#we'd go insane but it felt so fun

[machinel1ke]

Ok but We Were Rock And Roll by Janelle Monáe really is the most Snowbaird song ever

[the-acid-pear]

Right. I forgot to play dsaf. I'll be doing that tonight.

[bunnys-kisses]

Hii, I love your works so much, so after a while of reading I decided to make a request.<3

Can I please get a mushroom pie (so preferably EtL), pull-apart bread and a souffle, along with a side of sparkling water and dark hot chocolate? For Max Verstappen please!

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want to request an order? then check out the menu! there are all kinds of items to choose from. thank you to everyone who has submitted orders over the past almost two months i've been writing these! they're a lot of fun and what ya'll come up with is amazing! so thank you! for this order in particular, i am liking what i'm seeing. i had to google that 'etl' was because i didn't know. and it's enemies-to-lovers! so perfect! i hope you enjoy!

mushroom pie ("if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up.") + pull-apart bread ("i love you") + souffle (i'll be gentle.") + sparkling water (gentle sex) + dark hot chocolate (sub!reader) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, enemies-to-lovers, redbull mechanic!reader, gentle sex, sub!reader, dom/sub, praise kink, max's pace is gentle but his words are mean, car sex, misuse of an f1 car

max thought you ruined the car. and you thought max ruined the car. either way max ended the dutch grand prix in fifth. a sputtering mess of a car hauled back to the garage for you to tinker at. with horner in one ear, max in the other and the head mechanic in the back of your head. you often thought about jumping ship to anywhere else.

if you had to become a bike mechanic in some small town in southern france then so be it. because at least you wouldn't want to wrap your hands around max verstappen's thick throat.

the two of you had a tense relationship. ever since you got into the garage, he stopped winning. while it wasn't your fault, max had pinned it on you. which meant you often got a face full of his biting words.

"do you enjoy fucking me over?" he asked. it was late into the evening and the teams were gone for the night. but not you, never you. you worked yourself to the bone. so when max got into the garage and saw you bent over the car. he could only walk forward.

"if i did, i wouldn't be working for your team, huh?" you replied as you continued to tinker. your ass was sloped up as you were bent over the car, "how about you stop driving like an insane person and we'd actually win."

you could feel him behind you. your ass was enticing and soon max had himself up against you. you swallowed.

"i swear to god max-" you barked.

"if you don't shut up. i'm going to shut you up. you're supposed to make me a winner." he said, "i know you hate me, but.. one snap of my fingers." he leaned over you, pinning you further against his beloved formula one car.

"you'll have me killed."

max made a face with his chin against the back of your shoulder, "no. but, i'll send you back to the little town you grew up in and make sure you never step foot on a track ever again." it was domineering. max did hold a great deal of power. and while he was all smiles for the camera, you knew something deeper. something darker.

"then why keep me now?"

max took the leap and kissed the side of your neck, "i like things with promise. like an investment. i see a lot of potential in you. when you're not fucking me over. when you make me win." his breath was hot against your skin.

you squirmed a little bit, "max."

"shh, shh, shh. stay there. under me. let me fuck you." there was a tinge of tenderness buried underneath it all, "let me fuck you against me car and you can learn exactly how it works."

he knew that you liked him. or held some feelings for him other than malice. you blabbed about it to another mechanic over drinks. your voice loud enough the the likes of lewis hamilton and george russell heard you. which got its way back to max.

"i've never done this before."

he sighed, "of course you haven't." he felt the anger leave his chest. but what remained was a residue of how he felt about you. deep down he was still the immature teen who loved racing. so of course when he liked a girl, he was going to pull on her proverbial pigtails. he looked down at you, those blue eyes held a lot of power, " well then. i guess i'll be gentle." he said like a promise.

you nodded and started to get your coveralls off when max gave you the space. he was certain you weren't going to run off. you said, "everyone should be gone for the night. but just make sure the door is locked." it was the entrance for staff while the entrance for the car was already locked for the night. tomorrow everything would be hauled to the next location. team would pack up and it was onto the next race. max did as you asked, he wasn't a monster. at least not all the time.

as you stripped naked for him, words died on his tongue. oh. while he said you were an investment of a mechanic. seeing you out of those bulky clothes made something stir in his brain. the words that pushed forward but never came out were, "i love you". maybe a bit of a jump from words said earlier, but he admired you. when he pushed, you pushed back. when he bore teeth, you did the same.

and to have you soon naked over the hood of his stupid yet beloved race car excited him. he undid the fly of his pants and took his leather belt off. he admired your figure up against the car. there was a straight to you, but also a softness.

it was going to take a lot in him to be gentle with you.

"are you sure you're a virgin, mechanic?" he asked as he got his cock out. the sight of your slick cunt so close made him feel hot all over. he rubbed his cock up against you, "are you taking anything? or does your boss keep condoms in a drawer for special occasions."

you swallowed, pressed up against your mechanical pride and joy. about to be fucked by a man who bickering with you at every turn. you replied, "i am. i just didn't have the time to... fuck. and yes, i'm on the pill. can't trust half of your kind sometimes."

he rubbed his cock up against you, "my kind? those are harsh words there, little mechanic." he heard you groan a little at the feeling of his cock just prodding up against your pussy,

you held onto the car as much as you could, and bit your lip as he slowly pushed himself into you. you felt the air leave your lungs as you arched your back from the feeling of it all.

laid out naked on the hood of one of the most expensive pieces of machinery on the planet being fucked by the driver of said piece of machinery. you moaned a little bit as he took your virginity.

his hands on your hips as he fully sank into your sweet sex. he shuddered, he had slept with many people before, but you were different. there was something about you that scratched the right part of his brain. it was a stimulation that made him yearn for more.

you were in trouble there little one because now that max got a taste of your cunt, he was going to try and get it every chance he had. he curved over you and continued to move against you.

"kiss the hood." he said, "i want to see you kiss it. worship it like you would be." his tongue felt heavy and his words were loose as he continued to fuck you against the car. "maybe if you show it come love, you'll be less likely to abuse it."

you whimpered when he dragged against a particular spot. you tried to find your voice as you said, "maybe you should kiss it, since you use and abuse all my hard work."

"ah, ah, ah." he said as he laid a single slap across your ass cheek, "that's not how you talk to me, mechanic. you show some respect to your driver." a weird dom/sub dynamic with a glazing of car talk. it made you feel like you were burning. he leaned in closer to your ear once more, shoving every centimeter into your poor cunt, "next time

while his pace was gentle, his words were biting. he saw how you reacted to it. being treated as a little less than because you were only a faceless mechanic in the crowd while max was on every formula one poster in the world.

he kept an eye on you, for any noises of discomfort. he didn't want to brutalize you. but, your moans were so sweet that they lit up his brain like the fourth of july. and when you eventually gave two kissed to the hood of the car, he felt a tingle run up his spine.

you were just full of surprises weren't you.

you got into the rhythm of moving against him. your noises got a little louder as the two of you fucked on top of the hood of the car. you could feel its parts against your heated skin. the vehicle that you worked so hard on pressed against your bare tits as max verstappen fucked you heavily.

but it didn't last long, you didn't have much time. eventually you'd be locked in the track and have to awkwardly wait out till morning. you were the fist to finish, tensing up before you felt one last moan roll off your tongue. a sign of a good first time. max was close behind you, holding on a little tighter to you as he dragged his cock in and out of you. he kept an open ear for your soft moans and you gripped onto the car tighter.

you looked good.

he finished inside of you and prayed that the little pill you took every morning worked and there would be issues down the line. he could feel the heat in his cheeks and the sweat causing his t-shirt to cling to his back. he panted heavily over you, wanting to have more of you. but a few noises outside the garage made him pull back like you were on fire.

"we gotta-"

"go." you finished his sentence before you started to find your clothes. you thought this was a one night stand situation before max shoved his phone in your face and asked if you two could go out sometime.

your face went hotter as you tried to focus at the task at hand. you hastily put in your number and got your coveralls back on. when your were clothed once more, max leaned in and kissed you on the cheek.

he was almost tender as he said, "go back to your hotel, enough with the car. we'll fix whatever we need tomorrow." then got himself back into his jeans.

you scampered off back to your hotel, fleeing the scene before one of the janitors or whoever found the two of you. you hoped the smell of sex mixed with motor oil would be cleared out by tomorrow.

it wasn't until you got back to your hotel room to change for the night that you weren't wearing any underwear. the rush of getting dressed left the pretty cotton panties in the garage. you could picture the soft red material draped over someone's tools.

your eyes went wide. oh fuck. <3

[hedgehog-moss]

I meant to go admire a frozen waterfall yesterday, but I'm scared of driving on slippery roads so I ended up abandoning my car and my dreams and just wandering about by foot, following random roads.

(These first two photos are a little bit blurry because I took them while walking, but it does give them a certain je ne sais quoi... They look like childhood memories)

The soles of my boots had zero grip and were therefore great for sliding, so I ended up taking two sticks and using them like cross-country skiing poles to propel myself forward on the iciest portions of the road. It was fun! Pandolf thought I was insane. He was being extremely prudent on the icy patches, testing each step:

At the beginning of our walk he was prancing as usual but then at one point his front paws slipped forward without warning, turning him into a very long slinky dog. It was pretty funny. I laughed. I admit. He wasn't hurt but definitely a bit vexed.

We did leave the icy road on numerous occasions, to slip under fences and cross promising pastures (promising = lots of footprints; potential friends.) We met several creatures! Like this adorable shetland pony—I tried to take a photo from afar, with Pandolf nearby for scale, to show how scandalously tiny he was, but that turned out to be impossible because he was too friendly. Every time I took a step back he took two steps forward. Clearly he thought he was even better-looking from up close.

We also ran into the darling goat I mentioned yesterday, and I was told by several people on here that she looked more like a ewe.

Sorry for the mistake! But also I tried to look further into this and became more and more confused, as every source that mentioned a foolproof way to tell goats from sheep was disproven by another source—I found one that said sheep had a split upper lip while goats didn't (and my mystery friend didn't), but then another website contradicted it. I ended up with 32 tabs open with photos of goats and sheep of all kinds, some of which looked downright bizarre (what's with the Jar Jar Binks ears), and I began losing my grasp on the concept of animal species altogether. I understood how Darwin must have felt when he tried to figure out the differences between species of barnacles and asked people to send him various specimens and ended up with giant teetering piles of wet smelly boxes full of barnacles in his study that threatened to collapse and bury him alive. Then I closed my 32 tabs.

Honestly ever since learning that some sheep have horns and some goats don't, I've been lost. Not to mention, our mystery girl had a sheep-like tail but a goat-like beard. Are there sheep out there with beards and if yes, how do we make sense of the world? We should be able to point at a mammal with a goatee and say "goat" without doubting ourselves. That's my manifesto.

Whatever she was, the goat-ewe was very sweet, and she baa-ed a lot—at first I thought she was making conversation and I politely baa-ed back, before realising she was calling her horse bodyguards, just in case. Two horses soon showed up from behind a tree, very "What seems to be the problem ma'am?"

I offered nose scritches to the friendliest of the two and she went to report to the goat like "We've neutralised the threat."

Let me insert another (blurry) photo of a travelling Pandolf to symbolise the passing of time before moving on to our last encounter:

... I also had trouble taking photos of this one at first, because she kept coming closer to inspect my scarf—I thought she wanted to explore my pockets for potential treats like Pirlouit often does but no, she was very interested in the smell (texture?) of my scarf specifically.

The sky had cleared as we went down from 1300 to 1100m, as if we'd slipped under the clouds, so I tried to take a photo of this nice late-afternoon sky, and the horse finally stopped focusing on my scarf and instead started insistently positioning herself between me and my beautiful landscape.

Look at this lovely golden light in the snow over there which I was almost able to capture!

Meanwhile her pasture mate was eating a whole broom plant, slowly and thoughtfully, which makes me jealous because my llamas are supposed to eat brooms and they mostly don't, they think they're too good for brooms. They eat the very young ones but not adult brooms, so I have to do the work of three llamas and cut them myself. I wish I could send the Pampses as interns in this pasture, to learn the art of brush-clearing from this wise old horse.

I tried to take one last landscape photo and gave up when the aspiring model came to pose again.

Where was Pandolf, you might ask? Pandolf doesn't trust horses, especially large farm horses, and was quietly and insistently trying to convince me to leave. When Model Horse tried to greet him (it looks like she's chasing him but no, she was just stretching her neck to sniff him) he beat a hasty retreat toward the icy road, his former enemy. Some guard dog.

It may sound like Pandolf didn't have a very fun time on this walk, slipping on ice and running from horses, but don't worry, he found plenty of suitable empty pastures to practise his favourite hobby! Though I think at this point he has moved beyond a hobbyist and is ready to play in professional leagues. He does this thing now where he jumps up a bit to gain momentum; I don't remember him doing this last winter. He's an entirely self-taught dog (in the art of snow diving) and I'm proud of him.

[bumblesimagines]

what's up with not calling me back? this is great. we can have fun without the baggage. is that how you see me?

Jordan Li

what's up with not calling me back?

this is great. we can have fun without the baggage.

is that how you see me?

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs, GN!Reader

Knocking on the door to Jordan's dorm, you waited a couple minutes before knocking again. You could hear shuffling inside, indicating the supe was still in their dorm room, but it seemed they made no move to answer the door. "Jordan," You groaned. "It's me." The shuffling stopped and footsteps approached the door, that familiar face greeting you when they finally swung the door open. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" They asked, closing the door behind you and turning the lock. 

"You knew I was coming." You glanced at them over your shoulder, setting your backpack down on the couch and taking a short sigh before plopping down on their bed. It somehow felt comfier than yours. Maybe better beds were one of the perks of being in the Top Five. You stretched out lazily on the bed and turned your head toward them, beckoning them closer with a wiggle from your fingers. An amused smile broke out on their face and they rolled their eyes, walking over to you and straddling your lap.

"What's up with not calling me back?" They asked softly, leaning over you with a tilted head. Their necklace dangled over your face and you batted at it, watching it swing back and forth. Their fingers wrapped around it, drawing your attention back to their face. "I called you-"

"At four in the damn morning, Jordan. I wasn't going to call back and deal with someone who chose to go out partying and get coked up for funsies on a school day at four in the morning. I told you, Li. I don't answer anything after eleven unless I think it's an emergency, and per Cate's stories, it wasn't an emergency." 

"I-" Jordan sighed heavily and flopped over beside you, their head tilted toward you but eyes angled away. They pressed their lips together and sighed again, this time more quietly, before they shifted into their masc form. "Sometimes I feel like you don't want to do this anymore when you ignore me."

"Of course, I want to do this. This is great. We can have fun without the baggage and not worry about anything else. You've said it yourself, it's good for stress. Pretty sure that was one of your points when you said you wanted to-"

"Is that how you see me? As baggage?" Jordan asked quietly, fiddling with one of the rings on their hands. They finally looked at you properly, a frown tugging at their lips. It was odd seeing Jordan look so... vulnerable. You'd always known them as confident, defensive Jordan who cared about nothing else but being the best. 

"Jordan," You sighed, propping yourself up onto your elbow and gently cradling their face. They leaned into your touch instinctively, arms reaching out to curl around you and pull you closer against them. You smiled, planting a kiss on their lips. "You're not baggage, I swear. I just... between your parents and mine... I think we'd go insane trying to defend our choices. Besides, I don't want to ruin our friendship, you know?"

"Yeah.." Jordan sighed. "I know."

[rick-ipedia]

So I was in a wheelchair at WWWY. And I could talk about the shitty parts because they deffo happened. Condescending shoulder pats, people talking over my head to my husband instead of to me, etc.

However, overall it was a really great experience.

First of all I had so much more fun than I otherwise would have, because I didn't have to push myself to keep going, keep standing, keep sweating my ass off and feeling my body tear itself apart. I could rock out as much as I felt able to and when I needed a break, I had my chair ready right there. Didn't even have to give up my spot in the crowd.

And y'all. I love our community so much. I met so many nice and accommodating people who helped make sure I was comfy and safe and got where I needed to go. To all my single-serving friends from this weekend, you're legends.

Some of my favorite humans:

The girl who told off the rude security guard in the most syrupy sweet voice ever with a giant smile on her face. All weekend my husband and I have been saying "you could ask a little nicer! 😁"

Every single person who said "just ram into people's ankles if they don't move!" Fr, the instant death drinking game is to go to a crowded place in a wheelchair and take a shot every time someone says that. RIP in peace.

The guy who asked if we'd let him use our ADA wristbands if he bought us merch 😭 (we said no) and the people behind us in line who were appalled by his audacity

The 3 girls around me who made a barrier with their arms as people tried to push past me (tbf it was dark, I think they just didn't see me, but it got much better once I had my human shields)

Also one of those 3 girls knew every word during FOB and MCR, including the backing vocals, and I went "yessss, background vocals!" And then we sang them together for the rest of the night

The guy who caught a crowd surfer just before she almost LANDED ON MY HEAD ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

The guy who noticed how nervous I was getting about the moshing during ADTR's set. Just before the "DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS" drop, he made eye contact with me and went 👉👀🫵👍 and then went absolutely insane, but never once bumped me. That's some highly controlled moshing, sir.

Above all, the 3 guys (2 fest-goers and 1 security guard) who used their intimidating-punk-guy-energy to get us wayyyyyyyy closer to the front than I could have hoped for. They tag-teamed walking in front of me with flashlights and yelling "chair coming through! Make a hole! Get her to the front!" Y'all are my heroes.

TY all for making my festival experience one to remember 🖤

[your-divine-ribs]

Kinktober 💕 Connection

"I'm missing you so much right now, just hearing your voice is driving me insane."

Words: 3.8k // Van McCann // phone sex

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You'd underestimated exactly how hard it was being a rockstar's girlfriend. It felt like you always had to share, if it wasn't the other band members it was the record label or manager dragging him away from you, touring the world for weeks at a time.

You told yourself it was to be expected but it was still hard. Even though you appreciated his adoring fans you couldn't deny it hurt a little on those lonely nights when you opened up Instagram to see a pretty girl beaming away with her hand wrapped around his waist in some far flung city. It's happening again now, that sharp sting as jealously's teeth bite down hard, your grip loosening on your phone as you flop down on to your bed, trying to think of anything but the detailed account from the excited fan who'd proclaimed loud and proud on social media that she'd just met the man of her dreams... your boyfriend.

As if on cue your phone bursts to life and you quickly snatch it up, seeing a cute photo of you and Van snuggled up close lighting up the screen. It makes your heart ache that he isn't here with you now, too busy enjoying himself with his fans.

Your immediate reaction is to ignore the call, feeling disgruntled, but then you reason with yourself that you're foolish blaming Van for your jealousy. He's always been friendly and appreciative of fans and takes the time to meet them... and he's never actually done anything to sully your trust in him.

"Hello?" You answer, trying to inject some enthusiasm into your voice. "I can't believe you actually rang tonight, I didn't think you would. Looks like you're having way too much fun by the photos plastered all over Instagram."

Shit... that came out a lot more sarcastic sounding than you'd intended.

You can picture the frown on his face as his tentative voice comes down the line. "Love... are ya alright? What's up? I always call when I say I will don't I? Ya sound well pissed off."

You sigh, turning your head to the side to see a framed photo of the two of you cuddled up together on the beach last month. Lying next to it there's the page Van ripped out his song-writing notebook with heartfelt lyrics he'd penned especially for you. You smile when you sight the little love-heart doodles he'd scrawled across the page. There are little reminders of him everywhere that you look, your lives are so entwined. He loves you and you love him. It seems ridiculous to start a silly fight just because you're missing him. But still you want him to know how you're feeling. You'd both promised not to hide anything from each other.

"I'm not pissed off, I'm just missing you, that's all. I'm sitting here on my own in bed like a sad case and you're having the time of your life out there and..." you pause, searching for the right words.

"And?" He prompts. "I know there's more to it love. Tell me... we promised we'd tell each other everything when we were apart didn't we? And I'm missing you too... so fuckin' much. I swear everything I see reminds me of you. Today we went to this little coffee shop and I saw..."

"I'm worried you're gonna meet someone else!" You suddenly blurt, slapping your free hand over your mouth, just as surprised by your sudden admission as Van seems to be.

"What?" He exclaims, voice high-pitched and tight. "As if I'm gonna go and do that! You have nothing to worry about Y/N, I love you so much and I'd never dream of doing anything like that. You're all I need."

Your heart swells at his words but your anxiety remains. Images of all those pretty girls online flick through your head. Van's got a voracious sexual appetite and he's away for four weeks this time. Four long weeks. What happens if someone turns his head and he gets tempted by a quick fling?

You feel shitty for suggesting that Van's loyalty might waver but you can't hold your thoughts back. "A month's a really long time not to see each other. We're at it every night when you're home. What happens when you get horny? I bet some of those girls throw themselves at you as well..."

"What the fuck Y/N?"

He sounds hurt and you wince, silently cursing your big mouth. The last thing you want to do is hurt him.

"What... you don't think I can abstain for four measly weeks? Don't you trust me at all?"

"It's not that I don't trust you," you say hurriedly, cringing that you've just implied exactly that. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that, I'm just tired and I'm not thinking straight. My mind makes up all this ridiculous shit and it's only 'cause I'm finding it really hard not seeing you. Wish you were here with me right now."

All you want is him in that moment, his skin on your skin, his lips pressed flush to your own, his sweet whispered words in your ear as you both fill the void of being apart from each other for so long. You need his warmth, his touch, his kiss... all of him.

"S'okay love," he says softly, and you're expecting him to continue but the line goes quiet, just a muted scuffling sound reaching your ears. You start to panic that maybe he's going to hang up but he speaks again. "Just got back to the hotel room... thought maybe we needed a bit of alone time together."

"Alone time?" You scoff lightly, switching the phone to your other hand so you can re-arrange the pillows on your bed, scooting downwards so you're lying fully on your back. "There's a little problem with that... say 3,000 miles."

He chuckles quietly and there's more scuffling.

"What're you doing?" You ask, to which he replies, "Just getting comfy... you said you were in bed didn't ya?"

"Uh-huh... we'll I'm not actually in bed... more like on top of it... and don't ask me to FaceTime you... it's like midnight here and you're always so loud..."

"Send me a pic?" He says hopefully, voice full of mischief. You find yourself smiling, rolling your eyes even though he can't see your reaction. This is typical Van, chasing away any negativity without even realising he's doing anything. His daft, easy-going and playfully naughty personality is infectious.

"No way," you giggle shyly. "You should see the state of me right now. I look terrible!"

"Bet ya don't," he replies quickly. "Ya never do love, ya always look beautiful without even trying."

"Charmer," you smirk down the line, smoothing down the baggy t-shirt of his that you're wearing. You love wearing his clothes when he's away, it makes you feel closer to him somehow. You kick out your bare legs in front of you, smiling to yourself. "But I do look a mess tonight... really. Just got one of your old t-shirts on. One of the ones with holes in that you refuse to chuck out!"

He laughs softly. "Oh yeah? And what else? You got anything on underneath?"

You know straight away where this is headed and you feel your cheeks warm. You're normally far too self-conscious to indulge in dirty talk over the phone but something feels different right now. You're not quite sure what it is, maybe you're just missing him that little bit extra tonight. You grasp the hem of the shirt and raise it up so it just skims the tops of your thighs, then you drop your voice to a whisper even though you're alone in your room. "No... I'm naked underneath... just got out the shower before you called."

"Oh yeah?" He breathes, a soft rasp to his voice that sets off a flutter of excitement in your gut. "Wish I could see you now... wish I was there with you."

"Mmm... me too... I miss you so much."

You close your eyes, trying to picture him in your mind's eye. It's hard to imagine him in an unknown hotel room so you imagine that he's here instead, lying next to you in bed, hair splayed out on the pillow whilst he gazes at you with lust-blown eyes full of adoration.

"Miss you too love," he murmurs, low and sweet. "Miss your pretty face... your lips... your hands... miss the way you make me feel. No one else makes me feel the way you do... never have done. Wish you were touching me right now. Just the thought of it's turning me on."

"Van..." you breathe, letting your legs fall open. There's heat simmering between your thighs but you're hesitant to touch yourself, the fingers from your free hand fisting at the bed-sheets instead.

"Yeah babe?" He replies, and you hear a sound down the line, fabric rustling like he's shifting on the bed. Maybe he's just getting comfortable... or maybe it's something else. Your breath hitches in your throat and your mouth feels suddenly dry.

"Wh... what... are you doing? Right now?" Your voice is hesitant, still slightly nervous even though the dull throb between your legs is urging you on.

He hums softly, a small chuckle before he speaks. "Hold on... just gonna put you on speaker... need my hands free for this."

You press the phone even closer to your ear, straining to hear a sound, your breath captured in your throat in anticipation. There's a muted noise, a whisper of his zipper being pulled down, another rustle of fabric, louder this time. His voice sounds a little throaty when he speaks again. "Well... you did ask me earlier what happens when I get horny when I'm away... so I thought I'd let you know."

"Oh my god... are you... are you... touching yourself?"

You whisper the last few words even though no one can hear you in your bedroom, embarrassed muted giggles bursting from you, your whole body feeling hot at the thought of Van lying there with his cock in his hand thinking about you.

"Yeah, yeah I am. Just imagining you're here with me now. Thinking what I wanna do to ya. Fuck... feels nice but I really wish it was you touching me instead. You always make me feel so good."

"We're really doing this huh?" You whisper down the line, your cheeks glowing hotly, little butterflies of excitement now in full flight in your belly.

"Can we love? I know you normally get real shy about it but I'm missing you so much right now, just hearing your voice is driving me insane."

"Mmm... okay," you whisper back quietly, boldness creeping in. "But you're going to have to... guide me. You know how I feel about doing this kinda thing."

"I know love, I know. God you sound so cute when you get all shy and flustered, it really turns me on. Just makes me wanna ruin you."

"Va-an," you whine softly, embarrassment and arousal flooding you all at once as you squirm where you lay. You let your hands trail down your bare thighs, your thoughts full of him. You know exactly what he's going to ask you to do and you're anticipating his dirty words, grasping the hem of the t-shirt and raising it up even higher, exposing your hot skin to the cool air.

"I wish I could taste you right now, bury my face in that pretty little pussy of yours. You always taste so sweet baby. Touch yourself for me... please."

You bite your lip, heat flooding your lower body at his filthy admission. He knows exactly what to say and how to say it, the low raspy tone of his voice making heat pool at the apex of your thighs. You can see the seductive smirk on his lips now in your mind.

"Can't believe we're doing this," you utter, your thighs falling even more slack as you run your fingertips gently up your inner thighs. Your phone's crammed into the crook of your neck to free up your hands and you press your ear against it harder, trying to make out his sounds.

"Talk to me love, tell me what you're doing," he urges. "Wanna know details. How does it feel?"

His voice is strained, shaky exhales reaching you through the speaker. You close your eyes, imagining you can feel the heat of his breath on your neck. It would be so much easier to let go if he was here with you now.

"Mmm... feels nice, kinda tingly," you whisper, an embarrassed giggle slipping out. You ghost a finger tentatively over your clit, your whole body shuddering.

"Good girl," he breathes, his voice dropped down an octave, smooth and sultry in a way that makes you burn. "Wish I was touching you instead. Your skin's so warm and soft. Love the way you feel... love those little noises you make."

"Feels so much better when you do it," you sigh, sweeping slow circles over your clit, your hips tilting forwards as you widen your legs. It feels good but you're not sure if you can reach your peak like this. You've always struggled on your own whereas Van doesn't seem to have the same problem. Judging by the broken gasps and shallow breaths filtering into your ears he's already well on his way.

"I'll be there soon enough to do it for ya," he promises. "Bet you look so good right now... just imagining you lying there dripping all over the sheets... legs spread wide just for me. God I wish I was between 'em right now so so bad."

"Me too," you whine, sliding the heel of your hand over your clit so you can reach further down, your index finger tentatively dipping inside. You knew you'd be wet, Van's filthy words always made you gush, but you're shocked how easily your finger slips inside, your tight walls clenching around the digit.

"I'm wet... god I'm so wet," you announce, voice all breathy and broken, your chest heaving as you hear Van let out a gravelly groan full of need. Spikes of heat radiate through your core as you start to finger fuck yourself slowly, spurred on by his choked moans and jagged gasps.

"Babe you're killing me. Put your phone on speaker... wanna hear how wet you are. Let me hear you fucking yourself... please..."

"Really?" You wince in embarrassment, cheeks flaming at his filthy plea.  You don't hesitate though, his whined "please baby" practically making you come undone there and then. You're turned on beyond belief at hearing him so needy for you, quickly tapping the screen and laying the phone on your abdomen so you can resume your attentions.

"Can you hear how wet am I?" You whisper, pumping your finger at a quickening pace, the lewd sounds of your sopping wet pussy filling the air. He groans all rough and lusty, muttered curses mixed with his own noises, the quiet sounds of slick skin slapping as he works himself over. It heightens the moment, makes everything feel more intense, like if you closed your eyes you could fully imagine he was lying beside you right now. Or hovering over you, his cheeks flushed rosy pink and his blue eyes hooded and dark as he bore down on you.

"How many fingers?" He grits out. He sounds totally wrecked.

"Only one..."

You drive your finger deeper, twisting your hand so you can rub at your clit with your thumb. Your other hand snakes under the shirt to find a nipple, tugging at the hardened bud. Your whole body's awash with sensation, your peak which seemed unattainable now glimmering on the horizon.

"Add another babe... do it for me," Van pleads, panting with exertion. "Stretch out that perfect little pussy just for me."

"Okay... shit..." you whimper, sinking another finger alongside the first, plunging them knuckle deep, your hips pulling upwards to chase the sensation.

"Bet you're so tight," he groans, the slick sounds emanating from the phone speaker getting faster now, frantic as his high approaches. "So fucking tight... ya fit me like a glove... so perfect. Wish it was my cock stretching you out right now. I'd fuck you so deep... so fucking hard."

He growls the last three words and the coil that's been winding up tight in your core suddenly explodes.

"Fuck... Van...." you mewl, almost a sob. You withdraw your fingers quickly, spreading your juices over your clit, rubbing it in tight, slippery circles. Your legs are trembling and you know you're teetering on the precipice.

"Fucking hell babe... 'm gonna blow. Say it again... say my name. Wanna hear you say my name when you come."

The noises coming from both of you are absolutely obscene, broken groans and needy whimpers interspersed with the wettest, filthiest sounds. You dimly wonder whether one of your housemates might overhear behind your closed bedroom door but you can't bring yourself to care enough to quieten down. You're hurtling towards an orgasm so powerful that your whole body's spasming, your heart beating out of your chest.

"Van... oh Van... feels so fucking good... ohhh..." you moan, screwing your eyes tight shut, trying your hardest to picture Van falling apart. It's your favourite sight of all, his pretty blue eyes glazed over with lust, brows pulled up into a crease, jaw fallen slack. You can see it all so clearly, his hips bucking up off the mattress as he fucks himself desperately into his hand, the mental image tipping you over the edge.

"Baby... baby... baby... I love you so much... fuck..." he chokes out, a strangled groan tearing up from his throat as he follows on mere seconds after.

Hot waves of pleasure flood you as you twitch against your hand, your body finally going slack. You press your head back against the pillow, blinking up at the ceiling, a small breathy laugh of disbelief slipping from your lips as you reach for your phone. You've never let yourself go quite like that during smutty long distance calls before, shyness and self-consciousness getting the better of you. Usually you're half-heartedly moaning and sighing in tune to Van's heavy breathing, putting on a front that you're just as turned on as he is. This was something else entirely and your heart's still racing with your newfound discovery that temporarily made the vast expanse of the Atlantic Ocean between you seem minuscule. Your doubts and worries have dissipated to be replaced with a warm comforting glow.

"Y/N you're amazing," Van's blissed out sounding voice comes down the line, a low drawl with a hint of a sleepy satisfied edge that tugs your lips into a grin. "Was that okay for you... I mean did you enjoy it? I know you usually get a bit weirded out about phone sex. That felt a little different to normal."

"It... it was... I actually properly let myself go for once," you mumble coyly. "Shit, think I was too loud though. Gonna die of embarrassment if Kayla and Laura overheard me. You know what they're like. They won't let me live it down."

Van chuckles. "Don't worry, they'll probably just tune it out. Sure they're used to it by now, the racket you make when I'm there for real."

"I don't make a racket!" You laugh, reaching out to grab the framed photo off the side, letting your eyes linger fondly over the image of your boyfriend, tracing the contours of his handsome face with the tip of your thumb. "You're the noisy one. Grunting and groaning like you're about to bloody die! The neighbours three streets away could probably hear you, let alone my mates sitting in the living room downstairs!"

"I'm not loud... I'm just... expressive," he says, and you can hear the grin in his words at your playful banter. "And besides, you love it, don't lie. You can't get enough of it!"

You shift where you lay, reaching for the covers to pull up over your bare legs, snuggling into your pillow as you switch the phone over to your other ear.

"I do love it," you admit, your voice dropping down low again. "It's hot... really hot. Didn't realise you got off on me calling out your name though. Gonna have to remember that one for when you're home."

"It's just good to hear you're actually thinking about me in the heat of the moment."

This surprises you. "What the hell... you're joking aren't you? Why would I be thinking about anyone else? You're my boyfriend, of course I'm gonna be thinking about you."

"You're not the only one who gets insecure when I'm away ya know," Van murmurs, and you feel a frown instantly form, your post-orgasm sleepy haze falling quickly away. You pull yourself into a sitting position, pressing the phone tight to your ear.

"Hold on... you mean to tell me you worry about me with other guys when you're touring?"

There's a pause, a muffled noise like Van's clearing his throat before he speaks again. "It's just like you said to me, I trust you completely but I just hate us being apart. Makes me think all sorts of stupid shit on lonely nights like this when I'm stuck in random hotel rooms. I hate leaving you alone. I'm sorry babe, I didn't mean it to sound bad."

"No, no, it doesn't, it's okay... I just never thought..." you trail off, still slightly stunned that Van could ever feel insecure enough about the deep connection you two share to imagine you straying. "What are we like eh?"

"Yeah," he huffs softly, warmly. "We make a right pair don't we?"

"Maybe we need to worry less about the bad stuff and concentrate on the good stuff."

"Sounds good to me... same time tomorrow night then?" His voice is mischievous and you feel a flicker of excitement pass through you.

"It's a date!" You grin, your mind wandering, fragments of ideas forming as to how you can build on your newfound confidence to make your next transatlantic hook up even more exciting. Your thoughts go to the pretty pink lace lingerie set in your drawer that you'd picked up on a recent shopping trip. You were going to save it for Van's return but it seems foolish to wait now.

"And... ummm... maybe we can... ermmm... FaceTime tomorrow night after all. I might have a little surprise for you..."

You can clearly hear Van suck in a breath, his mind likely running wild with all sorts of salacious thoughts. "Oh yeah? I'm counting down the minutes already. God I love you so much Y/N."

"I love you too Van... so much."

Your smile stretches wide, every little doubt and insecurity melted away as you lay back down on the bed to say goodnight.

[the-togepi-man]

The boy you (and maybe shawn?) have a crush on

Sure, im a little high and he wont see this since he doesn't use tumblr. Dunno if I'll ever get the chance to tell him all this so

I cant speak for Sean, who I knows really enjoys his company but falls for people a lot slower-

But I think he's a great guy. He's gives off this very aloof vibe, but he's incredibly smart and very sharp with his wit and observations. The first time He, Sean, and I hung out together - those two talked about how they listen to NPR and the Economist in the morning. It was goofy but thats when I first noticed myself getting flustered. He cares about his friends and his relationships very much, as do I. SO while polyamours people don't HAVE to all date each other it's insanely important to me that Sean enjoys their company too

He and Sean also have this rapport and bounce off each other so well that it's just hard to not roll your eyes but get caught up in it. He's got this really cute smile, and when you make a jab at him or catch him off guard his opens his mouth with this goofy smile and his cheeks turn bright red. His eyes also twinkle a little when he gets excited. And even though he doesn't like eye contact, if the conversation is important he maintains it to show how much he's listening. Also after he does his hair - a few hours in to the day the very front of it has one curl that drops down on to his forehead and its adorable as all fuck

He's passionate about the things he's interested in, and even more passionate about staying true to himself. It's very clear that he wants to live his life as who he is, and I think that more people should aspire to do. He puts his passions and his friends first and does his absolute best to make sure he sticks to all the plans he makes with them. When i first asked him to make plans with us, I was thinking "ah yeah he might fade away like everyone else" but then the next day he followed up with plans for a happy hour. When I point out things I am really interested in he asks questions and says "oh we will have to watch that some time" or "or ill have to try that." He and Sean inspire me to try new foods and do new things I normally wouldn't. Sean's helped me grow a lot, but when he and Sean both commit to something I start to see how much I was missing out on

Small break from his personality- he's also SUPER hot. Like just tall, gorgeous, great body, hairy chest, great cuddle buddy, beautiful eyes, comforting smile, and from what I recall a good kisser- among other things.

He has a lot of parts to his personality and every time we hang out I feel like a learn more in a good way. Like every time we hang out it's a new discovery. With that said, he's also not high maintenance. I love going out and doing fun stuff with him and Sean, but I also love that we can just grab some drinks, hop on the couch, cuddle up and watch something together or listen to music together. He puts on songs sometimes that remind me of my childhood and sitting around at my grandparents house listening to my family talk while I fell asleep to the music

That might be the hardest part about not saying all this to him, - but he feels like he really fits right in to place with Sean and I, not like I've ever felt before. And of course I've talked to Sean about all this (Because Sean is the fucking BEST- and someone would have to really be awesome to have an impact on both of us). Anyhow, he just seems like such a wonderful person that we'd both fight the standards of society to have in our lives.

So all in all, I am just glad I can be his friend more than anything. Thanks anon for letting me get this out! It felt good to type it since again, dunno if he will ever get to hear me say it- nor would he need to hear it. He can handle his life on his own- I just hope I get to be a supporting member for the rest of it :)

[elis-blawg222]

November 2 - Saturday

This day my friend was staying until we had to go to work. When I woke up I really wanted to make some pancakes. I'd been wanting to make them for a few days- or a banana bread loaf- but I didn't know what to do with whatever I made since I didn't want to eat them. Sooo, I figured I'd cease the opportunity to make her some pancakes. I didn't think that it would make so many though, and tried to give as many as I could away.

It was a lot of fun, and I really enjoyed it! Everyone complimented them too and it made me really happy.

Despite it being a good morning, my afternoon was not so great. I did go to work, but ended up leaving before my shift was over.. teehee. I didn't want to go home, so instead I went to the park near my house. It was pretty late and it was cold, but it was peaceful since there was no one else there. I didn't get a lot of steps in at all, but likeee... cut me some slack ok.

I was missing Angel so so terribly this day also omg it was insane (this is every day let's be real). The whole day I was just hoping we'd get to call. Genuinely our calls heal a part of my brain, it's unreal. We didn't get to though, since I was with my friend the whole day.

Anywho, when I finally got home I made my dinner- or well, I was in the process, but then my dad called me. He asked me to go get him and take him home, which kinda had made sense to me because of some other stuff so I thought it was fine. Plus, I thought he was sober. Usually if he's been drinking I just ignore him because there's just no point lol. So I was about half way through making my meal when I went to get him. The plan was that when I got back, my food would be ready, but that's so not how it went.

In short, I got to where he was and he was drinking (not drunk yet though) and he ended up embarrassing me in front of his friends (who he also called 'family' ... mrs girl idfk them ppl). He was talking about how I was losing weight and he made me stand up in front of all of them... also they have a daughter and she was there and she goes to my school... Then he was talking about how my mom thought I was on drugs (bc I was losing weight). IN FRONT OF THE GIRL. OK.

I ended up leaving without him.. LOL and then when I got home I went to eat it in my room and literally part of the way through it I paused for a sh sesh LMFAO.

Desc: zucchini, yellow squash, cauliflower rice, strawberry pocky.

Total Cals: 568

My friend actually bought me a bunch of stuff because I was feeling so upset and stuff. She bought me a kuromi figure, a little kuromi plushie, a dinosaur sticker, the strawberry pocky in the picture, chocolate pocky, and ghirardelli peppermint bark squares. In conclusion, she's trying to make me fat. Fat as fuck. But no I really appreciated it to be honest, and she even texted me like talking about how she was there for me which made me feel kinda bad bc like... honestly I was shit talking her. But that's only because I felt like she didn't care about me, but now ik she does so it's fineeeee, she doesn't have to know.......

I only got 3.4k steps butttt

yes

Oki, byeeee!! <3

[pinkyjulien]

So I Finished (tm) RDR2 and I'm having thoughts HGFHHGFH

Basically yeah - I rushed through the epilogue cause I wasn't really enjoying iiiiit- I know John is the protag from RDR so that makes sense that we'd play as him, and I love that they did it that way it's a really nice transition between the two games

The game took a turn as soon as Arthur got the TB bomb at the doc, hunting wasn't fun anymore, didn't need any of those fancy saddles or clothes from the Trapper anymore, who HAS TIME to go FISHING anymore, y'know? hghfhgf

Felt pressed by Arthur's disease and I think it was nicely done, it really feels like as if you don't have much time left, everything rolls by smoothly and nothing felt "out of place" (well- tbh wasn't a fan of chapter 5, bit boring to me)

I thought the game was ending with Arthur's death - and it kinda did to me deadass, this epilogue felt like a nice "tying loose ends" DLC

Really happy we got to kill that bitch Micah but seeing Dutch come out of that cabin SHOOK ME.... You're telling me that-- fucker took year(s) to finally get his brain sorted and shoot that stinky rat oh my god hhgfhhg LIKE.... Arthur would've died anyway but at least he'd know his daddy still got his back and would have had someone next to him in his last breath!!!!!!!!!!!! Going INSANE here hhhhghghh

I'M PISSED and I'm crying but also 👍👍👍👍 bombass game, the praise is so deserved, I'm glad friendos enabled me to try it for myself without getting too spoiled (I knew about the Tuberculosis and knew that Arthur was gonna die, but didn't know anything else so this was still an amazing experience)

[umepnnn]

3DOLC x ROE — results.

challenge created by @starliet and @cleostoohot 🖤

sorry (and not sorry) for the long hiatus cuz i'm enjoying life :)

so a few days ago i came across several posts about their challenge and i decided to try it out ! i didn't plan to post or anything so there wasn't a "what i'll be manifesting" post, but the results were so insane i had too make one.

ଓ affirmations i used:

regardless of everything...

nothing can ruin my manifestations

i always manifest within 3 days or less

i have everything i desire

ଓ what i manifested:

always confident and friendly, good at socializing

that's exactly what i did. i feel like a social butterfly at school and it's easier for me to join in convos now. making friends and having small talk just became easier for me. and i don't overthink so much anymore

being more included in my friend groups

i have a group i hang out with at uni for like 4-5 months now but i wasn't rlly active until this challenge LMAO now i'm like so comfortable with everyone and felt more like a part of the group. it also went like this with my other friend groups that i just started hanging out since this year. i actually speak to people individually now woah :)

getting closer with an SP

idk i thought this guy was cute so i just included this and at first the situation was: he's close with my friends but he's not in any of my friend groups so we don't hang much at all. but then after 2-3 days since this challenge, our mutual friend suddenly ADDED HIM into the group out of the blue and we all started going out and he is SUCH A GENTLEMAN to me + he added my socials as well hehe

school is fun, assignments are easy & no stress

literally came to school to chit chat and i'm not stressed at all. i get my work done on time and everything goes so smooth fr. and the best part is my classmates are the sweetest ugh SCHOOL IS FUN (they are the uni friend group i just mentioned up there) and they'd always gather around my seat lol and we'd chat the whole class.

bright smooth clear skin

same skin care routine – skin clearer than ever. no longer uneven dark spots or small little bumps <3 smooth like a baby's bottom :) my mom actually thought i was wearing makeup when i literally just washed my face n removed all the makeup !!

no dark circles

i slept like usual but my dark circles rlly went away since this challenge i'm actually surprised (even tho it should go away cuz it's the law lmao) and usually they'd still show when i have my makeup on but now it's wayyy less noticeable

friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out

just went out with one the other day lmao so check ✔️ i guess

everyone cares about me and is very nice to me

yoo my friends were so patient and attentive to me and even the taxi drivers are nice, they'd start convos and not in a creepy way. everyone is so nice for real <333

ଓ what i did:

i just read the list and affirm whenever i can, mostly focused on the 4D and know it's inevitable that they'd manifest <3 cuz it's already mine the moment i think i have it. and honestly the "nothing can ruin my manifestations" line helped me a lot.

other than that i did nothing in the 3D. i never initiated anything. they all just came to me just ✨ like ✨ that ✨

i got most of my desires within 3 days but i still continued affirming after 3 days cuz like why not? it's like i'm doing the challenge again or sum but yes i still get desired results after that.

btw i also listened to quite a few subliminals alongside doing this challenge just because i can xD even for the same desires and like they both manifested but anyways i'll make a separate post on my subliminal results.

© umepnnn 2021 – all rights reserved.

[note from a later date //29 jan 2024]

i have been on a hiatus since then until now, because i was busy with a lot of stuff i didn't have much time to learn and post astrology stuff here ~

i am still busy as ever and i don't plan on coming back here anytime soon (mayyyybee idk) but i still come on tumblr quite often cuz i loveee our astrology & manifesting content

and somehow today i checked my draft and saw this whole post here from three years ago i'm like wuhhh totally forgot.

BUT! everything i said is true fr like the "friends from other countries coming to mine so we could hang out" last year literally TEN of my friends came to my place (they're from 4 different countries) and I even went on trips with some of them — mind u i havnt seen most of them in like 2 years at the time

trust me manifesting is sooo easy just think u have it and u have it

thanks for reading and stay healthy stay safe everyone <3 cya

[atrashcanraccoon]

this is a product of my inability to stop imagining and a lot of brain beating because college isn't going easy on me.

inspired by a prompt on instagram that had me feral with the possibilities.

also yes, i'm putting it up in parts bc it's more fun that way. this is a cleaned up, edited ver. of what i've posted on IG.

happy reading <3 (under the cut)

"I haven't seen him in a few days, but that's like, normal for him, it's not a big deal, he'll show up when he wants to," said the hero's love interest, as she tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at her lover in confusion. "He does this all the time, right?"

The hero hummed in agreement. "I should've known that he's gonna pull something like this. Let's hope the idiot resurfaces with his dumb jokes sooner than later."

The comic relief hasn't been meeting his friends for a week now. If you ask, the hero would tell you that comic was pretty unpredictable and he goes off grid for days on end. Hero's love interest would tell you that despite being best friends, Comic and Hero didn't exactly meet each other often (is it because Hero never really had time for his friend? Is it because Comic never really felt appreciated by Hero? We'd never know, but Hero's lover had her doubts).

The last time Hero and his lover had seen him was on their two year anniversary. Comic had helped Hero organise a little picnic and a pillow-fort-movie date after. That afternoon, Comic had bid goodbye to the couple and told them that he'd be busy the entire next week because apparently 'the education system is a conman and we're all being scammed'.

Hero hadn't thought much about Comic's inactivity, seemingly used to it, but as texts from his best friend were also far and few in between, he grew worried. His lover took great pains to assuage his fears but the only thing that really helped with the stress was fighting Villain.

Villain was an enigma. His motives were virtually unknown, considering the man always kept spewing bullshit about how he loves a little touch of public nuisance because it's fun. Hero's main vendetta against Villain was due to the latter's penchant for being an annoyance to society. Villain had once set fire to all the staff rooms of the city's schools at night, forcing the institutes to shut down for a week for a renovation. The media uproar was insane and Hero was hounded by journalists for weeks because of his late arrival to the scene of crime (not his fault- he had assignments to finish. Post-graduate studies aren't easy. Real life sucks).

Time went on and so did Villain's terror- and in a bid to protect the city from him, Hero devoted more time and resources to attempt capturing him. Somewhere, even Hero forgot that he hadn't heard from Comic in over a month.

That evening, after his latest stunt (minor bank robbery, because the manager had challenged every criminal in the city by bragging about his brand new security measures and Villain loves taking annoying people down a notch), he returned to his lair, feeling hopelessly empty, of sorts. Of course, the fight with Hero was everything he needed to scratch the itch that'd been taunting him for days, but something was missing.

He pulled up the news coverage of that day's mayhem. Something.... something is missing. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

His thoughts screeched to a halt when he noticed the lack of someone's presence. Almost in a frenzy, he began opening tabs of footage and media coverage of his fights with the hero of the past month. He's - Comic- what? Where's Comic? What?!

Villain would be the first to admit that apart from the occasional lawlessness and laying waste to the city (because property damage is infinitely more satisfying than bodily harm), his main source of childlike joy was seeing Hero gawp like a fool when his friend, the comic relief exchanged beautiful quips with Villain. He also wouldn't exactly tell you this, but the sheer glee of meeting someone who gives as good as he gets is unparalleled.

Like this one time, amidst a cute little Italian bistro that was then in ruins after the initial scuffle, Villain was delivering his prepared monologue because Hero actually gives him time to speak (which, personally, he thinks is fucking stupid). He'd just finished making a powerful statement about serving real justice when Comic had blinked, and giggled (the cute guy giggled) then said, "The only thing you're serving right now is spaghetti with a side of bloodied shoulder. I don't see how that's a good look on you."

Hero had then tried to shush his friend, a horrified look on his face, but Comic gave him a face that suggested that he's taking none of that and then proceeded to stare into Villain's soul, a goofy smirk gracing his face.

That was it. Villain was falling in love.

Not a day goes by where Villain hopes that he could ask the cute funny guy out on a cute little date without the whole 'i'm a bad guy and you're the good guy's best friend-slash-comic-relief' situation.

But fact remained that Comic hadn't been seen for over a month and as far as Villain was concerned, that's a month too long. He growled to one of his men, "Get me the city's surveillance footage of the past month."

The henchman was confounded. "But sir, I don't see why-"

"I don't pay you to question me, boy, do what I said. Now!" he barked, his displeasure and confusion shining through. The henchman (his name is Steve) slowly backed away and was leaving with a frown.

Maybe I was too harsh. With this thought in his head, Villain called out, "Steve, my good man, forgive me for snapping at you."

Steve bowed his head almost reverentially and smiled. "Don't ask for forgiveness sir, I respect you immensely. I will get you the footage you require."

"Thank you, Steve. If you could hurry."

Villain sighed, not knowing what to think or expect. He understands the impasse he's at - his rival's best friend is missing, but Hero seemingly doesn't give a shit, or he's unaware (debatable). The only one who was mildly concerned was Hero's girl and Villain's sure that even she'd given up. He doubts that Hero has any other friends, making it weirder that he's not turning the city upside down looking for his best friend.

It's almost like he's the only one who is trying to do something about all this, albeit late.

Steve came back with a tablet with the footage and handed it to Villain. "Do you need me to get you anything else, sir?"

"A cup of tea, no sugar, please."

"Yes sir, right away."

Villain settled down to examine the footage. It was gonna be a long night.

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this was part one, lmk what you think (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

[elvenbeard]

I finally sat down and played Reed's path in Phantom Liberty and HOLY shit. Spoilers below the cut just in case köahsdföahdsf

MAN. I was like, 95% unspoilered for everything, the only things I knew was: you gotta fight against Kurt, there is a scene in So Mi's apartment, some Cynosure fuckery, and I had seen gifs of So Mi in the core at the end (and deducted HM. she isn't looking to good, I feel like this is an ending where she dies).

But so so so many things came unexpected and got me so damn good!! I had fun fighting against Kurt, his little knife-throwing sequences (though I still wouldve loved a peaceful solution more than this XD a third path where you side with him or sth like that). I did not expect that we'd be fucking with MaxTac alsködhfasf that little bit was so fun, from setting up to having to fight them (though I also really struggled with that at first, rightfully so xDD).

The level design of the Cynosure was amaaaazing, the creepy horror vibes, the voices the jumpscares aödshfasf I loved that so much. I was not at all prepared for the Cerberus mech, that was mean af xD But so fun, gameplay-wise, so creepy, too. I ate up the lore of the place (and how insane that something like this exists under NC - and how much more similar shit must exist as well for other corporations??).

How the apartment sequence was done blew my whole mind, the transition between the bunker and the apartment, the little flashbacks, and how everything slowly crumbled and fell apart. I love that you can hug So Mi ;___; and man, I was crying so much at the end, the pain... but the only thing that felt right in that moment was killing her and giving her her freedom, and it was so raw and gentle and horrible all at the same time (also V's reaction was ;____; aaaahhh my boy).

I loved that we got a chance to shit-talk Myers XD And that, after all that in the end, Reed may finally find his freedom too and get away from the FIA for good!! I was adskhföasf so feral about his and Vince's parallels again, losing everything and being forced to start over. I loved his line that went like "thanks to you I have a choice now, something I haven't had in a long time". And man, I hope he uses his chance to get as far away from Myers and Washington and all that crap as he can, while he still can (just how that whole experience has deterred Vince from wanting to go back to Arasaka for good xD).

Overall though, I gotta say. I felt like the villain the whole time xD From betraying So Mi (still so obsessed that the options are called "Betray XYZ", not "Side with XYZ" which I've seen much more commonly in games with choices - It's a small detail but it makes such a difference in tone!!), to chasing her down all along it always felt wrong xD I'm glad at least towards the end there were some dialogue options that went away from the patronizing "we just wanna safe you" and "this is all for your best", and felt more human again.

So, for Vince's canon, if he goes through with PL from start to finish, he would rather betray Reed - and in return be betrayed by So Mi in the end aöshdajshf but yeah. Immersion and story-wise, her path felt more true to what he would do, even though I liked the outcome for Reed a lot in this. (and I guess that's really where the main difference lies in the end in all the choices, who gets to live and have their freedom in the end, and how much V is willing to sacrifice).

Also, since I went down the path of not handing So Mi over this time and not unlocking the new ending, instead I got new Mr. Blue-Eyes headcanons material O.O aksdfahsöf highly recommend looting the Cerberus mech and crafting the Cyberdeck in the "Unknown Number" related quest after the credits, in case you always wanted two more or less creepy talking constructs in your head xD

[monsterlikerr]

i have things to be doing but i'm thinking about my sexuality instead. i'm putting this under a readmore because i feel insane i just need to get it out somewhere

okay so i'm definitely some kind of aro/ace but i genuinely don't know what at this point. i was in a relationship for 3 years and i mean i enjoyed it! we broke up for unrelated reasons. i would say i was attracted to him romantically at least but my memory of my life is fuzzy because i have issues but like. i was romantically attracted to him. sexually is different because most of our relationship was when we were minors and i didn't really think about it because i felt weird + anytime i did it was mostly a "this is how i feel like i should feel" thing. i'm looking at stuff and aegosexual is probably what i connect to most but the thing is i don't... knoooow. and i know i don't have to figure all of that out right now or even ever but my brain will just not let it go. but it really does fit for the most part. i don't imagine myself having sex when i think about it, it's always someone(s) else.

i also genuinely don't know what people find hot or attractive on a person because it just doesn't... work in my mind? like i can look at someone and appreciate they look nice but i don't know if it's a "shame of feeling overbearing and admitting that someone is hot" or "i literally just don't know what makes someone hot because i don't feel it". could i imagine myself having sex? yeah in theory. i think i would give it a try. could i imagine a specific person/people or what we'd even be doing? no not really other than general "sex!". it's not a self-image thing either, because i've thought about it and if it weren't for obvious privacy concerns, i wouldn't care about posting nude/partially nude images of myself/sending them to friends (who'd be comfortable/want that)

like i joke sometimes that i don't really like boobs/ass/etc outside of general aesthetic appreciation. i just don't get the appeal from a sexual standpoint at least not in My Eyes/reality a lot of the art i reblog isn't even "i'm sexually attracted to this" it's a lot of "i like this character and this art is fun/pretty/nice" tbh. which isn't to say "i don't like having this blog" i do! very much i do. if i disliked it or was uncomfortable then i wouldn't be here. but i feel like sometimes it's weird because like... i don'tttt feeelll sexually attracted to a lot of these characters. or any of them. if i'm imagining sexual stuff about them it's not "i want to do X to them" it's "i want to imagine someone else doing X to them". sometimes i'm literally just reblogging art because i know one of my followers would like it and/or i think the art is good and op should know it.

there's probably also something in here about my brain blurring the lines of "where does it cross the line of having romantic feelings for someone VS platonic VS some secret third thing". like i don't knowwww. heart emojiiiiii. i'm probably not aegoromantic i'm just 'i have a job and school rn so i don't want to think about romance' mode (+ the fact that i really truly do NOT get dating apps/talking to someone with the express intent to date. i never have. i really never have). so when people ask me about dating i'm just likke ^_^ ummmmm. hmmm. idk! (<- the struggler). because i really don't know! i don't have a type. i don't have a specific subset of person i'm attracted to. in terms of fiction i tend to LIKE female characters more but it's not like.. an actual attraction thing as said earlier. like alice tmp i call her my Wife and say i Love Her but i'm not thinking about dating her. i just like her a lot and she makes me happy! alice just as an example but there are plenty of other characters. i think sometimes i talk about things in the way i Think i should but sometimes i'm just saying words i do not mean <3. ok this is word salad soup but i have emails to write and i've been here for like 10 minutes. thank you for reading muwah

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

And now, it's time.

Day 5: Happy 5 Year Anniversary!

Wow. 5 years. I honestly can't believe that. Oh my GOSH that's long o.o. I went :O when I saw that when seeing advertising for the week.

I love this show so much (ignore me posting and editing to get it here before midnight for me lol). It's absolutely insane how long it's been. I started watching late in November, I believe, maaaaybe early December. We'd talked about getting Disney+, and I knew my family would find it silly but I was intrigued by a show called High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. A crazy title and a weird premise. I said I was just curious, fascinated by it, wondering what it would be like. So, one evening, my sister and I watched it.

We watched the first four episodes and laughed and made fun of it the whole time. But, miraculously, I found myself invested.

And the next episode.

In Season 1 Episode 5, they brought Seb and Carlos to us as a couple. I was shocked and happy, and honestly a little confused. I didn't know I was queer yet. I knew what queer was, had found out from my sibling surrounding some family stuff, but I'd never seen canon queer characters before. I guess I knew I was an ally, even if I didn't totally get why, but it was just so cool to see them. I honestly felt kind of weird because what did two gay high school boys mean to me, I was a straight girl!

Ha.

It wouldn't be for a couple more years that I would realize I was queer. I too fell victim to the "yeah, but I'm just an ally" trap lol. But I seriously fell in love with them. I remember my sibling and I loving how cute Carlos's little dance was, how excited he was. How devastated and in denial we were when Seb didn't show up. And how much we loved it when Carlos danced, and when Seb did show up :').

That solidified the show for me. That made me stay. They made me stay. They've meant the world to me ever since.

And since then, I have seen 33 amazing, wonderful episodes (just like the 5 before them lol). I've been angry, I've been sad, I've been in awe, I've been happy. I've seen myself represented not just in queer characters, but in theatre kids. In kids who are lonely and find family there. In kids who lived in a shadow, who were shy, who were thrust in and trusted by their teacher and director.

This show is silly. It does silly things, it has silly performances, it has silly jokes, silly unlikely things happen, and it's a silly premise. But I absolutely love it. I realized one day, after having seen someone mention "the One show that changed them forever", that mine was High School Musical The Musical The Series. Sounds silly, and I had to think about some of my more recent shows to figure it out. But it is. I remember scrolling through the tag, searching Seblos, before I even made a Tumblr account. Seeing things first after the finale of Season 1, deleted scenes pictures of Carlos giving Seb flowers. So many important moments for me were taken alongside step with HSMTMTS. Even though I barely post about it anymore (because so many interests catch my attention and I don't usually have much to say about it off the top of my head), it's still the 4th top "Posts a lot about" when you go to search on my blog. I think that says something. And I'm proud of it.

I haven't had a lot of interaction with the fandom during my time here, especially while the show was still running (and because I mainly stay in the Seblos tag, especially with remembering scrolling through all the Driver's License stuff before and when it first came out lol), but everyone means so much to me. Especially everyone still posting, still creating now. The fanfics, the art, the edits, and gifsets, everything is so important to me, and everything else. Thank you all <3. And thank you, when I did come, for being such an accepting place (at least the places I went to). Thank you guys for sticking around through this show, and even for just being here for a little while. Thanks for sticking with me, those that have :). And the friends I've made from this fandom and this show - you mean the world to me <3. Thank you all so much for everything you've done, everything that's made this show even more enjoyable :'). I love you all so much ❤️.

I love High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. And I'm proud and happy I do :).

Happy 5 Year Anniversary 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🎊🎊🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂!!!!

[kidnamedbird]

Hello all!

It's me, Kid Named Bird from Team Kid Named Bird. For clarification, I'm actually named after the team, not the other way around. I'm the lead translator and dialogue letterer for Beyblade X, or at least I was. I am heartbroken to announce our indefinite hiatus from the BeyX manga; if we do get back to it, we'd finish off all the year one content (up to the likely incoming subtitle/branding change) and all of the extras that go with it. This would leave us with a finite amount of work for us to do and a nice archival version of the beginnings of X.

To explain why we're ending our release, I'd like to say it's not because we don't want to. We'd love to continue on this project because we all really adore this manga. It's hard not to grow fond of something you've poured so much time into. I never really even planned on forming the team to translate the manga until the first chapter was about to come out. I had translated the prologue chapter as a fun side-project — I learned how to letter and translate because of it! So once some of my veteran scanlator friends and some brave newbies hopped on the project with me, I felt like we could actually take a bite out of this massive undertaking. A 36-72 page manga every month for a team of mostly employed/student volunteers is insane, especially when you consider the amount of redraws we had to do on this specific work. There were so many text overlays we had to draw over or speedlines (blech!!) we had to clean up, and usually tens of pages of them. Sometimes we had to do the work of a weekly manga series translation to get our stuff out depending on the amount of pages we did. After a while, that took a toll on our team. We can only do so many 50 pagers in a row before it completely consumes all of our free time outside of our full time work or education. I knew that as soon as we got behind by one chapter, we'd not be able to catch back up. It would just cause us too much grief and stress. I didn't want to do that to my team of unpaid volunteers, so I made the choice to throw in the towel. We were doing pretty professional work for free, and we got burnt out. We all had entire lives outside of BeyX, and I wanted my team to live them. It wasn't a decision I made lightly, or without reason. The official release is coming out soon, and if you don't mind the dub names, the previews looked pretty good! They seem to be Singapore/South East Asian exclusive for now, but I'm sure someone will snag the scans for them. Also, the anime, for the first time in Bey history, is almost exactly the same plot-wise! Previous series manga and anime have diverged wisely, but as the manga and anime have an overlapping writing staff this time, the stories hit almost all the same beats. If anything, I think the anime takes the manga's story and gives it far more breathing room and better pacing. The extra character-focus episodes have done wonders to help develop the cast further and make Bird's journey of perseverance all the more compelling. You will still get to experience the story of X in different ways, but maybe without us. If we had the time, energy, and ability to sustain our bodies, we'd still be working on this manga, I promise you that. The kind words we have gotten from our readers have meant the world to me (I tear up at them sometimes!). I hope that one day, we can return to finish off the first year of BeyX content. If we don't, then oops! Every member of our team has other projects we work on, so you can find us there. I can't tell you what those projects are for our privacy and safety, but we do them! For now, this is Team Kid Named Bird spinning out.

3! 2! 1! Let it rip with us next time, whenever that may be! Thank you so much for supporting us!