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[thetwilightroadtonightfall]

I am the happiest person on earth right now because I just went out with a friend to grab a late lunch and it was just supposed to be a quick casual catch up thing that turned into a 4 hour conversation in the car about things that happened to us almost a decade ago 🥲

[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Starscream is given a bath, Part 4:

Bet y’all thought I was done with this. I’m not done, I was just stuck on this part for a really long time. It wasn’t going the way I wanted it to, but then again, I always have doubts when it comes to Starscream’s characterization.

Anyway, it ended up being pretty long. 1298 words. I’m not all too satisfied with it, but I gotta just post it and move on.

Part 3: here

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“Starscream.”

He opened his optics once more, taking a few seconds to recalibrate. It appeared that he had actually fallen into a recharge without noticing. He looked down at himself, seeing that his arms and chest were looking…shinier than usual. He flexed his digits, touching the tip of every talon to his thumb. She’d done a good job, for a human. Collecting himself but still feeling a little drowsy, Starscream looked down at her.

“Yes? What is it?”

“I need to clean your vents.”

He bristled at that statement, his expression quickly turning sour. “You don’t need to do that.” He waved a servo, wings flattening behind his back.

“Come on, would you rather be breathing dirty air for the rest of your life?”

“My cooling system cleans itself.” He huffed. “I thought you knew that by now.”

“Your air filtration and internal components do. The vents don’t. They’re external.” Damnit, why did she have to know so much about cybertronian biology? The human reached up, her hands grabbing onto the vents on both sides of his face and tugging on them. He grumbled at that, still wanting to avoid this wretched fate. Nevertheless, he allowed her to pull him down. He knew by now that arguing would be pointless.

“I won’t get any water in, I’m just gonna run a towel over them.” She let go of him, stepping out of the bathtub. She quietly walked to a cabinet, opening it and grabbing a soft little towel. The human ran some warm water over it, before squeezing out the excess and returning to him.

“Lean on the side of the tub, please?”

He didn’t say anything, but did as told. His wings were hanging low, as flat as they possibly could be. Seriously? Did he hate vent cleaning that much?

“This won’t hurt a bit, I promise.”

He only grumbled in response.

The human brought the towel up to him, first rubbing it over his faceplate to wipe off anything that wasn’t cleaned by the initial run of water. She cleaned him with the soft cloth using one hand, the other holding onto the side of his vent intake to keep him still. Starscream had shut his optics as tightly as possible, not moving an inch during this part of the cleanup.

“That’s nice, isn’t it?” She asked, her voice gentle as if talking to a child. “Doesn’t that warmth feel so soothing, Starscream?”

“Don’t patronize me.” He replied, his voice muffled from the towel she kept rubbing on his face. The human just chuckled at the sight.

“Now if you just tilt your head back, I can move on to the vents.”

He did as instructed, but she could easily see how tense he was. Starscream’s servos gripped the sides of the bathtub, holding himself still. She tilted his chin up ever so slightly, noting that the seeker still refused to open his optics. Slowly and being as gentle as possible, she pressed the towel into his vents, using her fingers to assist in cleaning any grime off the grilles. The process went smoothly for the most part, Starscream obviously uncomfortable but managing to keep himself still. All the way until-

He yelled and kicked up the water when she touched a bad spot, his servos finding and gripping her wrists as he pulled her away from himself.

“That’s enough touching, thank you very much.” Starscream scrambled away to the other corner of the tub, a flash of irritation on his faceplate and a defensiveness to his mannerisms.

“Hang on, I think I saw something in there.”

The seeker wrapped his arms around his frame, pulling his knees all the way up to his chest. The human let out a soft sigh, sitting on the side of the tub and trying to sound as gentle as possible.

“Do you want me to get it?”

He met her gaze and the look on his faceplate momentarily shifted as though she’d just offered to rip his spark out. Then, his expression changed again to one of contemplation. He knew this was going to hurt. But he also knew that he was going to feel much worse over the long run if she didn’t get it out. Could she really, though? Get it out?

Starscream could tolerate pain, best to just get it over with. Better her than asking the Autobots for help. Fine, he’d trust her to get it out.

“Fine. Just… be quick about it?” He asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

The human nodded, and Starscream shuffled back to his previous spot, unusually timid. He was partially acting, pretending to be more scared than he actually was with the hope that it’d earn him a gentler touch.

“Try not to make any sudden moves, alright? I won’t lose a finger if you flinch, not there, but please… be mindful of your strength.”

“Right. The usual.” He replied with a tiny chuckle and a subtle crack of his voice.

Evidently, it had worked. She held his faceplate between her hands, positioning it just right so she could see inside the grilles- which he had feathered to a 90-degree angle for better access.

“Thank you.”

She leaned forward, peering inside. Once she had a good look at the piece of debris, she spoke up.

“Okay, I’m gonna start now. Don’t panic.”

Starscream didn’t resist, just kept his optics shut hoping that this would all be done soon. Carefully, the human reached her fingers inside- this felt weird. This felt so weird. Cooling vents were not supposed to have anything solid entering them. Not so deep. Even though he knew the human’s hand was there to help him, that she was not a threat, he had to clench his servos in order to ignore every coded instinct telling him to keep his vents clear, to remove the obstruction that was her hand immediately.

He was so focused on keeping still that he didn’t even realised she was done until his temperature regulation system suddenly stopped yelling at him. Hesitantly opening his optics once more, he was met with the sight of the human looking down at him, a shard of metal in her hand covered in dried energon.

The first thing he felt was relief, as he took in a strong intake of air and a slight smile found its way to his faceplate.

That hadn’t hurt all that much.

“See? Got it out. didn’t hurt too much, I hope.”

Seeing as he didn’t reply, she continued.

“But I think it left behind a cut, do you need me t-“

Oh no. He knew exactly what she was going to ask, and he wouldn’t allow it.

“No, no need!” he suddenly cut her off, and grabbed the piece of shrapnel from her hand, examining it. “If this is all that was in there… my frame will be able to repair any leftover damage on its own now.”

He turned his gaze back down to her.

“As helpful as you have been, I’d rather not have you rooting through my internals any longer than you absolutely have to. Especially there.” he explained, an aversion of his optics accompanying that last word. He didn’t want to seem rude, especially after all this human had done.

“Hmm, that’s fair. I guess I see why it’d be uncomfortable if our roles were reversed.”

He was relieved at her understanding. Well, his problem was solved. He should probably thank her for that. Starscream scoffed. He was doing too much thanking today.

“I’m…grateful. For the help.”

She smiled. Huh. There she went again. He could really get used to that.

“Don’t mention it. Must’ve been painful. And besides, it’s not time to thank me yet. We’ve still gotta do your wings.”

[coalswriting]

hair holds memories - natalie scatorccio

summary – bleaching natalie’s hair became routine for (y/n), but things became a bit more complicated the day natalie disappeared. (approx. 1.7k words)

a/n – trigger warning for mentions of weight loss + puking!! i wrote this cos i was feeling a lil down and wanted to vent a little. hope y’all enjoy <3  

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your (e/c) orbs glossed over the pages of the novel you were reading while you sipped a cup of tea. you were hunched over your crowded desk, notes scattered around as you picked out comparisons between the novel and wuthering heights. you were given as comparative essay as an assignment for english class, and you had chosen to compare the theme of the role of women within society.

your eyelids began to feel heavy, and you swore that you would fall asleep before you could finish the chapter. peering over towards your alarm, your eyes widened when you noticed that it was nearing 1am. sighing, you knew you’d have trouble waking up for school tomorrow if you stayed up much later, so you flicked your bookmark between the worn pages of the book and shut it, sliding it into your backpack.

you stood up with a stretch, grabbing your hairbrush to tidy yourself up before bed. suddenly, you heard a rhythmic clinking against your window. confused, you processed the sound for a moment before peeking an eye out between your curtains. you deflated from your slight shock when you noticed it was only natalie. pulling the curtains open and pushing the window, you called out to her in a whisper-yell.

“it’s 1am nat, what are you doing? and what’s with that hat??”

natalie, in response, grimaced, pulling her beanie tighter over her head. she looked at you with discomfort before whispering back, “i had an accident and i need your help, can i come in?”

you exhaled heavily but smiled, “one sec.”

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natalie sat on your toilet as you paced back and forth.

“how the hell did you do that?!”

she looked ashamed of herself, her hair practically ginger. “i don’t know, (y/n)! i was trying to go blonde! stop laughing!”

a towel was thrown at you and you damn-near fell over, gripping the sink to steady yourself from your laughter. “okay, okay, hold on,” you chuckled, crouching down to rummage through the drawer under your sink, “I think my mom still has some spare bleach and purple shampoo from the last time she did her hair.”

“i swear to fuck, (y/n), if my hair falls out, i’ll cut all of yours off in your sleep,” your once-brunette-now-ginger friend threatened to ignorant ears.

“yeah, yeah,” you dismissed.

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natalie’s hair had come out perfectly when you did it that time, and since then, you were primarily responsible for bleaching her hair. it became routine, every month, she would come by and sit on your toilet while you would touch up her roots. you both enjoyed it and talked about life whenever it came to that. the last time you did it was the weekend before nationals.

“thanks again,” natalie smiled at you coyly, checking herself out in the mirror. you hugged her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder. she looked beautiful, the white lighting of your bathroom mirror illuminating each and every strand.

you were engrossed in her as you admired, murmuring, “you look beautiful.”

you swore you could see natalie’s cheeks gain a rosy hue. she cleared her throat, hiding her face with her fist, and you felt butterflies in your chest, tearing your eyes away from her angelic face.  

“uh, anyways,” you changed the topic quickly, flustered at what you had said, “good luck at nationals. i’ll be waiting for your return with the trophy.”

natalie elbowed you gently, smirking, “i’ll see you at the after-party, yeah?”

you nodded, “for sure.”  

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processing grief was difficult, you came to learn. upon hearing of the plane crash, you didn’t cry. you didn’t scream, you didn’t react in any way. you just lied in bed for days, shackled down by a huge wave of apathy. you lost a lot of weight, nearly puking every time you touched food.

after a few months, you grew hopeful. you knew natalie – you knew she was alive. she was a fighting spirit, and something told you that things would be okay.

when the first winter passed, you finally accepted that natalie was probably dead. the grief hit you in a delayed wave, and your friends held you as you wept in the bathroom that you had routinely done her hair in the past. you tore the polaroids of you and her off your walls, stuffing them into a box under your bed. you didn’t want to see her. you hated her for leaving you alone in this world, and you hated that you had loved her so much. 

you despised natalie scatorccio. you despised the way she would laugh with you, joke with you, the way the corners of her mouth gently rose when she was trying to hide her giggles in history class, the way she drew on your arm when she was bored, and the way she always hugged you after practice when she was sweaty and covered in mud, much to your disdain.

you began to move on after a year; well, that was a lie – you knew that you would never move on from the impact she had left on your life, but college was around the corner, and you knew that you would have to step into this new chapter without her. you still had the leather jacket that she had left in your house one time, and you couldn’t bare to lose it, so you took it with you, and boy, did you wear it everywhere. it became a part of you; it protected you.

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it was the spring of your second year of university, studying (whatever lol). you had come back to new jersey to visit your family and earn some money at your part time job at the cinema. you had tuned out most of the world, listening to music in your walkman, dancing around your family-home bedroom.

the girls had been found and returned home safe and sound – well, most of them. but, when you tried to reach out to natalie, you never received a response. it was difficult to contact any of the girls, really, and you decided that it was probably for the best. she had probably forgotten you; she was probably a different person anyways. you were initially extremely upset, but you pushed it down, focusing on your college assignments.

“you’re out of touch, i’m out of time!”, you sang to yourself as you bopped your head to the music. for once, you felt a little happy in life, things were going smoothly, and your friends were lovely. you imagined what they were doing in this moment – probably studying or out partying. you were excited to return to university.

suddenly, you heard a familiar rhythmic clinking against your window. you stiffened up, tears perking in your eyes. it was probably all in your head, and you stared for a moment, slowly taking your headphones off your ears. the tapping sound didn’t stop. you hesitantly shuffled to your window and, like clockwork, peeked your eye out between the curtains, but this time, you ripped them open almost immediately. your eyes began to pour with a wave of what seemed to be grief and joy as none other than natalie scatorccio stood outside, rain dampening her hair.

you nearly tripped as you sprinted down the stairs in your work uniform, and without a care in the world, you ran outside into the downpour. she caught you as you fell into her arms, holding her tight and hiccuping. she felt so, so warm against the coldness of the stormy air, and you knew in that moment that she was real. she was here with you.

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natalie wiped her hair with a towel as she sat in your bathroom, your tears still pouring. bringing a hand to your face, she wiped your tears with a thumb, smiling gently. “i’m back, for good,” is all she said.

your hands were shaky as you touched her hair. her roots had grown out, but she still looked like the same girl you had seen every day for years; she still looked like the girl you loved with your whole heart – the girl that had changed your life. she leaned into your touch.

“i thought i’d never see you again, nat,” you whispered, voice shaky, and she pulled you into her, arms wrapping around you. she stroked your hair, and you felt your chest constrict.

“what happened out there,” she began, “was traumatising, and i’m not ready to talk about it yet, but i want you to know that the whole time i was out there, i survived for you. i could’ve died and rid myself of this miserable world, but it was you. you kept me going.”

you dipped your head down a little as she spoke. she was enthralling, and you remembered how difficult processing the grief over her had been.

“i love you, nat,” you suddenly confessed, “and i never stopped. i don’t think i could’ve stopped, even if i tried.”

she looked at you, her mouth open in an o shape before she placed her mouth onto yours. the kiss felt bittersweet, and you could feel your worries evaporate. her lips were soft against your own ones and you tasted undertones of cigarette smoke amongst her cherry flavoured lip gloss. it was liberating. layers of grief began to dissolve, and your chest felt as though it was going to burst.

when natalie pulled away, she smiled at you gentler than you had ever seen. it was like you were porcelain and she was afraid to shatter you.

you both caught up a little longer, her hands lingering on yours with soft, endearing looks of admiration from both sides. your love for each other felt unspoken after the initial confession, and it felt as if nothing had ever split you apart from each other; like you had loved naturally the entire time she was gone.

as you both laid in bed looking at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, her ear against your chest, listening to your heartbeat, you finally mentioned the unspoken.

“do you want me to bleach your hair?”

natalie hummed for a moment before shaking her head, “nah, i think i want to cut it all off and grow out my brown again. what do you think?”

your thoughts lingered in the sentence. “yeah, makes sense,” you replied, “hair holds memories and all. it’d be nice to start fresh again.”

“exactly”, she said, sitting up, “wanna do it now?”

you giggled as she pulled you up by the hand, following her to the bathroom.

“alright.”

[retroellie]

Sorry I Can’t Take Your Touch

Summary: Daryl finds out you're asexual :)

A/N: I have recently just found out that Daryl being asexual is cannon?!? Bitch who was gonna tell me because period asf. As an asexual (I know shocking right?) I wanted to write how Daryl finds out that you’re asexual and maybe finding out along the way that maybe he is too?? This is kind of a vent on my part too, I kinda like let loose on my frustrations on being asexual. Also I want to say there is nothing wrong with being a very sexual person or being a virgin period, I just wanted to say that first thing so y’all weren’t thinking I’m shaming y’all… BUT ENJOYYYY <3

Warnings: NSFW situations 

Word count: 2.2K

“I’m sorry Daryl… I didn’t want to lead you on but I can’t.” You said, watching as the man slid his pants back onto his legs.

Daryl and you were laying in bed, one thing led to another… his lips were on you and then his hands were on you, your moans only adding onto the fuel that laid deep in his stomach. You were completely melting underneath his touch, you were feeling so safe and taken care of, Daryl made sure of that.

But it was you, you could never feel safe with anyone like this. The sudden fear that washed over you, the anxiety that took the place of lust and the feeling of sinking into the bed held you in place. You couldn’t help the feeling, it happened every time you let anyone try to make you feel good. It was something you hated, something you despised because when everyone else was out fucking in college you were stuck in your own little shell.

You were labeled as a tease and a joke to mostly everyone, being told that your virginity was a burden to them. You never knew why you felt like this, maybe it could have been a trauma response to something you can’t remember or maybe it’s the way people talk about sex to you. It was like you were unable to feel what they were describing, it made you cringe and it didn’t sound very appealing to you. In movies you felt sick when love scenes came up, you would wince when you saw a couple going at it at parties and you would tense up when anyone ever hinted at getting into your pants.

You would get into moods obviously but those feelings you liked to be alone with, you would take care of it in your own way… in other words you would much rather make love to yourself. Those moods sent you to this moment right now, Daryl touching you in ways you have never been before… mostly because you would never get this far with others.

You freaked though, as soon as his pants came off you knew it was going to happen. You jumped up, pushing him away from you so fast it almost hurt him. You didn’t mean to hurt him or frustrate him, you just never liked things like that and you couldn’t go through with it. Daryl made you feel safe and he made you feel things you have never felt, but unfortunately the feelings you had of this kind of intimacy stuck.

“Daryl please…” you said, reaching up to stop him from getting completely dressed and leaving you there.

He pulled away from your touch, yanking himself away to turn around to see your face covered in horror. He felt terrible, he felt like he had made you feel you had to do this or he did something wrong or even you were not loving him the way he loves you because you wouldn’t let him touch you. He didn’t understand you mostly because you never explained it to him. He breathed heavy, his anger being visible from miles away.

“What’s yer problem woman?? If you didn’t want me, that's all you had to say.” He yelled.

Daryl was so frustrated when it came to you, you were never jumping his bones every chance you got or clawing at him to take his clothes off. No, You were sweet and caring to him, but the biggest thing was that you didn’t want sex from him. That irritated him because Daryl only knew girls who wanted sex so he adapted to that, he adapted to the fact that if a woman doesn’t fuck you she doesn’t love you.

“Daryl that’s not it..” you started but you couldn’t finish

“Then what is it!! Is there another man or you got teeth down er or somethin’” he asked, watching as your eyes softened at him from his shitty attempt at a joke.

You didn’t quite know what your problem was, you were as lost as him. You would always much rather watch movies and cuddle than fuck someone, not that you wouldn’t find that enjoyable if you were normal. Even that word irked you, “normal” what does that even mean? Is what you are feeling normal? Or is your brain not working properly? Bottom line is you didn’t like the intimacy of sex and you envied people that could.

“Look Daryl… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I really don’t. For as long as I can remember I have never liked to be touched like that, like ever. I’ve never done the deed I guess because I don’t have any desire to do it.” You explained, playing with the small string on your shirt. “I do like you Daryl, I just can’t give you that and if you don’t want to see me anymore… I understand, I understand that not everyone can just throw sex away like that.”

Daryl suddenly felt fucking terrible for making you feel like you had to apologize for it, he felt bad for yelling. Daryl wanted you more than you could ever know, if he could just lay you down and fuck you silly… he would in a heartbeat. Not being able to love you in the only way he knew would be challenging for Daryl simply because he’s never felt like that towards anyone before, it was a rarity to have feelings for anyone at all.

He let your words linger in the air for a bit, the silence bouncing off the walls as you sat on your knees atop the soft sheets. You felt the way Daryl felt, completely terrible. You had similar conversations to people in the past, telling them you just didn’t want to have sex… you just couldn’t. They always left after, which honestly showed their true colors but in the end you were still alone with the hurt. This time it was different though because it was Daryl, you hadn’t felt this way in years and if he left… you wouldn’t just be heart broken, no your entire world would be shattered.

Daryl just sighed, pulling his pants up and then sitting down on the bed next to you. The bed dipped below you, causing you to slightly fall into him. He stretched his legs out, looking down at his feet.

“I want you y/n… and I want you badly.” He started, your heart was already starting to drop… waiting for his speech about how he’s going to leave you. “But if that’s not what you want then…. I’ll just have to deal with it.”

You were shocked, you assumed nothing good can come out of this conversation and you would be left heart broken once again. But Daryl Dixon was actually going to try to understand you, that was something the old Daryl wouldn’t even begin to think. Daryl really didn’t understand it, he truly didn’t because that’s unheard of from where he’s from but a lot of anything else hadn’t been heard of to him.

“Really?” You asked, puppy eyes staring up at him.

Daryl nodded, lifting his head away from his feet to make eye contact with you. Daryl liked sex but something about not having sex with a person he loved… he kind of admired. It makes the relationship feel real, like the thing in between your legs wasn’t holding your relationship all together. Besides Daryl wasn’t the biggest fan of sex, he liked it but it felt like too much work just for 20 seconds of Ecstasy.

“Sure, I mean ya gonna have to teach me…. Like how to not have sex and be like celibate and shit.” He started causing you to giggle.

It was funny to you how he still didn't understand still but he was trying. You weren’t celibate, you just simply decided not too. You would love for Daryl to be able to touch you and touch him but something about it just gave you a ick deep down inside you.

“Daryl!” You chuckled, slightly pushing him jokingly just to ease up the awkwardness. “Hun I’m not asking you to be celibate, I don’t mind if you give into some of your urges… I wouldn't mind you touching yourself when I’m around or maybe down the road you could touch me…”

Daryl blushed at that thought, the thought of being able to touch you or even hell… touching himself while you’re in the room with him as you watch him pleasure himself with a puppy dog look on your face. Daryl would kill for it so of course he’d wait for you, even if you never wanted to and you decided never to do anything ever… the thought alone would allow Daryl to die a happy man.

“I don’t know what I’m willing to do yet, I have no idea Daryl… maybe one day I’ll be ready or maybe I never will be, like I said, if you aren’t down with this, I mean if you think this will get in the way of our relationship. Just please tell me because if you leave now it’ll hurt less.” You paused, giving Daryl time to think about it. “I’m just sorry I can’t give you what you want, I should’ve told you sooner…”

“Jesus Christ woman!” Daryl raised his voice, cutting your sentence off. “Stop apologizing’!”

Daryl tried to come off as laid back, almost like he didn’t care but his voice was soaked with frustration. His frustration wasn’t because you wouldn’t have sex with him but because you don’t understand that he understood your boundaries. He didn’t want you to apologize for what you feel, you said once before that you would want him if you could… something inside of you just wouldn’t allow it though. Daryl wasn’t mad though, he wasn’t upset that he couldn’t get his dick wet or because he couldn’t see you on your knees below him. Would he want those things? Yes, but Daryl loved you… deep down inside he did so leaving you was not even a thing that crossed his mind.

“I ain’t leavin ya’ because you won’t let me fuck… don’t be stupid.” He started, attempting to look anywhere but your eyes but they pulled him in… staring into his soul, not allowing any secret to be untold. “You just have to teach me, I mean look at me, I’m a redneck that grew up on sex and drugs. So it ain’t normal for a girl to say she doesn’t want me for sex.”

Sex and drugs flowed deep down in Daryl’s redneck blood, but the other part of him just wanted someone to love. His love language is touch and kind words but he would never tell anyone that… ever. He relished in you cuddling him at night or telling him he did a great job hunting that day, every time you did something like that for him he would fall more in love with you. Daryl could live without sex, sex was just his way of being in a relationship with someone… it was his own way to feel closer to the person he was dating.

“ ‘sides sex is overrated, I mean it’s great when it’s done right but mostly… it ain’t done right.” He tried to joke, but the feelings of the conversation made him slightly uncomfortable.

You giggled at him, sitting down on the side of the bed so you were as close as you could be to Daryl. You grabbed his arm, wrapping yourself around him to give him a half ass cuddle. Daryl felt warm inside when you did this, he had never felt so close to you mentally or physically. Feelings icked him out but he realized how important they were for you.

“Thank you Daryl… I mean it, I know it’s weird how I am but it is how I am. You trying to understand it means a lot to me… I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t come to me with things like that though, I’m still open to trying things or making you feel good…” you stated, resting your head on his shoulder. “Just need time..”

Daryl would wait, forever if he had too because honestly he was just happy you allowed him into your life. He felt you just being around him was a blessing and he couldn’t ask for anything better in life. Before you all he knew was how to fight and survive, the living part got blurred between the lines at some point. You brought back the reason as to why Daryl was still on this planet, you gave him the hope he needed throughout his entire life.

You looked up at him, rubbing his bicep in small circles. He sighed, watching you with content in his eyes. He looked down at your lips and then back at your eyes, watching you slowly get lost in his blue ones.

“You know… I still am always up for a makeout session, maybe you could do that thing with your tongue on my ear again?? I liked that…” you chuckled, watching as Daryl’s mouth curved into a smirk.

“Anything for you bunny…”

[mariatesstruther]

I honestly don't get why Maria was so anti-Joel oh he's a horrible person he's done horrible things he can't be around us, but accepted Tommy fully to the point he's the father of her child when both did the same things, ran with the same people and all of that.

I mean I love the character, but that confuses the hell out of me. Why's Tommy accepted but Joel damned?

okay, so… this response took me like half hour to write. my wrists hurt, my jaw is clenched, my brain is hot. i love u anon thank u very much for this chance to vent about just why my girl maria has been so misunderstood. let’s go

i personally think this is where many people fundamentally misunderstand maria’s perception of joel. she’s not cautious of him primarily because of tommy or anything tommy has said, in my personal opinion—she’s cautious of him for and because of ellie

ive said this on my blog a few times and i think so have @steeb-stn and @clickergossip (and maybe @liveandletcry23 and @bumblepony i have a shit memory so tagging just in case) so im gonna tag them to credit their words and ideas about maria as well, but the FIRST time maria sees joel, he’s with this rando twelve year old girl who he is seemingly so protective over that she cant even be sniffed by dogs who are just trying to detect infection, which would be good for ANYBODY. that’s his first strike for untrustworthyness, because why the fuck wouldn’t he let this girl be tested???—we know why, of course, but maria doesnt. shes working on the very limited info about joel/ellie’s relationship that she has from just her own observations, and i think we need to remember that as we go through analyzing why she moves how she moves

shes knows from tommy at this point is that joel had a daughter, but it is definitely not this little girl. so why the fuck are they so close. what have they gone through. are they okay. is ellie okay. is their relationship safe for her??? THAT’s what she’s thinking about, in my opinion, while shes staring joel down at that dinner table. she’s reasonbly suspicious, and i can’t blame her for it.

i had to cut this it’s literally maybe my longest post ever so. heres the cut

ALSO, it’s not like she’s a straight up bitch to joel like some of y’all seem to make it out to be??? she never says or implies that “they can’t be around” or anything like that. she offers them clothes and food and supplies. she sets them up in a house. before dinner, she gives them a personal tour (which, to be fair, she did because she was probably trying to keep an eye on them and figure out more about whether or not ellie is safe, but who wouldnt???? i know tess would! and yall would love her for it!). tommy literally says to joel before they leave that there will always be a place for him and ellie in jackson—you cannot tell me you believe he said so without already have maria’s green light for joel and ellie to stay

ALSO, i wanna consider some other things that i haven’t seen many ppl talk about. on that walk she takes with tommy and joel and ellie, she makes it sound like tommy has been with them for at least years AND she maintains the confidence to say that residents in jackson stay off the radio—i could totally be wrong, but it seems to me from the look tommy and joel share right after that it’s obvious tommy has been talking to joel BEHIND MARIA’S BACK???? did no one else catch that??? am i misinterpreting big time??? id assume because theyre married and from the way tommy talks about jackson that he’s been in jackson for at least 3 years maybe, and we know that he only stopped radioing joel a couple months before the show’s main plotline starts, so timeline wise there had to be some overlap of tommy still radioing joel from/around jackson. idk if anyone of my mutuals has thoughts on this but i personally think it’s important to point out, because it establishes that maria likely doesn’t know or think tommy and joel kept in contact, at least not as recently as up to some months ago. she knows that tommy and joel are close, but at the same time, she doesn’t think tommy really knows or talks to joel anymore, either. so how is she supposed to extend him any trust as tommy’s brother????? how and why would she give this man any benefit of the doubt???? it wouldn’t make any sense. she’s more practical and discerning than she is naive and kind, and y’all can think what y’al want about that but i love her for it. it’s very necessary for a woman like her to be the way she is

okay, so back to your question. back to why joel is “damned” and tommy is “accepted.” let’s talk about joel for a sec

y’all like to babygirl and idolize the absolute fuck out of this man

we know that not only was he a smuggler, but he killed and tricked and took advantage of people, shamelessly and brutally. we know that tommy did so too. maria knows that tommy has done the same things. maria also knows that tommy left that life because he couldnt do it anymore, and joel continued because he could

point blank period!!!!! yall can argue with me all u want but tommy left that murder life and joel did not. im not saying this makes either brother good or bad or better than the other, i love joel sm and i think both of them have an undisputed capability to do unspeakable things in order to survive. but tommy got to a point where he hit a limit, whereas joel doesn’t seem to have one. this is at least my personal interpretation of their conversations in the game and the show

tommy DID join the fireflies, which we all know now is not any fucking better than whatever the fuck joel was doing—the difference is the reasoning, though, and considering tlou is all about reasoning and the why, we need to consider the reasoning behind tommy’s decision: he wanted to do something better, something good, something he thought had a purpose. we all know now that the fireflies are bullshit, their purpose is bullshit, and they’re willingness to kill a child for the sake of the “cure” is it’s own entire paradox of bullshit. but they were a rebel organization fighting fedra, who fucking suck, and probably had somewhat of a better reputation back when tommy was interested in joining—or maybe they didn’t, to be fair, i don’t know! the point is, tommy went to them seeking some sort of better purpose, some type of redeption; in joel’s own fucking words, “tommy’s what we used to call a joiner. had dreams of becoming a hero... wants to save the world.”

tommy is idealistic. he’s romantic. he’s optimistic, almost to the point of being fucking naive. thats why he enlisted in the army, thats why he enlisted in the fireflies—he wanted to feel good about himself and the world he was living in. he needed it to have some light at the end of the tunnel for all the bullshit to make sense. and yeah, he was wrong both times in joining up. we know that, joel knew that while it was happening, and tommy knows that in retrospect, too. i think jackson is the first place he really found true, real purpose—not the kind that is propagandized to you and goes up in smoke, but the kind that is well and truly earned. that’s why he is so loyal to jackson and to maria—they finally gave him was he desperately spent his life searching for

and im just saying, from maria’s perspective, she’s someone who lives for purpose. she lives for jackson and for it’s people and for it’s future, and she has to maintain some sense of idealism in the face of all that fucking ugliness to be able to mentally live im and run a place like jackson, to believe that it’ll work. i think that idealism she has, she sees reflected in tommy’s desperation to be a better person who’s fighting for a better life. she sees that need for redemption and goodness in him, that need for things to be fucking worth it, and hears she hears it in his story. she gets to relate to him with this in a way she doesnt GET TO RELATE with joel YET (we STILL HAVE TIME PEOPLE. WE HOLDIN OUT STRONG FOR THE JOEL AND MARIA BEST FRIEND AGENDA)

but to continue, THEN maria spends YEARS with tommy, getting to know him, getting to know his guilt. just like tess with joel, she’s sees the worst and the best of him and gets to fall in love with all of it. so of course there’s gonna be a bit of a bias and a blindspot, towards him—just like any of are other characters have weak spots for the people THEY fucking love

so that’s i guess why i think tommy is “accepted” by her, i guess, and there’s honestly way more them and their romance that i could make a whole separate post about but i’ll leave it there for now. back to joel and why he’s “damned,” which i don’t think he is

again, from what maria knows, he made an active CHOICE to stay in the lifestyle of smuggling and murdering and QZ bullshit, even after tommy chose to leave—and idk what y’all imagine joel and tess to be doing in those many years on their own, but it’s not fuckin picking flowers, for me. they’re dangerous, dangerous people—more dangerous that fedra, and more dangerous than the fireflies, if we’re being fucking real about it. and we LOVE tess and joel for this, or at least i do

but jackson is not a place where people get by with smuggling or backstreet deals or threats. it’s not supposed to be that place. we all LOVE jackson in fics and hcs and aus because it’s literally a place where joel and ellie finally get to breathe and not worry about their safety/survival first. and you know who keeps jackson that way????? MARIA. AND HE BEING FUCKING PICKING ABOUT WHO JACKSON LETS THE FUCK INSIDE

so yall just expect her to by YIPPY SKIPPY when joel, THE JOEL THE SUPER SMUGGLER MURDER COWBOY, strolls into town????? WITHOUT TESS, WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE MORE PERSONABLE AND REASONABLE ONE???? what????? she’d be crazy not to at least try to be a little intimidating, to make it clear to joel that he will not get away with any of that qz bullshit here. she’d be naive not to, and maria is anything but naive

and i know most people don’t like her for that “a bad reputation doesn’t mean you’re bad” “not always, at least” line, but i actually think it really fits so well in establishing that she’s not afraid of joel, not afraid of challenging him or making him own up to things he’s done. it’s just so so cool to me, i just can’t hate her for that????? she’s establishing with him that she knows what tommy knows about his time in the QZ, and she’s letting him know if that joel shows up here in jackson, there will be fucking problems for him. which i think is a completely fair warning????

so let’s continue. let’s talk about The Scene, the one with her and ellie, the one with the “tommy was following joel” line. ONE thing i’d like to point out about this scene—MARIA IS THE ONE TO TELL ELLIE ABOUT SARAH, NOT JOEL. AND THAT IS A BIG BIG BIG REASON FOR WHY SHE WARNS ELLIE NOT TO TRUST JOEL COMPLETELY

we know what joel and ellie have gone through, at this point, but maria has barely any idea. she sees that ellie has this fierce protectiveness and lots of secrets when it comes to her and joel, which like—can we all be fucking objective here for a second. this can SO easily and SO reasonably be interpreted as something sketchy going on between joel and ellie that maria should be concerned about.

(slight tw about older men-younger woman relationships bc im gonna be personal for a sec, its quick) we don’t know maria’s past or what she has seen or been through, but personally as someone who has been in a situation where an older man has taken advantage of my naivety in the past, i am now extremely hyper vigilant when it comes to young girls around older men in my personal life today. ellie and joel’s situation and how it looks would raise MJAOR red flags for me personally, if i was in maria’s position. that’s just a personal perspective have that really affects the way i view this scene (end tw)

and so maria finds out that joel has kept the fact that HE HAD A WHOLE ASS DAUGHTER from ellie?????? WOULD THAT NOT BE SUS AT ALL TO YALL???? i mean we know why joel doesn’t tell ellie, as gameplayers and watchers of the show, but again. maria is operating on the info she has right in front of her, which is that joel has been omitting maybe the biggest fact of his life from this young girl who is willing to defend and trust him with her entire life, even after she finds out she’s being lied to. this is alarming

so at this point, she’s questioning joel’s intentions with ellie, and in my opinion, it’s not at all unreasonable for her to do so. she then continues to press, because the red flags are flying and she wants ellie to be crystal clear on the kind of man she’s traveling with (“there are CLEARLY things you don’t know about joel” — “so then you understand my concerns”)

AND THEN ELLIE. BLESSED SMART AMAZING ELLIE COMES IN WITH THE DEFENSE—“and tommy did it too, are you worried about him?”—which like, i love this line. i love this moment. i think because i go so hard for maria a lot of y’all think i’m blind to when ellie is making points, but i 100% cheered her on when i first watched this scene, like i’m sure y’all did—because it’s true! it’s fair! if maria is going to judge joel for those things, she needs to extend the same judgement to tommy

the thing is, it’s still fucking true that, as i said earlier, tommy left that life. both the smuggling, and the fireflies—he chose to stop, while joel didn’t—he was smuggling literally up until the day him and tess found ellie, so. there’s that. she continues to judge joel and not tommy because she knows for sure that tommy has changed. she doesn’t know joel enough yet to see that he has changed, too

so then, the dreaded line: “tommy was following joel.” let’s talk about it.

i don’t love this line either, tbh! i think it’s a weak defense on maria’s part, and a weak line on the tlou hbo writers part—probably my least favorite line of maria’s overall. but i do get why she says it, and i kind of think i get the purpose??? i think????

it reminds me a lot of joel’s line, earlier, about tommy being a “joiner,” and i think it’s funny that, as opposite as joel and maria like to think they both are to each other, the way they describe tommy is pretty much the same. tommy is a “joiner” to joel and a “follower” to maria, and in all respects they both love and hate him for it. idk where i’m going with that exactly, just something interesting to think about in terms of the joel and maria best friend agenda

but i also think this line get’s taken out of context a lot, because the full line is “tommy was following joel, the way you are now.” maria says this line to lead into her main point, the really fucking important line in this scene: “be careful who you put your faith in. the only ones who can betray us, are the one’s we trust.”

WHICH IS TRUE. IT IS THE POINT. AND WHEN JOEL LIES TO ELLIE, HIDES SOMETHING FROM HER YET AGAIN at the end of the season/game, IT BECOMES A THEMATIC CLIMAX POINT THAT CONNECTS BOTH OF THE GAMES

maria is not saying this to “damn” joel—and i personally don’t think she is “damning” joel in the way you imply here, as there’s definitely potential for them to develop a relationship in s2 once she has more information about the truth of how he thinks of ellie. i think she’s warning ellie not to trust joel, because she doesn’t trust joel, at the end of the fucking day—and that’s about it. she trusts tommy in a way that she can’t quite trust joel yet, and why would she, at this point? it would make no sense for her to

so y’all can blame her and hate her for her distrust all you guys want (btw not necessarily talking to you, anon, ive just gotten some very nasty asks about maria from others so im talking to them rn!!!!!!!), but i’m sorry—you can’t tell me that it doesn’t at least make sense. she’s MARIA. she’s MADE OF SENSE

[mrs-monaghan]

i know you aren’t a hater and you’ll probably not post it but I wish you will so I can feel seen because I am bursting with so many emotions and no one in my real life would get it. if it’s true that tae is dating that girl, i’mma let hate paralyse my mind. I swear there’s no coming back from this. I mean y’all telling me jimin being hated, slut shamed, defamed, threatened and sabotaged was all for nothing. I’m trying hard to ignore both jk and tae in this mess but y’all are telling they sat there and let your so called friend be dragged for years. There’s no way bighit don’t know about this.

This isn’t even about jikook because deep down I know it’s jimin over anyone else. I will cry for real so I’m hoping it’s not true. After all the mess jimin has gone through, the least taekook should have done is to at least kiss so as to justify all these hate. I know this is a jikook blog but I follow you because I’m curious about him and I am ready to support him in anything. But truly I am sad. I always thought if any of vminkook announce their relationship I will be relieved because jm will be free but today I realize that it’s the opposite. I am angry, I am sad and I feel so hurt on behalf of jimin. All those dc inside, YouTube hate video, death threats, report for jm. I’m going to sort out my feelings for taekook because deep down I don’t hate them… never😭😭

Anon. It's hard to be a PJM in 2023 so I understand. Trust me, I get it. I love this man an unhealthy amount. I see why you're getting affected by the Jimin hate. But here is the thing that I need u to think about before you take the anti route.

Here are the most recent Vmin hugs we have.

This was not part of the choreo

I mean look at Jimin's face

And the very most recent ot7 content. Again look at this hug. Look at V's face.

What I'm I saying? I think these motherfuckers love each other. That's what I think. I think V loves Jimin and Jimin loves V. Do I think they are as close as they used to be? No. But do they still love eo? Absolutely.

3 things 1) An anon made a point that I've been thinking about. The Tannies probably don't see what happens on I-twitter. They probably have their twitter curated and only shows what Karmy are saying. And Karmy are not the ones hating on Jimin. So for all we know V might be missing all this fuckery. I really don't see him seeing the pigmin and bangmin stuff and him being okay with that.

2) Jimin is no push over. Never has been. If V was being a dick to him or if Jimin had issues with V, he would have cut him out of his life. I honestly believe that.

3) Jeon Jungkook would never in a million years hurt Jimin on purpose or let someone else hurt Jimin. Ever. Like that's a thing that will never fucking happen. It doesn't matter who it is. This man defends Jimin even when his man doesn't need defending. Jimin can handle himself but when JK sees some fuckery going on he steps up. So aint no way he would be hanging out with V if the dude was being malicious.

I let u guys vent here and I hear and understand where you're coming from but my stand has always remained the same. As long as Jimin and Jungkook continue to love V, so will I. Clearly there is alot we don't know.

From the outside looking in, it looks bad but I really do think they're fine. If Jimin had an issue with what V was doing, not only would he shut it down, but so would JK.

I'll give you an example. JK came live and V told him to go to insta. A very awkward live happened but that's neither here nor there. What also happened was that live made noise even in the Karmy side. So this is what happened.

Tkk live ---- Jimin comes live for the shortest live he had ever done at that time. And he was busy. But for some reason he still stopped by. It seemed like it could have waited till he finished work---- V shares a Jikook photo for Jhope's birthday.

I think these 3 things are related. I think someone wasn't happy about the tkk live and that was V making it up to him.

I, think if Jimin has an issue he lets it known and handles it.

Jimin is not weak, anon. Jimin is quite strong. Stronger than people give him credit for. I guarantee if V was an issue he would have handled him by now. For all we know the dumpling incident got physical and u know Jimin won that fight.

So, its important to pause. Breathe. Its okay. Everything is okay. I'm about to say something extremely blunt now. Anon, it helps no one when u get affected mentally by Jimin hate. He doesn't know u and he will never hear about it if something happens to you. He and his millions will be perfectly fine. You gotta look after yourself first. Alright?

Love Shazy,

[inexplicablymine]

A STUDY IN RED

A WIP Wednesday for (one of) my (many) current WIP(s) “Looking for Orion”

All of these are unconnected snippets from chapter two pulled together by that red string of fate

And that was why he wasn’t currently just seeing red, but a starburst of carmine, burgundy, and pomegranate all layered over one another like a splatter of emotion welling against his conscience. He now knew what it felt like to have your vision blocked by a blur of color so harsh it burns you up inside.

Because in the last few minutes Philip had started off his venting in a new direction, one that had the blood curling against Henry’s bones, and a nice shade of mulberry wine stain across his cheeks.

Every new comment Philip made though was another layer of crimson, another hit to that soft spot underneath his diaphragm that held what was supposed to be unconditional love.

that made Henry’s skin crawl with cherry goosebumps and the kind of itchy flesh that would leave his nail marks a nice shade of rust, like an old car left out and uncared for when the engine on the inside wasn’t quite what it appeared at first glance.

It was all too much. Ruby. Sanguine. Merlot. Scarlet. The colors overlapping till the only thing he felt was red all over.

He said with as much calm collected dignity as he could muster, before stomping off to his room leaving claret colored footsteps in his wake.

I am incredibly attached and excited about this story so I am very happy to share these little snippets.

The past two weeks of. WIP Wednesday’s I have been awol so I am tagging all y’all back <3 thank you for the lovely snippets @kiwiana-writes (your ask game was so fun this week!) @daisymae-12 (obsessed with todays!) @orchidscript, @myheartalivewrites, @heybuddy-drabbles, @read-and-write-, @happiness-of-the-pursuit (todays is SO FUN), @sherryvalli (ummm literally anything I’ll eat it off the ground if I have to), @celaestis1, @cha-melodius (this weeks lil snippets are GREAT)

Also @14carrotghoul @cricketnationrise @lilythesilly @leaves-of-laurelin @roseapothecary @rmd-writes @adreamareads @gay-flyboys @affectionatelyrs pretty please no pressure if you have anything you want to share <333

[snickerzanddoodlez]

HELLO, TUMBLR!

SnickerDoodlez | She / Her | 16

Nice to meet y’all! You can call me any variation of my username! I’m the director of Wordgirl: Rewired, the unofficial fan reboot! (This isn’t just a pipe-dream project- we have already released a few ten-minute episodes!) If that interests you even at all, check ‘em out! And by the way, applications are open!

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[eviltiddyprodnz]

so I ended up starting Iss Pyaar Ko Kya Naam Doon recently because I saw a pretty cute edit on Instagram and thought why not.

y’all I wanted to be a part of the fun SO BAD but either I’ve lost my ITV tolerance and need to build it again or I’m just failing to connect with the show…

I’m on Season 3 (for some reason Hotstar divides the same show into the like 9 seasons 💀) and it feels like we haven’t moved at all. we’re moving at the pace of a tortoise and the thing is I’m aware of the spoilers so I keep waiting for something to happen, something to start and nothing does. In fact, I’ve realised that there’s still a very VERY long way to go before things get remotely cute 😭

I’m at the part where Shyam is beginning his psycho era and has paralysed Khushi’s bauji. Arnav is nicer to Khushi but like most shows I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It’s kind of the only thing that has me going but since I know it’s going to turn soon I’m kinda losing interest which is CRAZY because guys I actually sat through the entirety of Ishqbaaz and the Redux. I skipped the Niti Taylor era because I simply didn’t have it in me to watch more of that show 🙏 but you gotta realise the mess I sat through.

So everytime I want to drop IPKKND I keep telling myself you finished Ishqbaaz, you can sit through this but I guess I’m just finding it difficult. Ishqbaaz was low-key on TV steroids because SO MUCH was happening on that show all the time.

I was kinda tuned into every character for a long time. I don’t want IPKKND to match Ishqbaaz’ freak but apart from Arnav and Khushi I low-key dgaf about anyone 😭👎 Lavanya and the goat (a literal goat Lakshmi) are the other characters I don’t tend to skip over.

I feel like maybe I’ll slow down or take a break for now (I say this as I still want to watch the show because I want to see them fall in love! 😭) but I keep losing patience.

I think what I find super tiring is sitting through anything that isn’t the lead couple and I guess that’s where this show differs from the other ones I’ve watched. Ishqbaaz had 3 brothers as main characters and their parents and they were insane 😭 like truly doing anything !!! So while the female lead was forced to sit through the literal GARBAGE treatment the male lead gave her, you had other things going on.

I don’t really care for other characters for now and also know they’re going to turn on Khushi soon so it keeps pissing me off 😭

Khushi is the only person I root for. My sister is a klutz (god help her feet) and she’s definitely crazy to constantly come back to this house but she’s so loveable. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt that way towards a character in ITV. for all the Ishqbaaz yapping that I did, Khushi reminds of Gauri. Like I get the same I’ll protect you from these losers energy when I see Khushi that I used to get with Gauri.

I also think they both have a great knack for comedy. IPKKND is getting slightly into the phase where Arnav and Khushi’s interactions are less yelling and throwing daggers at each other and more just awkwardly vibing and Khushi’s SOOOO FUN 😭😭😭

but the plot is soooo slow. y’all I think it’s 2 FULL more seasons of Lavanya and ASR and Shyam for some bizarre reason not getting caught. Like…. someone help me through this.

and I know all of their asses are going to turn on Khushi and bully my sweet sister once ASR does that classic blackmail wedding. She’s already been through so much. WHYYYY 😭💔👎

I’ve just realised this is a rant with no point because I might still go and watch that show. I guess I just wanted to vent because apart from the main leads everyone just frustrates me. 💀

Also Shyam getting to exist for SUCH a long time on the show is crazy….

someone save my Khushi because I’ll take time getting there 😭😭😭

for now l’ll take a breather lmao. ITV truly is a test of patience 😤

[rhodesrider]

When it’s Time…

Solo S. x Virgin!Black! Fem Reader

NSFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Warnings: Oral Sex, throat creampîe, rubbing

Word Count: 1.4k

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I just don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything. Different hobbies, I’ve tried video games, knitting, poetry. Hell even other crafts but I can’t get my mind off of sex. More importantly off of Solo. I’m terrified of what he will think. I gave him the whole speech of how I wanna save myself for marriage, save myself for the right one. But now I can’t stop thinking about it. He’s gonna think I’m just a whore…

I sigh as I shake my leg just trying to knit something. I soon heard a car door, had to be the twins and Solo. I heard the door next and I just made it look like my mind wasn’t on nothing, just knitting and watching YouTube. “Hey old lady.” Jey snickered and I threw a wad of yarn at him. I received a hug from Jimmy and Caught the Load of yarn back from Jey. “Next time imma throw one of these sticks.” I smirk. Soon I felt a kiss on my cheek from solo, I glanced as he sat by me looking at my cardigan I’m almost done with. “We gonna let y’all have ya little alone time. Night bro. Night y/n.” They both went upstairs and solo kissed my hand smiling. “How was your day baby girl?” He asked low since it was late and he didn’t wanna wake anyone in the house, his voice could be heard anywhere.

“It was ok. Finished up some work for school and I’m almost done with this little project.” I smile readying the next loop starting it like clockwork. “I’m glad you had a ok day. I miss you baby.” They were at rehearsal all day so I didn’t see him, I only saw him getting up so early then leaving out. “I miss you too baby.” I smiled and turned to him, soon sharing a sweet kiss. But that kiss turned to a hungry makeup session slowly, our fingers roaming, god I want more. He holds me close, moving my knitting he continues, the make out session goes for a hour, I wanted him bad.

“God I’m sorry baby I didn’t know I over did it.” I blink looking to see what he was talking about, my panties had a little wett spot on them. I blush hard and cover myself with a blanket embarrassed. “It’s ok baby um I’m actually a bit hungry.” I could feel him smile and get up. “I’ll fix you some food and we can watch tv ok?” Solo got up and went to the kitchen. Soon I’m receiving a text. Great, it’s from Dasha.

Dede: I know they home because I heard y’all come in did you ask him?

Me: No. And weren’t you sleep?

Dede: I was till the boys came in now I’m just sitting in bed playing animal crossing Looking at Roman sleep. But that’s besides the point, why didn’t you ask him?

Me: I’m not sure…

Dede: You vented to me for 3 hours today. About you feeling like solo was the right one to give that v card too and you didn’t ask him?

Me: ITS A PROCESS TO THIS.

I sighed and threw my phone to the side as solo came back with some food. He gave my plate getting the blanket ready but sad enough I’m still horny. I wanted him bad. I bit my lip squeezing my legs together needing some relief.

“Oh baby I’m sorry. I need to get rid of something, I’ll be back.”

He only saids that when he needs a cold shower, this is my chance!

“Baby wait-“

He stopped from getting up, putting his plate on the table and mine I put on there as well. “Baby, um, maybe I can help with that?” He blinked looking lost. “Baby you wanna..?” He pointed at his shorts and I nodded. It’s been two years, and I never did anything sexual with solo. Im surprised I’m still with him. “Baby are you sure?” I nodded once more blushing and biting my lip. I’ve have dreams of it, just letting him fuck my throat. Grip my hair and just use my throat till he cums down it. He sighed nodding and he started to remove his pants.

“Baby, are you sure?”

I nod once more and he removed his boxers. I blinked and watched as he stroked his long thick dick in front of me. He was big. “Don’t worry take your time, he doesn’t bite.” He chuckled. I got closer and soon solos free hand went to my back rubbing it, comforting me. I sat up to get a good focus on it and started at the tip. Licking and sucking on it slow. Solo blushed shivering some feeling my warm mouth on his sensitive tip. His precum was landing on my tongue, but I continued to go down on the shaft. “F-fuck mamas…” he moaned a bit making me blush and not noticing my panties getting a wett spot again. His groans and moans are so hot. I could hear em all day if I wanted to I wanna hear more. I started to suck him off my mouth barley letting me get to the base of his dick, I felt his hand soon on the back of my head for me to go deeper. I did so gagging on his size and he soon helped me up to check on me. “Baby I’m sorry am I too much?” He asked. He wasn’t, he was just right, him checking on me to make sure I’m ok is making me more horny.

“More,Please…”

He was taken back by my beg. I thought I saw his dick jump from it. He led me back to his dick soon letting me deepthroat, I gag some again but I continue sucking him off. Going down to the base as tears fell as a reaction from my body, but he watched me. I think he likes seeing me like this. He sighed out and bit his lip pulling me up some letting me get some air. “Fuck that feels so good, you’re doing so good baby.” He..is he praising me?! It like my body got more relaxed and my mind is melting. I’ve never felt this way before. He led me back to his cock and held my head slightly. “Baby I’m gonna fuck your throat ok? So just tap if you need air ok?” He smiled and bit his lip, I nodded giving the go and he started throat fucking me moaning out, I drooled in his dick sneaking my hand on my panties rubbing my self teasing myself. He just fucking my throat feeling his dick down my narrow ass throat, fuck I loved it. Was this was it called being used? It felt amazing. “B-baby I’m gonna cum~” he announced and kept going, please keep doing baby, fill my throat up I wanted it for the longest. I rubbed myself more close to my orgasm and soon my face was planted in his pelvis.

The warm nutt down my throat. He groaned as more pumped in my mouth. I shivered as my panties were ruined. He pulled out slow and his dick leaked out cum from his tip, I coughed some and he was gonna help me but I regained myself quick and licked his tip not wasting any nutt. I swallowed and he blushed hard. We both sighed from our orgasms. Looking at each other. “I’m sorry baby if I did too much-“

“That was so good~”

I felt like my mind was re-educated. I looked up at him smiling as he was just taken at the fact of me sucking his dick for the first time. “Baby it’s just I know you like never wanted to really have any like sexual activity-“ “I enjoyed every moment of that solo, I’m very great full that you are patient with me, this was my choice and I made such a great choice to try something. I just need to change my underwear…” I showed him my drenched panties and he blushed more. “You came while you were sucking me off?” He asked in a low voice. I like that tone a lot. “Yes sir I did.” He looked like he wanted to fuck me hard after I answered him like that, I learned that from Dasha. Which means, my dear solo is a bit kinky. I smiled walking away and felt eyes on me the whole time.

Soon a text.

MyJoJo: Baby. I’m willing to wait. I’m willing to do this slow. Until the finale. I love you so much.

I texted him back smiling. I think imma take it slow too until it’s time. It’s gonna be time soon. I know he’s the one to take it but I have to be sure.

~

✨Thanks @jillnjones57-blog for the idea ✨

[multiplicity-positivity]

Forgive us for taking a little time to vent, it's been a stressful time.

So we're a median-proxy system. It's hard to tell who's fronting, and the host is completly front stuck. We've found that shifting is much much harder when under stress, with only 3 alters usually able to cofront (Etho (our sudo-caretaker), Allister (local 12 year old who helps with stress), and Sparrow (closest thing we have to a trauma holder)). The host really loves these guys, and they enjoy the chance to front, but because we go into surival mode, nobody really speaks. In fact, one of the only times Etho and the host had clear comunication was while the host was having a melt down, leading Etho to stay with them for the entire night.

We also struggle with communication in general, preferring external communication if possible. But again, this gets worse with stress.

Oh and we're also at least partly stressgenic.

We've been having a pretty ahrd few weeks. We've been starting a new dance group, and the host is struggling, which means they dissociate more, which means they struggle understanding the instructions even more, leading to more struggles in class, a visucus cycle and all that. School is also kicking our ass, on top of depression and anxiety over the election. The host is also dealing with imposter syndrome (because median proxy system), so that doesn't exactly help.

The thing is, logically, we should have more support in our system. There's a fair number of headmates tht want to help out, some of them actually can! but stress makes things harder, and the host can barely tell if they're alone anymore. Sammy and Nemesis are the only non-fequint fronters that the host can easily spot, mostly because Sammy is mean and Nemesis is. Nemesis (affectionate).

It doesn't help that we might have new headmates and/or older ones resurfiacing, so that leads to just. struggles with telling our selves apart :( (love those losers already btw. Nemesis might actually have one of his besties back. The rest of the Etho Squad are still missing our husband :/ /affectonate) - Etho/Sparrow/Blurry - @galaxycampfirecollective

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hey there - it sounds like y’all are going through a pretty rough time time right now. we hope that your dance group gets easier to handle (it very well might as y’all keep showing up and get used to the routine), and that communication will get better for you all with a bit more time and practice.

sometimes it can be hard for headmates to get in touch with each other, especially if they’re not accustomed to interacting with regular fronters. these folks who you don’t see often very well may start pitching in and helping out more after y’all have had more of a chance to build a solid foundation of internal communication. they may also find it more difficult to front or communicate during times of stress, which could mean that they’re waiting for things to settle down for your system before properly establishing contact.

blurriness is rough to deal with, but the good news is it will likely pass with time. remember in the mean time to look after your mind and body (self-care can be really helpful in dealing with blurriness, depression, and anxiety). there’s absolutely no pressure, but we’re going to leave a couple links here in case something might be useful for y’all.

the first is our post on dealing with denial:

the second is our self-care post:

wishing you all the best, etho, sparrow, and blurry. we hope that y’all can ride out this difficult time, and that comfort and happiness will find y’all in your futures.

[brie-annwyl]

Batfam ideas no one asked for? That’s the only thing I post atp.

Bruce “I don’t need therapy” Wayne starts publishing articles anonymously and promoting them through an anonymous twitter account to vent out his feelings and frustrations with being a bad father. Jason, whom also uses an anonymous account, becomes a fan. They become each other’s editors and learn a lot about each other and themselves through this. It’s all going well until Tim discovers it’s Bruce’s account. (I’m actively writing this one)

After Tim rescues Bruce from the time stream, he doesn’t go back to Gotham. That is until almost a year later, when all the bats are kidnapped by Ra’s and Tim has to go save them.

Weird time travel weirdness and old Tim gets thrown back in time, back to his first couple weeks as Robin. (His small self is also in the future)

Dick not understanding why Tim is keeping the family at a distance, and Tim waiting for the moment he suggests they through him into Arkum again. Damian has had enough of this miscommunication trope bs and makes them talk it out.

Damian missed his mom but doesn’t want to make Bruce feel bad, so he bottles it up. His bottle bursts open in front of Jason.

Jason always wanted to learn how to play the violin, Catherine always said it was her favourite. So he made Bruce sit through painfully squeaky lessons and even worse rehearsals before patrol. Now Jason is a proficient player, but Bruce isn’t around anymore to see his progress.

Jason stole a bunch of Dick’s sweat shirts when he was younger, even though they were never close, it still gave him comfort to have a piece of Dick with him. Dick only finds this out about a year after Jason died. All because this was the one night he had the courage to open his bedroom door and finally try and learn something about his little brother.

Tim would purposely put himself in dangerous situations so Jason would save him as Robin. Tim finds out Robin is dead because it was the one night he didn’t go out and save him.

Jason saves a child from an exploding building but doesn’t mange to save their father. Self reflection ensues and leads to Jason showing up at Bruce’s bedroom door, sobbing his eyes out at 3 am.

(Arkum Knight) Jason is VERY insecure about the J brand on his cheek, Bruce is there to reassure him.

Jason follows in Bruce’s footsteps and adopts a child. There’s a few problems though. 1. The Bats still don’t know his identity 2. They have a habit of following him, even when he leaves for patrol 3. Even in his RedHood get up, they will always call him variations of “Jason” or “Jay”.

Even though Damian is better than he originally was, Tim is still terrified he will try and cut his line again. These fears boil over when Tim is adamant about not doing missions alone with Damian.

Hope y’all enjoyed me dumping my fic ideas :)

[caintooth]

ohhhh my god vent post that has nothing to do with any of you but. there has been a new development in some shit going on with my friend and it is making me feel crazy

OVER 3 YEARS ago my good friend posted on twitter saying like “hey please be careful and thoughtful about who you give your money to” because there was a girl from our uni suicide baiting online over not getting financial donations, which my friend had reason to believe she was not using for medical funds as she said she was. which like. yes i am currently e-begging for my top surgery funds? but i am not like… saying i am going to kms if my uni community full of also very poor, also very disabled people does not give me money + i’m being very transparent about what those funds are going towards? i literally feel guilty about it all the time partly BECAUSE of this girl if i’m being real.

but anyway, my friend never ONCE said “[girl’s name] is faking her disabilities for money.” they said “hey disabled community @ our uni, please be careful and thoughtful with your coins”. and after seeing those tweets, that girl’s brother reached out to my friend saying “thank you for posting this, because you know that gofundme she made for my dental work? i never saw a dime of it!”

and obviously this really bothered my friend! so they tried to dm the girl to speak one on one about it! because they did not want to make a huge public deal about it, and the girl seemed like she was not doing well and had many people— including my friend and i— genuinely worried for her safety.

AND IN RESPONSE. the girl tweeted out my friend’s full deadname (how did she even find that), tweeted that they were STALKING her, and claimed they were accusing her of faking her disabilities. AND accused them of trying to break into her house?! AND threatened to call the cops on them?!

for context: my friend is also disabled + neither of us knows where this girl lives but we assume it’s near-ish our uni campus, and my friend was living an hour away / was very definitely at work in a faraway town during the supposed ‘stalking hours’ and just very obviously Did Not Do Any Of Those Things + threatening to call the cops on a visibly queer, mentally ill and disabled person is not an okay thing to do

BUT ANYWAY. it caused all sorts of weird accusations @ my friend . but this was THREE YEARS AGO. they blocked each other on twitter + i blocked the girl because she blocked me for being publicly besties with her “stalker” + my friend and i basically moved on and never thought about it again except once in a while to be like “damn that was crazy. BUT Y’ALL

THERE’S SOME STUFF GOING DOWN ON BOOKTWITTER RIGHT NOW RIGHT? UNRELATED TO ANY OF THIS? A white woman who is a debut SFF author got exposed for making burner accounts on Goodreads under stereotypically brown/Black names to review bomb books by WOC / BIPOC. Heinous shit which does not involve any of us, except the fact that me, my friend, and that girl were all in the creative writing department at our uni / are all writers and thus care greatly about the community involved.

BUT SO. A FRIEND OF MY FRIEND. TEXTED THEM TODAY WITH SOME TWITTER SCREENSHOTS? BECAUSE THAT GIRL WAS TWEETING ABOUT THE BOOK COMMUNITY DRAMA. AND SOMEHOW RELATED IT TO THE SITUATION FROM 3 YEARS AGO? AND STARTED MAKING NEW ACCUSATIONS?

SHE SAID. That she never found HER courage to release HER OWN creative writing due to HER white woman stalker. Y’ALL. 1) SHE WAS NEVER ACTUALLY STALKED. 2) SHE IS ALSO WHITE. (spicy white, yes, European White. but very clearly white.) AND 3) MY FRIEND IS NOT A WOMAN (they are white though lmao).

AND SHE HAS NEWLY ACCUSED MY FRIEND . of being jealous that she is a published writer LMAO. my friend has been published since like HIGH SCHOOL, this has ZERO merit.

AND she claimed my friend has a ton of financial privilege because their rich doctor parents pay for everything— i will be transparent, my friend’s parents are in the medical field and do make a lot of money but first of all how does this girl even know that, second of all my friend works 2 separate jobs to support themself, and third they are very nearly estranged from both parents.

AND. this girl is now claiming my friend did the original shit she accused them of, the stalking and fake-claiming, because it would somehow make their honors thesis “more prominent”?! my friend got highest honors for their 50 page senior thesis on their own lmao does she really think our uni professors cared and/or knew about any of that?

ALSO she has now THREATENED my friend by tweeting part of their deadname again, misgendering them, and saying, direct quote: “lol you didn’t think I’d release all those lil details but um- rest assured, you will never go down very well as a debut author bc I got my receipts saved of you stalking my friends and fam”

WHAT ????????

[aetherbound]

It’s been a week since I posted about turning off Discord notifications…and they’re still off. I feel somewhat better, but I keep fluctuating between barely functioning to having enough social energy to send a few texts over discord. Hopefully I can be more active again.

Thanks for being understanding, I love y’all <3

A wall of personal ranting text is under the cut, I just needed to let it out somewhere that isn’t my venting notes.

I worked 51 hours in two weeks and made $408. My half of the rent is $435. We’re okay, my partner makes good money to pay a few extra dollars, but he shouldn’t have to. I should be making more money, but I’m not. I don’t have enough leftover on any paycheck after bills and groceries to afford a car payment and car insurance.

And the best part is? I need a car to get a better job to make more money to pay on more important things. Right now my partner and his parents drive me to and from work, but I’m actively trying to get a license and car so I don’t have to rely on them. It seems impossible to buy a car with what I have left over from paychecks. I’d get laughed at if I said I could only put $20 down at a used car lot.

My managers are assholes and I’m told in a joking way “You suck.” “You’re slow.” “Shut up, no one wants to hear you talk.” I wish I was exaggerating and not quoting verbatim. Realistically, I’m not doing a bad job. My managers are just older men who like to use rude humor. My PTSD symptoms are still flaring up more often because they purposely slam things and laugh when I jump and cover my ears. On three separate occasions I’ve had to tell people NOT to use my deadname, and if it happens again I don’t know if I can keep calm and not scream.

In all my 24 years of living, of domestic violence, borderline homelessness and more horrors, I’ve only had 6 months of peace. Then that’s when the whole cancer fiasco started. I’m a year out from my last chemo infusion and my stress levels have been the same. Did I really just survive cancer to STILL be stressed? To go from a good job and shitty household to move into a better household and shitty job? My life is a fucking joke.

I’m waiting to hear back from a Filipino restaurant to see if their hours and pay are better, but I’m still looking at other places to work in case it doesn’t work out. I have an appointment next Tuesday to ask my doctor about getting medicated. Something to get my anxiety stabilized or something when I’m about to spiral into a panic attack.

Things will get better, when you’re at the bottom the only way is up. But I’m fucking exhausted man. I’m tired of coming home from work and feeling like I want to scream and break shit. I’m not a violent person, I’ve never even screamed at someone. I’ve not ever thrown things. When I’m angry, I just cry or be silent.

I just want things to be better before I completely break. I feel off, and that’s besides from my depersonalization/disassociation being heightened. I hate feeling irritable and numb. Maybe I’m being too sensitive and need to get over it.

But the sun will rise and so must I.

[liliansun]

no one particularly cares but i need this moment to vent bc i’m on the verge of tears and i wanna smash a pumpkin against my wall. and like,, if for some reason you read this lmk if i’m being unreasonable bc i feel like i am but then again i’m not.

so my bf is going into the military and he’s gonna be leaving in december right? so he just left meps today and got to his house and said his family pushed his birthday dinner from tonight (it’s his birthday today) to tomorrow night. i was like okay, he was gonna come over in the morning and we hang out w my baby and then he was gonna skedaddle off to the bday dinner with his family.

with this information i was gonna make him a cake and surprise him bc i didn’t get to see him today. so then he tells me his dad pushed it off to wherever so he was gonna go out w his guy friends to hang out and plan for the bday dinner to be later this weekend and i’m like okay and he tells me he’s gonna come by later in the day tomorrow instead of the morning bc he’s out w the boys. i’m like okay, have fun and be safe and i update him and yada yada. so then he tells me he’s going to texas which is like a few states over (4+ hour drive in the night) and i’m in the middle of a cod mobile game and i’m thinking to myself. wtf? bc in my head that contradicted the whole plans he kept changing for tomorrow (context: i was off today and tomorrow) and then he’s like nvm my friends voted against it and idk if you think like me but i thought that was dumb as hell.

so then i’m in a sour mood, i lost my br match bc i was so just out of it bc i’m like wtf? sure go do whatever you wanna do w your friends,, but if we made plans to hang out how tf do you expect me to feel when you plan to go state hopping instead. so we get into this discussion which i don’t want to call an argument and he’s like “i’m sorry but at the same time i’m not” and i’m like. elaborate. bc that shit didn’t make sense to me. “he’s like i’m sorry i’m being difficult but i’m not sorry bc i assumed you had no plans for tomorrow. well sir,, i was trying to SURPRISE you and idk if me asking a million times what time you wanted to come over didn’t give a hint?? guess not?? but okay and i’m trying to end the conversation bc i’m annoyed and he’s annoying me even more by wanting to talk it all out right here rn and i’m the type of person who needs time to think over everything,, collect my thoughts and readdress it once i’m clear headed and can see where i was wrong and he’s not

and then we get to the point of conversation where he’s like well what do you have planned for tomorrow and i’m like nothing now, you wanna go out w your friends so go out w them and he’s like we’re not going and im like okay, so go do something else w them i’m just not in the mood and he’s like no i wanna see you and i’m thinking to myself that i don’t particularly wanna see him but ik it’s bc i’m in a bad mood and maybe i’ll feel better in the morning maybe i won’t but rn i’m like stay the hell away from me before i start crying. and he’s like well the latest i’ll be by is 3 and i’m like okay. nice. and he’s like my recruiter might need me around 4 ish and i’m like. so you mean to tell me you wanna drive 40 minutes to my house to turn around and drive another 30 minutes and come back for another 30 minutes?? this is coming from the man that literally told me earlier today “since i’m quitting my job bc i’m going into the military, i don’t wanna be reckless w my spending till then”

so i mention that bc that’s a waste of gas and idk where y’all live but that shit ain’t cheep here and he tells me to let him worry about that and i’m like okay bc atp i’m done having the conversation and he’s trying to be lovey dovey and i’m about to throw my phone into the gulf and cry to tswift songs bc i just don’t know what to do.

part of me is like let him come bc he’s gonna be gone soon and you don’t know how long or where he’s gonna be at for boot camp and part of me is like he didn’t take in consideration the fact that he made plans with me and threw them out the fucking window on the highway while he was keke giggling at the thought of driving idek how many hours away and sleeping with his friends in his friends’ car.

so yeah. if you’ve made it this far on my lil ted talk, i love you. i think i’m genuinely gonna go cry and hold my baby and just try to sleep bc my head hurts and my heart hurts and i feel like i’m being irrational but at the same time i feel like i have a right to feel this way.

[yveni]

Just a vent, sort of?

Idk but long post incoming, I just felt like rambling.

So, I had to take a few days to step away from this blog. I was spiraling, and I was spiraling quick, I needed the time to find peace with God and with myself again. I hadn’t realized just how attached I have become to this show, and the cancellation news hit me more than any other show has (I was there for Julie and the Phantoms and Anne With An E, I love both shows, but boy oh boy apparently not like this.) After many bouts of weeping and anger, I was reminded again that Jesus is the only thing that’s everlasting (if you didn’t notice the ‘follower of Christ’ thing on my page, surprise?? I guess). Anyway, I was down bad for a bit there. 

This story, the whole Lockwood and Co family, has become my favorite book series and favorite TV show. I’ve never been able to confidently say something is my favorite without changing my mind every 10 seconds. 

This is the most involved in a fanbase I think I have ever been. I’m writing again! And it’s not just fics, I’m now approximately 3 chapters and many random snippets into the book/comic I’ve been planning on making since I was 14! This show sparked up my creativity again, and I think I’ll always hold it special to me because of that.

And I’m not giving up on it! The little bit that I have been on social media the past few days, I have seen everyone fighting for the show!! I left some random comments on instagram, letting people know about the watch party, posted the drawing I did of Lucy to my art instagram, where I try to not post fanart, but maybe someone will watch the show because of it. 

Something fun I’m discovering about myself is that I am stubborn, and I fight pretty hard for things. This fanbase is fighting super hard too, I see it, I’m pretty positive the people we need to see it are going to see it too. I haven’t given up hope yet, and I’m really glad others haven’t either. Joe Cornish’s post about it (the one where he lists all the proof of how well it did) makes me think he hasn’t given up either, idk why, it’s just the vibes. 

Whatever happens, I am so glad to see us fight like this. I’m glad that Jonathan Stroud can see just how much love there is for his characters, I’m glad the actors can see how amazing we all think they did. 

I’m glad I decided to get involved in this fanbase. It’s been a whole lot of fun. The fics, the headcanons, the fanart, the HUMOR, y’all, I love everybody so much. 

If you’re like me, and you’ve been doing a whole lot of crying, don’t forget to drink water. Everyone, please take time to take care of yourself too, it’s important.

Also, don’t forget about the watch party!! May 20-21st!!!! Top 10 is the goal, but how great will it be to dethrone Queen Charlotte??? I want to see Anthony Lockwood’s face at that number one spot again, he deserves it (and we all know he loves it there). If Bridgerton can find its way back into the Top 10 with no new season, so can we.

Um, vent over, God bless.