#we were literally put on this earth to hang out and love each other and make art and sing songs and be kind to each other

[skyburger]

this tweet changed me dude

[wheeboo]

streetlights | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which you and wonwoo go on a midnight walk together. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff n cheesy cuteness, childhood best friends to lovers au, reader is the literal definition of a hopeless romantic (aka me fr), both reader and wonwoo just realising their feelings for each other tbh WARNINGS. none but just my efforts at building romantic tension and reader having their first kiss (: WORD COUNT. 1.9k

notes: honestly this is just me dumping my hopeless romantic thoughts in an imagine so uh... bare with me please.

“Do you remember when we promised to marry each other by 30 if we were both still single?”

You don’t earn an immediate response, and you glance to see if Wonwoo was even still listening to you. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t, as a singular earphone hangs off his ear. Frowning, you give him a playful (and maybe slightly aggressive) nudge on the arm, distracting him out of his little world.

“Earth to Wonwoo?” You call out his name. “Did you hear what I said?”

“Huh?” Wonwoo faces back to you blankly, his dark eyes meeting yours as he slowly removes the earphone out of his ear and puts it away in his pocket. You see his lips part to form an apologetic smile, his face illuminated by the looming streetlights above as he fixes his hat and adjusts his glasses. “Sorry, what did you say?”

You roll your eyes, huffing out a pout to his response. “See, this is why you’re single. You’re too invested in your little books.”

Wonwoo scoffs dramatically, the corners of his lips curling into a sly smile. His face is full of amusement, knowing he's not one to back down from any of your playful banter. 

"Says the one who is always daydreaming about finding the perfect partner,” he retorts back. 

You feel an embarrassed blush spread throughout your face because unlike you, Wonwoo has had a fair share of experiences with love. “I-I just haven’t found the one, okay?” 

Wonwoo just grins proudly at your reaction. Despite being best friends with him for most of your life, the bickering banter between you both was an unequal match. Even in a playful manner, he always knew the right things to say to have you at a loss for words. Sometimes, he could just look at you and suddenly your voice decides to depart out of your body. 

That’s... normal, right?

The two of you find yourselves trailing down an empty neighbourhood street at the wee hours of the night. It happens when the two of you can’t seem to fall asleep, along with an added boredom that just calls for a late-night stroll. The streetlights cast a soft, orange glow on the pavement as you walk side-by-side, the only sounds being the gentle rustle of leaves, the distant chirp of crickets, and your footsteps echoing in the quiet night when the world seems to be at slumber. You notice a few of the streetlights seemingly more dim than the others, some even blinking, and one or two barely even working. 

These kinds of strolls weren’t as strange as others may make it seem. You both enjoy the comfortable silences of being next to each other, minding your own businesses, and allowing the air to clear away your thoughts. But for some reason, your mind only continues to wander to what Wonwoo had mentioned just minutes before. Do you... really daydream that much for a partner that might seem impossible to find?

Wonwoo peers towards you curiously, eyes tracing over your familiar expression and side-profile. He knows when you’re deep in thought from the way you purse your lips together, or the way your eyes seem glued to the ground like you’re trying to laser a hole through the earth. 

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks casually.

You shake your head. “It’s stupid.”

He raises a suspicious brow, feeling the bits of worry slip in. “Nothing you think is stupid, Y/N. Come on, I know that look when you want to say something.”

You feel the slight pressure on your shoulders from his words, but he’s your best friend. You know you can tell him anything and everything, and not once has he spilled any of your secrets. In some way he’s like a locked diary, a sacred vessel that holds the deepest corners of your heart and even the most ridiculous of thoughts you may have told him. 

Through the years, he's been your confidant, your rock, and your only support. You've relied on him for comfort and strength, and he has never faltered in his role. Not even once. Somehow, the thought is strangely soothing.

“Is it bad I just have so many scenarios in my head that I look for when looking for love?” You ask him; it’s a genuine question. “Like, there’s so many things I want to experience, you know? The nervous hand-holding, the cliché umbrella moment, or even a kiss under the moonlight... I want someone to look at me like those stupid dramas!”

You don’t notice as you continue to ramble, but a flicker of something indiscernible passes through Wonwoo’s gaze as his attentiveness seems to slip away at your last sentence. Yet he quickly recovers himself, a small smile playing at his lips.

“A kiss under the moonlight, you say?” he muses, but he murmurs it under his breath as if acknowledging the detail more to himself. 

“I told you. It all sounds stupid,” You groan hopelessly. “I won’t ever experience those kinds of things. I’m too much of a coward.”

Wonwoo just chuckles quietly, and because of the embarrassment, you can’t tell if he’s chuckling at you or not. But his face softens just seconds after as he unnoticeably steps closer to you to the point where your shoulders begin to lightly brush up against one another, and feel yourself begin to relax once more. 

However his closeness seems to send a jolt through your heart. 

A few moments of silence pass as you continue to walk together, a certain tension growing in the air that makes you feel oddly tense. You steal a sideways glance at Wonwoo, observing his seemingly contemplative expression and how he appears lost in his own thoughts as well. He’s always been a naturally quiet person, but this time, there was perhaps a miniscule shift in the silence surrounding you two. 

Then, abruptly, he comes to a stop, causing you to come to a halt as well. The two of you cower under a flickering streetlight, its intermittent glow casting dancing shadows on the pavement below your feet.

“Y/N,” he says your name with utmost seriousness, and as you meet his gaze, there’s a newfound intensity in his dark eyes. “You trust me, right?”

In that moment, the weight of Wonwoo's question hangs in the air, and you feel your heartbeat start to quicken. The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine as a mix of curiosity and anticipation grows within you. 

A flicker of uncertainty passes through your mind, yet you know your friendship with Wonwoo has always been built on trust. The two of you have always been open with each other, so you can trust him, right?

“Of course I trust you. Why wouldn’t I?” For some reason there’s still that quiver of doubt in your response. 

You watch Wonwoo take a noticeable exhale. 

He opens his mouth again but closes it quickly, leaving you hanging once more. The silence stretching between the two of you feels like an eternity, your heart pounding anxiously in your chest, as you watch the play of emotions on his face. For the first time in a long time, he looks just as vulnerable as you feel around him at times. 

“If I said I wanted to kiss you right now, would you let me?”

You could only stare at him, merely speechless as his question floats in the air around. Time seems to stand still as you attempt to process whatever the heck he just asked you. Your mind races with frustration, trying to comprehend the depth of his feelings along with your own as the line between friendship and something more starts to blur with each passing second.

Wonwoo bites his bottom lip nervously, feeling the slap of regret hit him in an instant.

“I shouldn’t have asked𑁋”

“No, wait,” You interject, effectively silencing him. Getting the courage to look up at him, you release the tension in your shoulders. You can’t believe you’re about say this. “I want you to kiss me.” 

Wonwoo’s eyes widen with surprise, momentarily taken aback by your bold statement. You watch as a mix of emotions flicker across his face𑁋doubt, hesitation, and a glimmer of hope. You’ve never seen so many emotions cross his face; you’ve never seen him so speechless before.

Then he starts to reach out excruciatingly slowly, hesitating for a split second, before letting his hand gently cup your face, as if trying to get used to the feeling. Your breaths simulatenously hitch together, and within just seconds, he allows his lips to brush against yours tenderly and carefully. 

You feel the inexperience coming to you, so you let your instinct take over and allow your hands to drift down to his waist, kneading the fabric of his white shirt loosely and pulling him just a bit closer.

Wonwoo's hand on your face moves, his fingers lightly tracing the contour of your cheek. The kiss deepens ever so slightly as you sense the feelings beginning to overwhelm you. It's a dance of emotions, a silent confession that speaks volumes.

As you pull apart from each other, breathless and wide-eyed, you feel reality sink in. You let your gaze drift back to his eyes, trying to search for the right words to say. His hand still lingers on your face, a gentle reassurance that whatever just happened was real. 

And you swear you see a subtle shift in the way he’s looking at you now. 

“I...” is all that comes out of your lips, feeling the heat sprouting in your cheeks. “Sorry, wow, um... It feels like the world just stopped for a second.”

Wonwoo smiles softly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he takes in your overwhelmed expression, eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and something else you can't quite decipher.

“Is that a good thing?” he asks, his low tone sending chills down your spine.

If you look at him any longer, you feel like you’ll combust. It’s not an exaggeration (well, maybe it is); it’s a fact. So you tear your gaze away from him, glancing down at the pavement as if it holds all the answers. 

“It is,” You finally reply, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s a very good thing.”

Wonwoo takes his hand off your face. “Good, because,” He reaches down to grab your hand into his, lacing your fingers together. “We can do this now. The kiss under the moonlight is checked off, so the nervous hand-holding...”

“But you don’t look nervous,” You tell him teasingly.

Wonwoo just raises an eyebrow at you, taking your free hand by your side and placing it on his chest so that you were able to feel the fast racing of his heart.

“Does this prove your point?” he questions smugly, as if trying to test you. 

The feeling of his rapid heartbeat beneath your hand melts away whatever doubts or insecurities lingering around you. How long have you had this effect on him? 

“All those cliché moments that you want,” Wonwoo continues, voice laced with nothing but confidence. “I’m willing to give it to you.”

You feel the smirk crossing your lips. "And how can you prove that?”

Wonwoo tilts his head to the side as if in thought. “Can I... prove my willingness with another kiss?”

A giddy feeling explodes in your stomach as his words wash over you, and you can't help but let out a quiet giggle.

“You certainly can.” You say softly, before meeting your lips with his once again, the flickering streetlight above suddenly stopping to allow its bright light to cascade steadily around the two of you.

[harlowtales]

Jack finds the love of his life who has never been kissed…or anything else 😘

♥️💝♥️

18+ Adult Themes - Romance/Drama/Sex

“Jack stop.” You said, unsure where this was going. You had never kissed anyone let alone had sex. It was time to say something before things went too far. You were saving it for the right person…your husband, and a rapper was definitely not it. You shouldn’t even have taken his invitation to go to the movies but Jack seemed very sweet and down to earth. You figured there was no harm in a movie, but it was going too fast. His hands were starting to go places. You were in the back of an old theatre watching an Alfred Hitchcock movie as they were Jack’s favourite movies.

“Y/N what’s wrong? I thought we were feeling each other” Jack said confused as he sat back.

“Well right here…right now was my first kiss. Jack I…I’m a virgin.” There was no other way than to just tell him. Your palms were sweating and your heart was beating so loudly you thought the whole empty theatre could hear it.

“Say on god.” Jack said in shock

“Swear to god.” You said earnestly “I’m sorry. Can you take me home?”

“If I ruined everything I’m so sorry Y/N.” Jack apologized “I will absolutely take you home if that’s what you really want.”

“I feel so stupid. I usually know better than to waste the time of someone like you. I mean, you’re Jack Harlow. Of course you want to…well you know.” You said in embarrassment.

“Right here, I can tell you I would fucking marry you if I knew it wouldn’t scare the shit out of you.” Jack said in disbelief that he had found a 24 year old virgin. “If you let me be the first, I will be your only.”

“Jack please. I need to go.” All you wanted to do was escape this moment. You weren’t prepared for wanting to do it with him in that movie theatre and that scared you. Jack was incredibly handsome and charming. He was intelligent and funny, tall and distinguished. Everything you ever dreamed of in a man was all in him. You had to get away from him as soon as humanly possible.

You pulled up in front of your parent’s house and your dad instantly peeled the living room curtains back to make sure you didn’t hang out too long in Jack’s car. Jack had to actually introduced himself to your father and ask to take you out in the first place. He saw you with your family at an event his mother put on for charity and knew he had to shoot his shot. Your dad insisted on him coming to the house and properly introducing himself first. It felt like the 1950’s but he appreciated it. Now you being a virgin was all starting to make sense.

“Ughh. He’s literally going to stare at us until I’m in the door. You better walk me to the door or he’ll think you weren’t raised right.” You cautioned.

“Y/N it’s all fine.” Jack laughed “I ain’t going away so pops better get used to me.”

“What? You mean, this isn’t the end?” You said in surprise.

“Why would it be? Cuz I got bitches on speed dial?” Jack said characteristically raising an eyebrow. “If you let me be your first, you would be my only girl. Anything else I had going on would be done for me. Let me make it special for you Y/N.” Jack put a soft hand on your thigh.

You felt a heat rising in you that you never felt before. “Jack call me um…call me later. I have to go. He’s watching us. Open my car door, walk me to the door. Don’t hold my hand. Don’t kiss me on the cheek. Say goodnight to him and shake his hand. Got it?” You said giving Jack the cheat code to dealing with your strict parents.

After some weeks Jack kept calling and spending time with you whenever he could. He FaceTimed you from his European tour and it was no pressure. He never even mentioned sex. You started to think you not putting out had caused him to lose interest in you romantically and it was just turning into a friendship. Jack wanted you more and more, he just didn’t want to scare you away so he was being patient.

The tour was over and he was finally back home. He knew he had to ease you into thinking he was the right one to lose your virginity with. He decided to go to your house and approach your parents about dating you seriously. If that’s what it took that’s what he was willing to do.

Jack was sweating he was so nervous. Your parents came into the living room with just the clock ticking in the background.

“So Y/N tells me you want to date her.” Your dad said

“I know you’re strict. I want to respect that.” Jack said seriously. You were sitting across from him as sitting on the same couch would not have been deemed appropriate by your parents.

“Very protective.” Your mother chimed in “Why does someone in your line of work want to date my daughter?”

“My line of work? You mean a rapper?” Jack said with a tinge of sass. You shot him a look to chill.

“Yes. Entertainment is not for our girl.” Your dad said

“Well I would make sure she’s always with me and protected. I’m very protective as well. You can ask my family that I’m very close too.” Jack explained.

“She can date on a few conditions. She has to check in with us and no sex before marriage. Do you intend on marrying her or is she just one of your many girls?” Your mother asked embarrassing you.

Jack started turning red partly from embarrassment and partly from getting a bit upset. He was sure he would propose at some point or he would have left your house from this grilling by your parents.

“I know I have a reputation but I have intentions of marrying your daughter as soon as she’s ready.” Jack said. A lump formed in his throat. He wasn’t planning on saying that but it came out and he wasn’t sorry. The silence that followed was amplified by the ticking clock.

“Is anyone going to ask me what I want? Do I matter?” You said raising your voice. “I am 24 mom, dad, come on! I’m a grown woman! I’ve done everything you wanted my whole life. I want to date Jack…I will date Jack.”

“Y/N! Really? Hunny you see? He’s influenced her already!” Your father said to your mother like Jack wasn’t there.

“How rude! Jack is right here.” You said

“Y/N please your parents are right. Maybe I should go.” Jack said making s move to leave.

“I’m coming.” You said defiantly

“Walk out the door and don’t come back.” Your dad said.

“Oh fine with me.” You huffed.

“Y/N these are your parents. Please, listen to them.” Jack pleaded with you much to your parent’s surprise.

“Well Jack. Son. I’m impressed with you.” Your dad said “I approve, but talk some sense into her.”

“Will do sir. She’s safe with me.” Jack said assuredly

“What was that? I thought you were on my side?” You said haughtily as you left with Jack to go for a drive.

“I fucking got my hands full.” Jack murmured

“Excuse me?” You said like a spoiled brat.

“Listen princess let’s get one thing straight ok?” Jack said heading away from the park.

“Jack where are we going?” You asked concerned

“Shush for fuck sakes.” Jack said rolling his eyes with a slight giggle

You pulled into the parking of a building and headed into an elevator. When the doors opened to a sprawling condo you realized he had taken you to his penthouse apartment. “Get comfy cuz this is where you’ll probably wind up with your attitude. Geez I feel sorry for your parents. Hungry?”

“Ummm yes. Yes please Jack. Thank you.” You said instantly more polite.

“That’s better.” Jack said kissing you on the forehead. “I want this place to be your place but you have to behave.”

“Ok sir Jack sir!” You said saluting him and laughing.

“Oh yeah? You getting cheeky?” Jack said towering over you. You were like a magnet for him. He pulled you close into a passionate kiss. Your space ached like you had never felt. You longed to be his in every way.

“Y/N I can take you home if…” but you cut Jack off with another deep kiss to his amazement “Take me.” You said looking him right in the eye.

“Y/N come on…” but you pulled Jack towards his bedroom.

“Now? You sure?” He said cautiously

“Please Jack. I need you.” You said in agony

“Baby…I’m scared. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said caressing your hair.

“I know it will hurt but if not now…when?” You reasoned looking up at him.

“Y/N there’s no rush. I meant it. I will marry you.” Jack promised, knowing he was caving in fast. You had a hold on him that was undeniable.

“Come.” He commanded as he sat on the bed and opened his legs for you to stand in front of him. You obeyed and went closer.

He began going up your shirt, fondling your breasts and kissed your bare stomach. You threw back your head and moaned. You saw Jack growing and reached down to touch him but he stopped your hand.

“No. I…I’m sorry Y/N this doesn’t feel right. I’ll take you back.” Jack said. In his mind it was going to happen so differently. He brought you to his place for you to start getting comfortable there. He was used to being around you…wanting you and not being able to really be inside you, he was the one that was hesitant now, and how crazy and special would it be for him to marry a virgin. “We’re not married. This isn’t right.” He couldn’t imagine the looks on your parent’s faces if they found out.

“Are you kidding me? They got to you. They fucking got to you. Wait….you’re not into me anymore are you? I knew it. It felt like a friendship last little while. I should have known.” You burst into tears “I’m not model gorgeous and exciting like what you’re used to.”

“Baby…no no no I have never been in love until now. Did you know that?” Jack said looking at you as you sat on his lap now. “I am very attracted to you. Don’t worry.”

“Then make love to me….Please Jack.” You said softly drawing him into a kiss.

“Ok, I…ok.” He said unable to refuse any longer. You pulled your shirt off over your head and stepped out of your jeans. He was in awe of how perfectly your breasts hung and the curve of your body. “I can’t believe I’m the first to ever see all this and touch you…be inside you.” Jack breathed overcome with emotion.

He gently laid you down kissing and caressing your body. You gasped having never felt such sensations. “Oh god Jack.”

There was no turning back now. He had waited so long.

“It hurts too much and I’m stopping ok?” Jack said lovingly. You nodded in agreement under him, drinking in his aroma and feeling his chest. He tried not to put his full weight on you as your legs opened to take him in. He tested your space dipping in with the head only and pulling back. It was such a foreign feeling you held your breath from the pressure slowly pressing into you.

“You ok?” He asked as he hovered over you about to re-enter a little more.

“Put it all the way in. I’m ok.” You assured him

“We can just play with each other baby. We don’t have to do this all the…” Jack was trying to say

“Can you please just…I want to feel all of you.” You said a bit frustrated and anxious

“Ok baby. Hold onto me ok?” Jack cautioned. He was beyond excited but had to contain himself for your comfort. He held his shaft steadily as he guided it in carefully. You were wet with anticipation but it still was painful. You tried to hide it as much as possible to not make Jack feel bad, but he saw the look on your face and paused afraid to stroke in and out. One thing for sure, your future husband was gifted and it would take getting used to.

“Oh, uhhh, oh my god.” You breathed unable to make sense of the new pain and slight pleasure you were starting to feel as Jack slowly glided partially out and slid back in.

“Ah fuck you feel good baby.” He said breathlessly in your ear. “I’ve waited for this moment” Jack was poised on top of you and concentrating on being as gentle as possible as he went in further and further. Tears started welling up in your eyes with a burning pain radiating through your abdomen and legs as he picked up some speed and put more weight behind his thrusts. You held onto him tightly unable to really move.

After a few moments he suddenly cried out “Uh Y/N!! Baby” You felt your flesh tear apart inside and a warm sensation run down your thighs. There was blood on the sheets from your hymen popping. You were mortified.

“Oh my god Jack!” You exclaimed in tears. He immediately stopped and headed to the bathroom to start the shower and bring you a towel. He wiped you up lifted you off the bed and carried you to the shower. He held you from behind, his arms supporting you as he sung a Bryson Tiller song gently. His smooth melodic voice amplified in the shower filled you with warmth as the pain started to subside.

He wrapped you in a towel and held your hand to his closet where he dressed you in his shorts and hoodie. He combed your hair for you and settled you on the couch. After grabbing you a snack he went to strip the bed sheets and ran back to snuggle with you.

“Are you ok baby?” He asked sweetly “Do you need anything else?”

“Jack please just relax with me. Thank you for looking after me.” You said tiredly. It had been a rollercoaster of emotions your stomach ached, your space hurt, and your legs were like jello. He snuck in behind you and you rested on him as he covered both of you in a blanket.

“After all that you get the remote Mrs. Harlow…this one time ok?” He joked. You giggled snuggling up to him and falling asleep.

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice

[canadianfangirl-95]

Choose One. 

Triple Frontier character x f! reader

Don’t talk to me this was supposed to be a drabble but idk how to stop. No description because this literally feels like I took 4 pages out of a book and threw them down with no explanation.

No specific TF character is the love interest, choose one of them as your fave and enjoy the angsty ride. No description of reader, nicknames Black Widow and princess.

Warnings- mention of smutty stuff but pretty tame, Tom being an SOB, swearing, drinking 

Word count- 2700  

The evening air in the small South American town you were based in was growing cooler as the sun had set. You were seated, squished between two of your teammates, Frankie and Will, while Benny and Santi sat on the floor of the common area building, leaning against a small coffee table. Each of you were putting back beers like they were the last on earth, and just enjoying each other’s company. The conversation had swiftly changed to the favourite subject of the group, Santi’s love life.  

Will commented, “I think we all know the biggest slut around here is Pope. Didn’t you hook up with Tara from scheduling last week? She was only here for 3 days, and you still managed to get her into bed.” he said, leaning past you to give Santi a shit eating grin. 

The group let out a boisterous laugh at Santi’s copious infidelities. He threw his hands up conceding, “Hey laugh it up, if I’m gonna be teased for getting laid the most I will gladly take it.”  

Benny interjected, “Honestly, considering Black Widow is one of the only women at this base, I can’t believe she isn’t the one who’s getting laid the most.” He pointed at you, to which you shrugged and brought your cold beer to your lips with a smirk. You had your fair share of base affairs, but every guy you had tried out failed to truly satisfy you the way you needed, so they didn’t stay on the roster very long. Besides, they were only ever a distraction from what you truly wanted but couldn’t have. 

Santi nodded along, “Yeah why are you hanging out with us all the time when you could be getting it on every minute of the day?” 

You chewed the inside of your cheek in thought before responding, “Maybe that’s the thing, there’s not a whole lot of fun when it’s just like a guaranteed thing. I at least want to work for it a little, cuz in all honestly, I think with all single men considered, you guys are only one’s at this base who haven’t tried to sleep with me.”  

You let out a chuckle as the group went quiet, each of them looking at one another with an embarrassed look on their faces. Frankie’s ears grew red underneath his curly brown locks and baseball hat. You immediately noticed the way Santi downed the rest of his drink and Benny and Will exchanged a knowing glance.  

Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion at the sudden change in demeanor. “What’d I say?” 

 Frankie leaned in and shook his head, “Nothing, you didn’t say anything wrong.” 

“Okay, well then why does it feel like something just happened?” You questioned.  

Benny went to open his mouth but was quickly slapped on the arm by Will, causing him to look away from your gaze toward the dull beige ceiling that was adorned with water stains.  

You perked up in your seat between Frankie and Will on the old leather couch, “Okay, now you guys are freaking me out, what’s up?” 

The air grew thicker as Santi finally turned his attention back to you with a huff, “Widow, now don’t shoot the messenger here,” he said putting his hands on his chest to speak as earnestly as possible, “but when you joined the team, Tom made us all promise not to sleep with you.”  

Your mouth dropped; you had been a part of this team as their sniper for 8 months. Four of the guys had welcomed you with open arms, but not Tom. He had been nothing but a pain in your ass since the moment the Sergeant introduced you. You still remember the day vividly. Being transferred out of your old team after months of belittlement by the macho muscle heads you had been paired with. Each of them had welcomed you with a smile and worked hard to form a personal bond with you. Except for Tom of course, he immediately started calling you princess and continued the belittlement of your previous squad.  

Before you could speak, none other than Tom entered the common area room you were all seated in. Blood boiled to the surface as you rose from your seat and started towards him. Meak calls of protest rang out behind you from the group of men, but it was pointless. Your red face was met with his equally aggressive facade.  

Stopping mere feet in front of him you crossed your arms and raised your head high, “You son of a bitch who do you think you are deciding who I can and can’t sleep with?” You said with a strong tone.  

Tom’s eyebrows popped up with shock, he looked over your shoulder to the four men all seated with their heads down. He smirked and turned his attention back to you. “So, they finally told you huh? That’s fine, it was the right decision then and it’s the right decision now.”  

“I have worked tirelessly for this team for 8 months, and yet you still only have ever seen me as a,- a sexual thing and a fucking distraction. You’ve never seen me as the same as anyone else here on this team.” Heat rising in your voice with each matter-of-fact word.  

Tom scoffs and crosses his arms, “Don’t get all self-righteous on me princess. You’re no better than any of us when it comes to sexualizing your team. As if you haven’t thought about each and every one of us here. Even me I bet; you seem like you’d be into a little hate sex.”  

You stuttered, “In your fucking dreams Tom-,” 

“No, actually, in yours. Don’t think we haven’t heard you. We all share that bunk house.” His voice lowered to a seductive whisper, and you took a deep swallow.  “You really think we haven’t heard the deep breathing, the slight moans, the creak in the box spring, all coming from your bed late at night. Or maybe you wanted us to hear it. Maybe while you do it, you’re thinking about what would happen if one of us heard and decided to slide into bed with you. What would happen if one of us finally broke that boundary, offering to finish you off. So, before you come at me, claiming I only see you as a sexual thing, why don’t you think about how many times you’ve gotten off thinking about one of us in these 8 months.” 

Your body shivered and your hair stood straight on your arms. His words cut through you like a knife, as you knew that most of it was true. The four men behind you were some of the most attractive men you’d ever met and were kind to boot. Of course you had thought about them, who wouldn’t, but it was none of Tom’s business, nevertheless.  

He looked up in thought, enjoying your stunned moment, as the rest of the guys held breaths and chewed fingernails, desperate not to get pulled into the situation. “You know, I told the Sergeant that I’d be willing to make it work with you, but now I’m not so sure. Maybe it’s about time you transfer to another base where there are less, what did you call it? Distractions.” he said pointedly, staring into your eyes with fire.  

You glared back at him, considering your options. Finally, an idea sparked, and you were willing to try it if it meant you would be staying on this team. Not just to continue being a thorn in Tom’s side, but to stay with the guys you had developed so many feelings for. Especially the one you had felt your heart tug toward for months now. Pulling your stern look into a sly smirk, you take a step inward and drop your arms to your sides, caging Tom in with your body to the point that he was doing his best not to touch your chest with his crossed arms. “You know Tom, you actually missed the beginning of this conversation. In which I informed the guys that besides them, every other single man on this base has tried to sleep with me. Give that some thought, and then accept the fact that, I’m not going anywhere.” You bite your lip and step back, turning your back on him and returning to the seated area where the group was sitting. You decided not to make eye contact with them as you collected your drink and phone. Turning swiftly on your heels you started towards the door, calling out just as you were about to exit, “Don’t wait up for me boys, got some business to take care of.” You declare with a wink, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you leave.  

Tom turns his head away from the door and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Is the Sergeant single?” he asks with a deep breath out his nose.  

Nodding his head, looking down at the cool white tile flooring of the room Will responds, “Yeah, got divorced last year.”  

“Son of bitch, isn’t that fucking great.” Tom exhales. “What the fuck guys?” he asks, turning his attention to the men and opening his arms wide. 

Santi’s mouth gapped, “Us? What about you? You’re the one that came up with that misogynistic rule and that fucking violating monologue.” He pointed towards the door you left from, exasperated by the situation.  

Tom waved his hands authoritatively, “You know what, I don’t wanna hear about it. We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow, if she’s not there, she’s out and I don’t care who she’s slept with. I’ll personally escort her stateside if I have to. All of you get some shut eye.” He turned and bound out the door, slamming it closed behind him.  

A chill fell upon the group as they released the breaths they were holding, unsure of what was to come.  

Benny scratched his nose and said in a low voice, “I thought I was the only one.” 

Frankie crossed his arms on his chest and leaned back asking, “Only one for what?” 

He shrugged, “Only one to hear her. Have you guys?” he asked, looking between the three uncomfortable faces around him.  

Santi let out a groan as he stood from his seat on the floor, “We all do it man, keeps us sane. Just supposed to ignore it.”  

Frankie and Benny shared an agonizing glance and stood, all of them retreating to their bunks in silence. Each of them lay there awake, wondering if you were going to come back that night, and when the clock chimed for midnight, they knew they had their answer.  

In all honesty, sleeping with the Sergeant wasn’t something you were expecting would be happening. He was actually quite handsome with a Kevin Costner vibe to him and showed you a good time. Plus, you certainly wouldn’t have to be worrying about Tom medaling in your assignment now that you’ve got his boss wrapped around your finger. When you arrived back to the bunk house it was empty, all of the team had seemingly already left for the morning assignment meeting.  

“She’s gonna be here.” Frankie said sternly, leaning against a desk, bracing his hands on the cool wood top as Benny paced in front of him.  

“I don’t know man she was pretty pissed last night.” The younger man stated, scratching the back of his head and looking sheepishly at the door.  

Will and Santi sat at the desks lined up in the room, arms crossed and giving each other worried glances. Benny startled as Tom entered carrying his clip board of the assignment run down. He glanced around the room and smirked taking notice in your absence.  

“Well, if princess isn’t here in let’s see,” he pulls his wrist to his face to analyze the time on his watch, “30 seconds I guess we’ll be looking for a new sniper again. Shame really, she was a good shot, just couldn’t shut the fu-,” 

“Morning, gentleman, and Tom.” You say as you skip through the open door, brushing past Tom and taking a seat on the desk beside Santi. Crossing your arms and legs and providing Tom with a pointed stare. The rest of the men looked to one another with utter shock and fear of your boldness.  

Tom gave a strong huff, “Just on time, late night?”  

“Late night, early morning. The Sergeant says hi by the way.” You say with a wink.  

He bares his teeth and shifts on his feet, “Alright, I’ve been thinking about our little issue here. I may have over stepped.” He puts on a sly grin and your defenses only triple, unsure where this false change of heart might be coming from.  

“You’re right, you and the guys here should be able to sleep with whomever you want. So, by all means, choose one.” he says, squaring his shoulders with confidence. 

Your eyebrows pop up in confusion, “Choose one?” You repeat.  

He shrugs and gestures to the men, “Yeah, choose one. Clearly you want to otherwise you wouldn’t have thrown such a fit. I’m a reasonable guy, but I do still think it would be a bad idea for you to be toe curling with everyone here. So, as a compromise, you can have one of them.” 

You take a deep breath, considering his proposition. Glancing around the room at the four men, they all look at you with desperate faces. Your eyes meet with the one you’ve been falling for all this time and a shiver runs through your body as his eyes burn into you with desire. All that’s been unspoken between the two of you slowly bubbling to the surface as you both consider what Tom has said. This whole time you thought he wouldn’t be interested. Wouldn’t want you the way you wanted him. Knowing now by the look on his face, the only thing truly keeping the two of you apart was the juvenile rule Tom had thrust upon him. His eyes said a thousand words. I want you. I’ve wanted you this whole time. Choose me. Love me the way I love you. You’ve thought about it a hundred times. What it would be like to finally take his face in your hands and pull him close in for a kiss. What it would sound like for the words that hung in your throat to finally spill out and for him to say the same. How it would feel to have his hand skate up the back of your uniform and settle on the small of your back before falling desperately into the sheets. 

Your daydreams and pining were suddenly cut short when your attention was brought back to the clearing of Toms throat. You shift your weight on the desk, “Interesting proposition Tom, I’ll have to think about it.”  

He grits his teeth, “Oh come on princess, I think you should give us an answer right now. Don’t wanna leave the guys hanging. They deserve to know who is gonna get the absolute pleasure of the Sergeants sloppy seconds.”  

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his derogatory comment, “You had the night to think about it Tom, I think I deserve the same.”  

The group looks to Tom, awaiting his answer. He takes a scan of the room and sees the stern faces. Nodding confidently, “Once again, I’m a reasonable man. We’ll talk tomorrow. Today, we have a day trip to take, and I want everyone focused anyway.” he says, snapping his knuckles on the clipboard in his hand. 

As Tom drummed on about the plan, you stole your last weary glance at the man you longed for, that you may finally have within reach. The one you’ll choose and will choose you, everyday for the rest of your lives. 

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas! i hoping you might be able to give me some advice?

my best friend and i have been friends our whole lives (i just turned 24 two weeks ago, she's turning 24 in two weeks) but ive been have some upsetting feelings about the friendship. i love her so, so much and i know beyond doubt that the feeling is overwhelmingly mutual and there's nothing in the world that could ever change that. i feel very lucky to have a relationship like that, and i feel bad for feeling unsatisfied in some ways with our friendship? we only ever hang out when i ask to which means i can usually count on one hand the amount of times i see her in a whole calendar year lol, we don't talk much and when we do its usually me initiating (again) about stuff about my life and i dont hear much about hers in return (to the point that, she's having a baby next month (!!) and i only learned their name from overhearing someone else's conversation, i only learned the baby room theme the same way, she didn't ask me to help with her gender reveal (nor did she tell me beforehand (which is genuinely so fine, but literally everyone in attendance was surprised that i didnt know so i ended upset about it anyways) or her baby shower (she also didn't include me in any plans or keep me in the loop about anything when she got married a few years ago). ive talked to her so many times about how im feeling about our friendship and how much id liked to be as close as we used to be, if you're claiming im your best friend how on earth am i not worth being told your babies name? she never even told me names they were thinking of. nothing ever comes out of talking to her about it, she expresses sympathy and gets better about things for a minute but then by the next week its exactly back to how it was. shes always been like this to some degree, even when we were closer, but its been getting unbearable now that were out of school and don't live in walking distance of each other anymore. i know having your friendships tested is just a general part of growing up and im just as a fragile age, but im really tired of feeling like i have to beg and plead to have a place in her life; but i don't ever want to completely cut her out of my life so im trying to adapt and content myself with this new dynamic. but since she's about to have a baby all i can think about is how that kid is going to grow up barely knowing who i am and i dont know how to get over that.

oh my god you are living my life lol

I honestly have been through something so similar.

I guess the thing I realized is that some people are able to give you different things at different times in their lives. And expecting them to give you more when they can't/aren't willing to is just hurting you, you know? It sounds like right now, this friend just can't give you more. Not in a malicious way, they just can't. So then the question is, are you willing to give them amount you are giving, only getting what you're getting, or do you want to put that effort into some other people too?

It's okay to decide to put less into a friendship if you're not getting what you need. (It's also okay to be the one putting more in RIGHT NOW, if you know they need that. Obviously, there are times in life (loss, breakups, pregnancies) when friends need more than they can give.) But since it seems like it is usually you putting more in, I wonder what it would feel like if you pulled back a bit?

Naming you 24 anon

[werewolfcave]

The Calamity Trio's love for each other shines most on the precipice of conflict. Additionally it is only through their conflicts that they truly define what they mean to each other and when they define who they are to themselves. It is through these moments that they grasp onto who they are. Such is the nature of adolescence and obsession. It is through these conflicts that they manage to break apart from one another and realize what their true natures are, but it is also only in their conflicts where metal meets metal that they are able to make known their own growth and change.

In conflict is when you finally spit out what you can't say, and in a trio of manipulation and repression there is so much that they have not said to each other. There is so much that hangs over their heads, and the one most out of the loop is Anne. It is through these conflicts she is able to truly grasp who her friends are, she finds that Sasha is someone with a rage that burns like fire and has a deep-seated need for control to the point of self destruction, and that he is deeply insecure and cares so much it burns as bright as his rage (See: Reunion, The Third Temple, True Colors, Commander Anne, and Sasha's Angels), and Marcy, who Anne finds out is someone who is deeply analytical and can take care of them self, and that they are someone who would rather run than confront change and is capable of being just as manipulative as Sasha if not more (see: Marcy at the Gates, and True Colors). These conflicts are deeply vital for Anne to understand not only her friends, but the person that she was back on Earth. And it is through Anne's conflicts that we the audience understand Sasha and Marcy, without her we wouldn't see the contrasts of who they were vs who they have become.

This chart made by @sashannes based on a conversation we had puts it very well in which it is through the lens of Anne we understand the shift of presentation and true self's complexity.

But how does Sasha and Marcy as a lens help us, the audience, understand Anne? Well first and foremost it is through Anne that we understand that Anne is Heart. It is through the miscommunication or lack of communication between Marcy and Sasha that we realize the bridge between them is Anne. When encountering Sasha in the Third Temple, Marcy does not question Sasha merely reacts to Sasha in a very friendly manner despite what Anne has told them about Toad Tower, and in True Colors, Sasha does not question Marcy instead simply responds "You've got to be kidding me." with a deep distain. Neither of them feel the need to try to understand the other, they feel they understand enough from their similarities. Matt Braly himself describes the relationship between Sasha and Marcy as "professional." Anne is what connects them, Anne is quite literally the Heart. Matt Braly in that same interview mentions that Sasha and Marcy do not yet know to appreciate Anne being the glue that sticks them together, they are young and don't realize the importance of Heart.

This brings up back to the question at hand, how do these conflicts help us understand Anne? Not only do they help us understand how Anne is Heart, but they help us understand the depth of Anne's role and the person she is deep down. When Sasha is hanging off of Toad Tower, the way that Anne reacts is in such way where it feels as if Anne has done this before. Telling Sasha repeatedly to look at her that everything is going to be fine, it's immediate, it's almost as if it's going through the motions. In a way this tells us that not only was in Anne's job to protect Marcy from themself (making sure they didn't walk or trip into things or generally get hurt by being clumsy or inattentive) it might have also been Anne's job to save Sasha from himself. It is in this way that we further establish Anne as a protector, a guardian of her friends. When Marcy confesses to trapping the Trio in Amphibia, Anne is revolted and distances herself from them. But when Andrias reveals his plan to it's fullest, Anne stands by both Marcy and Sasha who had betrayed her in that same episode and says "The three of us may have made some mistakes, but you, you're evil." In this we see how Anne is able to set aside what has occurred, and face towards something bigger than their issues. Unlike Sasha (who became so consumed by his drive to regain control after a betrayal that he almost killed himself, Grime, Percy, and Braddock), unlike Marcy (who became so consumed by the need for things to stay the same that they sent the three of them into another dimension), Anne sets her feelings aside and turns to the problem at hand. We see that Heart does not just mean that she is the feeling of the group, but instead that she is the connection and she has a better grip ON her feelings. Sasha has such an overflow of emotions they explode out of him frequently, and Marcy's emotions bottle up until they break. Anne through the series to this point has learned the lessons she needs in order to take hold of how she feels and point it towards what is necessary. We see her in contrast to Sasha and Marcy. It is through conflict we see who Anne Boonchuy is, and it is through conflict and the eyes of a King, Anne Boonchuy sees who she is.

"Who Am I?" At the beginning, Anne cannot answer that question, her self in too muddied in being the mediator in being the accomplice at doing what was easy. By the end Anne realizes, who she wants to be with the help of the Plantars, and with the help of the conflict she has gone through on their behalf or with their support. But she is only able to see herself in the eyes of Andrias because of her experiences with Sasha and Marcy. It is in this fight that she talks about both Andrias and herself in the same breath. "A thousand years of suffering, of burying your feelings, of hating yourself..." Anne's eyes are trained on the King as she glows a color similar to his own skin, "that must have been hard."

Learning to love yourself is a hard task, and can't be completed alone. It is through our connections, it is through the impact that others have on us, it is through the love we are shown, and it is through our ability to accept that love that we learn how to love ourselves. Similarly, this is how we learn how to grow.

[gokubrain]

hello!!! so i am the person who asked you about cell arch, and the one who hasn't seen the buu arch,,, well l'm happy to say that that's no longer true! I finally watched it and I have SO MUCH TO SAY ITS CRAZY!!! I don't even know where to start or how to make this comprehensible but l'll try my best, im also really nervous but it's ok:-) this is definitely gonna be very chaotic and i apologise in advance because I don't know how to write so l'lI just be saying everything that comes to mind,,,

SO! let me just start this out by saying that YOU WERE SO RIGHT!!!! this arch literally changed my entire perspective on how I view kakavege and it was so good I watched the whole thing in like 4 days xD, I also needed like a whole week to process everything that happened and go through all my notes to compose all my thoughts xDD but ok, here we go,,,

firstly, I just couldn't believe at first how vegeta was like, actually nicer?? like when they went to the tournament he was actually like hanging out with everyone else? this might seem like not much but to me that was so crazy because up until that point, vegeta would always be standing somewhere in the corner angrily and try not to associate with anyone. but now when goku asked him if he wants to go watch goten and trunks fight he agreed and when trunks wins vegeta puts his hand on gokus shoulder??? since when??? that's was like the first big change I noticed and I just couldn't get over it at all, it just seemed insane that vegeta would suddenly be acting not as aggressively. AND THEN THE FAMOUS SCENE!!! where goku and vegeta just communicate without actually saying any words??? | was just speechless, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I think I was still underestimating just how gay this arch is gonna get.

then vegeta not wanting goku to leave with kaioshin because they were supposed to fight in the tournament??? like him just saying that all he wants to do is fight goku and that that's the only reason he even joined??? man I love that scene so much.

then when they are on babidis spaceship it's just very cute how they both trust each other to be able to defeat the enemies,and then when vegeta gets impatient of waiting for the next opponent to show up, he gets angry and wants to destroy the ship, and then goku grabs his arm and tells him to calm down, then they just look into each other's eyes for a long time and OF COURSE, vegeta calms down,, that was so crazy man,,,

god i don't know if this is a normal way of writing this, like l'm just kinda writing things that I liked in the arch and not an actual review, I don't know what l'm doing really but l'm probably just overthinking xD

ok so now we're getting to the good bit😃

vegeta turns Majin ON PURPOSE??? and he only cares about goku?? And when babidi tries to control him to kill other people he just, refuses??? is vegeta really that gay that even mind powers simply don't work on him????

and the fight itself???? ITS SO UNBELIEVABLY GAY!!!! they hold hands so much man!!! and that one scene where vegeta pins goku to the wall with the rings??? i couldn't believe my eyes xDD

and now here's the thing, l'm not very good at writing so I don't know how to structure this well but I wanna talk about the scene where Vegeta knocks goku out and decides to go fight buu,

in my first attempt of writing this I just straight up described the entire scene and i feel like that's just extremely too long and im just gonna assume that everyone knows that scene and not gonna worry about it anymore,,,

that scene literally made me understand kakavege,,, and it sounds a bit silly but it really did, so here we go

in that scene vegeta literally says that he doesn't care if his family and the entire earth dies, and then, goku says that he doesn't believe him, and that he knows he still has good in his heart and vegeta just looks at him for so long, and I think that's when he finally realised how much of a mistake he had made, like do you know what I mean?? i don't know how to explain this well enough so l'm just gonna say it, when goku and vegeta first fought, goku speared him and gave him a second chance. later in the frieza arch when vegeta is dying he tells goku ever since he was little he always had this one path in life: being evil and killing people, and being with frieza didn't help, he made him what he was, an evil killing machine with no remorse, nobody ever even gave vegeta a chance to be anything else than evil, that's all he knew,,, except for goku, he saw the good in his heart and gave him the opportunity to change and be on a different path, and even now, when vegeta turned majin and is at his lowest, after everything he's done and all the people he has hurt, goku still believes in him and gives him another chance once again, and right in that moment, when he's looking at goku, he realises how much goku has done for him, how he always believed in him when nobody else did, and that's when he decides, he's gonna finally repay goku for all the things he has done for him, that's why he knocked him out, because it's finally time for him to start fighting for other people, not just himself,,,

and so now we have arrived at possibly the gayest scene in all dragon ball: vegetas speech before fighting buu!!! (i was gonna put the whole clip here but apparently you can't do that xD)

first of all, goku WAS someone who would get on your nerves????? I cannot get over this, he's literally admitting he doesn't get annoyed by goku anymore this is crazy, and I just really like the line "after you ended up saving my life, you died on me"🥺 i also can't get over the "have a good, long sleep" line!!! it just sounds so🥺 he's saying like, you've done so much for me, now it's my time to do something selfless for you,,, it's so good man!!!!! i had a mental breakdown the first time I saw that😩😩

BUT THATS NOT ALL!!!

the episode where vegeta dies is called "for those whom he loves, vegeta perishes”, and at the end of the episode when he's about to die he's saying his final goodbye and he says,,, "farewell! bulma,, trunks,„ and you, kakarot!"

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME???? so basically what they're telling me is that vegeta is dying for those who he loves and then he lists those people and he includes goku as well!!???! so he just basically confirmed that he loves goku,,, cool😎

god ok I have to say this, I actually cried when vegeta died ×DD I feel so embarrassed to even admit that men!!😩😩 it's the combination of vegeta FINALLY HUGGING TRUNKS!!!, and vegeta literally flinching and looking like he's holding back tears when picolo told him he's not gonna be able to see goku after he dies,,, like I know he's obviously not actually dead for real but still,,, it genuinely made me sob xD i just really fucking liked that whole scene ok??? XDD

OK I THINK THATS ALL FOR NOW!!!

jesus I wrote so much xD in conclusion, thank you so much for encouraging me to watch this arch!!!! if you haven't it would have definitely taken me a lot longer to actually do it and l'm so glad I watched it!!! it genuinely changed my entire perspective on how I view kakavege and it just brought so much joy!!!

also, I already watched fusion reborn and,,, I HAVE EVEN MORE TO SAY ABOUT THAT THEN THIS!!!!!! i literally could analyse every second of screen time that vegeta and goku get together in great detail, so because of that l'm not going to do it here and maybe write another one of these just about the movie.

and if it wasn't clear, EVERYONE SHOULD WATCH THE BUU ARCH IF THEY HAVEN'T ALREADY!!!!!💜

theres a lot here to process and respond to (not complaining i love dbz i love hearing & talking about it i just have adhd) so i’m just gonna touch on a few things u said :3

for starters, i wanted to talk about this thing u said:

“[…] when vegeta turned majin and is at his lowest, after everything he's done and all the people he has hurt, goku still believes in him and gives him another chance once again, and right in that moment, when he's looking at goku, he realises how much goku has done for him, how he always believed in him when nobody else did […]”

this is it man you GET IT. you have figured out exactly what kakavege is at its very core. this concept is the foundation of this ship.. goku has always seen good within vegeta. thats it, at its simplest explanation, that IS kakavege.

it takes so long for vegeta to grasp this, for him to understand that goku sees within him something worth salvaging, because literally no one has ever had that sort of faith in vegeta before. there is nothing quite like being certain you are damned and evil and unsaveable only to have the most amazing and kind person alive believe you are good. its something vegeta doesn’t even deserve frankly, after everything he’s done not only in general but everything he’s done to goku as well…

and of course he knows that, that’s the point of his sacrifice vs. buu… definitely during the fight with goku he realizes he needs to do something to atone, and though dying did absolutely nothing (so fitting with his theme btw), he still felt as though he had to do this as a sorry to goku, even going so far as to namedrop goku in his final words before dying. idk idk i feel pretty normal about it i think

also , no scene will ever top the you are number one speech for me. ever. ever ever ever. its PEAK its peak dbz its peak kakavege its peak anime. it fuckin rules.

to me its the moment vegeta realized his feelings for goku, how all this time he shouldve been adoring him and admiring his strength instead of lamenting him and dedicating his life & fighting career to ending him … aahgg

TL;DR: buu arc kakavege <3

[whoiserenity]

LOVE TO HATE ME ~ Rafe Cameron x Female Reader ~ CHAPTER ONE

contains: alcohol, bad behavior, smoking, fighting, unhealthy jealousy.

trope: enemies to lovers.

credits: introduction is from Outer Banks, season 1, episode 1.

a/n: this is gonna be a mini series and updates are prob gonna be slow.

The Outer Banks, Paradise on Earth.

It's the sort of place where you either have two jobs or two houses.

Two tribes, one island.

All right, so Figure Eight, the rich side of the island. Home of the Kooks. So, guess where we don't live.

And then the south side or the cut. Home of the working class who make a living busing tables, washing yachts, running charters. The natural habitat of... drumroll, please...

...The Pogues.

That's us. Pogues, pogies, the throwaway fish. Lowest member of the food chain. Okay. So the downside of Pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of Pogue's life? We're ignored and neglected, which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want.

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One of the things you do daily in Pogue life. Surfing. JJ and John B were betting that whoever surfs the big wave coming in would get cash. Kiara, me, and Pope stayed on shore.

"5 bucks." John B said.

"Seriously, dude? 5 bucks for a big wave?" JJ raised an eyebrow at John B's words.

"I say 10 bucks!" Pope yelled at them from the shore.

"10? No. 20!" Kiara said.

"20?" JJ looked at John B who shook his head. "No? Okay. I say 50." JJ suggested as me, Kiara, and Pope agree.

"Where you gonna get 50 bucks?!" I yelled. JJ slammed his hands together before pointing to Kie.

Kiara's head whipped side to side before pointing to herself. "Me?!"

"Yes, you." JJ replied.

Kiara rolled her eyes before taking her wallet from her pocket and taking out $50 dollars and placing it in front of her.

"Alright, guys, the waves coming!" Pope shouted.

"Man, don't get your panties in a twist when I beat you!" JJ smirked at John B as he prepared himself for the wave.

John B chuckled before replying, "Let's see about that." Once the wave came they surfed it, and surprisingly they both managed to.

JJ looked at John B who smirked at him. "Whoever gets back on shore faster gets the dollar!" Pope laughed, so did me and Kiara as we watched JJ and John B surf back to shore, clearly trying to beat the other.

We cheered as they neared shore, now running to the cash.

JJ landed his hands on the cash first but John B catched up and put his hand on top of JJ's.

"Yo, dude, I laid on it first!" JJ exclaimed, shoving his damp hair away from his face.

John B chuckled and freed JJ's hand. "Alright. It's fair. But next time, I'm laying hands on a hundred." We chuckled at John B's words.

"Well, lookie here." A male voice called out.

We all turned to look at where it came from, only to see Rafe, with his petty little minions, Topper and Kelce.

Each of our smiles faltered at the sight of them. Kooks. People who think they own the island. We all had hatred for them ever since we were born. But my hatred for Rafe stood out.

There was just something about him and his face that tempted me to shove his head down into the ocean and keep it there until he couldn't breathe.

"What are you doing on our side of the island?" Rafe stopped in front of us, squinting his eyes at specifically me.

"Last time I checked, anyone can hang on the beach," JJ replied, glaring daggers at Rafe.

"Last time I checked you live in the cut." Kelce laughed when JJ was about to pounce on him but John B stopped him.

"Rafe, if you've got nothing nice to say, I suggest you leave." John B said, his tone calm but demanding.

Rafe cackled at his words, looking at Topper and Kelce who were snickering. "Oh come on, John B, are you literally kicking me out of my own side of the island?"

"You don't own the island, Rafe," I said, my tone annoyed and aggressive. He turned to me.

He rolled his eyes. "And you do?" He took a step closer to me. "You wasted your beauty by hanging out with... them.." He sneered, looking at JJ, John B, and Pope.

"Back off, man." Pope pushed Rafe away from me, causing him to stumble back and almost fall. Rafe looked shocked for a second before glaring at Pope and walking towards him, landing a punch on his face.

Kiara, and I gasped as John B and JJ tried to pull Pope out of the fight, meanwhile, Kelce and Topper were cheering for Rafe.

Rafe tackled Pope onto the sand and continued to abuse the living shit out of his face. He landed a few punches before Pope did to him. After Pope landed a punch on Rafe's face, John B and JJ took the time to pull him away from Rafe.

Pope glared at Rafe as he returned it. "Come on, Pope, let's go." John B glared at Rafe before walking away, us following behind.

"We're not done yet!" Rafe yelled as he got up from kneeling on the ground.

We finally got back to the Chateau, grabbing ice for the bruise on Pope's head. Kiara came back from the kitchen, handing Pope the cold compress as he took it and placed it on his bruise, muttering something under his breath.

I followed behind Kiara and sat down beside JJ, sighing. "Rafe's definitely not gonna let that go." I said as they all turned to me.

"What- what do you mean?" John B asked as I looked at him. "It's midsummers tomorrow and Pope has to help his dad deliver food there. If Rafe sees him, he's dead."

They all exchanged looks, knowing that my point was right. John B sighed and leaned back on his seat, Kiara looked down and JJ bit the inside of his cheek.

"We-ll?" Pope uttered, his voice voice breaking (he's not crying.)

"Alright, here's the plan." JJ propped his elbows on his knees and put his fingertips together. "You..." He turned to Pope. "You'll stay home, jus' tell your pops a lil' white lie, that you're sick and won't be able to help, then me and John B'll cover for you." JJ looked at John B.

Pope, Kiara, and me turned to John B. He sort of became the leader of the group because he was the most responsible out of the five of us, so we usually seek his approval if we ever suggest anything, specially when it comes to JJ.

John B sighed and took turns looking at the four of us before speaking.

"Fine."

Hi everyone! I'm back! It's been a month and I've been focusing on school but I took my time and finished the first episode of my Rafe Cameron mini series fanfic!

For everyone who has been waiting for it, here it is! Thank you so much for being patient!

That's all! ENJOY!

[aslutformen]

Birthday posts x Kylian Mbappé

summary: your birthday posts to Kylian over the years (friends to lovers)

face claim: none, the girls in the pictures with Kylian is Y/N

2017

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ynusername happy birthday to one of my best friends, Kylian. Have a great day mate! (ps, this was the only pic I could find where we both look fine)

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k.mbappe thank you mate

user1 they’re gonna be dating, I’m calling it

user2 she’s so beautiful

user3 ofc she’s blond

^ user4 bro they’re friends?

user5 the OBVIOUS friends zoning “mate” is crazyyy

user6 ugh Mbappe the love of my life

^ user7 real

2018

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ynusername happy birthday to my winner (!!!???) absolute crazy year for you. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done and achieved this year. You are mental, love you bro.

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k.mbappe thank you so much, love you mate

user1 the “bro” and “mate” are hanging on for dear life

user2 World Cup winner at 19 is crazy

user3 can you please just date

user4 the hug when you met again <3

^ user5 it looks like such a genuine hug

2019

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ynusername happy birthday to my very very best friend. I love you more and more everyday and I’m so proud of who you’re becoming <3

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k.mbappe love you bestie

user1 they’re 100% in love

user2 I know damn we’ll that they’re gonna be dating next year

user3 I love you guys

user4 “very very best friend” are you serious!?

user5 happy birthday Kylian!!

2020

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ynusername happy birthday to the love of my life and my best friend ;) love you most, thank you for making me smile everyday.

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k.mbappe thank you love <3 love you more

user1 THIS IS HOW Y’ALL ANNOUNCE IT?

user2 we’ve called it for years

user3 it was always gonna be them two in the end

user4 even when they’re together she STILL has to call him best friend

^user5 tell me you’ve never been in a relationship without telling me

user6 happy birthday to the luckiest man on earth

2021

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ynusername Happiest of birthdays to the person who puts a smile on my face everyday and literally grips my dress as if I’m going to run away when taking this picture. I love you wierdo <3 thank you for existing

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k.mbappe damn you needed to point out my hand… love you too stork <3

user1 the names they call each other are so funny

user2 their love is so real

user3 I want what they have.

^user4 real.

user5 imagine their kids bro

2022

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ynusername Happy birthday daddy <3 I already know you’re gonna be the best dad ever to our son. love you to the moon and back. this has been so fucking hard to hide guys, literally crazy.

k.mbappe love you mama

user1 we’ve known, but thank you for FINALLY announcing it!

user2 he’s so big

user3 the way they’ve been hiding it for so long, they were probably waiting for his birthday to announce it

user4 nooo he’s gonna be so freaking cute

user5 time to kill myself and hope to be reborn as their kid

user6 I’ve never been so jealous of someone who isn’t even born yet

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[so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site]

We Need to Talk about Death of the Endless

 Yep, I’m back at it again with my third “and yet another thing!” about Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman thus far.  In this case, it concerns one of the most fan-favorite characters in the series: the protagonist’s older sister, Death of the Endless.

[Essay as well as link to the google drive version under the cut]

            Since she’s such a favorite, I’ve noticed a tendency among fans—including myself—to automatically trust anything she says as “true” in canon.  Not only is she one of the Endless, the beings above even gods, she’s Endless that embodies death, perhaps the most fundamental function of all of them (yes, I’d argue even beyond Destiny).  On top of that, she’s also the nicest and most personable of the seven.  Part of the reason the audience likes her so much is because she’s so friendly compared to her siblings.  She seems like someone you’d want to hang out with, if that didn’t necessarily mean dying. 

She’s purposely made that niceness part of her function in-universe.  She admits that she used to be as fickle and cruel as her siblings, but later had the realization that it’s much better and easier to work with humanity when you’re a friendly face and a helping hand towards people having literally their worst (and last) day on Earth.  We want to trust her, and she wants us to trust her in turn.

            But she’s as fallible as anyone else.

            A major theme in The Sandman is the lack of perfection among supernatural figures.  There’s no perfect divinity here; the most powerful fundamental forces in the universe are embodied by a severely dysfunctional family with a tendency toward almost pathetic levels of immaturity.  And Death, as much as we all love her, is a part of that family.  Being the most put-together and friendly member of that family doesn’t make her actually perfect.

            Why is this important?  Well, I already touched on this in my first essay, but I believe a significant reason readers interpret the ending of the series as simultaneously a tragedy and a suicide (in a really awkward way, as I explained) is because Death herself suggests it is such.  I also recently saw a post (I have unfortunately lost the link) that suggested that Death’s reaction to Flower-Dream’s death in Overture and her reaction to Dream going off to Hell in Season of Mists were also evidence that she knew Morpheus’ death was inevitable and imminent and that he was suicidal.  Which, indeed, that could be the case.  But one line from “The Sound of Her Wings” keeps bugging me:

            “Look at you! Sitting here, moping.  It isn’t like you.”

            Supposedly, Death is the closest of the siblings to Dream.  And yet, she somehow decides that Morpheus being irrationally mopey is out of character?

            When I first read that issue, I assumed that maybe Dream wasn’t always this angsty, but of course the rest of the series bears out that, yes, Morpheus was always Like That.  Arguably, he used to be worse.

            Part of the reason the Endless aren’t close as family is because of the rule that they aren’t supposed to interfere with each other.  Apparently that even includes positive interference; at the very least, that’s the only explanation for why Death didn’t save Dream from Burgess’s fishbowl.  Well, the only explanation that doesn’t make her seem like a complete asshole.  It was obvious that Dream’s imprisonment was having negative impacts on humanity, and the deaths that occurred in the Burgess household meant that she had to have been there and known where her brother was.  So, either she must abide by the rules, or she’s a jerk, and I have to say I’d prefer the rules explanation.  But if non-interference extends to even positive events, then one can assume that, outside of scheduled family dinners that are likely related to the function of the universe, the family members don’t actually see each other much and subsequently don’t know each other that well.

            So maybe Death really doesn’t know her brother as well as she would like—or as much as we, the readers, would like to assume she does.  Maybe she really didn’t know he was struggling.  And even if her supernatural station as embodiment of death meant that she knew he was going to die, that doesn’t mean she automatically knows how, or why.  I’d previously explained how her encounter with Element Girl showed why she might have assumed that Morpheus planned suicide, but I think that story also shows that she doesn’t know whether death is inevitable or how someone will die either.  She spends most of that issue trying to dissuade Raine from suicide; she wouldn’t bother if everything was all just fated.

            (And shhhh yes, I know that the line from “The Sound of Her Wings” might just be a leftover from early writing where Gaiman didn’t know how the characters or story would be yet, but let’s ignore that and look at the text as complete and intentional for the purposes of this analysis…)

            So yes, Death is lovely and kind and one of the most—possibly the most—personable of the Endless… but that doesn’t make her perfect or omniscient.  We can’t necessarily take her word as “true” any more than anyone else’s.  To assume so would be to forget one of the core themes of the whole work.

@serenityspiral @duckland @roguelov @notallsandmen @ambercoloredfox @onehundredandeleventropicalfish

[weatheredcoffeecup]

@aeriscallanga

Hi! May I request a personality/written ship for Ateez, Enhypen, Seventeen, Stray Kids, and TXT with short explanation each? Thanks!

Hello hello friend!! Thank you for your patience ♡ I just want to say you seem like such a vibe? Your style is so cool just by reading it I'm OBSESSED

Anyways here's your ship!! I hope you like hehe

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In ateez I ship you with... Mingi!

Are you kidding me? I imedietly knew it'd be him. He would be so in awe of your style. You'd go shopping together and any outfit you put together he would just babble like an idiot over how incredible you look. "Look at him! Isn't he the coolest?" Like yes mingi we get it. He'd never stop talking about you. On days off he would plan a hole day at the park. Starting with a picnic then taking infamous amounts of photos of you two together.

In enyphen I ship you with... Heeseung!

Heeseung is 100% a homebody so taking him out to do stuff may be a fight but with some convincing he'd finally give in. Heeseung would remember something you pointed out one time at a store and go back to buy it and suprise you with it. He would admire how dependable you were but would make sure you know he's there for you too. He'd always make sure you're doing okay and if something happened, I'm sure a delivery food dinner date and video games would be in the agenda to cheer you up. He'd always buy you guys matching accessories and make sure everyone knew it too. Not in an annoying way but if someone asked he'd never let the opportunity to mention you get away.

In seventeen I ship you with... Wonwoo!

You'd be sleeping in one morning and wake up to this gentle giant bringing you fresh hot coffee (or whatever it is you prefer) along with a home-cooked breakfast. He'd wake you up with some forehead kisses then crawl back into bed just to fall asleep again. Anytime he catches you drawing he just sits silently admiring your talent. He'd always want to ask you to draw a portrait of you two but would be too scared to bother you with it, so one day you'd come home to a blushy shy Wonwoo and his best attempt at drawing you guys. It hangs above your bed now along with a few other pieces you've done.

In stray kids I ship you with... Bang Chan!

Chan would always listen to what you have to say. A new topic you've found interesting, your current concerns, any silly little joke, he's right there for it. This man wouldn't let anything pass by. If someone looks at you they'd probably be gone within seconds from him staring from behind you. Protective mode ON. You are his #1 priority. But he's also going to give you all the hoodies to snuggle up in when he's gone or write you a song. I imagine you two dancing around in the kitchen at 1 am baking cookies and creating loving memories. This man would spoil you to the ends of the earth. Just the perfect boyfriend honestly I could go on forever.

In TXT I ship you with... Yeonjun!

Yeonjun, my dear boy. Get ready to have fun non stop. He always has something planned to do with you. Karaokes, dancing outside when it's raining, shopping, going on nice dinner dates, taking painting classes together- etc etc. You would mention doing something and he'd get so excited. "Absolutely!!! Lets go!!! Right now!!" And that's how you found yourself looking at pandas on a Thursday afternoon. Whenever he's out and about and sees something that reminds you of him he would take a picture to send you. It's honestly adorable to thing this "scary rapper" would burst into the biggest smile at just the thought of you. Also you two being literally the baddest ass couple?? Heads would be TURNING on the streets. Your lowkey famous in your town from how well you two dress.

I hope you like it! Have a good day 🌸

[unknownfrom34]

On Dreaming Clouds of Nine

It continues from here and it will be in @muzzleroars honor as I am writing this. In short summery: Lucifer takes them to his home, they then fell asleep on literal clouds in place of cloud nine.

It is somewhat inspired by a lazy butt part of myself who decides one day will be the day to sleep all day long until becoming more active at night lol.

Enjoy the inevitable cuteness, everybody.

The first top on his back hang on tight; despite being literally on fire, Raphael and Uriel were still able to hang onto their elder brother, a co creator of them as Lucifer told them that he preferred as is. (Elder Brother words is somewhat new to him. He was put in charge of caring for them after all.) while he held Michael and Gabriel in his arms as they both had wrapped their arms around his neck and closed their eyes tightly (on the exception of Gabriel occasionally peaking to see the darkness around him with a few stars sprinkled here and there as its still in progress) as they flew across the Ninth Sphere.

They flew away from their place of birth and into the darkness all around them with the flames burning so bright of love. Word has already spread to the angels as they harken to Lucifer's voice filled with celebration of the birth of the four new Archangels. They all rejoiced with such joy.

And beyond that Ninth, they kept flying across the cosmos and seeing the other Spheres of their home. From the ninth to the first out of nine worlds visible only to the eyes of the divine, they were given a tour of each other, the beauty and the creativity of their Father. Lucifer had decided that Gabriel and Michael earlier that they will be warriors of faith and due to train on Mars, the Fifth Sphere of Warriors of Faith. As for the other two, one will act as a scholar will fall onto Uriel and the Healer will be Raphael's role.

A good decision, Lucifer sensed from the Lord, is a good decision.

Before long, duration of this tour; the four newly born cherubs asked him all sorts of questions on these various topics. How can the balls of Heaven (Spheres) can stay a float without strings? When will they be able to fly like him? Can they create something like the Father? How will they eat?

Questions after questions will pile on without end but with confidence, there will also be an amount of limitless patience he constantly processed.

He answers them, with each one, there will be an answer on the Lord's behalf and his own. As they walked town the path of the First Sphere: The Moon.

Once lifeless lunar planet, planted with seeds and turned into a lush green paradise with endless nights with the Earth taking the Moon's place. Earth long ago was a little bit lacking on life, light brown soil still there and above the crystal blue oceans as they looked up at the endless skies of the cosmos and the galaxy.

"We are meant to bring the light into the darkness?" Gabriel asked, looking at his elder brother. "How will we do that, Lucifer?"

"Only He knows the plan for us all, Gabriel." Lucifer answered as he looked down at the Eagle Archangel, his halo of blue glowed softly in the dark side of the moon. "Even though, I don't even know it."

"Why don't you know it, Lu?" Michael nicknamed him, "I want to know!" He bounced a little, impatient is one of the traits of a childish cherub. "When I am the new chief prince; I would ask Him myself! Like you, Lu."

Lucifer laughed lightly, nicknaming the current Prince of Heaven himself but he must admit that this Michael is confident yet still has yet to learn. "Maybe you should, Michael, but you are still a feisty lion cub that likes to bite. You will grow and mature."

"Hey!"

Gabriel chuckled to himself at Michael's chagrin, hand over his non-existent mouth. Lucifer then looked at the cherubs and somewhat knows that the tour is nearing to a close and these little ones have yet to be clothed.

The light of his flames fluttered gently as he turned towards the Earth once more. "I know that a view is amazing but we must be heading back to the Ninth Sphere now." he looked amongst his brothers, expectedly. "It is now time to put on robes."

"What are 'robes,' Lucifer?" Uriel looked up to the brightest angel as they turned from the planet and began to walk off towards the birch trees, fire trailing behind them due to Lucifer.

"An article of items that you will wear and change everyday." Lucifer gently placed a hand on the back of Raphael's head and giving him a gentle push to go ahead of them. "If you worn them too many a day, they will start to smell." Lucifer turned over to Uriel as they stopped before Lucifer kneeled down and picked up Michael and Gabriel up to bring them both on his shoulders as he looked up. "I will explain more about the helmets you will soon be receiving from the Father after this."

"Wait, helm-?" "Hold my hands, Raphael and Uriel."

The other Archangels held onto his hand as the flames glow brighter, Gabriel and Michael had noticed this and began to say. "Lucifer-?" but then in a flash, they were somewhere else with a frighten yelp with shut eyes but before long; they opened up their eyes and saw their surroundings as the other two were put down to the floor with their siblings.

"This is my home or rather our home now." Lucifer spoke as the four cherub Archangels turned their heads to look up at him. "The Lord had often made sure that we will have the utmost comfortable sleep as possible." Lucifer placed his hands together as he looked at them below before turning towards the entrance to another room, one that has a balcony.

"Our home?" Raphael looked around as he was lost in his own little world while Uriel hold onto his hand and drag him along gently, following along with the others. "I have robes for you all to wear, its not much but I know that these will have to do."

"Why don't you wear any?"

Lucifer remain silent for a moment.

"Michael, if I do, they would just burn instantly." Lucifer spoke up, looking at Michael. "I can try but it will always be the same result in the end. But for now, we need-" A distant boom was heard from a distance. Immediately, Lucifer turned over and hugged all four of them to his chest and wings furled toward and covered the startled Cherubs. From under his wings, they felt the floor under them rumbled violently with a bits of debris of stone had fallen from above as Lucifer shut his eyes tightly.

It lasted for three minutes but the rumbling finally stopped. Lucifer waited for a moment until he opened his eyes and lifted his head up to look around and then to the Archangels who were shaken up from the exprience.

"Is everyone alright?" He immediately asked them as his wings unfurled and came to rest on his back as they fold up. They were holding onto each other as they looked up at the brightest angel and nodded, heads jolting.

"What was that?" Raphael asked him.

"One of the unfinished stars had exploded." Lucifer explained as he sat upright. "The Father was worried that He will get injured if he tries to dispose them so there was no other choice but to wait them out."

"For how long?" Uriel questioned hurriedly.

Lucifer got back on his feet, better to survey the damage it had wrought around their home. "Precisely, in the next eight or nine years. So, we will have to get use to them for a while until then. They were unfinished and unstable but easy to predict when they will go off."

"Like bombs?" "Like bombs." Lucifer looked at Michael once again as he continued to walk towards the blanket and then parts it with his hand, before standing aside to let them past by in a single line before he himself enters the room.

Within minutes, each Archangel were given an article of robe clothing, Gabriel has a white robe with a blue bow on it, Raphael's a light brown with a belt and loops with a slight neutral shade of the brown color, Uriel's white as well but with an tinted orange cloak over his shoulders and lastly, Michael wore a white robe with a gray shirt over it, both have sleeves and cord tied around his waist with tassels.

Lucifer helps them get dress during this, with little trouble one of them will be having and it was solved within minutes. They were then led to the chamber where it was the most comfy for a dreaming angel to have in their sleep. Clouds in forms of a soft surface made from water that then evaporated into cotton, and cotton is soft and squishy to the touch. "Its so soft." Raphael chirped as he rubbed his cheek on the cloud, a yawn left him. "They are very soft. Very soft indeed." Uriel added as he had sat down on one of himself, he sinks down into it as he sat with his legs crossed and soon laid down onto it.

"But we weren't tired yet, besides, how do we know its night here?" Michael looked up at Lucifer who was looking at the angels making themselves well-adjustingly comfortable on their beds. "All of Heaven is in darkness at the moment, but I will wake you all up when I woke up as well." Lucifer patted his protege's shoulder a little.

Michael looked up to his elder brother and one wing on his head flapped a little down, tip pointing at the floor as his eyes colored in royal orange. "What if we don't wake up?" he worriedly asked as he was picked up and then he was placed onto his respective cloud bed. Lucifer's gaze was unchanged but from what Michael could understand as he absorbed the expression on his face plate.

Reassurance.

"Then follow the Light," He finally answered after a minute, "A light in the darkness, I will be here." he continued before petted his head, being careful of the flames of Michael's own Light burning within him.

Lucifer then stands up and then left the room, a trail of fire he left behind him as he gently pushes the tarp away and falling behind him. Michael looked down at the cloud he was sitting on before he turned his attention right away to his brothers.

Gabriel had already grabbed and then pulled the cloud over his form like a blanket and then the flames dimmed a little as he closed his eyes. Back heaved up and down with a little flames grow and then decreased. He had fallen into sleep and then looked over to the other two.

Raphael had already done the same and has already gone to sleep with Uriel following soon afterwards.

Alone. Only one awake in this room, alone with thoughts.

Michael looked around the room around them, exactly it's fifty-percent of the area covered in soft faux fur and soft chiffon, silk, and velvet with clouds sitting nicely on the marbled floor. A gentle breeze came by as he stood still.

A shiver up his spine but soon he threw himself onto the cloud with his grabbed a handful of the evaporated water-cotton and pulled it over him in order to protect himself from the cold air.

He shakes for a moment until the warmth returned. His head, shoulder and the rest of him had laid on the surface of such softness and easement he had ever felt for the first time. Huh. No wonder why they found these clouds soft. His brothers like them, now he likes it.

He wanted to sat back up but his body sinks deep into the bed and eye lids of every single eye are fluttering to a close. A yawn left him as he dug his hands under his head and soon pushed the cloud into a lump for his head to rest on.

Maybe a nap on a soft surface of a cloud wouldn't be so bad afterall.

[joseopher]

HELLO, LADIES, WORMS, HOMOSEXUALS

As we know I check the novacaine tags daily.

AND THE ATLAS SIX VACATION SERIES HAS BEEN UPDATED!

I LITERALLY SCREAMED

when the dust has set!!!!!!!!!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ THIS FIC:

Nico continues to wish he drowned instead of witnessing novacaine

LOVE CONFESSIONS

Sibling dynamics

Found family dynamics

Friendship dynamics

Sleepovers!!!

THE BEST ENDING EVER

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

"They had gone upstairs together earlier today, probably to fuck. When they finally were downstairs again, Tristan had talked to him like nothing happened. Like the relationship between them was completely normal. Eventually, the two of them disappeared again, probably to fuck. Again."

Nico is so done. He is so done. He will commit murder if he has to deal with novacaine again.

"He didn’t want to think about them having sex, although it felt like that was all they ever did."

I mean...he's not wrong.

Then Nico sees Callum smile and is like what the actual fuck. He just stares at Tristan like "explain yourself". And Tristan is just like "la la la".

Nico is suffering.

"Wanted them to be the type of friends that could share those things. "

Awww Nico wants to be friends with Tristan <3

“It’s just that we were just there not too long ago. Before we went to my room. I just thought that Tristan doesn’t even go to his room that often. Only to sleep. Or with me,” 

“And you wanted to rub that in our face again because….?” 

HAHA Callum being jealous and petty and Nico just wanting to murder him.

Nico @ Callum constantly: You are a bitch.

"'Well, I don’t know. Why on earth would anyone want him dead?' Nico nodded toward Callum.

Callum put his hand on his heart and cooed at him. 

'That’s exactly what I’ve been wondering for years now, Varona,' he said. Nico flipped him off. Tristan rubbed a hand over his face with a sigh."

I love these people so much. Callum is sooo petty and Nico is just pissed off and Tristan is like "I can't believe these are the people I want to hang out with".

"'So someone tried to blow me up. That’s nice.'

'Tried to blow you and Callum up,' Reina corrected. 

'That I can understand,' Nico said. This time Tristan flipped him off. 

Nico is #1 novacaine anti

"Nico had always suspected that was just a sex thing. Maybe Callum had just such a big dick that Tristan couldn’t resist. It simply couldn’t be because of his personality, because it was shit."

Correction Nico is just a Callum anti.

(Parisa listening to Nico's thoughts as he tries to understand novacaine is so funny.)

"'As long as we have pillow fights,' Callum added. Parisa snorted. 

'Prepare to die again old man,' she threatened."

The friendship dynamics in this fix>>>>>

“If you even try to kiss each other below the belt while we’re in the same room I will cut off both of your dicks,”

LOLOLOL YESS GO OFF NICO!!

"Libby sighed. Callum sat down next to Tristan. He let himself fall back, held up by his elbows, and pushed his feet on Tristan’s lap. Tristan just let him. It was disgusting. "

Nico has "novacaine supporters" in his DNI on twitter.com

“We’re in love, for starters.” 

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Maybe he quite liked the rest of them too. Some more than others, but there was fondness in him somewhere."

AW NICO IS MAKING FRIENDS <3 <3 <3

“Are you in love with him?”

“Yes,”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"so

i did dreamfuck you?"

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"'Got it after a few hours on the first day. Same handwriting as the invite. Suppose it was from Atlas. He’s been planning to kill me since then, I guess. Think he was hoping for you all to do it but no one did. Stayed here to spite him.'

'And to sleep with his favorite the whole time. To rub it in,' Parisa added. Callum smirked.

'Perhaps.'" 

Aww Atlas's plan was that them being stuck here 'on vacation' would make them try to kill Callum again. But they didn't and instead made friends <3 <3 <3

Also, Callum got laaaaaid.

Bet you didn't expect that Atlas!

OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS WAS AN AMAZING ENDING. PHENOMENAL! PERFECTION! I LOVED IT!

I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!

SO HAPPY!

I LOVE THIS AUTHOR'S WRITING SO MUCH!

GO READ THE ATLAS SIX VACATION SERIES OR I KILL YOU!

[thegeminisage]

ok tng update time. this one is four episodes because i let it get away from me. i at some point watched "manhunt," then we caught "the emissary" and "peak condition" together, and finally i sped my way through "shades of gray" earlier today

manhunt: not even majel barrett could save this one. not only did deanna not take a stand against her mother like she did in the last lwaxana troi ep, she went back to acting as though she never had at all. so much for my favorite deanna moment ever. i'm sorry women

riker carrying the suitcase WAS funny. i love how down he is to do literally anything. he is rapidly becoming one of my favorites he's finally coming into his own

husband hunting bc of menopause bad. holodeck WORSE. combine them and i am in agony

the jokes about how ugly those stasis aliens were were also kind of unfunny. the twist about them being assassins and lwaxana knowing all along because she's psychic WOULD have been funny if 1. they hadn't established her telepathy was off and 2. she hadn't been so annoying this episode

i hate when she scolds people for "having naughty thoughts" when it was established last episode that she's making that shit up or at the very least sharply exaggerating it to embarrass them and then it WORKS TO EMBARRASS THEM. shouldn't everyone in the room by now know that she's just inflating her own ego...

anyway it was unwatchably bad.

the emissary: this one was ALMOST good. they got really close. i really liked the half-klingon woman when she was hanging out with deanna...they had genuine chemistry and they should have kissed about it. unfortunately all her scenes with worf were INSUFFERABLE

like, this woman DESPISES klingons. she doesn't say one thing about them that isn't completely derogatory the entire episode. she hates her own klingon half, she hates other klingons, why on EARTH was she 1. put in charge of this mission 2. made to work with WORF even after he asked picard to pick someone else?

like, worf literally spent the entire episode trying to do his job, and she kept bringing up their past drama so she could provoke him into fucking her

and then when he tries to """do the right thing""" by marrying her (WHICH MAKES NO SENSE WHEN COMPARED WITH PREVIOUS LORE...BUT WHATEVER...) she's like haha no silly that's what those silly backward awful KLINGONS do, but EYE am a way more evolved human

and then we don't examine that at all ever.

like, she could have been a fascinating character when foiled with worf - both of them are klingons who operate in a world of humans and feel isolated and othered as a result, but she HATES her klingon half and worf wants to connect more closely with his own klingon heritage. they could have been good for each other but instead she was super annoying and then just left.

i DID like the scene at the end though where worf got dressed in full klingon captain regalia and bluffed his way into captaincy of a klingon warship. GOOD for him. that was fun and sexy of him and for once i didn't mind them using the woman as eye candy.

THAT SAID IF SHE HATES KLINGONS SO MUCH WHY IS SHE THE ONE ABOARD THAT SHIP. IT MAKES NO SENSE. anyway it missed the fucking mark. i loved the poker game though

peak condition: i loved this one. it was so funny and full of shenanigans and hijinks. this is actually the most i have ever liked wesley, who used his dumb annoying kid persona as a cover to CHEAT a metaphorical kobayashi maru. i genuinely unironically thought it was great. eveyrbody was rolling their eyes at him bc he had to go back for his experiment and then meanwhile he's loading antimatter onto the hathaway with a PERFECT fucking poker face behind their backs

i loved the little npc this episode, he was such a ham. he truly was doing the most he was so funny

best plot twist ever is when worf fakes the first enemy ship and then the second enemy ship is the real one. the comedic timing of that was HILARIOUS and riker finding a way to make it work even when that strategy guy said it was impossible bc he had too much charisma was great

my one sour note was pulaski setting data up to do that video game match. she realized her mistake and apologized but i still wanted to kill her. i would have hated it less had data volunteered on his own, because i DID like his little arc about learning sometimes he will make mistakes even if his solution to beating the guy in the end felt like a little bit of a copout. anyway, stellar episode despite that little hiccup, i wish tng was that fun all the time

shades of gray: actually much less horrific than i expected given its clip show nature. some of the clips were ones i liked and the ones i fucking hated i felt no shame in speeding up or even skipping through entirely (i can't believe they wanted us to watch tasha yar die again LMAOOO and that fake girl on the holodeck like come ON).

that said, the part before the clipshow was very VERY charming. riker living it up while everyone else is having kittens about his impending doom, his determination to keep both his dignity and sense of humor while facing death...unironically some of the best riker content hiding in that episode. i feel like i got to watch 12 minutes of cool riker stuff and then a few cool clips.

i guess that was pulaski's last appearance? rip girl, you tried and again women i am so sorry.

anyway, that's it for season 2. we literally fucking made it. tomorrow night we're starting season 3 and doing every episode together until we hit three duds in a row lol.

[kid-sid]

Designed and made a mini line of art toys a few months back, TRAGEDY BOO BOO.  Basically the idea was to make little keychain guys, each with their own tragic backstory, to weather the woes of the world with you. I’ve made a total of 18 of these freaks now, we’ll see if I ever take pictures of the rest. 

Back of box: MISERY LOVES COMPANY. Life is hard and it hurts to try- Tragedy Boo Boos won’t sugarcoat the tougher parts of how it feels to be alive. They offer no shield from the woes of life but quiet company in these dark days. Each lovably unloved darling of despair has their own uniquely tragic backstory to share and a sturdy o-ring attachment so you can clip them to any bag, hook, toe tag, leash, or funeral pyre you see fit. Equal parts nihilistic, gloomy, and strange, these portable portents of pity were built to love and made to cry. Much of the time we are left to go it alone, but if this is really the way it’s going to be, Tragedy Boo Boos would rather go it with you. 

Character tags:

This is BABYFACE- darling of the underworld, emissary of The Storm, and heir to the Great Dark Eternity to follow. But what does that mean? Babyface doesn’t know. All Babyface knows is the yawning embrace of the Pale Oozing Itch of the Beyond.  To remedy this endearing naivete, Babyface has traveled to the mortal world to gain a better understanding of what they will someday destroy. They have since come to love the fleeting, frustrating, poetic, and stupid nature of life on earth all the more for knowing it will soon be gone. But in this journey of discovery, Babyface is alone- as are we all. Babyface wonders if maybe you’d like to be alone together, for what little time we have left. 

SKULLTOPOPOPOLIS is a tortured soul- literally. Part cenobite, part grim reaper, and all pocket-sized hellraiser, Skulltopopopolis is responsible for the suffering of the ten thousand in/human souls they have reaped in the last 666 years. Armed with a legion of the unhappy damned and a penchant for pain, this little masochist enjoys eternal torment, acupuncture, and harvesting the skulls of the wicked and the virtuous alike. Skulltopopopolis isn’t here to harvest your skull just yet, but maybe you’d like to hang out or something until then?

Jeepers creepers, keep shut those peepers! THE OMEN is an ossuary-dwelling totem of occult power and prophecy. The Omen sees all. Their eyes see in Absolute Truth, reading the heaving beating fate of reality itself. But for The Omen to realize this reality is for this reality to realize, past present and future, and simultaneously lock all things at the heat death of the universe and its birth in perpetuity. Thus the Omen’s eyes of horrible clarity have been pinned shut for the (un) foreseeable future. Regarded by some as an insidious curse and by others a living arc of the covenant, The Omen regards nothing. Because whether they are martyr, ghost, baby, or goat, they can see clearly that they want to be yours. Can they look for a friend in you?

LITTLE DEADIE had a taste for the sweeter things in life- so much so that their excessive consumption of sweeteners, creamers and all breeds of syrups ironically put them into a seemingly permanent vegatative state. Little Deadie’s friends and family loved them dearly, and buried them in a lovely little coffin full of flowers. What they didn’t know is that Little Deadie was not comatose, but a very heavy sleeper. Unfortunately, all that sugar Little Deadie once loved so much had made their fingernails brittle, and their clawing did naught but scratch up the inside of the lovely little coffin. Buried, beloved, from toe tag tip to tombstone top, darling Little Deadie- taken from us all too soon, but given back to you. Will you be sweet to them?

BOOBA BAT was tragically crushed flat by a 16-wheeler one night while taking a quick nap in the middle of a four lane super highway. Unfortunately, they died instantly. Fortunately, the collision of the road killing squashed Booba’s guts in just the right way to pop their unborn baby out and onto the street. Happy birthday GRIM BABY! Now wherever Grim Baby goes, Booba is never far behind. Connected by the umbilical and by love, they cut quite the street meat set. Won’t you join their happy little family? *Booba actually has a little pocket that GB can tuck up inside of. 

[teenytinyjournalqueer]

I know I told you I’d stop hating him, but I can’t. I can’t stop hating the person that gets the life with you that I would do absolutely ANYTHING for. The worst part is he doesn’t even care or see the absolute honor being bestowed on him. He can literally do anything he wants and it will forever be okay. He can treat you like absolute shit (which he does literally ALL the time, and yet somehow it’s always okay), he can hang out with you as much and for as long as he likes, hell he even gets to live with and wake up next to you every morning and even that’s okay!

When we hang out (even if we are in your city) your family calls you 100x an hour to “check on you” or make you feel guilty for wanting to hang out with me and not being with them to be their servant, but you spent a literal WEEK with him halfway across the fucking country and NO ONE was allowed to call you for the entire week, NOT ONCE. You’ve told me since day one of us being together that you were too private of a person for anyone to ever know we are/were dating, but anyone/everyone can know about him and that you two are dating.

I will always put you first no matter what is going on in my life, but with him you aren’t even a priority. Don’t worry I’ll do my very best to never let on that I would take his place in an instant, that I’m not sure if I will EVER be able to stop hating him. You said “You can’t love him while I hate him!” And if I’m being honest, that is FINE with me. I don’t want you to love him, not really. Dating him is one thing, but loving him, that’s a whole other. He gets EVERYTHING!!!! Why the FUCK does he deserve the gift of your love too?! He literally does NOTHING to earn it! He was just lucky enough to be born with a fucking penis so he’s “family approved”. Meanwhile, I have to fight tooth and nail, trying to move heaven and earth to even get to spend 5 minutes with you in person.

You keep telling me I’m bad with money because all the insurance money from my apartment fire is gone now, but the truth is I spent almost every last penny I had for that amazing six days we spent together. I didn’t tell you, and I hope you never find out but I did. To me it was worth it, because as MUCH as you deny it, I’d bet my life on the fact that we’ll never get to spend time in person together ever again. You say we’ll always find a way but we both know that’s just a lot of talk to make us both feel better. Your parents will make sure we never see each other ever again!!! You almost killed yourself just trying to survive those six days, especially since I need so much help. You, your happiness, and your safety will ALWAYS be my top priority.

You are hanging out with him in about three hours for the entire day. He gets to see you two weeks in a row, and you two are even going to OUR Thai place. I know you and I can never go back because of the lack of accessibility, but it still FUCKING hurts. He’ll get the cute candle lit dinner with you, and because it’s him it will of course be better than when we went.

Sometimes, I want time with you that’s just OURS. I want places that only WE go to. But no matter what he always manages to cast his terrible fucking shadow over everything and anything we do. There wasn’t a single moment when you weren’t asleep that he didn’t manage to worm his way into every other sentence of our conversations. I’m not sure how but his name kept coming up. I made sure never to mention it even once, and yet every sentence or at most every other somehow led back to him and how brilliant and amazing he is. I don’t even know how that happens. I’m not sure exactly how to put into words exactly how much that hurts, to be trying to spend what little time we are allowed together in person just living in the moment with you, and soak up all the amazingness that is you, only to have our little love bubble burst by his ever looming presence every two minutes. I somehow doubt my name EVER comes up in any conversation you have with him nearly that often, if at all. It KILLS me that he claims to “love you” but continues to treat you like you aren’t even important in his life! Never mind that you should be the MOST important thing in his life!!!

You love to tell me every time I make a mistake that “you’d never put up with any mistakes from a man!” And yet you’ve proven over and over that is a bold face lie. I mean maybe it’s not, maybe he’s not just any man, maybe there’s something that makes him special. I don’t know anymore. There must be something extraordinary about him, because I would bet my life that if push came to shove, I’d be the one who would have to leave.

Especially when you refused to tell me what/who you’d leave behind “if it stopped working” when you were talking to “her”. I know you always say that it’s my mental health that makes me think that he is more important than I am, and maybe I’d believe that if there had been one or two or maybe even a handful of instances that proved he WAS more important than me. But that’s not the case, it feels like there’s some new thing every day or every other that continues to prove that there is a hierarchy of people in your life and I am at the very bottom. Please, don’t get me wrong, I understand not being at the top, that much I get, but to be below HIM?! Someone who if he does have a hierarchy of people in his life, wouldn’t even have you on the LIST?!

You keep telling me that I listen to my emotions more than you and that my emotions lie to me. Maybe that was true in the beginning, but I’m having a harder time believing that as time goes on. Just like I’m having a harder time believing we stand any chance of actually being together. As much as I would move heaven and earth, walk across continents, and swim oceans to try to make that happen, it’s become obvious it’s out of my control. The worst part is, I’d do anything for you, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t even raise a finger to help you.

He likes you solely for your looks, it’s so superficial for him. I’ve told you this before. Your looks drew me in but who you are is the reason I stayed and will always stay. I never thought it would hurt dreaming about our future together, but it does now because I know no matter what I do, I’ll be lucky if I ever even get to see you in person again, never mind get the absolute HONOR of spending the rest of my time on this dumpster fire of a planet with you! Our future together is out of reach now, and there’s nothing either of us can do about it. The first domino has fallen and now it’s just a matter of time before I’m pushed out of your life completely and I have to watch your life with him pass me by via your social media posts. I will ALWAYS love you, no matter what. It just kills me that we’ll never get to be together, that the future we wanted, planned and dreamed about has gone up in a puff of smoke.