#went with my gf and had a fucking blast

[terminallytwee]

before / during / after ❤️

had a great time at rubblebucket 😊🌷😊🌷

[tomssexdoll]

hi baba gril

so we are like tom's gf and he takes us out for a night of clubbing and we get a lil too drunk, and he has to take us home, and take care of us

hmu if more deets are needed 🤯

YESSSSSS BBY GIRL ILYSM

Never listen to me

PAIRINGS: Tom 2012 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom takes y/n out for a night of clubbing but she gets way too drunk and he has to take her home, despite her refusals, and take care of her. A/N: ily alaiah WARNINGS: drinking, being drunk, vomiting

Tom groaned, "are you ready yet? it's been like an hour how do you take SO long" he came up behind me, kissing my head softly and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Just wait liebe, girls take longer to get dressed, all you have to do is put an outfit on and you're done" I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Fineee" he crossed his arms and pouted like a child, "stop acting like a child Tom you can wait a bit longer" I chuckled, he smirked back "whatever."

As I finished getting ready Tom let out a sigh of relief, grabbing my hand and leading me to the car. We drove to the club and once we got there, stared at all the drunken bodies out the front either fighting or kissing. "Oh god.." I fake gagged, he chuckled and we got out of the car, entering the club.

The booming music was just what I needed, I held onto Toms hand as we got to the bar, I ordered 5 rounds of shots of tequila for myself, Tom looking at me worried "are you sure you'll be able to handle ALL of that? You know how strong the tequila in this club is.." he placed a hand on my thigh, rubbing the skin softly. "Yeah yeah, I'll be fine, it's just tequila what could go wrong?"

After 2 hours and 7 shots, 4 cocktails and 1 beer I was hammered, I was so drunk that my vision was super blurry, I could barely even walk. I had lost Tom an hour ago and was just ordering drinks and dancing on the dance floor, having the time of my life.

I was dancing when I stumbled and fell on the floor, groaning as I hit my head "fuckk..." rubbing the wound slightly. I tried to get up but it miserably failed, leaving me on the floor once again. I looked up, everyone was dancing, their sweaty, horny bodies pressed up against one another, the song blasting at severley high volumes. I covered my ears, the music piercing my ears. "Why is it so fucking loud.." I said to myself.

"Oh my god Y/N!" I heard in the distance, I saw Toms panicked face, rushing over to me and picking me up from the floor, brushing the hair from my face. "Where the hell were you?! I was looking for you for ages!" he panted, relief washing over his eyes.

"I don't knowww..been partying.." I slurred my words and he groaned softly, "cmon we're going home, you're way to drunk to be here" he grabbed my arm but I pulled away, "nooo!" I whined. He rubbed his temples in frustration "verdammte hölle" he muttered under his breath.

"Cmon, I said we're going home" he again pulled on my arm to no avail. "Alright, you give me no choice then" he grabbed me by my waist and slung me over his shoulder, making me unable to fight back physically, all I could do is use my words. "Tom nooo! I'm having fun!" I cried out, kicking my legs against his chest.

He stopped me with a harsh smack to my ass "I said we are going home, I'm not going to repeat myself" he said sternly. "Fine.." I sighed dramatically.

As we got home he carried me in, plopping me onto the bed "wanna go clubbing so bad...you ruined it..." I groaned, tossing and turning on the bed. "Too bad, you should've drunk less" he sighed, sitting me up.

I felt something come up my throat, a weird pressure, realising it was vomit, before it could reach my mouth I blurted out "gonna throw up!" Toms eyes widened and he ran to the bathroom, getting a bucket and holding it under my mouth.

I let go of my mouth and threw up in the bucket. It went on for 10 minutes straight, non stop vomit. I coughed a bit as it stopped, Tom picking me up and bringing me to the bathroom to wash my mouth out.

"You never listen to what I say hm?" he chuckled, kissing the top of my head. He grabbed a hair tie and brushed my hair slowly, pulling it into a ponytail, away from my face.

I started to sob uncontrollably "im so sorry Tom.." clinging onto his arm and nuzzling my face into his neck. "For what honey?" he smirked, "not listening..im sorry" I continued to sob, him kissing me softly to ease my worries "it's fine baby, I know you waned to have fun and I guess you did" he chuckled, pulling me into his lap and rubbing my back gently. "Shh..stop crying baby it's ok.." he whispered in my ear, my tears staining his t shirt.

Eventually my cries came to an end, I stayed on his lap, holding onto him tightly "so warm and cuddly.." I muttered out, my eyes half shut.

He laughed softly, "cmon baby let's get you into bed, you need some sleep" I whined "noo..wanna stay with you.." he smiled "you will be with me, I'll be right beside you ok?" he stroked my hair lovingly, I nodded and got into bed, Tom following behind me as promised, holding me close.

"Goodnight prinzessin, I love you so much" he kissed my neck softly, stroking my hair to help me fall asleep.

[blackdollette]

MY SECOND EURO REQ TODAY !! okay so euronymous in all of his sexy glory is ofc... a metalhead. but his girlfriend is all bubbly, dumb and pink. bimbo ofc. but one day theyre going to a party and his gf had a lil plan 🤭 she puts on some black latex thigh high heels, a rly short black latex skirt that shows off her ass and her black lace thong perfectly and one of his bands tshirts but she cropped it so it shows off a bit of her underboob. and shes even got his corpse paint on 🤭 and hes like hard as a rock the whole drive to the party and when they get there and her black lipstick is smudged against her white paint and her ass is hanging out even more feom the skirt riding up.. he drags her to a room and fucks her hard with that little skirt still on, pushing her against a wall and letting her black tears stream doen her white painted cheeks 🤭🤭 (i got carried away mb...)

ive been waiting for someone to ask for smth like this!!

"wearing a tight dress." | euronymous

white dress. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

word count: 1118

contents: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

you were his dumb little baby. your outgoing, bubbly, and clingy personality went against everything that he was. but something about that dynamic made you two the best couple. he carried you around like a cute little handbag, and you couldn’t be happier following him to all his concerts, parties, and all that.

he had gotten invited to a basement party. there would be drugs, booze, and all of his favourite things, and you couldn't miss the opportunity to join him. he hesitated about allowing you to come, but he couldn't resist that look you gave him. so here you were, getting ready for the party. euronymous banged on the bathroom door. “hurry up in there! we’re gonna be late if we don't leave now!”

“just a sec!” you called out, finishing the last few touches on your makeup. you took a step back and looked at yourself in the mirror. you took a deep breath before opening the door and walking out of the bathroom. “let’s go.” you brushed past him, but he grabbed you arm and looked you up and down, eyes wide.

he looked like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. you were wearing shiny thigh-high black boots, a tiny little latex black skirt that complemented every curve of your hips and waist, fishnet stockings, one of his t-shirts that you had cut really short, showing off the bottom of your tits, and to top it all off, one of his leather jackets.

you had done your hair and makeup too, and he was absolutely breathtaken. he loved you to death in your usual style, but seeing you like this took it to a new level. you had him completely wrapped around your finger now. he would run into a burning building just to buy you mascara. he couldn’t speak. he stammered as he tried to get a single word out, but he was completely stunned.

“c’mon, euro. we’re gonna be late.” you said in a slightly mocking tone. you started walking to the door. he wiped the drool from his chin a followed you out, staring at how your ass moved the entire time. you got into the passenger seat with him trailing behind you. he couldn't get over how you looked. he had fantasized about this too many times to count and here you were, making all his dreams come true.

he got into the driver’s seat and started the car. while he drove, he stole occasional glances at you. you were sitting with one leg on the seat, exposing your tiny black thong. euronymous could’ve died right there. he looked at your soft thighs in the fishnets. he wanted to have his head in between them while he sucked you completely dry.

your tits looked so soft and perky, just begging to be sucked and prodded at. and your sweet little pussy that he could just barely see through your thong… he got so lost in his thoughts that he nearly ran into another vehicle. they angrily honked their horn at him, but he just flipped them off. a few minutes later, you arrived at your destination. 

you could hear loud music blasting from inside the house. you exited the car and started walking toward the house with him walking behind you like a lost dog. his heart, soul, and mind had completely surrendered to your beauty. he caught up and rang the doorbell, taking another quick glance at you.

your ass was pretty much exposed in that tiny little skirt. he just wanted to put his hands all over your body and mark you up so that everybody knew you were completely his. once you were let inside, all eyes were on you. everyone had gotten used to seeing you all dolled up and innocent-looking that this could've easily been a fever dream.

you had everyone under the same spell that you put euronymous under, and he didn't like it one bit. he dragged you into the nearest bedroom and pinned you to the door, kissing you deeply. he pulled away, panting and his face flushed red. he backed up and looked at you once more, his entire body shaking. you had never seen him like this before, but you weren’t complaining.

he seemed… nervous. like he was in the midst of a goddess. you pulled him back to you by his shirt and started kissing him once again. he pinned you to the door again, picking you up and squeezing your ass. you wrapped your legs around him as he unbuckled his belt and let it drop. he had been fighting a raging boner since he saw you walk out of your bathroom, so he was seriously looking forward to getting some relief.

you wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt your pussy starting to drip with desire. he moved his fingers to your pussy, rubbing your clit through your thong and feeling your wetness dripping through the thin fabric. he moved his mouth to your chest, licking the part of your tits that were exposed. 

he started whimpering into your chest. “you look so fucking sexy tonight, angel… wanna fuck you so bad… ” he was drooling all over your tits, his cock already swollen at the tip and bubbling with precum. he tore off your thong and pushed his cock into you, making you both moan loudly. his hands were under your ass, moving you up and down on his cock.

sex with you two was usually very rough, but euronymous seemed to be struggling to keep up that expectation. he was whimpering the entire time, telling you how much he loved you and mumbling things that you never thought you’d hear him say. the room filled with the sound of skin slapping together, your moans, and music from the other room.

both of your makeup was smudged, making a mess on eachother’s faces. he never wanted this moment to end. he didnt know if he’d ever be able to see you this way again. it didn't take long for him to spill all his cum inside of you. it leaked out of your pussy and dripped down his balls. he usually lasted so long, but you were messing with his head in ways that he couldn't understand. 

he continued the abuse on your pussy until you were crying, begging for him to stop. and unlike every other time you begged, he listened this time. making sure that you were ok and apologizing for cumming inside of you without telling you.

it was clear that seeing this side of you had changed something in him. and he hadn’t been the same ever since.

author's note: i have a whole lot of requests to get through (not going in order.) so ill try to get them all out as soon as possible :))

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

Fun fact!

On February 17th, 2005, my husband and I went on out first date. I had broken up with my ex just before Valentine's Day, his valentine stood him up, and we had been flirting for a year by this time.

I worked at a grocery store, and ever day he came in, he would wait in my lane. Didn't matter how many people were ahead of him, he would wait, usually with just two items. He missed his bus home soooo many times, just for those five minutes of flirtation. At the time, I was with an abusive man, but I firmly believed I didn't deserve better. My Bubby showed me otherwise, made me feel like I was worthy of happiness.

A few days before ValDay, my ex came to my flat with a couple friends. I had a cheap frozen pizza baking, and when I removed it when it was done, I saw it had warped during the baking process. My ex immediately got angry, and his friends stepped outside while he cornered me against the hot stove, blaming me for the pizza warping. I burned my back on the edge of the hot stove, and that was it. That's what snapped me out of my fear. I was dealing with bad rounds of PTSD flashbacks because of what happened to me just before ValDay when I was 18. My ex's behavior and the flashback and the absurdity of why he was angry pulled out of the spiral of fear. I got pissed off and snapped, kicked the fucker out, told him to leave the uni campus now or security would do it for him, and told his friends to fuck off into the sun for not protecting me. I was 100 lbs soaking wet, beanpole thin, barely 5'2," and this asshole was 180 lbs and over six feet tall. Almost a whole foot taller than me! I told him we are over. I'm done with him, his bullshit, the way he treats me, and that we are over. He was so shocked by this, his friends had to escort him.

Next few days, Bubby doesn't show up at all at my workplace. Like he up and vanished. I was planning on dropping the info about my being single and without a Valentine. He had told me where he hangs out between classes on the uni campus, so I hung out there for an entire day seeing as I had no classes or work that day. Just hung out while doing homework, waiting for him. Then he shows up, sees me, and is damn near glowing. Turns out, he quit his job, which was at a restaurant in the grocery store parking lot. His Valentine stood him up and ghosted him, so he offered to take me on that date instead.

He proposed nine months later (we do make jokes about that) he proposed to me after I survived a severe case of the flu. I had a high fever for days, couldn't bathe nor shower due to being so sick, he had to escort me to the bathroom just so I could use the toilet. The fever finally broke, and I was able to walk outta the bedroom unassisted. He got down on one knee, just outside the door, and proposed. I was a week without a shower, and he's proposing marriage. The proposal was not a surprise. We had spoken about marriage extensively. A proposal should never be a surprise, just the how and when. Please, for the love of fuck, never make it a public event. Bubby absolutely shocked me with how he did this. Obviously, I said yes!

We married June 18, 2006.

All possible because I dumped my ex and Bubby's date stood him up and ghosted.

BTW that date was a $200 shopping trip at Victoria's Secret, a really fancy expensive dinner, spending hours with other, talking and flirting and having a fucking blast. I still flirt with him, publicly and privately, because it makes him smile and blush.

Until 2019, February has always been the hardest month of the year. After decades of therapy, it's just another month. He got me roses today, found gluten-free mint oreos and bought me a pack (they taste like soft Thin Mint cookies, and i haven't tasted those in over a decade), Reese's Peanut Butter cups, made GF crab cakes and accompanying sauce from scratch, GF bow tie parmesan butter pasta from scratch (the sauce, not the noodles), and we watched the latest Hunger Games film (which does an outstanding job following the book because Suzanne Collins is the executive producer). Normally, we do pretty much nothing. This is the first time I got more than a card, the first time my anxiety was at base level, the fifth year without flashbacks from what caused the PTSD, and I'm soooo happy. He was thrilled to make something and got smiled big when I started crying about the cookies.

It was a fun day, and I wanted to share this story with you.

[bastardtrait]

Scooter Legacy 2020 - generations 1-9

ya know, I was gonna make individual posts about the old generations of this save, since they're coming here from their old home on dreamwidth, but I'm really lazy so we'll just go with the one. a primer post. why not.

for a bit of background, I started this save in the middle of the start of the pandemic, right after completing another legacy, and I blasted through this thing in like, 2 years? I had never felt so fuckin productive. let’s ignore the fact that stopped playing for 1.25 years after generation 8 though. okay.

to the shock of nobody, each colour-coded generation had some story that eventually just devolved into pure gameplay. listen when i tell you i'm a one trick fuckin pony, i mean it. here's what happened:

Generation 1: Percy Scooter and Sebastian Park. my founders. Percy was the sheltered only child of a rich old Chinese woman who hired Sebastian to be her butler and personal service worker. awkward enemies to lovers plot ensues. they had 2 kids: Ollie (who died as a child) and Josie.

fun fact: I was looking at my timeline and it makes perfect sense that Percy's mother, Francie Chen, would've been the younger sister of Chen Ruiyang (Lucky Legacy). they even had the same last name. so I made that canon. duh.

Generation 2: Josie Scooter and Matangi Silva. childhood friends. Mat left town to become a vet, and Josie tracked him down to continue their fledgling romance they had as teenagers. they also had a fuck ton of animals, one of which was the iconic Mayor Whiskers. they had 1 kid: Randy.

Generation 3: Randy Scooter and Collin Pix. Randy, Collin and Ripp Grunt from TS2 were roommates at a college that psychologically broke down students before selling them to aliens for Nefarious purposes. it was kind of a lot. they ran away to Sulani and had 3 kids: Willow, Xander and Landon.

Generation 4: Landon Scooter and Toro Katalunan. childhood friends that reunited as adults that tackled off the grid living together. their friendship and eventual romance persisted through awkward misunderstandings and island ghosts. they had two children: Kai and Sully.

Generation 5: Sully Scooter and Ori Delgado. Ori guided Sully through the jungle in the search of a cure for the genetic condition they were born with (I also brought this up during my flop reclaimed roots legacy). kissing ensued. they had three children: Luca, Brianna, and Damián.

side note: I also started a side story about the Strangerville mystery that coincides with this generation. this family went on to spawn Dakota Dinh, co-founder of the Lucky Legacy. it's all circular y'know?

Generation 6: Damián Scooter and Hari Rotan. I fucking hated this generation because it was Eco Lifestyle. I don't remember the story and I don't want to. they had two kids: Laila and Yasmin.

Generation 7: Laila Scooter and Kawahara Koichi. Laila, a giant fucking twat, goes to university and makes enemies with everyone except the anti-social weirdo that loves robotics. then they terrorised Evergreen Harbour together. they had one child: Xavier, who they sorta neglected ngl lmfao

Generation 8: Xavier Scooter and Fayrouz al-Dimashqi. my FAVOURITE! generation. Xavier, a traumatised individual, moves to San My and has his icy heart opened up by the warm and welcoming Fayrouz. unfortunately, he died before his time, leaving Fayrouz a widow. they had one child: Kaleb.

Generation 9: Kaleb Scooter and Natasha Deleon. Kaleb and his gf Jaesha, family vloggers, are pressured into a wedding for their viewers, which is being planned by Natasha, Kaleb's childhood friend. they run away together from Kaleb's livestreamed wedding. they had three kids: Aaron, Evan, and Naomi.

which leads us to where we are today, with Naomi and Taryn forming Generation 10, and Dexter about to launch Generation 11. let's see where this goes next!

[squeakitties]

Oh dope anons are back I can finally say things I’ve wanted to for a while but haven’t had the courage to off anon:

1. Looking back it’s kind of funny how you can pinpoint the exact moment (in this blog at least) where everything went from ‘I will be normal online for the sake of something’ to ‘if I don’t become a pool toy right now I will fucking die’

2. Following you has. Done things to my brain and now I understand the latex/rubber thing. I get it now. I understand. I overheat too fast for it but I get it.

3. Your artstyle is always so fun and cute to see when it comes up on the dash!!! Like anytime you and krisispiss post on the same day I get a lightning bolt of autism straight to the serotonin machine

4. Your characters are all goals. Elias the most. TFW no demon gfs 😔

I think that was everything but the most important thing is I love your art sososo much and seeing how your style has changed and grown over years of following you has been epic

oouygghhhh god bless YOU this was so nice to read

coming to terms eith myself and my art had been such a blast, thanks for sticking around so long!!!

[ihateapbiology]

Hits different

final parttttt part four there

You immediately blocked her number, blocked her on everything you could think of, hell you found her Gmail and blocked it. How could you be so stupid. Of course she wasn’t a one girl girl, of course she was just fucking with you, but why. You really thought you guys had something how could someone fake that. You were hungry and realized when you stormed out of your apartment you had forgotten your wallet. You wanted to go back and you had hoped that Julien had enough self preservation to not still be there. You came up with a whole plan in your head on what you would do if she was still in there. You would act all unbothered and nonchalant barely even address her. You opened up your apartment door and didn’t see anyone. You poked your head into the bedroom and saw the bed made and no one there. She was gone. You grabbed some stuff and went to the gym to try to get your head right. You blasted “Down Bad” by Taylor Swift and then the rest of your music shuffled. It wasn’t helpful when a Julien Baker song came on. “Hell no she’s not getting my 3 ¢” you angrily thought as you skipped the song.

You had never felt this way before after ghosting someone or having another spark fizzle out. Hell you guys had been dating for just over a month why were you feeling this way. You weren’t dumb. You knew why in the back of your head. You had started the process of falling for this girl, and to have her break your heart, it hurt you. But you almost felt a little proud of yourself, you opened up a bit, a minuscule amount, and you knew this wasn’t your fault.

Your phone buzzed and you assumed it wa your best friend, Georgia, who you had just told what happened but it was actually Phoebe. She texted “y/n I heard what happened I’m really sorry can we talk.”

You had nothing against Phoebe, Julien’s actions weren’t her fault and you didn’t want her to feel awkward or like you two had any bad blood so you responded “yeah, I have a packed day today but tomorrow?” You didn’t actually have plans today you just didn’t really wanna see anyone no matter who it was.

But you two make plans to see eachother for lunch the next day and you continue trying to work through your feelings. You actually allow yourself to process and it makes you kinda feel better.

The next day as 1pm rolls around you go over to the cafe and see the white haired girl sitting at a counter. “Pheebs!” You smile and wave.

As you get a couple feet away from her she stands and says “(y/n hey! Please don’t hate me” she then steps to the side and darts away. You clench your jaw as you see the person behind her. Julien.

“Are you fu-“ you exclaim.

“Please please please let me explain.” She begs.

“I got the idea looking at those DMs.” You snap.

“No you really didn’t” she insists.

“Fine whatever speak.” You sit glaring at her.

“Ok thank you” she smiles “Maria is my ex. I broke up with her more than a year ago but she’s wanted me back ever since. She cheated on me so obviously I would never. She’s been texting me a lot more frequently as of recent probably because like one of our mutual friends must’ve told her about us. I blocked her on messages that’s why she was instagram DMing me. I saw her three days ago, not to hookup but to give her a very very firm talking to and just being like stay out of my life. Because I knew I was gonna ask you to be my gf. I probably should’ve told you about it but I didn’t want something to come out of nothing. I also should’ve blocked her there, but I didn’t think she was crazy enough to keep going after I talked to her. I’m sorry and I clearly see how you interpreted it that way after seeing those DMs.” She finishes and sighs.

Oh My God.

“I am an asshole.” You say bluntly. Julien also hands you her phone so you can scroll through their texts. She’s telling the truth. “Wow I am a literal psycho.” You say.

“Hey hey no you were just doing the best you could with the information you had.” She assures you.

“I never gave you a chance to explain, it’s just i never let myself get close to people, never even get in relationships cause im scared to get hurt and i was super on edge cause I really opened up to you and then I didn’t really think logically but I promise you I’m not crazy like that.” You offer her a smile.

“I know you’re not crazy and I really appreciate you opening up to me.” She says.

“I should’ve let you explain god, I feel so stupid.”

“Well in your defense I should’ve explained who Maria was at least long before this happened and communicated everything better.” She says.

“I guess we know we both need to work on different aspects of communication.” You softly say.

“Will you have me again?” She shyly smiles.

“The better question is will you have me.” You laugh.

“10000%” she smiles.

This conversation is the beginning of your and Julien’s beautiful relationship where you both heal from your pasts and communicate better! Huzzah!!! (can you tell I don’t know how to write endings)

[toournextadventure]

The gfs find out about Birb’s behind all the missing people because she took a necklace/bracelet/ring, whatever from them, and gifted it to one of them. They (Wednesday) recognize it from the missing persons picture, and confronts her head on abt it.

—

“Fin.”

“Hm?”

“What’s this?” Wednesday asked.

“A ring?”

“Where did you get it.”

They both are silent for a moment.

“The antique store.” Fin said as she turned back to the stove. Holding Tara’s hand as her other busied itself with stirring the vegetable soup.

Wednesday ponders. Wondering if Fin really thinks she has gotten that dumb to believe she got it from some antique store.

“That’s peculiar. I saw this same ring on Sebastian Hunter’s finger.”

She noticed that twitch in Fin’s eye. How her wings pressed closer against her back at that name. “What’re you suggesting? That I have any clue about where he is? I would’ve told the cops if I did. You know that.” She spoke without turning away from the food.

Tara’s attention was grabbed. So was Vada’s and Lorraine’s from the table. Camila and Phoebe still nowhere to be found.

“I’m not suggesting anything, Fin. It is just a coincidence that this guy goes missing and you show up with a ring that looks exactly like his.”

The entire kitchen is silent. The music Vada was blasting earlier has long been turned down.

“Wasn’t- wait, Sebastian? Like, old high-school flirt Sebastian? Didn’t he try getting with Vada?” Lorraine pointed out. That ticked Fin off. No no. That enraged her. How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is? Touching and flirting with Vada. Fucker deserved it.

“Precisely.” Wednesday turned. “I find it odd how the day after he went missing, you came home with that ring, and some more steak.”

Silence.

“The fact you aren’t speaking is not helping you at all, Fin Smith.”

“I didn’t fucking kill him. I don’t know where he is, what happened, I don’t know any of it! If I did, I would’ve done something. I’m no psycho!” She lashed. Her hand moving around more than usual as she spoke. A clear sign of anxiety and nervousness.

“I never said he was murdered.” Wednesday spoke again.

Shit.

“Fin.” Tara let go of her hand, quickly taking steps back to hide herself behind Wednesday.

“Okay. Listen,” Fin started.

“Holy fuck.”

“It was for a good reason.” She tried defending herself. Which was hard in this certain situation.

“Fin.”

“Wednesday-“

“No. I’m talking.” Wednesday interrupted, stepping closer. Immediately, Fin stopped talking. Lips pressed into a tight line. Fingers tracing the outline of her nails.

“When you came home, did you feed us Sebastian?” Her voice was monotone as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.

Silence again.

“Fin, answer me. When you came home after work, did. You. Feed. Us. Sebastian.”

Nothing.

“Oh my god.” Tara‘s voice spoke behind Wednesday, hands trembling. Gal can’t catch a break. The past two lovers had turned out to be killers for the Carpenter.

Gagging is heard from Vada, Lorraine cringing. The longer Fin stared at Wednesday, the longer she could see the smallest smirk on her face. A hint of.. approval? Maybe? Behind her eyes.

Wednesday wasn’t proud necessarily, she was just more proud of the fact she was able to find out what was behind- probably all of the missing people as of lately before the police could. Only downside, that person was the lovable, rebellious but sweet bird known as her girlfriend.

Wednesday knew she had a type.

You had me on the edge of my SEAT with this. The pacing, the revelation, poor Vada and Tara. I want you to know that I am full-on invested in all of this and am 100% down bad for this Birb 😪

[hislittleraincloud]

Grandpa Tor Remembers: Camping with UMass Boys (and their plentiful tents)

So (2) people want to know about the time my girlfriend and I put on a show for a dorm full of guys.

Alright. 🫠

It was the Fall 1993 semester at UMass Amherst, and my girlfriend (let's call her...'Kelly') was dorming with a Puerto Rican girl who was obsessed with Luis Miguel (this girl was a walking stereotype of Puerto Ricans 💀). There were posters of the guy all over the room — along with the requisite Jesus iconography/crucifix on the damn wall — without any space for my girlfriend's shit, so if we were going to be doing anything, we'd still be surrounded by that guy's face (and fkn Jesus, when Kelly was Jewish and I was atheist 😭🤣). This roommate hated being around my gf and hated it even more when I was around, so thankfully the weekend this happened, she had gone home to wherever the fuck she was from (Holyoke, I think) and my gf let me know so I could hop a bus over. Zero to do with the story, just setting the weird ass scene I was shuffled into at that time in my life. If I recall, her roomie wanted to be a nurse, too. 💀💀💀💀💀 But she was also big religious/a big Jesus beater, so she hated being roomed with a free-spirited Jewish lesbian like Kelly and made Kelly's life Hell whenever she was around.

Me being highly sexed and Kelly being receptive all the time led us to start fucking as soon as we got up into the roommateless room. Today, there was a banana involved, but the boys did not see that part. 😉🍌 Yes it went where you're thinking...not into me though 💩

Her bed was next to the wall and window. If you sat up in the bed, you could turn your head to see out the window and see the other dorms across the ways.

I was lying on my back on the bed and Kelly was doing her usual sexy stripper dance over me (this was a thing she did for me/us...easy to do with the Lords of Acid blasting around you)...and she suddenly turned beet red and started laughing.

Now when Kelly turned beet red and started laughing the way she did at the time, you know something's fucked up, so I sat up and asked her what was wrong. She knelt down and her laughter got worse (she was the giggly type). She pointed towards the window, so I looked out to see a whole fucking bunch of guys watching her from the windows of the other dorm (like... I'm not talking just a couple of guys... I'm talking dozens, since the windows were filled up with smiling, amused young college boys).

So instead of getting embarrassed, what did I do...I got on my knees and told Kelly to calm it and to straighten her back so they could see us pressed together. After waving at them, I (we) pulled a Cairo for their male gaze

after which they were all cheering like it was a fucking football game and someone just scored a touchdown.

Our kissing lasted much longer than the above drunken Male Gaze Kiss, so I hope some of them enjoyed themselves. We did not show them anything else besides boob (we were both un our bras and I flashed them, but Kelly was too shy...maybe because hers were big and mine were like Ortega's), but they seemed satisfied just to watch us make out and feel each other up. College boys in the '90s were too easy, and we both had our pick (but we were too picky...both interested in older men). Kelly said she wasn't sure if she could show her face on campus after that but all was good, she was never bothered by anyone about it.

I know, it wasn't as big of a show as you expected. We didn't fuck in front of them (well, we technically did, but they couldn't see it...and they knew that we were going to because before I sank back down onto the bed with Kelly, I gave them a final wave and a 👅✌🏼...I could see some disappointed faces but most were happy and waving g'bye back 🤭). We saved that kind of thing for later, when we fucked in front of my big dicked comics store boss who wanted to join in (but we didn't let him). 👹

Next story? I suppose I ought to do a new poll.

[lilliumrorum]

Okay guys weed story time *a new tradition* (Every time I am in an interesting rotation or situation I will post it)

The first time I ever got high I was 14(DO NOT SMOKE UNDERAGE YALL) and my friend had invited me back to his house after we had been in a parade for AFJROTC.

Originally we were supposed to go back to get his money and then walk back to the restaurant (which was all the way across the city from his house). On the way there, I was still wearing my Combo-1 Uniform (cap included) and this important for later in this recount of events. After nearly being attacked by a dog, we made it to his house.

He told me about how he fucked his girl and got caught (my at the time bestfriend) on the couch and I remember looking at him like ???

We went back to his room to get his wallet and I instantly smelled bud. He noticed the lil smile on my face (I had smoked before but never got high) and he was like "You wanna smoke, bubbles?" (Btw this was my nickname bc of an inside joke in ROTC)

And this is how it went:

"Sure, but nothing's gonna happen. 'Never works"

A wicked grin spread across his face as he passed me a wax pen and uttered:

"Something will happen, follow my lead. If you don't feel it you're fuckin immortal."

So as I suck the life out of his cart he puts on Rammstein and blasts it on his fucking speakers, and he makes me hold the hit in for as long as I can before I cough. THEN HE WHIPS OUT A FUCKING PEACE PIPE WITH AN AXE ON IT.

"Now you're gonna hit this, trust me that pen aint shit"

I was already beginning to feel the effects of the wax, but I trusted him.

After taking 8 hits off of the pipe he had me take 5 dabs (Fuckin love dabs) and I was starting to get paranoid.

He just took a picture and laughed at me and said he was gonna send it to his gf (my best friend at the time) and then MADE ME HIT A FUCKING BONG.

After 15 more minutes of fucking around with his guitar and fumbling about, he took me to the garage with a joint (Mike Tyson knockout strain) and a pipe and we finished them both off.

"How's life right now, Lily?"

"Oh its goooooood." I giggled with a dumb-ass smile and a thumbs up.

He laughed for like a minute straight and I was bewildered bc like pls stop this is not funny I'm new to being high and I'm trying my best to breathe rn I'm breathing manually.

So he led me outside and whipped out his phone and was like "What does it look like"

I have the video if yall wanna see it but I looked terrible

"ITS SO FUCKING GREEN HOLY SHIT IT'S LIKE GTA WHEN YOU HIT FRANKLINS BONG AND THE FISHEYE CAMERA MIXED WHAT THE FUCKKKK IM TRIPPING FUCKING TESTICLES MATE."

So anyways I ended up almost getting run over two times bc I was bumbling around and my shoes were making my feet blister and he didnt make an effort to help me. After walking for four miles we finally got to the restaurant and he ordered me a wrap and bought it for me (which was really sweet) and a smoothie, but my eyes were red as shit and I needed to go to sleep so I decided to nap on the table.

There we were, still in our uniforms, but I looked higher than NASA at this point and I eventually was asked if I was alright and caught a few stares.

I ran to the bathroom bc I almost threw up.

After 15 minutes he walks in the bathroom and drags my ass out of the stall and starts fucking hollering laughing and saying shit like HAHAHA I KNEW I COULD WIN or something like that and called himself my weed demon like ?????

He barely even smoked compared to me...

My mum's name flashed on my phone and he picked it up for me and claimed I threw up at his house and I was going home (It was close to the restaurant so I would be home soon) and she was like OKAY:D and all happy bc she thought I wasn't depressed anymore since I was with a friend I guess.

After he walked me home I immediately looked down and averted eye contact with my mom and her ex and just speed walked my ass to my room with my leftovers.

I heard a quiet "I think shes high"

And just said NO. not a yell, just fuckin

NO.

and when I woke up that night I fucked up that food and smoothie and facetimed him and his gf while devouring it.

Experience rating: 7/10

Good food, Almost got killed, almost got my ass beat by my mom, guitar, good music, Indica.

@konigslittleliebling wanna share your experience with a reblog bae?

[awkwardlyaaron]

Random highlights from a night you probably didn't attend

I did it! I threw a party! And people showed up! (First and last time I tried litterally no one showed up so it's been like 10 yrs) better friends make all the diffrence

I threw a Onsie party, yep, adults in animals onsies hanging out and having fun!

I spent 3 days on a paper mache pinata to stand up to adults and it worked! We took almost an hour busting it open and out of over 10 adults who broke a croket racket and a large branch on it it with held the whole time!

It was jam packed full of candy, like over 5lbs of solid candy shaped into a hard formed Dino swinging around wildly. That fucker hurt! It was wacking people and getting it's fair fight in before we bashed it open at the end! It spilled candy out into the neighbors yard and into a dry ditch. Of course we did it at night i had to find the rest of the candy this morning to limit sugar fueled squirrels rampaging. We only missed 4 things!

I made a ton of snacks for it. No bake cookies, rice crispie treats, Naan and GF Naan, a cinnamon strudel cake, puppy chow, and pumpkin bread. It was demolished and I have barely left which is great it was way too much food. I did make the mistake of too many sweets though. Whoops

A freind brought by a whole DJ system to mix music and had a whole room decked out in black lights and colorful little disco balls and brought party favors

I couldn't have asked for a better night

I was so happy I almost cried (might be again now, just almost) I was so nervous about shit. Me and my housemates busted ass cleaning the day of and cooking and prepping and it went fantastic

I was always super stoked to go to parties in highschool and hang with friends and do what I've just done but never got to and it was a downer but I'm so stoked I've been able to kick things off even better than I could have fathomed I could in the past.

If you've for some reason read this far I hope you find friends who love and appreciate you and show up ready to throw down and make any event a blast just by showing up. It feels so nice to be loved by people who aren't in it for anything that favors them other than a good time and I could only hope everyone finds that in life. It may not come when you want it to to but with age and experience some of the best shit can happen (and worst but you just gotta work on more good memories to overwrite that shit)

I know it's not something you can have on demand and it may not come for years on end but I hope you surround yourself with lovely people

Sorry rambling, it's been a long night and I feel so blessed by the people I know now days

Oh my god I'm fucking crying

[svndaze]

This is a long one. I feel like such a hypocrite. At my worst I am negative and resentful and hateful, mostly kept to myself and I try not to let it be shown on the outside. I feel insane inside sometimes. I have a tendency to think hateful and hurtful thoughts. I know a lot of people do, it's human, but for me it can be scary and irrational. Luckily I dont act on them, and I've gotten so much better as an adult. I have a much better grasp on my emotions in my 30's than any other period of my life. I'm also a lot more understanding as to why people are the way they are. And I understand that everybody has trauma that makes them act the way they do. But how can I judge men with anger issues and look down on people who don't benefit society and the people around them, when I'm essentially just doing the same? Who the hell am I? I expect everybody else to treat people with kindness and take into consideration what others are going through, but I slip up and forget to do it myself. It's mostly with people who react a certain way... With people who react with hostility and judgment towards others. I get so passionately angry about it. But at the end of the day, I know inside of me that people who act in anger and judgment have probably been brought up that way, and/or have trauma of their own like we all do. So why do I have such a hard time empathizing with them? I fucking empathize with everyone, except rapists and people who kill in cold blood of course. But I catch myself judging others all the time. Maybe not for dumb shit like the clothes people choose to wear (I hate it when people judge others for stupid things like that. who CARES!?), but I still catch myself judging people for shit. I know it's human of me, but still - why do I do this? I am so flawed and I have so many characteristics that I despise about myself, so who am I to be bothered by other people's flaws? Or I get irritated with people who drive too slow. Or too fast. Or this or that. I judge people who blast their personal info on social media for everyone to see, but I try to remind myself that maybe it's their only outlet that helps them sleep at night and if it doesn't concern me then why should I care.

I judge people that walk around with more than three kids - but actually, I dont care about that one lol. In this day and age with all the shit going on in this world and all the pollution and trash we add to this planet on a daily basis, and you have the audacity to add MORE to it? We're so overpopulated as it is. Humans have absolutely trashed poor Earth. And people just carry on spitting out more offspring as if it doesn't matter. As if their kids are really going to impact this planet in a beneficial way. But then I come back to myself and think, well what the hell am I doing to benefit anything or anybody?

I am full of so much empathy and compassion, but it can change in a split second. I can become so resentful, defensive, and angry in a matter of seconds. My emotions are so intense, and again I cannot reiterate enough that I have grown so much and become a healthier person in my adult life; but I still hold so much resentment in my heart from old experiences and trauma that I should have healed from by now. And certain behavior really just still triggers me.

I'm sad and angry too because I dont have a lot of positive influences in my life and never have. I did for a while, years ago, but those friendships were sabotaged and ended for certain reasons. I want so badly to build new relationships and get positive people like that back in my life, but it's been exhausting trying to find my people. I havent had much luck. I went to meet an old friend the other day + her girlfriend and her girlfriend's best friend. We went to a dj set, so I thought I'd drag myself out of my house to be social and have a good time. But I showed up and her gf and gf's best friend were just sitting on the outskirts, couldnt even see the stage, and kept judging everybody and talking about people. I got so irritated so quickly. Like, I volunteered my precious time for THIS? They were talking about some girls that had their feet in the dirty city fountain. Was it gross? Sure, I wouldnt put my feet in there nor touch that water. Do I care that some strangers decide to? Hell no. It doesnt concern me. I literally do not care. But those two wouldnt shut up about it. And she kept talking down to my friend. I'm not keen on watching people talk down to their significant others, especially in front of people. I've been with people who did this shit to me - both romantically, and so-called "friends". It's really triggering to me. If you talk down to your partner, fuck you. Especially if they're MY friend! I really wasted my time trying to pull myself out of my house and out of this deep slump that I have been in for weeks, and see my friend, just to spend it with two little judgmental assholes. I wish my friend wasn't dating her. She seems to keep getting with girls who act this way. Then I think...damn, I keep getting with people who treat me like shit, too. Nobody I've been with ever really made me feel loved, unless it was during a short phase at their convenience. It's so sad. I'm sick of being around negative, miserable people. I, too, have been miserable and negative in my past and I cant be around people who dont lift me up anymore. It's awful for my mental health. And I tolerate it significantly less now that I've reached my 30's and have some actual self esteem. My time is precious. So is yours. Don't waste it on people who don't deserve it. Spend it with people who make you feel good about yourself. Unfortunately, for me it seems to be harder to find people that are good for me. I really just dont connect with others. I have a lot of friends and acquaintances, but nobody I genuinely connect with. On the flip side, I made a good friend recently... Still getting to know each other, but so far she seems like a great candidate for a new friend.

And apparently there is a tornado watch right now. Wtf.

[clydezo]

Hey bitch! Just to let you know, no I do not check Ur shit but when you put ALL MY FUCKING SOCIALS on blast for being a proshipper (which I'm not I'm a comshipper which is complex ships like immortal x mortal for example CLENNY) I get death threats and rape threats and those threats tell me about your new staw.page!!! I am literally having to make a whole new Roblox account, tiktok account just so you will leave me the fuck alone. This has been going on for OVER a year. So just pack it in. Idgaf about you honestly and I hope U go kys. Ur boyfriend will leave you like Ur Kenny did!! (This is on anon purely so U cannot find my new socials, freak.) I have not checked anything to do w U at all. But when I randomly got told I'm going to get raped and murdered because "clydezo exposed you for being a proshipper on his DNI" I'm obviously going to go check it out. So yeah! I'm having to make new socials on EVERYTHING because U can't leave me alone. Ur honestly obsessed. Also do U have any proof of me being a proshipper? And about the blue flower it's to match my gfs self inserts orange flower. Nothing to do with you. I would appreciate if U left me n my gf alone and also tell Ur bf to not stalk our accounts? If U don't reply to this I'll just know Ur ashamed and embarrassed of being such a narcissist bitch! Anyways bye!

I mean, cool! I don’t have to see anything anymore. The threats aren’t cool and I guess I should’ve thought about that, I’ve been silent for months while you had your side of the story up and I haven’t gotten anything from anyone somehow.

You made posts about shipping Gojo x Yuji btw, and the coffin of Andy and LeyLey stuff. A little odd even if it’s coping, I don’t know how my boyfriend found your accounts but I’m not going to ask because I did not tell him “GO, GO, GO, find out what you can about them and report back to me!”

I’m sorry about the threats, you can make new accounts but I’m keeping up my dni even if people can’t find you anymore. It’s a DNI for a reason.

I don’t have any proof as I haven’t screenshotted that stuff but I saw it. Your twitter also simply popped up on those following things, I’m not going to say it as I don’t think anyone knows your user on there. I don’t know the people who read the straw.page and went back to you, but I guess they’re fucked up for saying that shit I see that in proshippers comments a lot.

No, I’m not embarrassed at all. I think it would be better if you got off completely but as long as I don’t see you, I can think you did and you don’t exist.

Personally I would leave my partner out of it as well, I saw her in my profile views before and that’s how I found out her account and blocked it.

[rage-claw]

grateful for the snap decision to celebrate the anniversary with the gf earlier this month when we went to see wrestling because the actual date is today and im on my period, the gf is sick, our cat had a medical emergency a few days ago and has been blasted out of her mind on opioids ever since. what the fuck is going on lmao

[the-acid-pear]

Yeah dreamt my dad died. At first it was very goofy bc his gf and me and co were taking him down like a boss in a platformer aka with a little puzzle like we had to move around to hit him but then he was like actually dying and we were blasting him w radiation so his skin started burning so I stood up and left. And I had to go back and forth twice once I went into a room w the other side of my family where my aunt yelled at me while my uncle and cousin just looked down (they all sat in a circular table) but she apologized she just wanted me to close the door so I left and went back for what I needed (my phone) and I said something to my father before I went to a bathroom and it was my fucking grandma's bathroom and then I just felt the weight of my circumstances and I wasn't sad just yet bc he was up to some evil shit before we did this I guess but I realized just how lonely it was gonna be and how nobody would be there to help me anymore and complaint because he lost his mother way later I was just a teen (I am not but mentally I never left 2019 [i told you guys the car got me that year everyone just didn't realize [[that's why I am so pale]]]) but even with the tiny things like if i did manage to achieve something i wanted like what if i finally got my glasses and i couldn't find him to celebrate with? So yeah I got so sad I woke up.

[unknwnxquantity]

I’m going through this phase where all I wanna do is listen to music. I used to avoid music for years or venturing into new songs by even my fav artists bc I needed that comfort of knowing the songs beforehand, while also delivering nostalgia. Same with shows or movies, after my first year or two of college I stopped exploring bc it was scary. But now I just wanna listen full blast, to ofc my favorite songs that feel like I’m transcending, songs that are new to me, songs that express the realness of complex emotions. Or just fun songs bro just lightheartedness not everything needs to be “deep and beautifully crafted” in order to just appreciate how it was made and executed.

Since feb 2022 after watching Billie eilish’s Apple TV doc, it became clear to me that music is in my future. I cried when I realized that (what also helped was seeing her in concert that same month LITERALLY ME AND MY GF SQUEEZED INTO THE FRONT OF THE PIT and she just knows how to work a crowd, it was an otherworldly experience and I’ll always be grateful to my gf putting me onto her as well as other artists that have now became important to me— she also was the one who had the tickets so s/o to her). I have a weird relationship with it but doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate it the same as someone who’s whole life and being is just music music music. I love writing and bringing the perfect sentence(s) or phrases to life.

And yet I haven’t started the process of music making bc I’m scared. lol I need to let that go!! Idk really too much about music production but I should start!! I started a tiny tiny bit but nothing really. It’s like when I went to school for fashion and was tryna gather up all this information to make a clothing brand, except I kept gathering and gathering instead of doing. And now I lost my momentum and that era in streetwear is over and it wouldn’t hit the same. My hearts not in it and the time has changed. The times are CONSTANTLY changing at the most rapid speed due to social media and the evolution of the internet. It’s so fucked it’s kinda like what’s the point? Will we even be here in 10 years with all the fucked up wars and fucked up foods and polluted air and toxic chemicals in our clothes, beds, PLASTICS, Plastic water bottles!!! Everything is killing us. So I’m like what’s the point of starting music ? I don’t even want kids bc of how things are so fucked for our generation. But I should do it anyway bc all I just listed (is very valid) but very much an excuse to not live up to my life’s purpose. Listening to my silly little songs and writing different phrases and ideas that pop up into my head in my notes app is the only thing that feels along with my purpose in life.

I love how I’m back on here after taking away my IG. It’s filling the void but it’s also so nice to be anonymous. And not worry about who’s unfollowing me, who viewed my story, who’s judging me… who’s finding me? Who finds me boring? Who is secretly stalking and obsessed with me?? I hate being perceived but also love it.

I have to start getting ready for work I wish I could type more but yeah