#weeeeee I’m tired

[rust-bearer]

Thank Primus the clinic had a backup generator. First Aid counted himself lucky for finding it in the storage room, and quickly moved it into position for later. No fuel inside it, but that was alright. Plenty he could scavenge for when he’d need to turn it on. Not yet, at least.

How long until power ran out? He didn’t know. It was still online for a little bit, but that would change soon. Two days… maybe, max. Probably less. He shouldn’t- he really shouldn’t shelter in this clinic, of all places, but it was surrounded by big stone walls and only had two entrances. Entrances that he’d already blocked off earlier, sealing the gates and pushing abandoned cars in front of them, and then piling barricades behind. It would have been easier to defend the clinic with more people. Faster. But he’d…

First Aid’s eyes flickered to the outside again. Through the window. And he could see the throngs of zombies filtering through the streets. Could still see people, rarely, run out into the street screaming. Sometimes being chased by other humans too. Sometimes right before being shot. The tires tracks of the army convoy were still visible, and the same was said about the bodies they left behind. Some still human.

No. First Aid didn’t need anyone else. Couldn’t risk it. He already had four mouths to feed- if he even managed to find someone, how could he trust them? How could he trust to leave them around the kids? As of now, everything was- fine. Okay. The oldest, a teenager named Cliff Racer- who’d been at the hospital for her broken leg- she could take care of the younger ones when First Aid would go out. She knew how to shoot a gun, knew how to take care of the littler kids. Of course it wasn’t ideal. But it was what they had.

How much fuel did they have stored? If power went out tonight, First Aid could run it. Should he run it? Maybe not. The windows weren’t covered yet. The fridges all had perishables, though- he’d need to clear them out first. The blood bags. The milk. How much baby formula did they have? He needed to get more. Shit- the vaccines- were all the kids up to date? The babies, certainly not. How many months old?… DTaP, IPV, HepB-

Breathe. First Aid took a shaky inhale in, and out. He hadn’t slept last night and he wouldn’t sleep tonight, either. Just naps through the day. Like night shift work. But it made him exhausted still, and he was panicking. Of course he’d panic. How could he feed all of them by himself? Take care of all of them? If both of the babies needed twenty cans of formula per month- finding that alone would be difficult. Nevermind feeding a growing child and a growing teenager. Even if he could do the most basic of food, rice and beans, how long would that even last? Before-

…Before what?

He didn’t know. He glanced back outside, and this time, towards the edge of the mountains that flanked the city.

Maybe it would be a good idea to move out soon.

[wielderofthechainsaw]

MAKING AN ARGOS ANIMATIC JAIQIAHHZAHAISLLSOEISZUZJ (might not finish it lol🤣)

[lavampira]

I need like a steaming cup of herbal tea and ibuprofen and a hug and a nest of blankets rn

[sondheim-girly]

I don’t want to today

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy taking care of shrunken bots with Brainstorm, Nautica, and Perceptor

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

Brainstorm

It was his fault that he became this tiny. He had been fiddling around with his latest creation when he had this little accident. Good thing Buddy and Nautica were in the lab when he turned tiny.

“Brainstorm? Brainstorm!”--Buddy

“Right here!”--Brainstorm

“Oh, my stars! You’re so tiny!”--Nautica

“I know right!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm is now roughly the size of a barbie doll. He is ready to discover his world from a new perspective. Granted he didn’t know he would end up being smaller than Buddy, but that’s beside the point.

Perceptor walks in as Brainstorm is trying out his out his altmode in the lab, with a frantic Buddy running across the desk trying to catch him and Nautica trying to get him in the air.

“Weeeeee!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm stop flying so fast!”--Nautica

“Nautica get your wrench ready. If you need to hit him, then do it!”--Buddy

“… Do I want to know what happened here?”--Perceptor

Brainstorm is lucky that Perceptor’s morals are in the right place.

At first Brainstorm tries to stay in the lab and help out but Perceptor and Nautica were quick to shut that idea down.

“You are in no position to be helping anyone Brainstorm.”--Nautica

“Well, how else are you two going to fix this? You need my help!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm as smart as you are, in your current state you’re as useful as Buddy in a fist fight with Megatron. No offense Buddy.”--Perceptor

“None taken… but just for the recorded I could totally beat him.”--Buddy

“It’s nice to dream isn’t it.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm I could literally punt you across the room.”--Buddy

Buddy is now given the job of looking after Brainstorm for the time being. Yeah, Buddy is now a glorified botsitter.

“Let’s head to my habsuite while the others are fixing this whole situation.”--Buddy

“Boring. How about we go to Swerve’s instead. I heard that there was going to be a dance today.”--Brainstorm

“… So, you want to go to an enclosed room of your gigantic companions in your Barbie doll sized body and ‘dance’?”--Buddy

“Well, when you say it like that…”--Brainstorm

“Habsuite.”--Buddy

“Habsuite.”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm also realizes that traveling across the Lost Light in his current size was tiring. First, he tried his jet mode, but after a few minutes he had gotten tired. So, he decided to try just walking. He took one step and Buddy looked like they had sprinted to the other end of the hall.

Buddy taking pity offer to carry him. Brainstorm trying to salvage some of his dignity declined the help… which took him a couple of seconds to ask quietly if the offer was still on the table.

“I can carry you to the room if you want. I know that the walks can get a bit tiring the first time around.”--Buddy

“Oh, no thank you I’m fine just walking here.”--Brainstorm

“Okay then.”--Buddy

Brainstorm sees Buddy walk miles in each step.

“…Maybe I should retract my previous statement.”--Brainstorm

“Come here.”--Buddy

“Wow! Not too fast! Wait is this how you feel every time we pick you up?!”--Brainstorm

“Welcome to my world.”—Buddy

Buddy picks him up with both hands and continues walking to their room.

Brainstorm despite the how he felt being picked up, he wants to try multiple positions of sitting/ standing on Buddy. In the name of science, of course. His two personal choices were shoulder perching and being on top of their head.

“Now I know why you like being up here! It’s fun here!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm… your pinching my ears with your pedes.”--Buddy

“Oops! Sorry.”—Brainstorm

After a couple more minutes they finally arrive at the habsuite.

Entering the room, Brainstorm jumps off from Buddy’s and flies around the room before nose diving on their bed.

While Buddy was recovering from their near heart attack Brainstorm is now in love with their pillow.

“These are so fluffy! And that one is firmer than this one. And these ones smell much better than this one. Why do you have so many pillows anyways Buddy? OH! This one looks--”--Brainstorm

Buddy in the meantime was huddling in the corner, hand to their chest trying to calm their little heart.

Buddy soon gets a call from Perceptor. He said that the machine wouldn’t be ready to use until the next day. Buddy thanked him for letting them know and hung up.

“Guess we are having a sleepover then.”--Buddy

“Is it going to be like the ones on the holofilms Swerve and Rewind have?”--Brianstorm

“Kind of?”--Buddy

“Then let’s get this Slumber party started! But first we need some color to this room, it’s almost depressing in here. No offense.”--Brainstorm

“…”--Buddy

As Buddy is getting ready for bed Brainstorm is noting all his findings in a data pad Buddy had in their room. He had taken the liberty to investigate some of the drawers in Buddy’s desk and look for any interesting things.

Brainstorm looking at Buddy’s shimmer body spray.

“What are you?”--Brainstorm

Buddy coming out of the bathroom after hearing a little scream.

“What Happened!?!?”--Buddy

Brainstorm wiping his optics covered in glittery body spray.

“I gave it a pat and it spat at—Oh my is this glitter!?”--Brainstorm

“… Its only one night… Its only one night…”--Buddy

When it was time for Buddy to go to bed Brainstorm flew over and laid down on the pillow. He gets attached to some of the fluffier pillows on Buddy’s bed. Buddy gave him a part of the blanket in case the draft came in the room. He doesn’t know what he loves more, the fluffy blanket or the pillow.

“All right Storm. Good night.”--Buddy

“Aww, it’s too early to be sleeping. This isn’t in the movies.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm its 3 in the morning and we have watched an entire season of Bill Nye the Science guy. We are going to sleep.”—Buddy

Buddy found out the hard way that Brainstorm is a very active sleeper. How did they find out? Brainstorm had gotten some joints knotted into Buddy’s hair. After getting ready the two set off to the lab to get Brainstorm back to his normal size.

When Brainstorm returned to his normal size, he kind of mourns his little body. He did like being held by his friend and having that improv sleepover with Buddy.

He is now looking forward to sleepovers with Buddy if he can convince them to do it again.

He misses the pillows.

Nautica

She was messing around with Brainstorm’s machine. To be fair though, he asked to see if she could spot any problem. But apparently Nautica had activated the machine the same way Brainstorm had last time.

Poof! Tiny Nautica.

It takes a bit to get Brainstorms attention about her current situation. Once Brainstorm does see Nautica he comms in Buddy and Perceptor.

“Brainstorm! Brainstorm!”--Nautica

“Nautica!?”--Brainstorm

“Thank goodness I got your attention. We—”--Nautica

“You’re so tiny!”--Nautica

“Yes, Brainstorm I know that—”--Nautica

“Can you still transform into a tiny sub?”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm!”--Nautica

“Okay! Okay! I already commed in Percy and Buddy.”--Brainstorm

“Well at least this time we can just get the machine now and use it right now.”--Nautica

“Actually, Perceptor and I are going to need some time to fix the machine to return you to your normal height.”--Brainstorm

“Why? Didn’t we fix it last time?”--Nautica

“Yes, but that was for my height. We would need to adjust it for your height. Even the slightest miscalculations can rip you to shreds.”—Brainstorm

“Why would it do that?!”--Nautica

“I don’t know!”--Brainstorm

“You invented it!”--Nautica

“…Percy what did I walk into?”--Buddy

“My next problem.”--Percy

Perceptor looks like he is about to hit someone, and Buddy is already preparing themselves for the next round of botsitting.

Once outside Nautica tries to walk alongside Buddy but is quick to realize that she isn’t going to last the trip. When Buddy offers to give her a lift, she is ready to accept.

“Hey, I can carry you the rest of the way if you want.”--Buddy

“Yes please. I’d very much appreciate—OH MY STARS!”--Nautica

“Sorry Nautica.”--Buddy

“Don’t apologize. It’s just… I am sorry for picking you so suddenly. I am very sorry.”—Nautica

Nautica likes being cradled the most. But she is also fond of sitting on Buddy’s shoulder. She loves seeing things from Buddy’s level and gains some new respect for Buddy getting around the ship with their now longer legs.

Reaching the habsuite Nautica respectfully stands and watches everything in the room. Everything is so new, and she wants to explore every cervices of the place. But decides to calm down on the exploration part, she was a guest in their room after all.

“This is amazing!”--Nautica

“Really?”--Buddy

“It’s not every day you get to go into a humans room and see their things in such detail!”--Nautica

“Huh. I guess it is then.”--Buddy

“Though maybe some new paint might be needed, it looks a bit depressing.”--Nautica

“…I’m sensing a trend…”--Buddy

Nautica loves Buddy’s mattress and little diffuser in their room. She loves smelling the lavender scent and seeing the little purple light it blinks every now again.

She offers to sleep on the nightstand for the night, but Buddy isn’t having that.

“I don’t want to intrude.”--Nautica

“You’re not intruding anything Nautica. Come on there’s plenty of space on the mattress.”--Buddy

“I don’t know…”--Nautica

“You said that you wanted to see things in a human room, right? What better way to immerse in the experience than sleeping in a bed in an actual sleepover.”--Buddy

“… I guess it would be a once in a lifetime experience.”--Nautica

“I have a purple pillow set near the diffuser.”--Buddy

“Move over please.”--Nautica

In the morning, Nautica is on buddy’s stomach cuddling the fabric of their side. Buddy also finds out that Nautica snores a bit, but it’s a soft snore.

When Nautica gets to her normal size again, she starts setting up a little sleepover between her and Buddy. And if Velocity can come by then she is welcomed.

Perceptor

Perceptor wants to maim Brainstorm now. Well part of it was his fault. Perceptor was trying to put the machine away for good when he activated the machine.

Poof! Tiny Percy!

He s yelling for Nautica or Brainstorm to come in.

“Nautica! Brainstorm! Come here quick!”--Perceptor

“What is it Perceptor—OH Primus!”--Nautica

“Nautica what’s wrong with—HAHAHAHAHA!”--Brainstorm

“Quit laughing this is serious!”--Perceptor

“It was only a matter of time before the machine got you to Percy! Tiny Perceptor.”--Brainstorm

“When I am back to my normal size, I will shoot your knee joints.”--Perceptor

Brainstorm laughs a bit while Nautica picks him up gently and comms in Buddy. Once they are done with the call, Buddy is seriously wondering if this is going to be a regular occurrence, maybe start charging money if it keeps up.

Perceptor does not want to leave the lab. Buddy has to grab him to get out of the lab while Nautica and Brainstorm put the machine away and work on getting preceptor big again.

“Perceptor let go of the wall!”--Buddy

“I. Am. Not. Leaving.”--Perceptor

“I thought you were the one with the most brain cells Percy. Quit whining its only for a night.”--Buddy

“Brainstorm if you mess up my tools--”-- Perceptor

“Too late Percy.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm!”--Perceptor

He is a bit pouty getting out of the lab but like his friends before gets interested in how the world looks for Buddy. He honestly prefers to walk… but sitting on their shoulder is the next best thing. It was an unspoken thing with Buddy now to pick up the bots after a few feet from the lab.

When they arrive at the habsuite, He makes mental note on fixing some of the machinery in Buddy’s room and electrical units.

“Your lamps are flickering.”--Perceptor

“Yeah, been meaning to fix it but it’s not a priority right now.”--Buddy

“… The paint on the walls looks a bit dull—”--Perceptor

“There’s the comment on the wall color.”--Buddy

He takes some interest in the little sound device on Buddy’s nightstand. He takes an interest in some of the soothing noises.

He has already heard the slumber party stories from Brainstorm and Nautica and is ready. He waits for Buddy to get ready before asking about the sleeping arrangements.

“You’re sleeping on the bed.”--Buddy

“Guessed it from the others, left or right side?”--Perceptor

“Take your pick.”—Buddy

He is determined not to bother Buddy in their sleep and takes on a small part of the bed for himself. In the morning, he is slightly cradling Buddy arm. He tries to apologize but Buddy isn’t taking it.

“Again, my apology for last night. I shouldn’t have done that.”--Perceptor

“Percy really its fine.”--Buddy

“Are you sure?”--Perceptor

“You didn’t knot any joints in my hair so we’re good.”—Buddy

Once Preceptor gets big, he is dead set on destroying the machine.

Buddy later that night found a new lamp, a fluffy blanket and new oils for their diffusor.

[kill-the-hand-of-shakespeare]

Weeeeee update for you wonderful people! Firstly, thank you for all your support so far.

I recently started working full time and have been tired! However, I’m still working away on editing and posting over on Ao3, find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bennybones/pseuds/Bennybones

Thanks a bunch, and hopefully I’ll be more active over time. 🤗

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Ep 4 & 5 Thoughts

Okay. As I’m writing this, I know I’ve been gone from tumblr for at least a week (I was back(ish) a day earlier than expected. Weeeeee) Possibly more. So it’s been a minute since at least episode 4 aired. So I’m lumping it in with my episode 5 watch next week. And if y’all think just because I’m not on tumblr, I’m not liveblogging…well of course I am. My wrist does hurt though so I’m not sure how talkative I’ll be. I am also having a bad brain day and I have had a whole weekend full of absolute shit. And my week is going to be…tiring. I’ll be on a plane, a road trip in a car, and then a train. All in the span of like…4-5 days. Don’t ask. Anyway that will be in the past by the time I post this. Time to watch. As always, liveblog under the cut and will likely have criticism. You’ve been warned before you click:

“Every meeting ends with a farewell” please tell me they aren’t going to try to be deep right now. They have not done nearly enough to build up Rak’s side of feelings for me to believe he’s feeling introspective at leaving this place. He pretty much hated it here for the most part. I could maybe understand if it was Mut since he just apparently immediately fell in love because he believes in love. And believing in love means automatically falling in love with the standoffish guest that you’ve been fucking.

Okay the heart of my issue with Rak and Mut can be perfectly encapsulated in this scene where Rak learns that Mut has a pickup truck. “And did I ever tell you I didn’t have a pickup?” Sir, what you feel for Rak is not love. Because if you actually loved him and cared for him, you would have heard his complaints about the motorcycle and the cargo tricycle and used the pickup truck for him instead. He literally told you the motorcycle hurt him to ride and still you did nothing. Because it means more for you to have this weird sense of superiority over Rak than it does to make sure he’s comfortable and not in literal pain. I had a more caring relationship with my former coworker than this. Because I did something where I thought I was in the right but it was a petty argument and honestly, I could see how much she was hurting from it. So I apologized and I let her know that she was more important to me than being right. And that was for a COWORKER (now friend yay). Mut can’t even manage to do that with someone he supposedly likes romantically.

Why does Rak not get to be upset about this? Mut just immediately shuts it down by saying “let’s not end on a bad note.” Sir, you caused the bad note and made no apologies. Instead you laughed at Rak for daring to want some comfort while having no control over his own life while there. Like seriously. If you caused the pain, you don’t get to dictate when the hurt is done.

And the flashbacks again. Will we get some every damn episode? We’re 4 for 4 now.

Rak baby boy this doesn’t make any sense. Does Mut have a magic dick? I do not understand.

What.

Noisy sidewalk people go AWAY

So Mook is paranoid for her valid concerns about STDs? He should get tested. So should Rak. If memory serves, both sleep around. Mut with guests and Rak when he needs to write smut. And Rak has slept with Mut already. I know they used a condom each time, but he should still get tested too. Seriously. Rak’s wealth and fame won’t protect him from STDs.

Noisy neighbor go AWAY

Man I wish this show would just let Rak be aro without making it about trauma and him just being scared to love.

Am I supposed to care about this random woman at the end? Cause I don’t.

And I feel meh about this episode as well. See you in literally the bullet below for episode 5 but it will be a week for me. Time is weird man. Time is weird.

Time IS weird past Rae. And you were right, it was a tiring week. I’m finally caught up on shows though..sort of. I still might start another show tonight. Or maybe listen to an audiobook. I think I’m gonna return my library book and see if they have it on audiobook. If I thought my wrist hurt last week, that’s nothing compared to today. Mistakes were made on my trip. One was unavoidable and the other was…well I did an exercise and that was a mistake.

Anyway now for episode 5.

Rak should wear his glasses all the time. That is all (speaking of glasses…where did I put mine…)

I had issues with that whole scene but honestly I’m too tired to type them all out. Mut is not as smart as he thinks he is and that’s all I have to say.

Rak, sweetie, the waiter just stood there. You know that. You were there.

I’ve had guys say this to me after I told them I don’t like them. You will never guess the outcome of that.

Absolutely the fuck not. There is no way that any person with a uterus wrote this line. Because what the fuck. Why is it that Mook isn’t allowed to be upset with being sent all over yonder on an errand for someone who is NOT her employer and this is the response to her being upset? Believe it or not, people that have periods can be angry because of the actions of other people and not just because of their period. Yes, PMS is a thing, but it is not the only reason for anger. Who wrote this line? I just want to talk.

Save Mook. Save her.

I hate how Vie perpetuates the horrible stereotypes of women in order to manipulate Mook. It’s awful.

So let me get this straight. Mut…forced Rak to go out to eat with him (even though they could have gotten delivery) and then when they’re shopping and Rak has explicitly stated that he wants to leave, it is a “date” because Mut is interested in Rak and he says so. But Rak has stated he does not like Mut. So the whole thing doesn’t work because Rak DOESN’T WANT TO BE THERE. It’s not a date if they both don’t agree it’s a date. And to Mut, you can’t use Rak’s novels against him. Those are characters in fiction. They don’t represent Rak’s real feelings. I hate Mut. Have I mentioned that? I mean I’m not Rak’s biggest fan either but Mut is just…dumb. Rak should be able to argue against this it’s so dumb.

Most novels don’t have sound?? I mean there are audiobooks but the sound in those is typically just words. Unless it’s different in Thailand? I don’t know. Also maybe this is a translation thing? (This is me after the end of the episode and I get it. He was talking about what the author says the sound effect would be. I admit it, I was dumb here. I don't think it came across quite right in the translation but this is fully on me for being dumb. But also the sound mixing at the end? Do NOT get me started. It was bad and I wanted to die.)

If someone put all of my alcohol and snacks back while I was shopping AND paying for it…I would murder them on the spot. I beg your finest pardon Mut, but let Rak have snacks? The alcohol I’m less pressed about because he does have alcohol at home but the snacks? THE SNACKS? I hope Mut rots in hell. This is The Ultimate Sin to me. *guards my snacks with my life*

If Rak’s skin still looks that good on a diet of alcohol and snacks, then I will eat my hat. Also Mut mind yo business. You ain’t his doctor. C’mere Rak. I’ll give you some snacks.

Save Mook. Save her.

This family drama is so poorly written. I feel bad for the actors who are killing it in this scene. They deserve a better script.

I did not hate the end of that episode. Or the scene in the dressing room. Mut's response to the drama was...he still has some work to do on boundaries but it wasn't bad. He did eventually respect the boundaries and they had some good communication in that dressing room. I don’t like that he had to be screamed at before he left Rak alone, but he didn’t walk to Rak which I was so scared he was gonna do and the show was gonna paint it as romantic.

The preview for next week has me concerned though. I probably won’t like episode 6. But that’s all for this week…and last. My wrist hurts and I need a nap.

[bigmack2go]

Read also: https://www.tumblr.com/bigmack2go/764519916213764096/yk-the-new-broadway-votes-video-newsies-revival

Anyway round two of

backroundsies

So someone else i’ve had a specific face in mind, i may just have found. Its trent. Trent is the okdest newsie in the lodge near the navy yard and here

is what i decided he looks like. (Now that pic is obviously way out of focus but i hope it does the job)I’m pretty sure i also took him of a list of irl newsies but i couldnt say fir sure anymore

Clerk. (Tbh warhorse and cazzone look the same in my head, and trent and clarj are just blond versions of them. But that’s not what this is. I’m finding serious faceclaims here. Anyway Clark is a very respected boy, a mine worker, who lives in the lodge in sunnyside and well

That would be him right there

Then there’s Dia. Inspired by @chaosfairy18 ‘s OC from her fic “Rumor has it”. Now i have literally no clue what Diamond looked like in Chaos’s head but this is how i imagined her

Then theres Annie. Now, obviously Annie Kelly isn’t an oc but i still think she deserves a face! So heres what i got

And

For a face because i could not get a face shot of the other one that wasn’t absolute garbage

Then obviously theres stitches.

I’m still confused about the fact that she isnt canon

Anyway unfortunate i couldn’t find her in this

Anyway i couldn’t forget my man waffles and i just so happened to be lucky because he was one of the first, and recurring faces to show up. I’m talking about

And yes. He’s a bit old. But at this point he just looks so accurate to what waffles looks like in my head, I literally can’t even care…

Now i know who you’re proobably here for (no i dont.thats literally a lie. i just needed a way to introduce this next one)

Walker. Ofc. So lets see what we’ve got.

But uh. Here’s the thing. I couldn’t find him. He just wasnt there. I thought the face i had in mind was a pretty common one but well… apparently it isn’t. Anyway guess who i DID find while i was looking for him?

ITS TWIG!!!

Weeeeee

I know i didn’t even add ten yet but i’m kind tired so j’ll keep going tomorrow. But that was it for part two!

[oplishin]

Inclusivity win! The man who liquidated your body into a vaccine is gay!

[ragnarachael]

i hate the fact that now i get dread when my dad calls my ass just bc of this god damn car situation

[tender-rosiey]

EHE >:D currently it’s the rose chan brainrot for me ✨ bUT BBY CAN I REQUEST SOME GOJOU HC’S WHERE HE’S LIKE GIVING HER THE SILENT TREATMENT AND Y/N (who’s not really that affectionate) GIVES IN AND JUST HUGS HIM AND ASKS “what did I do wrong satoru..” pls feed your kyo-chan I’m in love with your blog

❥ Gojo giving s/o the silent treatment

ᴀ/��: ROSE-CHAN BRAINROT? 🥺 NOW ITS YOUR TIME TO BE FED BBY AND I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS TOO MWUAH I LOVE YOU 💘

Gojo Satoru is a petty man

And would do anything for your attention and affection

And he won’t hesitate to guilt trip you into doing stuff

Like that one time he guilt tripped you to let him buy 37 carton boxes of celery

because he found it will make his hair more pretty

But then ended up eating none of it because he didn’t like the taste

Oh yeah and he used your money too

So when it comes to something he really wants and loves he won’t hesitate to do anything

Which is why he isn’t talking to you right now WEEEEEE

“Satoru.”

No response

Actually he has been going at it for a good 5 hours now

Yeah persistent

You kept poking him to no vail

and now you guys had to go to work :(

Throughout the day whenever you tried to talk or approach him

He would act like he is talking someone else or just walk in the opposite direction

But for your information, it was also hard on him

✨because✨

All he wanted was to have you in his arms and pepper you with kisses

But those who were patient get the best rewards

After a tiring day plus your lover who is normally affectionate not even sparing you a single glance

You came back home still with the same condition

When he was just sitting on the couch chilling you thought you had enough

And you went to confront him but in a different way

You climbed into his lap and wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck

“hubby, what did I do wrong?...” you muttered into his skin

You suddenly heard a whole-hearted laugh escape his lips as he wrapped his arms around you tightly

“Gosh, you are so cute.”

Huh?

He ruffled your hair and explained what he did excitedly

“I just wanted you to give me some attention and affectionate and to initiate stuff and WHATS BETTER WAY TO DO SO THAN TO IGNORE YOU? (●’◡’●)ﾉ”

All I can say is that your mood went from this 🥺✨💕🥰🍰✨ to this 🧨⚔️🔪⚰️⛓

copyright © 2020 tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[sulky-valkyrie]

Happy Friday! "So... Are you going to leave me before I wake up, or after?" for the pairing of your choice?

Hope a threeple is okay, Ro! This one basically came (eheheh) to me in the shower and is a weeeeee bit spicy. Have another reimagining of the Dark Ritual, this time with M!Cousland, Morrigan and Alistair for @dadrunkwriting

Alistair hadn't known what to expect.  Gritting his teeth and just getting on with it, most likely.  

What he got was Aedan on his knees, touching him in the ways that always made his heart pound and his blood sing.  The fact that Morrigan was in bed with them as well barely mattered up until the point that she was hissing words in a language that sounded like she'd needed to shapeshift an extra throat just to pronounce them, dragging Aedan up to kiss him, biting his tongue hard enough to break skin, then kissing Alistair too and everything had blurred together into a tangle of limbs and the press of flesh.

Sweat, sex, magic and blood: it was all there, binding them as tightly to Morrigan as the Joining had done for them and the archdemon.  Her hands were everywhere, guiding both Wardens to touch her, to stroke her, to caress her, pressing the hands to her belly.  Then the ritual took hold, and they both were her thralls for a heart-stopping and delirious moment, then it was over and they were spending themselves together in her.  Aedan wrapped his arms around them both, kissing her shoulder.  

Alistair rested his cheek on her back and murmured what he hoped was  recognizable as thank you.  His whole being felt sluggish and wrung out, like she's pulled all that fabled Warden stamina right from his body.  Maybe she had; Aedan hadn't explained much when he'd dragged him down the hallway whispering Morrigan’s last ditch plan to keep them alive, and Alistair hadn’t asked any questions.  

As Morrigan slipped off of them both, Aedan laid back, tugging Alistair up to his shoulder and pulling Morrigan to his other side.  All three of them were breathing raggedly, and Morrigan's skin looked almost gray.  What had she just done?  What had she just done for them?  Well, for Aedan.  She didn't give a mouse fart about him, but if it meant saving Aedan, then she'd move the bloody heavens.

Alistair sighed and buried his nose in Aedan’s hair and closed his eyes.  The Chantry bells tolled the late hour in the distance.  Aedan wheezed a faint chuckle when the bed shifted.  "Leaving so soon?  I figured you'd at least wait until we were asleep."

"I am going nowhere, Aedan."  Her voice was tired and a bit sad.  "Not yet."

“Then why go back to your cold lonely room?”  Aedan teased.  "You can't abandon us until the archdemon dies, so let's make the most of it."

Morrigan snorted.  “‘Twas the bargain, remember?  You give me a child and let me go.”

“I’m not making you do anything, Morrigan.”  Aedan’s arm tightened around Alistair’s shoulders, and he could feel the tremor in it.  Aedan wanted her to stay, and Alistair, much to his surprise, couldn’t disagree.  “If you’re still here anyway, what’s the harm?  Come back to bed."

The covers were pulled off Alistair’s shoulder as she climbed back into bed.  “You’ll never be satisfied, will you, Aedan Cousland?”

Alistair could hear her soft sigh as Aedan kissed her once more.  “Not yet, love.  Not yet.”

[sondheim-girly]

I’m so tired weeeeee

[heliosthegriffin]

A friendly, non-criminal break in

Blake’s ears trembled as they picked up something from down stairs, waking the huntress from her sleep, and letting her know that her bed was cold and empty.

Instantly this told her two things.

Yang hadn’t gotten back yet.

And who ever was downstairs moved too heavily to be Yang.

Reaching over and grabbing a hidden pistol, she snuck downstairs, were she heard the sounds getting louder in the kitchen.

Blake saw someone in a hoodie hovering in front of the stove.

In a blur of motion Blake crossed the roam and pressed the barrel of her pistol against the intruders nape.

Blake: Who are you and why are you in my house.

Jaune: Good morning to you too, Blake.

Blake’s eyes widened and she jumped back, aiming the pistol up to the ceiling.

Blake: Jaune?! What the Dust are you doing in my house at-

Jaune: Two twenty-seven in the morning?

Blake: Yes, what are you doing in my house at two twenty-seven in morning!?

Jaune: Cooking breakfast, what else does it look like?

Blake: Well, it looks a awful like a break in.

Jaune realizes his hoods still up, and pulls it down.

Jaune: Ah, my bad, anyway I’m cooking breakfast.

Blake sighs and sets the gun on the table, making sure the safety is on first.

Blake: Why are you making breakfast in my house? Did you run out of grocery money or something?

Jaune: Nah, my pantry is stocked.

Blake: Is your kitchen destroyed or something?

Jaune (Shakes head): Nope, fully cleaned too.

Blake: Then why are you here?!

Jaune: Like I said my making breakfast?

Blake: But, why in my house?!

Jaune: Oh, its for Yang.

Blake: Yang’s back?

Jaune: Yeah, she’s on the couch.

Blake walks into the living room to see Yang clearly sauced and barely awake.

Yang: Hey, Babe! I brought Jaune over to make Pancakes! It’s going to be awesome!

Blake sighs and looks to Jaune.

Blake: Alright, what the Grimm happened?

Jaune: Ok, it started like this.

----  Two Hours prior ----

Jaune is sitting at home, watching a movie and eating popcorn, when his scroll rings.

He pauses the movie.

Jaune: Hello.

Yang: Heeey! Jaune!

Jaune: Yang? Whats up?

Yang: Not much, not much. The bartender stopped serving me drinks, so I’m about to get in a fight in like...(She stops speaking)

Jaune: Yang?

Yang: Five minute? Also, I can’t find my keys, can you pick me up in like (She goes quiet again.)

Jaune: Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Please don’t get into any fights.

Yang: (Sound of crashing) YAAAAH! (Sounds of explosions!)

Jaune: Sighs.

---- Hour and a half prior ----

Jaune looks around a broken bar room, but the only thing destroyed is a pool table, a couple chairs and a coat rack with Yang hanging from the fan.

Jaune: Ok, I’m really sorry for my friends behavior.

Bartender: It’s find, I’m insured, just tell her she banned.

Jaune: I completely understand.

Jaune looks up at Yang.

Yang: Heeey, you’re here! You want to get a drink.

Jaune: I’m good, you ready to head home?

Yang: Yeah, I’m tired. (Eyes drift close and she starts snoring.)

Bartender: You’re getting her down by yourself.

Jaune: I completely understand.

Jaune then loads Yang and her Bumblebee into his pickup truck.

--- Hour Prior ---

Yang wakes up, and pokes Jaune in the side.

Yang: I want breakfast!

Jaune: It’s almost two, you need to go to bed.

Yang: I want breakfaaast!

Jaune: (Sighs) Yang, we’re almost too you’re house.

Yang: If you don’t get me breakfast, I’m going drive to MrWendys, and I’m like super drunk!

Jaune: Fine, where from?

Yang: (Goes silent)

Jaune: You don’t know do you?

Yang shakes her head.

Jaune: Alright, do you have any food at home, I can use?

Yang: (Shrugs) Dunno.

Jaune sighs.

Several minutes pass and Jaune turns left.

Yang: Can we go to YouMart?

Jaune: You couldn’t have asked that a minute ago?! We just messed the turn!

Yang; Oops.

---- Forty-Five Minutes Prior ---

Yang: (Being pushed in a shopping cart, grabbing anything she gets too close to and pulliing it into the buggy) Weeeeee, weeeeee, weee

Jaune gets a dirty couple looks from the other three late night shoppers.

Jaune: What you y’all looking at! Get a life!

Jaune looks to Yang, who gazing fascinated at bottle of cooking oil.

Jaune: So, what do you want for breakfast?

Yang: (Shrugs) I dunno, you do it.

Jaune: (Screams internally) Alright, pancakes, eggs and bacon it is.

Yang: Awesome!

Jaune: Did you bring your wallet?

Yang: (Checks pockets) I don’t have it.

Jaune: (Throws his hands in the air) Fine, guess I might as well get my shopping done too then.

--- Thirty Minutes Prior ---

Yang: Oh, here it is, it was in my other pocket, woops.

--- Twenty Minutes Prior ---

Yang: Pull over, I got to throw up--- UHHHHHH!

Jaune pulls the car over, and helps Yang out.

- Ten Minutes Prior --

Yang: I don’t know where my keys are.

Jaune: I’m not even surprised, do you and Blake keep a spare somewhere?

Yang: I dunno (Raises a fist) I’ll just knock.

Jaune: (Pulls her fist back down) I’ll figure something out. (Picks the lock)

--- Five Minutes prior ---

Yang falls on the couch.

Yang: Ouch! (Has a amazed look) Jaune! Jaune! I found my keys.

Jaune: (Bringing in the grocery's) That’s great Yang.

---- Now ----

Yang: Is breakfast ready? I’m starving!

Blake looks to Jaune and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Blake: I am so sorry.

Jaune: (Shrugs) It’s fine, I completely understand.

Yang appears behind Blake and hugs here, pulling her onto the couch.

Jaune chuckles watching Yang use Blake like a bodypillow and continues making breakfast.

[lathalea]

Weeeeee okay I’ve finally made it here with my (first) advent calendar request!

Fili (duh)

Maybe a snuggle by the fire after you’ve both been away from each other and out in the blistering cold all day? I’m thinking icicles forming on his moustache braids, frosty hair, wet, cold and miserable, but instantly happy and warm when reunited by the fire together. Soft and quiet and simple while thawing out 🔥💗

Thank you for doing this! What a generous treat! Expect more from me 🤭

Why hello there @laurfilijames, my co-conspirator 😈 💚💖💙

This one is for you, enjoy!

Day 5: The World Can Wait

Fandom: The Hobbit Relationships: Fili x Reader Rating: G Warnings: fluff

The mountain goats were more stubborn than usual. All the steeds apparently decided to go on strike just because the weather had been a tiny bit inclement. Okay, okay, perhaps it was snowing quite heavily. The fact was, it made moving the herd to Thorinuldûm even more difficult. Riding them was out of the question so you and your companions had to walk beside the animals through growing heaps of snow. This area of the Blue Mountains was your home and you knew very well that traversing this particular pass of the Blue Mountains was tricky even without all those problems, and you were in a hurry. Tonight you were supposed to meet Fili after not seeing him for a couple of weeks. You were busy first with buying those cursed goats and then escorting them home while he traveled with a merchant caravan as one of the guards.

When you finally arrived home, it was evening and Fili wasn’t there yet. Trying to ignore the feeling of disappointment, you quickly shrugged off your winter coat and proceeded to start the fire. It was quite cold indoors without any sources of heat present and you desperately needed warming up. Unfortunately, there was no firewood left, so you had to go out and attack several logs with the axe for a bit before you managed to fill the basket with enough firewood for the evening.

When the first flames started licking at the wood you skillfully stacked in the fireplace, you plopped down on the floor with a sigh, wrapping yourself in a thick wool blanket. The trip was tiring and difficult, your arms felt tired after chopping the wood, but at least you managed to secure some warmth. When your stomach rumbled, a groan left your lips. In all that hurry you forgot about procuring some food. The pantry was mostly empty since you had been away from home for a while and the food market would not open until the morning. There was a solution, however: leaving the pleasantly warm fireplace and knocking at your friend’s door. You knew that she would happily share some of her food with you so that you could prepare a decent meal for you and Fili, if he were to return that night. You glanced at the door to your home, but it refused to open and show his familiar figure in the doorframe. Perhaps that snowstorm you encountered on the way slowed him down too.

Your muscles protested when you attempted to get up. You plopped down on the bear hide that covered the floor and moved a tiny bit closer to the fireplace. The warmth it radiated was slowly getting to you and pleasantly spilling on your cheeks. There was no harm in warming up properly for a few moments longer. Yes, that was a great plan: warming up and resting a bit, and then visiting your friend who lived next door and getting some food. So what if your eyelids started drooping a bit…

Home. Warmth. Coziness. Rest. Soon after the inevitable happened and you dozed off to sleep, you dreamed of Fili’s strong arms wrapping around you. His moustache cuffs brushed against your cheek when he whispered something, his breath shadowing over your earlobe.

“I’m back, love.”

That stupid dream was disturbing your sleep. You muttered something incoherent and squeezed your eyelids tight. You were so very tired; sleep was all you needed at that moment. Something large and pleasantly warm appeared behind your back so you cuddled up to it and pulled one of those nice arms tighter around you.

“Sleep...” You gave an order to the figment of your dreaming imagination.

That large thing behind you shook in laughter. You could have sworn it felt exactly like Fili’s body, perfectly molding to yours in all the right places, but it couldn’t have been him, right? He was away from home, braving the snowstorm, and certainly not here, by the fireplace, lying down behind you and holding you tight. His beard couldn’t possibly be tickling your neck and his lips couldn’t be brushing against your cheek just now, because he wasn't there with you!

“I missed you so much, gamzûna,” a low murmur seeped into your ear. “I dreamed of you every single night on the road.”

You hummed in approval. That was more like it. When you took a deep breath, the smell of leather, tobacco and exotic spices filled your nostrils. So unmistakably Fili. His body shifted slightly, offering you more support, and then he started gently caressing your cheek, following the lines of your face with his fingertips, just as he often did when you were falling asleep in each other’s arms. This dream was one of the most realistic ones you’ve ever had and you enjoyed every single moment of it.

“Let me carry you to bed, sleepyhead,” the Fili in your dream said and pressed a kiss on your temple.

“Just a few moments more…” you mumbled sleepily. “I can’t go to sleep yet. I’m waiting for you to come home.”

“I am home,” he chuckled. “No, you’re not. We’re in my dream,” you whispered. “I’m imagining you.” “Then open your eyes, love, and see for yourself,” that pleasant, slightly hoarse voice of his said.

And so you did, turning your head up.

You blinked.

A pair of cornflower blue eyes was the first thing you saw. That, and his sensual lips, curved up in a smile, along with his long blond mane surrounding his face like an aura, glistening in the firelight like strands made of pure gold.

“Fili!” You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around him. “You’re not a dream!”

“I’m very much real,” he brushed your nose against yours and then planted a soft kiss on your lips. This was definitely not a dream. It was sensual and tender as you slowly found your way to each other after many days apart. When your lips parted, you lay facing each other and enjoying the sweet, reassuring closeness between you, your fingers intertwined.

“Fili?” You spoke sleepily after a long while, hoping that your empty belly wouldn’t rumble at that very moment, ruining the mood.

“What is it?”

“We should prepare supper. You’re probably hungry too. I’ll go to my friend and...” you started, trying to blink away the tiredness you felt.

“Please, stay. You’re barely awake. I have some travel rations left in my saddlebags. We’ll eat and then go to sleep right away,” he cupped your face and gave you a quick kiss.

“But we must unpack first, clean our boots, dry our coats and…”

“We both need to rest, my love.” Fili interrupted, his eyes never leaving your face. “The only thing I absolutely must do is fall asleep with you in my arms. The world can wait until tomorrow.”

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Khuzdul: Gamzûna - wild (ferocious) lady

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Our Song (Pt 2 of Lights)

A/N: Inspired by "Our Song" by Anne-Marie and Niall Horan.

WEEEEEEEE. Angst my children. Angst.

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You're chucking your belongings into your pickup truck. Your clothes, remainders of your savings, everything. You hear the telltale screech of tires before the car stops, footsteps running towards you.

"Y/N! What are you doing!?" A voice sobs, arms wrapping around you. You turn in Wanda's grip to look at her, your face stone cold. "You can't go. You can't. Please." She shakes you violently, only to receive no reaction.

"Wanda." You gently pry her off you as she stares at you through teary eyes. "I can't. You deserve someone who can take care of you, someone that can afford a proper home, a family. Someone that doesn't force you to sleep on an air mattress, someone that can afford to buy a fucking ring." You pull at your hair, distress crashing down upon you in waves. Wanda's lower lip trembles and you're by her side in an instant, arms pulling her closer. She clings to you, unwilling to let you leave. "I'm sorry Wanda but I have to go. Live a good life for me, please. Find someone that can worship you in all the ways I want to. Goodbye." You whisper before pressing a final kiss to her forehead and slipping out of her grip. A sob escapes as you slam the door of your pickup truck. Wanda's fists pound against your window but you ignore her, your heart cracking with every punch she throws. Starting the engine, you drive away, leaving a heartbroken Wanda behind in the little town you used to call home.

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You crank up the radio, letting the pieces of your broken heart drown in the music.

"Just when I think you're gone,"

"Hear our song on the radio."

"Just like that,"

"Takes me back to the places we used to go."

Your heart tightens as you sing along to the lyrics, memories flooding back in.

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It's prom night yet here you are, hanging around outside in the parking lot. A sniffle, barely audible catches your attention as you pluck the cigarette from your mouth, clouds of smoke escaping from your mouth. Sitting next to the trash can is a girl, a beautiful one at that, wearing a tight black dress that makes your jaw drop. Auburn hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves, emerald eyes meet yours as she frantically wipes her tears away. Slowly you sit down next to her, so as not to scare her away. You take off your jacket, placing it on her shoulders. She doesn't react, only inching a little closer to you, leaning into your side. You smile, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face before grabbing her hand and leading her to your pickup truck. You silently gesture for her to hop in and she wrinkles her nose.

"I was told to never get in a car with a stranger." You smile, putting your weight on one foot.

"I mean, you did accept my jacket and basically hugged me so... I think rules can be bent here." She sighs before dramatically pulling herself into your car and you smile, chucking your cigarette into the asphalt before hopping into the driver's seat. The two of you drive in a comfortable silence until you reach your destination. "Come on." You say, gently tugging on her hand, dragging her towards the docks. She watches as you pull your phone out, turning the volume up before placing it back in your pocket. Music floods through the speakers as you hold your hand out. She takes it and you pull her close, twirling her around.

"Just when I think you're gone,"

"Hear our song on the radio."

"Just like that,"

"Takes me back to the places we used to go."

"And I've been trying,"

"But I just can't fight it."

You dance in sync, her arms around your neck and yours around her waist.

"So do you normally whiff girls off in your truck and bring them dancing?" She whispers.

"No, you're an exception." She smiles, pulling back to face you.

"I'm Wanda."

"I'm Y/N." You smile before leaning in and kissing her.

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"Y/N? Are you there? I'm pretty sure your break ended 5 minutes ago." Wanda calls out, searching the kitchen for you. She finds you outside, cigarette in hand. You quickly drop it, stomping on it with your shoe. She stares at you unbelieving. "You said you'd quit!" You lower your eyes to your feet, shuffling them. "It's bad for you! You just can't seem to stop." You freeze, smiling. This opportunity is too good to pass up.

"You're right. There's also other things I can't stop." You purr, pushing her against the brick of the restaurant, kissing her. She melts as you pull away, looking like a fish out of water.

"You don't play fair." She swats your arm and you grin as she pulls you back inside.

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You slam your fist on the dashboard, grabbing the wheel and turning the vehicle around. Your foot slams on the accelerator, zooming back to the love of your life.

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You find her at the docks, her legs dangling above the water. You debate sitting next to her but an even better idea flashes into your mind. Slowly, you creep up behind her, placing your hands on her shoulders before shoving her feet-first into the water. She screams, sputtering as she comes up, frantically waving her arms and legs around.

"I can't swim! Help! Anybody!" The blood drains from your face as you strip off your shoes, socks and jacket, diving into the frigid water. You scoop her up as she clings to your body. You trudge out of the water, the cool water seeping into your clothes. The moment you're out of the water, you collapse, shivering. Wanda lies next to you for a moment before hitting you. "You. Fucking. Asshole!" She screams as you pull her into a tight hug, refusing to let go as she punches you. Eventually, her strength gives out and she lets you hold her, sitting on your lap. "Why'd you come back?" You stay quiet for a moment before responding.

"I love you. I don't really need another reason." You murmur quietly, running your hands through her wet hair. She smiles wrapping her arms tighter around your soaking body.

"So when's the wedding?"

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Okay jeez y'all so intimidating that I wrote a second part. It's short but I think it's okay. WEEEEEE!

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