s offer to go to the crime scene.

Yeah. Hotch knew something was up.

Morgan noticed, too. He saw you pouring a massive amount of sugar into a cup of coffee and jokingly asked if it was for Reid. In your flustered state, you said it was yours. But Morgan watched you hand the cup off to Reid once you were back with him.

Emily’s suspicions were confirmed when you were talking with her one night on the plane. Everyone else was asleep, so you, Emily, and JJ began talking about “girly” things. Tonight’s topic happened to be crushes.

“I can’t imagine falling for someone on the team,” Emily whispered, pulling a face, overdoing it just to get your reaction.

And your reaction was priceless. You shrugged and went completely silent. While you were glancing over your shoulder to check that Reid was still sleeping, Emily shared quite the look with JJ.

Garcia was maybe the last to notice things. She had her suspicions as well (it passes the time, and Morgan made a few comments about it, too), but when she saw the two of you laughing, that was it. Spencer was sitting in his desk chair and you were sitting on his desk. You were arguing about something Garcia couldn’t hear, but the smiles on your faces told her the argument was all flirting.

And she’d be right to think that, too. The argument that day was that Spencer overworks himself, so you promptly sat on top of his paperwork so that he couldn’t get to it. He refused to touch it because it was too close to your ass and voiced this issue, and you told him it sounded like a personal problem. And that you wanted him to get up and walk around, maybe eat something, too.

You’re a bit of a hopeless romantic. That part of you was telling you that Spencer’s flirting was genuine. That there were feelings buried behind it, but you were never sure.

Spencer was officially the last to notice.

“How am I looking?” You asked seemingly out of nowhere.

Spencer raised his eyebrows, turning to look at you, your voice having broken him out of his thoughts. “Uh, good?”

You tilt your head. “No, statistically. I asked what are the chances of me making it to dinner on time?”

“Dinner?” Morgan asked, sauntering over with his blinding smile. “Got a hot date tonight?”

“You wish,” you scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly.

But you didn’t elaborate further, which caused Spencer to go quiet. Realizing you weren’t getting any statistics out of him this time, you gathered your things in your arms and headed out.

Once you made it through the door, Morgan nearly fell to the floor. “Spencer. Pretty boy. What are you doing, man?”

Spencer dumbly looked down at the paperwork on his desk.

Before he could say anything, Morgan said, “No, man, not the paperwork. Y/N. What are you doing?”

“What do you mean what am I doing?”

Morgan laughed loudly. “Oh, pretty boy. You have no idea?”

Spencer scooted back from his desk, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. “No idea about what?”

“Reid,” Morgan emphasizes every word. “She likes you.”

The sentence stunned Spencer so much he nearly fell out of his chair. “What?”

“Come on, man,” Morgan groaned. “An IQ of 187 and it didn’t help you see she’s got feelings for you?”

Spencer stood to his feet, grabbing his jacket. You liked him. You like him, and you’re going to dinner with someone else.

“There you go,” Morgan cheered as Spencer practically bolted from the room. “Go get her, tiger!”

“Shut up!” Spencer called after Morgan.

Pushing through the doors, Spencer halted, seeing you standing by the elevator. You’re staring down at your phone, and you don’t exactly look happy.

Spencer approaches you slowly, hand gripping the strap of his bag. “You okay?”

You look up quickly like he’s startled you, and truthfully, he has. “Oh. Um, no. My date-- Well, they canceled. Said something came up.”

Spencer can see you’re hurt by this, but he doesn’t care. “Have dinner with me,” he says, eyes expectant.

“With you?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, a smile coming through when he adds, “please.”

“Okay,” you can’t help but smile, too.

Spencer grins now, stepping over to press the down arrow on the elevator. You wait in silence, stepping on when the doors open, and Spencer presses the button for the ground floor.

All of your hurt is gone from your face now, and it causes Spencer to start thinking. He stares ahead, and then he hears you giggle.

When he looks over at you, he asks. “You didn’t have a dinner date, did you?”

“Nope,” you chuckle. “Got ya.”

“Yeah,” Spencer laughs. “You got me.”

“So…” You pause, heart racing. “Statistically speaking, how likely are you to kiss me right now?”

Spencer doesn’t even care that the elevator is a few seconds from reaching the ground floor. All he cares about right now is you.

And because of that, he says, “Very likely,” before pulling you in. Your fingers tangle in his hair while his cup your jaw, moving you closer, deepening the kiss, trying to make up for all of his stupidity. As he holds you now, feels your lips, he wonders how he never knew.

[angelmichelangelo]

For me it’s the fact that he disappears for like a year or whatever and then comes back with an hour and a half long tour promo and then expects these huge venues to sell out. Like dude I know YouTube passed on your show (which all companies do to people all the time like it’s not just you bro) but there are other outlets which you could express yourself on or even just drop a tweet every now and again to show you’re still active to your fans. I would’ve had more respect for him if he had just dropped a five minute video saying YouTube passed on his shows and he was pissy about it but he decided he needs money now so he’s gonna make videos again.

dan is trapped in this horrible cycle of constantly wanting more and more, it not working out for him, dipping and then coming back wanting more and more.

dan maybe used to be relatable? back in the early days of youtube? but how can he be now? he lives in a big fuck off house, can afford to just not do his job for a few years and then when it suits him, he can appear again and go: buy my merch buy my tour tickets im one of you !! like…… babygirl no you are not.

there’s that one old liveshow clips where he talks about how growing up as a kid, he couldn’t afford merch and how much that affected him. because when you’re a kid you don’t understand how little it matters in the grand scheme of things, when you’re 13 it feels like the end of the world. and i GET that. and then he goes on about how him and phil don’t make much merch and how if they do it’s relatively affordable for everyone, and at the time i really respected that. now he’s out here charging £40 for a fucking journal??? and phil £50 for the fucking cheapest ass looking pyjamas????? dude. wtf happened? what actually happened? they got greedy and dan really did think he could dip from youtube for a year and come back and still make the same figures on his paycheck…. it’s a wake up call for him i hope. and as for phil. stop trying to appease the algorithm or pull in new fans. you have an incredibly dedicated and loyal audience that tbh deserves better imo. phil deleting lessamazingphil videos in lieu of making shorts to “reach a wider audience” is insane to me. insane. nobody is discovering dnp in 2022. it’s either the same fans or old ones coming back. they really gotta realise that, and that’s why so many people left phandom. you get ignored so what do you expect?

idc if the tour flops. what even if the purpose of it? ii was a stretch because even that, the bare bones of the tour was weak af but nobody cared because it was them that was the appeal, not the content. and dan alone just isn’t as strong of a personality to carry an entire tour by himself. idk why they don’t see that: the content of tatinof and ii wasn’t fun or good or groundbreaking. it was dnp as a duo that people wanted to see. good luck to him, at least when it goes horribly wrong he’ll have something else to make an hour long video about :/

[buffysummers]

this is probably going to sound so dumb and overly feelings-y, but it always makes me so sad how many people just... hate Angel. Like obviously he has some bad moment, he is after all a demon and also a man, which is a double whammy, but he’s also traumatized and isolated from society and has cripplingly low self esteem, and still tried so hard!!! and loves so much!! And I find his arc so beautiful and interesting! It’s a genuinely very interetinf and nuanced take on redemption and being “a monster”. And his relationship with Buffy is so poetic and even if it’s not everyone’s cup of tea ( :( ) it has some really gorgeous and romantic moments!! And Buffy seems genuinely very happy and supported with him much of the time! The very concept of Angel’s character is so cool!!! Honestly I kind of relate to Angel in some ways (I know, bad on me), and it’s sorta stupidly upsetting to see how much fans hate him, especially when it often feels like it boils down to “I don’t like this one aspect of Angel’s atonement” or “I hate Angel/Buffy”. Sorry for the long thing, i’m just all emotional and silly.

Don’t you worry, you can never have too many feelings about Buffy the Vampire Slayer on my blog. This is a safe space to have all the feelings you’d like! 

But I definitely agree with everything you said. The hatred of Angel is actually something that happened years after the show ended, so if it makes you feel better, I’m sure David felt supported and loved when the shows were airing lol. It’s mostly just the Spuffies, they feel threatened by Bangel so they tear down Angel as a result.

I really love Angel as a character. He’s my second favorite character out of the Buffyverse. I love how artistic he is? He loves to sketch, and he’s very talented. He loves to read? He’s always reading? I myself am a very artistic person so I’m always drawn to artsy bitches. When he was like: I stayed in and read. I was like bitch, me too!

I’d agree that his journey of atonement is so beautifully nuanced and powerful. People forget that Angel really *doesn’t* have a lot of world experience. He spent 100+ years as a soulless demon, and another 100 years being a recluse... living on the streets eating rats. So, when he meets Buffy, she gives him a sense of purpose. He’s like: hey I really want to help this girl. And it’s all so beautiful? Like the set I posted today... they just don’t make love stories like that anymore.

I don’t really let the Angel hate get me down, I just ignore it. Like I’m out here giffing Bangel knowing it will flop and idc bc guess what??? I love them and I know a lot of people love them, too, even if there aren’t a lot of content creators on here that love them. Or maybe they do but they just don’t want to gif Buffy and I can’t say I blame them... giffing Buffy is a NIGHTMARE, the remaster is AWFUL lmao.

Don’t let the haters get ya down! “Shake it off. Taylor Swift, always right.” -Jake Peralta