#weed ig bc it feels better

[caprisunchan]

vent lol

[hypnagogics]

Okay.. but like, loser ellie but she’s also a stoner and explains the entire lore of spider man to you while you’re trying to have seggs and she’s like stoned out of her mind and yapping about literally spider man 😭

before you read!!

☆: THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY IM CRYING LMFAO had me dying for like 10 mins straight. this is longer than intended bc im a yapper as we know, and i kinda don't know much of the spiderman lore (and you can def tell oops)…BUT I LOVE THE WAY YOUR MIND WORKS NONNIE.

◇: sfw but suggestive themes. warning: FAR from my best work, just wanted to keep momentum going ig. basically just fluff, lots of buildup as usual SORRY i have to establish a plot before we get to the good stuff…they're of age obviously, their relationship is left vague/up for interpretation so fill in the blanks w/ your own thoughts! “babe” pet name usage, consumption of weed, duh. ok i suppose that's all. OH AND SBWM REFERENCE HAHAHA (shameless self plug :3) + 1.0k wc.

One nice, regular night, chilling at Ellie’s humble abode, getting high, the usual Friday evening activities. You both were laying down in her bed, wrapped up in her dinosaur bedsheets of course, you were resting your head on her chest, occasionally coughing and swatting away the residual smoke that lingered in the air.

The weed had made your head fuzzy and your mouth drier than the Sahara desert, but despite all the not-so-great things, you loved to get high with Ellie.

Sometimes you'd fuck, sometimes you'd talk about life and reminisce about the good, the bad, and the ugly, and sometimes you'd just lay there to enjoy each other's company.

She was so warm and comfortable, you simply wished to merge bodies and become one with her, to make a home inside her ribcage even. You'd be perfectly fine just napping there on her cushiony chest, listening to her steady heartbeat and slow intakes of breath, if it wasn't for the familiar ache of need between your legs.

Shifting to look up at her, she was so incredibly zooted out of her mind, you found it hilarious. Chunky glasses covered in fingerprint smudges and sitting crooked atop her nose, eyes blood-red and so heavy lidded, you'd have thought she was asleep had you not taken a closer look.

You lifted yourself up and pressed your lips to the side of her pink cheek, repeatedly kissing her soft, smooth skin. She let out a husky giggle, her voice all hoarse and crackly from the substance. “Hiiii.”

She dragged out the vowel, grinning widely at you. Her smile was infectious, and you laughed at her state. Burying your face again in the crook of her neck, you mumbled, “Hi Ellie…you're so cute.”

Tangled up together, you kissed her some more on her neck, wanting to be as close as possible to her. She sighed, and angled her head to give you better access to more surface area. “That feels nice.” She'd slur, and you were pretty turned on at this point, to say the least.

It was worth asking. “Ellie…do you wanna fuckkk?” You whisper against her ear, and watch in delight as the bright-red blush spreads across her entire face like a wildfire, even reaching her collar, and spreading underneathyour shirt. “Um, yeah, duh. C’mere.”

You pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips, tangling your hands in her auburn locks and parting your puffy lips to invite her tongue in, not noticing the spit dribble down your chin where your faces met. Her breathing quickened immediately, and she whined into your mouth, the kisses getting even messier to the point where your teeth were clinking together, so you backed away for a breather.

The two of you shifted positions so she was now on top of you, resting her hand on your hip, thumb rubbing small circles. She moved in to initiate more lip-locking, but pulled away abruptly.

“Babe I forgot to tell you, so y’know Peter Parker, right?” And there she goes.

“Yeah, yeah I know him, can you just-” You try to rush past the beginnings of her rambling, because you knew once she got started, there was no end in sight. At least for a while.

You tried pulling her in to meet your lips again by the back of her head, but were met with lots of resistance. She seemed to look more alert now, a miracle. The power of superheroes!

She shuffled off of you and sat upright, assuming a cross-legged position, clearly not noticing your exasperated huffs and purposely obnoxious eye rolling, and the fact that there was a whole-ass human, half undressed, horny girl on her bed right there in front of her, who was slowly losing patience.

Ellie just went to her own world. Her eyes sparkled with passionate wonder as she thought about the series so dear to her heart. “Okay I rewatched all the movies a few days ago and I noticed something new…”

You were ready to give up what you originally had in mind, she was too far gone. She talked and talked endlessly, and you had to feign interest, nodding along and murmuring, “Mhm, yeah Els. Wow that's cool. Huh, never knew.” As enthusiastically as you could, so she didn't feel like she wasn't being listened to.

It was worth noting too though, when she started info-dumping about her interests she really was adorable, an excitement in her grassy eyes you never see otherwise, gesturing wildly with her hands and mapping out ideas to make it easy for someone who's never seen any of it to digest all this new information.

“...And then, in the movies Into the Spiderverse and Across the Spiderverse, there's this character called Gwen Stacy.”

She stops to cough and clear her throat, now seemingly appearing to completely forget that you were even there.

“And- oh yeah! She's also in the comics and ugh she's awesome, I really love her suit. It's got a hood on it…if I were to have a spider suit, it would be her style. Hm, it would also be mostly like, green…with red accents, ah I'm gonna show you all the sketches I made of it. But anyway…”

To be completely honest, you've been out of the mood for enough time now, and you've come to the realization that it actually didn't bother you.

This was Ellie, and you loved her for her! There was always next time you two met for a smoke session, you just loved spending time with someone so treasured such as her, and you'd be lying to say the Spiderman world wasn't a little interesting.

"That's so cool, wait. Okay can you explain the timeline of it all, oh and also how do all these different movies interact, is it the same universe, or something like the multiverse I think you mentioned?”

[almadelsur]

💋 The Turmoil One Suffers

summary: In the second installment of The Secrets One Keeps, a relaxing day on the pogue proves to be anything but, with your inner struggles getting the better of you and JJ hot on your tail.

jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, talks of suffocation ig? plz let me know if I've missed anything.

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering I first wrote this like 3 years ago. Also, for those asking, I won't be doing a taglist for this fic bc I'm lazy and technologically deficient.

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You shouldn’t have been smoking, it made you feel uneasy, paranoid even.

You had found yourself on the pogue in the wake of Pope’s incessant bitching about how you had to make up for ditching them last night. The guilt had made you cave in. As he spoke, all that had flashed through your head was images of Rafe. You on top of Rafe, Rafe with his hands around your neck, the way Rafe’s hair felt between your fingers as you gripped on it when he got messy between your-

“Dude” Sarah’s voice snapped you out of your recurring thoughts.

You turned your head to her as you took a drag of the blunt JJ had rolled, "hmm?"

“I asked if you wanted a beer?”

You checked the time on your phone, 12pm. After enduring 3 hours on this floating nightmare, you decide you're probably deserving of one.

“uh yeah sure.” You took another hit, extending your arm to grab the cold bottle.

You bought the edge of the glass bottle up to your lips and took a swig, letting the liquid wash over your cotton mouth. A swig swiftly turning into a gulp as thirst suddenly became itself known to you. One gulp then turned to two and before you knew it the bottle dried out.

JJ eyed your every move, the feeling that had been bugging him since you got into the Twinkie that morning had now grown into full-blown concern. Your unusual behaviour was deafening with the sounds of alarm bells.

“Thirsty?” He spoke with furrowed brows, prompting Pope to chuckle though no joke had been intended.

Your eyes flickered towards JJ momentarily and instantly you knew what he was  thinking. Anger disguised as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Sarah will you pass me another? Mines empty.” Defiance clear in your tone, causing a thick tension to settle over the boat.

“'s a bit it early to start chugging drinks isn’t it?” JJ speaks up again before Sarah has time to respond.

You scoffed as you turned to him once more, maintaining eye contact as you took a long drag from blunt. As you exhaled the smoke, the thick white cloud blurred his features.

“Sarah” you tried again.

You hear a small sigh as she hands you another bottle.

“Thank you” You took another swig at the bottle, hoping the liquid would force down the concoction of guilt and anger that swirled in your mouth.

“So like am I saying words out loud or is it just in my head?” JJ tried, at this point he just wanted a reaction out of you.

“You asked me to come here.” Your tone was snippy, as another burst of smoke entered your system.

“well my mistake clearly.” He was getting pissed off now, and you couldn’t deny the sick satisfaction it gave you. You knew it was unfair, he hadn’t done anything wrong, you just couldn’t help it.

Pope cleared his throat. “This is a whole lotta tension for such a little boat.” He tried to lighten the mood but his joke fell flat.

As you downed your second beer, you took another drag. “It is isn’t it?” You turned to him.

“Maybe you should have some of this JJ, it’ll help you relax.” You threw the blunt in his direction, letting it fall at his feet.

“What the hell crawled up your ass today?” JJ spat at you, picking up the blunt.

The mixture of alcohol and weed infected your system, your breathing became staggered as you suddenly became hyper aware of the layers clinging onto your body.

You don't answer. Instead choosing to stand up and remove your T-shirt. Rafe returned to your mind as you focused on the image of him mimicking your same actions. Your trousers were next to go. You pushed them down whilst picturing Rafe’s hands running down your legs.

Pope eyed Sarah and JJ who’s gaze were trained on you and your movements.

“Whatcha doing there bud?” Sarah asked watching you strip down to your underwear.

“I’m too hot” was all you said, stepping off the edge of the boat and letting yourself plunge into the cool water below you.

As you became completely submerged, you breathed out all of the air in your irritated lungs. Leaving you empty and heavy as you continued to sink. The muffled noises of the water hit against your head yet all you could hear was your thoughts racing. 

As the need for air increased, the rush of thought slowed. You liked it. The weightlessness of your body, mixed with the numbing of all of your senses was peacefull. A welcome change from the overdrive your body had been running on for the past year. 

You forced yourself to stay down there, pushing your physical boundaries. A split second before completely losing consiousness you emerged again, letting the air penetrate through your system and invade your insides as it worked to reboot your muscles before giving life again to the internal mayhem in your mind again. 

You floated with your head above the surface and your back facing the pogues. You couldn’t find yourself to act remotely interested in what they thought about your little show. 

JJ in turn felt as though he was slowly loosing his head. He felt dumbfounded because it wasn’t just your behaviour that was different, your entire demeanour and vibe was off and he failed to comprehend what could have happened in the span of 12 hours for you to return to him a complete different person. 

Sarah could see the way he looked at you, he was hot on your tail and she panicked trying to divert his calculating eyes from you. “So” she spoke up loud enough so that you could hear and be part of the conversation should you wish to. “Theres a party at my house tonight.”

“Oh really?” JJ answered, evidently uninterested as he continued his stare down with the back of your head. 

“Yeah Ward’s out of town with Rose and y'know Rafe, any opportunity he has to get shitfaced he’ll take it.” Relief washed over her as JJ’s eyes finally unglued from you. 

At the mention of Rafe your ears perked up. 

“Do you guys wanna come?” A devilish grin on her face evident as she spoke. 

“A kook party? We wouldn't be welcome.” Pope answered for the three of you, prompting a scoff from Sarah. 

“It’s my house too, plus I already threatened Rafe to let me invite you guys. I told him I’d snitch on him otherwise.” She shrugged.

“I’m sure he loved that” JJ added, amused at the thought of antagonising the Cameron boy. 

“Well what did he say?” Three pairs of eyes turned to you as you finally spoke up from the water, now facing the boat again. 

JJ couldnt help the face that your question caused him to pull. Why did you suddenly care about what Rafe Cameron had to say? Sarah already said they could go so why did it even matter? 

“He said whatever as long we stay away from him.” Her answer caused Pope and JJ to roll their eyes. It had been somewhat of a lie though. 

Because what Rafe had really said when Sarah had threatened him was, “whatever just stay away from us, and why don't you go ahead and bring that sexy little friend of yours.” 

To which Sarah had replied with, “We wouldn’t want to hang out with you and your classist friends anyway. Also, Kiara’s with JJ, and Y/N wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole so.” Unkowing of the situation between you and Rafe.

Looking back at it now, Rafe’s coy response of “we’ll see” suddenly made much more sense to her as she shuddered slightly in disgust. 

“Can’t we take a night off? I mean don’t you guys think we’ve been going a little extra hard recently?” Pope tried to reason as you swam back up towards the boat, forcing yourself on board again. 

“I’ll be there.” You interjected as the water ran down your body, soaking the deck of the hms. 

“we all will be.” JJ fired back, a confusing swirl of concern and anger towards your attitude fought for dominance within his head. 

You ignored him once more and lay back on the sodden deck, letting your persistant introspection rest as the blanket that was intoxication comforted you. You looked up at the clouds and the weighlessness returned. Before you knew it, he sounds of Pope and Sarah chatting drifted away with the soft waves that carried the boat. You lost grip on consciousness as the sun lulled you to sleep.

Around half an hour went by before JJ spoke up. “hey" he double checked you were definitely asleep.

He took your silence as confirmation before turning to the other two. “Y'all saw that right?”

“Saw what?” Sarah played dumb even though he she knew exactly what he was referring to.

“the way she was acting” He whisper shouted, confused as to why no one else seemed remotely worried. “It was like she hated us.” He spoke with the tone of a wounded man.

“Yeah… us.” Pope muttered under his breath.

“I think she’s just tired J, she uh- she had a long night.” Sarah stiffled what had been something between a laugh and a groan.

“Nah guys look- I know her, that wasn’t normal.” JJ didn’t ease up.

“We all know her.” Pope jumped on the defensive.

“c’mon dude it’s not just me, somethings obviously wrong”

At this point Sarah wished for anything to distract him, because as much as JJ wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academic performance, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. And he definitely knew what he was talking about when it came to you.

“Maybe It’s.. you know..” Pope waggled his eyebrows. “Her time…” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “of- of the month?”

“Nice Pope.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“’s not that. Guys look listen to me somethings definitely wr-“ the ringing of his phone interrupted JJ mid sentence. Saved by the bell. Literally.

JJ grabbed his phone and his frown eased up slightly as he looked at the caller ID.

“Hey baby” his tone made it seem like whatever he had been worrying about softened it’s grip on him at the sound of her voice. “Uh huh, okay give us ten and we’ll be there.” He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Kie?” Sarah asked, praying he wouldn’t resume his ramble.

“Yeah she’s finished up at the wreck, wants us to go get her.” And with that the subject was dropped.

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The late afternoon breeze stroked you awake as you suddenly became aware of the voices around you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you stirred where you lay, your body stiff from the 4 hour positioning against the hard wood of the hms. You slowly sat yourself up and threw your T-shirt back on your body before turning back to glance at the now complete group of pogues. Fuck how long had you been out for.

You let your eyes linger on Kiara and JJ a couple of seconds longer than everybody else. He laughed carelessly pulling her tighter against his side. You groaned out quietly and reached for your phone, typing out that damned name.

To Rafe: Having a party and you didn’t invite me? I’m almost offended.

Almost instantly a reply came through.

Miss me already?

You rolled your eyes as he sent you another.

Figured Sarah would open her big mouth, better see you tonight ;)

“Morning Camper.” John B spoke up. You turned around to face him, every single one of them with their attention on you.

“Hey can you take me home?” You directed at no one in particular.

“You don’t wanna stay and hang out?” Kie asked, she wanted to reach you, connect with you.

“I just want to go home” You were irritated and your head hurt, you were certainly in no mood for any of this.

John B was next to try “C’mon man we haven’t all hung out like this in ag-“

“Fuck just take me home” You lashed out. “please” You added in an attempt to soften the blow.

Silence fell over the pogues as John B lifted himself up and steered the boat towards the direction of your house.

As you hopped down you muttered a joyless goodbye to everyone.

“Wait! I’ll walk you in.” JJ peeled himself away from Kiara and followed behind you, slightly speeding as you hadn’t bothered to stop and wait.

He walked beside you, waiting until you were both out of hearing distance from the others.

“why are you angry?” He spoke up.

“I’m not angry.” You tried to walk faster but a calloused hand stopped you.

“Stop. Just stop.” You heard the desperation in his voice as he turned you around to face him. “can you just talk to me? Look whatever I did to piss you off I’m sorry. You just- you were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you hate us-“

“Stop JJ” You just wanted it to stop. The consequence of your actions pounding down on you with every word that left his mouth.

“Stop what?!” He couldn’t help but shake you.

“Talking! Stop talking!” You shoved him forcefully off of you.

“The hell's wrong with you?! dude I’m worried about you. Today’s just been so weird.” His fingers shoved themselves through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

The familiar lump in your throat began to form at the sight of your best friend.

“I’m tired J.” It wasn’t a lie, you really were fucking exhausted. You were tired of lying, tired of watching the boy you loved love someone else, tired of trudging through your life heartbroken.

“You’re lying.” He shook his head like a disappointed parent. “Why you lyin' to me?”

“JJ. I’m. Tired.” You screwed your eyes shut as your breathing began to quicken “I’m not lying I’m just-“

“Okay alright.”  His embrace cut you off. “I believe you.” He hated seeing you upset. Having known you practically his whole life, he also knew that nothing ever got resolved when you got like this, so he dropped the subject.

You almost broke down then and there, using everything you had in you to move your arms around him, hugging him back.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the meaning behind your words far greater than he could realise.

“Hey it’s okay, we all have off days right?” He let go of you and gave you a small smile.

“Right.” Your remained court and quiet. 

“I’ll see you tonight. Go rest for a bit okay?”

You nodded and began to walk away before his voice stopped you once more.

“Yo” You turned to see that he had shoved his hands in pockets. “You’d tell me if something was wrong right?” He hated that he even had to ask.

“Mhm, course” You lied straight through your teeth before turning and walking away from him uninterrupted. You knew that as soon and as your bedroom door closed behind you, you’d sink down into a pit of despair and loathing.

Whilst the resolution had given him a little comfort, something deep inside told him that this wasn’t the end of it.

Perhaps he should have left things alone, maybe then things wouldn’t have escalated to extent that they were about to.

So as he watched you walk away, JJ stood there unknowing of what was to come. Unknowing of the way things were about to change between you forever.

[slugg4rd]

Brain rot so bad I’m posting on Tumblr💔

Haymitch x gn reader rambling ig?!?!

Word count: 1.2k

He’s a stubborn alcoholic with depression who copes by being rude or otherwise sarcastic, you test his patience SO MUCH. He knows he hates you, that’s about it, but also he finds a good deal of fun in goading you and bantering with you whenever you’re around. This man is a handful, and he’s mean, and he has literally no patience for bs.

Idk how you win him over, the logistics don’t matter rn I’m going nutty thinking about him. Imo I love the whole co-mentor thingy, anything that forces him to be around you bc otherwise he’s off hiding somewhere moping. Like imagine being depressed together, fighting over your different tastes in drinks or coping. He’s hugging a whole bottle of liquor or maybe wine if it’s fancy enough and he’s scrutinizing your fruity cocktail like it’s any of his business.

Especially love the thought of getting drunk with him, at this point he just falls asleep when he’s buzzed but he’s trying to stay awake just to bicker and get as much of a reaction from you as he can. The only time he shuts up is if you roast tf out of him, he’d slump down into a chair or on the couch mumbling something barely coherent and then he’s out like a light.

Or, even better, you’re both sleepy drunks and start nodding off at the bar. You barely remember the walk to bed, all you know is somehow you’re still arguing with Haymitch. He throws himself onto the mattress, your mattress, both to piss you off and because he’s too burnt out to bother walking to his own bed across the hall. You flop down next to him and then all of a sudden you’re waking up hungover and half hugging that fool. The both of you freak out to find you’re in bed with one another, fearing the worst, and eventually having to accept the harsh reality that you spent the whole night cuddling and nothing more.

He doesn’t just refuse to admit he likes you, he’s literally oblivious to even the idea of it. No he definitely doesn’t enjoy your company, and he definitely doesn’t seek you out, and there’s no way he would ever think about you outside of your brief and unfortunate interactions. But then you start joking around talking about some pretty celebrity or a handsome victor from another district and suddenly he’s so defensive.

“Her? She’s two faced.”

“Him? He’s not even average.”

“Them? They’re frugal.”

He can’t even begin to realize he’s getting jealous, he’s too busy trying to shoot down all your compliments to these half baked crushes.

But if you compliment him he thinks you’re joking. You say he looks handsome and he’s all “Haha, very funny, y’know you look good too- with your mouth shut.” He’s gonna go for the jugular, but also he finds it getting harder and harder to insult you. Since when did your annoying smile become something he could tolerate? He must still be drunk..

You’ve wormed your way into his life and his head and suddenly you’re over at his house in the Victor’s Village, cleaning up for him while talking about self care and how he deserves it. You’re infuriating, and yet his lawn is trimmed and his walkway is clear of weeds and even his bookshelves are free of dust- and maybe he should go outside for a bit today and get some fresh air.

You’re tidying everything up and then he’s bringing you some old Knick Knacks, keeping track of your hobbies so he can leave you gifts, forcing you to sit down and relax for a minute between daily stressors. You call him an enabler and the laughter that follows makes your heart all fuzzy in the worst way. Every time you do something for him he thanks you in a way that makes it clear he didn’t think anyone would ever do this for him. And when you thank him for his gifts, his occasional reality checks, and his unwilling hospitality, he can’t help but feel more proud than he should that something he did held even an ounce of substance in your life.

How do you even confess??? Do you??? It’s like one second nothing was there and the next you both just agreed that you were a thing, end of discussion. He’s yours, you’re his. You’ve basically moved in at this point, and you’ve been egging him on and showing him he’s worth the effort, and it’s starting to get through his thick skull that maybe there’s worth in improvement. You don’t fix him, as I said before, he’s stubborn, but he finds his own rationale getting weaker and weaker each time he tries to argue why he should go out for drinks tonight. And then when things break and you’re telling him just what he means to you, he’s finding himself falling into you like a damn safety net.

And once he’s got you he is not letting go.

Protective is one thing, this man is clingy. Like Velcro. But he’s a brat and he’s not going to let you tell him how needy he is, it’s just a coincidence that he’s always by your side. He’ll say he’s “keeping you in line” its “your fault” because you’re in his way, but you both know he’s been following you around on his own fruition. He’s attached to your hip at this point, literally. He has a particular affinity though, and that’s hugging you from behind. He just comes up like he owns the place and wraps his arms around your midsection, shoving his face into the back of your neck with the biggest sigh he can muster. And if you reach up to play with his hair that’s it, he’s going to drag you to whatever couch is closest and have an impromptu nap session.

Also did I mention he’s petty? Because he is. And he’s annoying unlike anything. You go to sit down in a chair? He’s already seated in it, patting for you to come into his lap. You want to try a bite of his food? He’s making you take it from his mouth. You need to shower? He’s asking to come so he can keep you company. And if you let him join you, he’s 100% sitting there watching while going on about how “you missed a spot” just to see how irritated you can get.

Letting him come into the bathroom with you when you shower is like making a deal with the devil. This man is going above and beyond for your attention while you’re trying to focus on the task at hand. He’s definitely offering to help you out, saying he can scrub your back for you and all that, it’s up to you whether you let him join or kick him out.

Either way after you’re done he’s so soft and tender, wrapping you in a towel and drying your face off, saying you look like a drowned rat while also telling you that you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He ruffles your hair with the towel just to squeeze it around you and grab you by your waist, pulling you until you kiss him. But if you’re still mad at him he’ll keep drying you off and messing with you until he can get you to crack a smile, and then he’s peppering kisses all over your cheeks as you push his face away.

He’s a nuisance, but he’s your nuisance, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ummm anywho that’s all I got 🙏

[bydragonfireandblood]

Honestly, best part about watching HotD was that it gave me a free blocklist to weed out any jonsas (because ridiculous number of the green stans seem to be jonsas!) I might've missed the first time around with GoT. But what's absolutely baffling is how many claim to be feminists. I'll go to their blog to block them and their bio will be something like "She/her, feminist" and it's just like... what kind of mental acrobatics do you have to be doing to believe that??

Let's see, shall we? Just off the top of my head, jonsas (and fairly often Sansa's more... "special" stans) like to

Put down Dany and Arya for not being "feminine enough" (i.e. their ideal femininity, which ig means women can't be anything else). As if expecting women to conform to a standard of what's "feminine enough" isn't part of the problem :/

Constantly claim Sansa can't be held accountable for her mistakes because she's a child, but then regularly claim another child is unforgivable for her mistakes and should die for it

Imply (and sometimes even say) that Dany shouldn't be breaking the wheel. You mean the patriarchy? You, an alleged feminist, don't think the patriarchal system ASoIaF has is awful and dumb??

Suggest that Jon is actually going to politically manipulate Dany by pretending to love her but really he's doing it for Sansa. That is... disgusting on more levels than I could count, but I'll simplify it to "wanting to see an ending where a woman is manipulated sexually and then murdered by her male lover when she's no longer useful is gross and you should feel gross" because apparently they can't read at more than a 2nd grade level

Ignore the fact that this already-misogynistic plotline would be, in their dreams, so the man can get together with their favorite woman instead. Because putting down a woman like a dog in favor of another woman isn't bad, apparently

Absolutely hate the fact that Dany is a subversion of the prophecied hero trope because she's the "Princess who was promised". This would be a wonderful twist on the trope instead of the sexist "but actually it was the man all along!" one, which has been done to death already

Crack jokes about Dany being infertile and how that would "make Sansa a better wife for Jon, bc she can give him an heir". Ah yes, implying it's a woman's duty and purpose to have kids and that anyone who can't is broken. Wonderful example of feminist rhetoric, you guys

And this very much extends to the green stans too! Little wonder so many stansas seem to love Alicent, since they're both "women who have to suffer through the patriarchy". Let's see what our precious, definitely-feminist Alicent has done, shall we?

The big one: actively trying to prevent a woman from rising to the Throne so she can be replaced by her son, a man

The son, I should add, being utterly unfit to rule and she knows it (unless she's absolutely fucking stupid, there's no way she could not know Aegon would be a bad king). I mean, he assaulted serving staff, disappears to the slums to watch his bastards fight to the death, and when he was supposed to be king he fled. Rulership material indeed :/ But Alicent seems to think a penis makes him suited to rule despite all that

Straight-up admits that Viserys was less suited to rule than Rhaenys on account of temperament... but then in the next breath ask Rhaenys to help her uphold the male succession that fucked her over, in favor of a man even less suitable for kingship than Viserys was

And on the note of the serving girl... silencing rape victims is not feminist. At all. I recognize HotD's societal standards are different, but idk, they sure like to apply modern standards like war crimes to Dany and Rhaenyra so I think I'll do the same here

Resents Rhaenyra for finding happiness in her own relationships. Look, what happened to her was awful and I felt bad for her, but once she turned around and started putting other women down for not suffering like she did, instead of trying to see the system that caused her suffering ended... that's where she went wrong. (Also I feel like reminding everyone Laenor was gay. Did greens want Nyra to maritally rape her husband?? How dare a woman have an enjoyable sex life)

Book Alicent legitimately hoped that "mayhaps the whore will die in childbirth" because that's absolutely a feminist girlboss thing to say

Look, I have no problem with people liking or even defending either character for some of their actions. Even I'd admit the Greens are fun to watch despite being in the wrong, and that Sansa's bullying means her arc has potential for character growth towards realizing her ideal femininity is wrong. But when their stans start attacking other women for not accepting and conforming to the system? That's why I usually see urls/lots of posts about these characters as a red flag

If you're one of these people and I somehow haven't already blocked you? Please go outside and work on the internalized misogyny a bit before you claim to be feminist

[rollercoasterwords]

do you think it’s possible to experience some level of gender dysphoria without being nonbinary or trans? it’s weird but i always feel like i exist within the space between being a girl and nonbinary.

feel like there's a lot 2 unpack here but. short answer yeah long answer i don't think it's useful 2 thing of gender in terms of some strict divide between cis&trans as like. ontologically discrete categories of being so much as social labels that signify general groupings of experience & how an individual relates to & moves through the world. like the division between "cis" & "trans" is primarily useful, imo, for discussing broader systems of power at play & the forms of privilege different people might have access to, but a "cis" person's gender is just as socially constructed & contingent as a trans person's bc nobody is born w some internal physical kernel of gender identity that just magically manifests as they grow older (imo).

so w that in mind, if we're defining "gender dysphoria" here as any kind of discomfort w an assigned gender, then i don't see why people who would otherwise label themselves as "cis" couldn't experience some level of gender dysphoria. many cis people are uncomfortable w the various trappings of gender & navigate that discomfort in different ways--some might end up identifying as trans, some might identify as cis but gender non-conforming, some might just keep id'ing as cis...bc again, there is not like. this stark, inherent divide between trans & cis experiences; there can be overlap & crossover, etc. what an individual chooses to label themself really just comes down to how they personally end up navigating their gender, and there's no right or wrong way to go abt that. i guess the flipside of this question is that someone could say any amount of gender dysphoria means a person is trans (w trans here as a broad umbrella category signifying someone who doesn't fit neatly into their agab), which...i mean, sure, but again, i think plenty of people who would otherwise be considered "cis" aren't just magically embodying their agab either, so ig i don't really see the use in quibbling over who can or cannot experience gender dysphoria, or like...what "counts" as gender dysphoria. i think it makes more sense 2 just acknowledge that all gender is constructed & let each individual evaluate their own experiences in deciding how they wanna label themselves.

that being said, if ur asking this question bc ur agonizing over whether 2 label urself cis or nb bc u feel like u aren't like..."trans" enough. my advice is 2 just say who cares & use whatever label best fits ur experience. or just don't use a label at all! there isn't some standard or checklist u have 2 meet 2 label ur gender a certain way, y'know? and ur experience of gender might change throughout the course of ur life anyway, bc again, it's not like...a fixed kernel of truth u can unearth from ur psyche like buried treasure. also, u might find marquis bey's cistem failure a helpful read; they get into the weeds on this much better than i can in a single answer on tumblr.com lol

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas, it’s Swiftie anon!

My concert went okay, my cello section was off by a beat, and so were some a violins, and the violas went to fast. No one noticed tho, so it was fine.

I forgot to mention this in my last message but my sister’s band concert was like a barbecue kind of and all my friends were there, and it was nice to hang out with them out of school, bc it felt like I was, idk, breathing better, I feel lighter with them, safe ig. It was, really nice. It kind of made me remember what it was like to be young, careless, happy without worry.

second thing, I got my culinary teacher to sign my yearbook, which I’ve been trying to make myself do since I got my yearbook (Wednesday-ish, I think, Tuesday? Idk), before it was too long to be embarrassing. She’s one of my favorite teachers, with my 6th grade ela and social studies teacher, and my 5th grade teacher, probably my favorite since I like talked to her and stuff when I had her class last semester. so I went to her class during study hall, and it was really nice to see her. She was playing the eras tour movie bc someone bought movie in class but said she could pick. She smiled when she saw me, and called me a nickname for my actual name. She’s been doing it for awhile now, and usually I don’t like it, (for example I had a friend who was called Syd, she didn’t like the sound of it in general and people called her Sid the science kid) and like, my pe teacher calls me that bc 2 syllables is too long to say. But when she says it it doesn’t feel like she’s rushing through my name, idk, it makes me feel good. she signed my yearbook, and I asked about the movie, so she explained what was going on, and said I could stay, which I like really wanted to, but I left after. While she was signing my yearbook she was smiling, even tho I was standing there awkwardly thinking about what to say and when she put her hand on my shoulder (she put her hand on my head once, and I didn’t mind that either), and said something like, it was good to see you! I hope I’ll see you next year! And I nodded and said mm-hm, (and I really do want her class next year) bc I got nervous standing in a class that wasn’t mine, yk? I still haven’t gotten to my point yet, so when I got home, my mom put her hand on my shoulder, the same shoulder and it made me uncomfortable. Maybe it’s cause she gripped my shoulder tighter, and she was saying how she prayed that “I show people the garden inside instead of the weeds” and I kind of realized then that it’s like, not supposed to be like that. I should be ok with my mom, more comfortable with my mom touching me than one of my teachers.

and about the church thing, it is bad. Like, I grew up going to church (my mom and her side of the family are Christian) and I didn’t really believe in god then, it was just to make my mom happy. And I stopped going during Covid, and didn’t go back, bc I didn’t believe in anything in 6th grade, and I still say “God, you’re stupid,” like as a swear. And it always pisses me off when my mom says “it’s part of god’s plan” bc my life kind of sucks, and if god is real he’s an asshole. And like I have trouble believing in stuff bc my life still sucks, and so does the general stuff that’s happening, and if there’s like any godly entities, they’re all assholes.

About the crying thing, my dad has always hated when we cried, bc “it doesn’t do anything” that’s probably a him thing, since he’s a 50 year old Malaysian (gender roles are a lot more emphasized there), that grew up poor as shit. Like one time our family was in me and my sister’s room, and they just finished yelling at us and they all left except him, and then when all I wanted to do was cry myself to sleep, he told me to stop crying, which maybe he thought was comforting, but it was just, suffocating. He’s gotten better, I started crying bc I lost my pencil he gave me from Malaysia, and what’s worse was that my mom said “idk why she cries sm” and she’s always said it’s okay to cry, to my dad when I did when I was younger.

I can never message the hotline when I’m doing like, really bad bc usually my parents are yelling at us for being on our phones too much, and I can’t get on my phone without panicking about their reaction for the next day or so. I usually just put forever winter on loop and I get a bit better. oh and my brother’s graduation is tomorrow so I have to worry about my parents being transphobic to his friend, (I’m also stellar anon *dramatic music*) my dad recently was talking about my brother’s friends and said with (friend) and (deadname—I mean, a) but my mom was there and she made a face. And two of my aunts are coming for his graduation.

thats all for now, that was way longer than intended, sorry! Have a good day/night cas!

Hi hon!

Honestly, my mind is blown that you’re two anons, but it makes sense lol. *goes to adjust spreadsheet*

I think what you said about touch is super important because touch is, when it comes down to it, about trust. And it seems like you trust your teacher more than your mom. Which is definitely sad to realize. But I think trust has to do with feeling accepted, and it seems like your teacher has shown more acceptance than your mom, unfortunately. I mean it even shows that with your dad and the whole crying thing.

And yeah, religion is hard. I get that so much. It’s hard to believe in something when things suck, especially when that belief is forced on you.

As far as the hotline, do you have access to discord? I can give you my discord if that’s helpful.

Sending love 🥰

[vacantgodling]

❄, 🔥, 🌈, and ☀️ for the ask game !!!

thank you henrike i hope ur doing well 💛

☀️ Sun - What's your favorite part of your WIP?

ough since i’m writing paramour ig i’ll answer for that wip and it’s basically just the actual lengthy overly flowery and descriptive prose has actually been so much fun for me. i should write all my wips like this (i can’t bc it doesn’t fit the vibe of every story so i won’t but ough i love it)

❄️ Snow - Who is your coldest / most stoic character and how do they express themselves (if at all)?

i very much enjoy making stoic characters so i do have several of different varieties. the MOST stoic characters would probably be

jenna magboo (jenna the reaper): because she has flat affect and she has no intonation in her voice whatsoever (until yehna partially possesses her). she usually expresses herself through her actions and she’s very physically affectionate with people she likes. her and carlos hold hands and cuddle quite often and she tends to cling onto people’s clothing as a means of showing care.

rosmarin “red” (red death & the oracle’s favor): our lovely mc who has severe trauma and thus has an extremely difficult time expressing her emotions. she doesn’t tend to show her feelings because showing emotions makes her have physical panic attacks. she does grow a bit better at expressing them through getting closer to hel but she’ll always probably be awkward.

kalifia fandel (tcol): she doesn’t express emotions mostly because being [redacted] she is not familiar with the range of emotions that terraneans feel or can express. she comes across as cold and heartless but she’s honestly very, very neutral about most things. the only thing she expresses any emotion towards for a long time is flowers. she likes them and presses them in notebooks. but other than that she has no interest in being palatable to others because that would impede her mission regardless.

tomb (the graves we dug): similarly to kalifia, tomb is a man bound by duty. being a bounty hunter, attachments get you killed or the other party killed and it’s better to simply detach yourself from all things. he thinks graves and dove are in their predicament because they both care too much. this being said, he isn’t completely cut off from his emotions. he’s just very good at repression and restraint. in another life (his youth) he used to be very expressive and still could be if he chose to. so it’s less that he can’t express care or himself, he just doesn’t.

🔥 Wildfire - Who is your most emotional character and why?

oh god i have a Lot of emotional characters but let’s see if i can narrow it down to my beacons of emotional range:

marco azarola etxebarria (vdtrt): he just has a zest and zeal and love of life, literal ray of sunshine who can draw virtually anyone into his orbit. probably the biggest extrovert of all the vlad protection squad (runner ups being awilda and darren respectively). he’s one of those who doesn’t let his circumstances damper his vibe. +weed helps LMAO.

piper fairwind & san dearborn (tcol): yeah these two but in opposite directions. piper is similar to marco except it’s somewhat more internal. she feels everything intensely as she’s only had herself to rely on for much of her life and in turn she had to become her own advocate, her own cheerleader, her own parent etc. it’s an attitude born out of necessity perhaps. for san it’s the opposite because she was constantly spurned and pushed to the side so she had to fight for what little respect she could get. because of that they tend to run hot tempered and take things that may just be jokes too seriously;;; especially when either of them are with each other emotions are WILD and all over. i just know someone out there is going to ship them and lemme just say, i understand.

thei (god eater): it’s a bit of a cheat to put him here but it’s true. being the last god eater, thei has access to the entire combined consciousness of the singularity within him; so thats hundreds of thousands of emotional ranges potentially at any given moment. he’s kind of like an extreme empath LMAO. he actually tends to be more stoic to try and regulate these intense emotions, however when they get the better of him and he cries, his emotions literally can destroy the entire world basically. it’s why it’s a good thing he has taj to help him bc tbh he was barely holding on before taj came into his life.

🌈 Rainbow - What do you think makes your story unique / stand out?

round this out with paramour again but tbh i feel like the entire premise and the style i’m going for is sort of a slight modernization of types of gothic adjacent stories we haven’t really seen in books the past some odd years. also the fact that it’s got an all black cast for the subject matter and themes is definitely different!

[pinkspiraling]

tw nsfw (a little), ed, sh, suicide

(sorry lmao i’m not doing well just skip past)

nothing fucking helps anymore like i can’t really get drunk, i drink and drink and get tipsy but never fully drunk yk, i never forget i barely feel happy for 5 minutes and that’s it. i never sleep through the night anymore, i have anxious dreams and toss and turn. even orgasms aren’t the same at all, there’s no satisfaction it’s just disappointing and lonely. the only thing that makes me feel better for a second is food and theres SM food that i keep gaining weight and then i hate myself and i’m spending so much money on it but it’s like the only thing. i’m too lazy to sh, too lazy to get weed, almost too lazy to get alc although i end up forcing myself. even fic is mildly disappointing most of the time. i’m so lonely i’m so tired and i can’t get anything to fix it for a moment it’s so miserable all my ways of coping (even if they’re shitty) aren’t helping and i thought it was lexapro but ig not bc i’m off it it’s still that way. i can’t even cry i can’t even feel much other than wanting so badly to die and asking myself over and over when and how. this fucking sucks i’m over it, i don’t wanna keep doing this. maybe i will get weed tomorrow and maybe that can help for a while, i just feel like idk when this ends idk when this gets better

[queer0fhearts]

When you forget your ex best friends bday & get flooded with photos from her friends we share on all social media.. I guess.. I miss my friends 😞 what is wrong with me? Am I just that terrible? Maybe.. I'm just gonna cry over people leaving me like I usually fucking do... There's honestly nothing else to do besides trying to work on myself... I feel like all I do is back step when I think about these things. My other ex best friend's bday is the 7th... So it just doesn't help. They don't want me anywhere near them.

I wish I could just fix myself... I've overcome a lot of drug & alcohol abuse & no one even knows? Ironically, my family thinks the opposite 😅 I don't even use half of my anxiety & sleep meds I'm prescribed. Just weed that doesn't change but so much. Anyway... I don't know how to find value in my life when I feel like I'm going to lose everyone close to me. I wish I was a better person, a better friend & didn't burden others. I don't know how to get over this... People can try to relate & explain how people dift or change ...no, I was ousted. Out of nowhere ousted in both situations. B, my recent best friend that has been my best friend for over 10 years, just dropped me. Ghosted, then unfriended me.. her fam is still on my page.. talked to her mom but idk maybe it'll just take time since she's dealing with herself.. but she picked her other best friend that hated me. I didn't care? So go ahead, ig... I did do something wrong in that friendship... But again, was good before getting ghosted. How do I love anything about myself when people who are just my friends that seem to relate to me so much, just leaves me? I'd say that's why, but it isn't... I'm just a blob of pain & sad that leeches on others bc I can't help myself.

[imtheworst-imsorry]

i’ve only been here since monday and they put me on wheelchair/bed rest bc apparently i’ve somehow Lost weight since i got here. which my ed is happy about but i’m not thrilled about the wc/br because i’m not even allowed to go to groups which seems counterintuitive, they did let me go see the therapy dog that came today (i think they may have taken pity on me since it’s my birthday today) and technically my media privileges were suspended bc i didn’t complete dinner last night (i only managed like 2 tiny bites before i broke down sobbing) but they let me listen to some music to calm me down and then i just chilled out the rest of the night, and now i guess since i completed tonight and i’m being compliant with wc/br they let me have my phone and laptop, which is nice. all the staff are really nice and supportive and patient with me and all the other patients that i’ve talked to have been nice, i’m really bad at remembering names so i feel bad constantly asking people their names again but oh well. my mom is coming to visit in a bit which will be good, i feel really bad about putting my parents through all this and about being here on my birthday, which i don’t really like anyway, i know they’re sad i’m not home, but they want me to get the help and support i need so it is what it is. they make us drink SO MUCH water, i didn’t think i was very dehydrated but i guess i was, i swear i’ve never peed this much in my life, but at least that means my kidneys are working ig lol. my first ekg was a bit wonky so they redid it and it was a little better, and i had a bone density scan earlier, too. it took them a lot of time and confusion trying to figure out how to get me my T shots while i’m here but they finally got it together and i’m getting it tonight, thank goodness, bc in another day or so i’d start feeling REALLY shitty. they did scare the (metaphorical) crap out of me when they said my drug screening came back with amphetamines and ecstasy (and weed but i knew that would be there and i told them i smoke so that’s whatever) but apparently wellbutrin can sometimes give a false positive for those kinds of drugs, i think i would have keeled over if i hadn’t been sitting down bc aside from when my psychiatrist and i were trying adderall to see if it would help my adhd (it didn’t) i’ve never even been near those drugs, i made a pact with myself after everything went to shit in brooklyn that i’m NEVER doing anything harder than weed and i told them that (unless i ever try some kind of depression treatment with like, ket or psychedelics or whatever but that would be under medical supervision) but they’re gonna redo my labwork in a few days to see if some of my other values are getting better. i’m pretty sure i have my full treatment team meeting on friday, my parents are going to try to come if they can make it work with their schedule, and i’m hoping i feel less anxious about all the uncertainty once we do that, i don’t like unknown variables and there’s a lot of that right now but i’ve only been here not even 3 full days. really what i’m worried about other than just Everything is what kind of diagnosis i’m gonna get, and when i’m going to be able to start doing meal planning bc i’ll do a lot better when i can make my own choices and know what’s coming, and i’m worried they might take me off the wellbutrin bc you’re not supposed to be on it if you have an ed, but it’s the ONLY thing that’s ever even remotely helped me (along with the remeron that i’m on, too) but my doctor said he’s going to talk to my outside psychiatrist to coordinate care and i trust her to advocate for me about that bc she knows how hard it was to find something that works for me. so there’s still a lot of stuff i don’t have answers for yet, which i hate, but i kinda just have to trust the process and know that the people here know what they’re doing and keep doing my best bc that’s all i can do rn

[icouldjusteatyouup]

im not becoming better since ive been less active im just very upset and dont have the energy to write about it and not binge. i've been snacking on those onion crisp things bc they're low enough that i dont feel bad. put em in a small lil cup and pick at em slowly and you'll be good, ig. i just dont have anything to do besides exist n i dont even think people want me doing that so i just feel ass rn.

i wish i could smoke. my mother (sent me to jail to get rid of me, triggered my ed to relapse) has been emailing me trying to get me to respond and shes offering to give back my bong n some weed. idk.

i want it but i want nothing to do with her, shes the one who fucked up, why should i be the one to apologize. i gotta keep this fucking weight off n prove i'll always be better.

i guess it counts as binging but, i'm stickin to my routine. wish i'd fucking starve (derogatory)

[whoreishghost]

im doing increasingly badly: worse sleep, worse eating habits & thoughts around those, od two days ago, etc and i feel completely stuck as to what to do. every night i go to bed and say tomorrow im gna do a bit of tidying and go outside bc i Know that itll make me do more things and then i get up the next day and just fucking Smoke. Weed. instead, ig? i hate my life,, i feel useless, i feel like a waste of space and time. i ccan't get better from this.

[exquisit3c0rpse]

Oded again🫠

Ok so update ig?

TWWW: drvgs

B4 I spill the tea I js wanna say the high was dope tbh but still PLZ don’t do this I rly could’ve died last night bro 🙏🏽

but Ik sum ppl might do this n like not judging at all but Ik fs I’ve read shit on the Internet w tws and the ppl saying shit like “plz don’t do this” n I went right ahead n did that shit so if ur gonna do this don’t take alot of dxm or dph try to take a low dose of both if ur gonna mix them bc the high is rly rly intense

So I went to sleep n thought I wasn’t gonna feel shit even tho my dumb ass drank an entire bottle of Delsym took sum Benadryl n huffed an entire big ass bottle of air freshener and then I fkn wake up to my family freaking tf out bc they thought I was dead bc I was in a deep ass sleep n apparently I was stiff n I woke up n I was fried asl and I had to lie n bring out the waterworks and say I’m not gonna get high anymore n imma get therapy n all that jazz so now I’m under supervision bc they know I’m a druggie bc they thought I was js a pothead now I gotta b sober for a lil bit the only thing I can do is weed but that’s Alr ig

So now I gotta get high on the dl and I gotta hide all my fkn drvgs and imma PRAYYYYYYY they don’t catch me fuck I’m so scared my mom but is starting work soon so she’s not gonna be all up my ass so imma get high when she’s not here n like imma be home w my siblings n bffr they’re not hard to lie to it’s js my mom rly fkn isss😞🔫

N god it’s gonna suck when my bf comes over bc me n him take Benadryl together bc yk the high is dope and I don’t wanna tell him I oded bc I took xans b4 n told him bc he called me n I was fried n  it turned into an argument and he was like “oh why tf r u telling me that shit u think that’s gonna make me happy n I js don’t want u to die young” and all that bs so imma js say my mom got scared that I oded when I istg I didn’t or sum like that idk Ik he will lie 4 me tho so it’s chill I js gotta watch out 4 my mom🥲

On the (in my opinion) bright side I got tips 4 a good b1ade to cvt w n ngl I rly need to cvt I’m so fkn stressed out bc my mom said if she finds me huffing or oding she’s gonna tell evb n send me to rehab so yea cvtting will make me feel sm better I js gotta do pussy cvts bc I don’t want my fam to see it :(

CHAT IM LOWKEY SCARED

I took dxm and dph n I’ve never done that before🥲 but I hope the high is dope tho I’m js scared of my mom finding me fucked up lmao she found me oding and then she found me huffing like ughhh stopp let me die alreadyy

[mycelium-bf]

im stoned and having a lot of thoughts <3

[hotxcheeto]

hello, i wanted to ask you for a ellie x fem reader were there's a lot of dirty talk like ellie just talking bc she's so horny so she just says horny things ig and also she wanting to be called daddy instead of mommy pls ily sm 😭

━ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Smut, cursing, drug use (weed), jealous Ellie, afab reader, dirty talk, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), slight overstimulation, dom!Ellie, sub!Reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I literally hate this sm but I also kinda like it. Just bare with me, I don't have a daddy kink so this was lowkey rough.

"You look so pretty." You sat in a pair of underwear, only Ellie's shirt on covering your chest. Laying back along the couch your leg propped up on Ellie's shoulder with a blunt between your fingers. The girl across from you staring at you with a dopey smile that reached her slightly red, glossy eyes.

"You are you." You smiled back to her, handing her the joint and laying back against the pillow that rested against the arm of the couch. "I'm gonna be home late tomorrow." You then said, watching Ellie lay her head against your calf that still rested on her shoulder.

Laughing at the way you were sitting, but you felt way too heavy to move. Not that she minded.

"Why?" "Kenny wants me to help him with the extra loads we have. Move them, but he only has time right around when my shift ends. I won't be long." You stared at your fingers, moving the bracelet that Ellie had made for you out of string. Spinning it around your wrist.

Ellie only huffed, snuffing the blunt out and pushing your leg off her shoulder. "Don't get like that." You groaned, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest. "I don't like Kenny." "Ellie." You threw your head back with a whine.

"He likes you." "He does not. Even if he did, I'm your girlfriend, you realize that right?" You laughed, sitting up straight again, meeting her eyes. "That doesn't mean I have to like him." She leaned towards you, laughing as you gave her a playful glare.

"Whatever." You laughed leaning towards her so that your faces were only a few inches apart. "You're annoying." You whispered, laying back against the couch, throwing your legs onto Ellie's lap.

She didn't say anything but rolled her eyes with a slight grin. Her fingers soon landing on your thigh, rubbing patterns into your skin.

"That tickles." You muttered, trying to shift your leg away from her. "I like these ones." "Hm?" Ellie nodded to your underwear. "I bet Kenny would love to fucking see you in these." "You're not allowed to smoke anymore." Her eyes darkened, a lustful smile on her face. Pressing a kiss on the side of your knee.

"Why do you get like this?" You laughed. "You look so fucking good in my shirt. But y'know..." She began to crawl forward, sitting up on her knee, kissing down your inner thigh. Feeling you begin to squirm, a feeling beginning to enter your pussy. Aching almost as she got closer to your crotch.

"Ellie..." "...I think the shirt would look.." She kissed your skin right before your clothed cunt." "...so much better on the floor." Ellie then finished, kissing your lips, hands finding their way to your face. Pushing deeper into the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth.

"Ellie.." You giggled, feeling her kissing down your neck leaving little love bites in her path. "I'm gonna fuck you until you forget that assholes name." You could feel yourself clench around nothing, your cunt aching as her fingers trailed down your sides.

She reached your hips, hooking underneath the sides of the underwear. Slowly pulling them from your legs, dragging them down your thighs, fingers rubbing against your skin.

"Hurry up, quit teasing." You muttered, aching, begging for her to touch you. Pussy hitting the cold air sending shivers up your body. Ellie tossing your underwear somewhere else. "You have no idea how fucking how good you look." She said quietly, kissing your inner thigh once again.

"E-" You barely got a chance to speak, the girl leaning down between your legs taking a long lick up your slit. "Ellie fuck-" Your back arched off the bed, the weed mixed with being needy all day beginning to show in the both of you.

She only smiled at you, meeting your eyes as she sucked on your clit, tongue running over the sensitive, aching nub. Her arms holding your legs not allowing you to even close them a little. Giving no mercy, playing with your clit, green eyes watching you throw your head back in pleasure.

"That feels so fucking good- mmo-" Ellie knew the nickname that was about to pass your lips. You'd used it before, and it never failed to make her weak in the knees. But not tonight. Not with what's his face on the mind.

"Don't." "What?" You whined as she pulled away, eyes half lidded, staring at you through her eyelashes. "Call me what Kenny wishes you'd call him." "Ellie, please-" "C'mon..." She then teased. You tried pushing her head back down, a smirk still on her face.

"Don't call me mommy." "Fuck.." You groaned, practically begging her silently to continue. "Fine. Daddy." You said almost sarcastically, pissed off and aching. Your orgasm now farther away, a whine escaping your mouth as Ellie began little kitten licks along your clit.

"Again." "Fucking hell, fuck... daddy." You could feel your hips jerk towards her involuntarily. The girl beginning the attack on your clit once again. A loud moan pushing past your lips as a finger entered your hole brushing against your walls.

"Shit, shit-" You could feel yourself already getting closer, a tingly numb feeling flooding through your body. Still high from the weed, a tight knot forming in your stomach.

"Please daddy, fuck I'm gonna cum. Please don't stop-" And she didn't plan on it, picking up the pace and adding a finger. Watching your legs begin to shake, head thrown back displaying the now darkening hickies along your neck.

"Fuck-" You felt it all crash, cumming on Ellie's face harder then you had ever before. Loud moans pouring from your mouth, bouncing off the walls, filling the room with pornographic sounds.

"I can't, I can't-" You then start trying to push her head away, squeezing your thighs together as she came back up. Wiping her lips on the back of her hand, moving in to kiss you.

"You look so pretty." She whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead. You giggled, kissing her again on the lips, tasting yourself on her tongue. "So do you."

A/n: TACO BELL STEAK QUESADILLA