#what the fuck qould you call it

[mr-bugs]

bobor on my fmien

[aachria]

So i just wanna say. I CALLED IT 🗣‼️🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

The luffy and ed conversation and the resulting tension was jst so so so sad man.

The strawhat interactions at the park were so funny amd everyone being so concerned for ed was rlly cute tho they dont got anyone to blame but themselves. They fr did not think "following her everywhere" through huh.

The way i just knew the second Ed and Camie were alone that they qould get snatched up 😭 why do you do this to us :/

Also idk when i became a regular asker but life will send us down weird paths 🤷‍♂️

Yeah ok you kinda called it. In Ed’s defence when the devil is playing Mozart on your eyeballs from inside your head being a good bodyguard is very hard.

I’m out here writing beautifully happy things with Ed & Luffy and then turning around like hmmm I could write something so tragic and so upsetting. The lord giveth and the lord taketh away ig.

And uh hell yes life sends us down weird paths what the fuck am I doing here???

[my-castles-crumbling]

sorry to bother but omg i just have to rant about this because it sucks

I just moved to a new school (like new country so I don't know anyone or anything) and there's this kid and from what I heard from other people (i never got to talk to them so idk preferred pronouns or anything so i'm gonna just use them) their trans.

and it sucks bc the entire grade (like including the group that i've been hanging out with) made fun of them. Like on girl called them "the girlboy" and like people made fun of them for using the boys bathrooms. I heard last week that they left the school because so many people were making fun of them and that's just horrible right? like what the fuck is wrong with people.

And now I (who has been questioning my gender for like 2 fucking years and thought this year would be a new start) can't experiment with my pronouns. because everybody here is shitty. I was the one who sent in the ask about the 3 guys being absolutley shocked that I was gay btw. I didn't say it in the last ask because it happened a few days after but I was talking to this girl who's in a different grade. we're friends from a club we both do. anyway i was talking to her before the class i had with the 3 guys and I walk to where they are bc one of my friends is there and we were all waiting for the teacher and he was like

"she's so weird, the girl you were talking to"

and i realised that i think they associate queer with weird if that makes sense. like the person i was talking to looks queer (and they are) and I think that's why he thinks she's weird because he has literally never had a conversation with her once in his life. so i think the reason they didn't think i was gay is because i don't look "weird" to them.

anyway it just sucks because when i was first moving here i hoped i could have a friendgroup that i could be more open about experiementing my gender with? if that makes sense? at my old school i was really open about being gay but my friends were a bit weird about that so i never told them. I have one friend tho and she' honestly my favorite person can i rant about her for a second? i'm going to anyway

She has tumblr too and when i first told her about it was around the same time she convinced me to get tumblr so she wanted to tall people to look for my account and i just had 1 conversation with her about how i was questioning stuff and it was a while before that and she asked me like "hey is she ok for the post i was gonna make or qould you prefer he or they? or something else?" and i was like "would they be ok?" and she was like "ofc" that was the first time that anyone's used they/them for me actually

and this might be bc she's bi but she was my only friend there who wasn't weird about me being gay. even before she started identifying as bi. like most of my friends would make off hand comments and tell everyone they knew i was gay and she was just chill. she laughed at my jokes (and now makes jokes with me).

she's also just like literally the best person ever like the first day of my new school i couldn't find my class and i was about to cry bc i was so overwhelmed and i texted her and she made me laugh and helped me calm down and gave me ideas of what to do and helped me find my class even tho she wasn't even in the same fucking country

all this to say people at my school are dicks and i miss my friend and i can't try out new pronouns in person bc people at my school are dicks

Thank you so much for reading (if you did) sorry for ranting

Hi!

Please don't apologize for ranting, I completely understand why you're upset. I'm glad you at least have one friend who is great (I wish she was at your school)! Does your school have a Gay-Straight Alliance or anything you could go to, to see if there are other people who are queer that you might not be aware of?

Naming you convinced anon!

[archtroop]

I think the biggest irony ever of all of this. Is that on October 7th, that morning, and the weeks after, Isrselis gave the world a true view at what Anarchy might look like, down to the very bone of the dictionary definition.

It was this hivemind that saved the day, because the state, the system and the military high ranks were all in stupor. Hadn't it been the people, the civilians, there qould have been much, much more casualties and more hostages. And as painful as it is, I will never forget this very fact.

It was the bus drivers who left wherever during that cursed day rode like hell to evacuate ppl of their own accord, basically taking company property busses with them, and fuck the system.

Those were the reservists who guided each other through the bushes and the gunfire with WhatsApp to drag out shocked survivors, unlocking armored and initiating military protocols sans high ranking approval.

It were the teens hiding in the bushes passing their locations by GPS coordinates to the few Air Force operators that were behind the screens and completely blinded, so they could direct choppers in the smoke.

It were volunteers from all over that tiny state that stood up and ran into the fire dragging ppl out.

It was not the state. It was not the IDF as an organization, either.

No. It were ppl who took their skills and did it.

As of now, there are at least two academic papers on Israel being written about the phenomenon of what the civilian population pulled out on that day and the weeks that followed.

But this, does not fit the narrative. So you will probably won't hear about this.

Statistics go as far as to say that HALF the ppl in Israel (which hit 10 million marker this past week), had had a hand in the elaborate non state lead activity of assisting, helping, feeding, transportation, saving, identifying etc - the hell that was October 7th.

The civilian OPPOSITION to current government pulled this state by the shoelaces with uts bare hands after the initial elaborate pull.

In the end, where there is no state, there are people.

And Israelis, know it the best.

More sources I gathered months back, articles and mentions:

In Hebrew there is a saying.

אם אין אני לי מי לי

"If I will not stand up for myself who will".

Now, call it however you want. I will wait for this academic analysis of the events when it comes.

But for all I care? Deeds speak louder than words.

Some are tea party phonies. Others, DO.

Or, how the Russian song goes, "Anarchy - is the mother of order".

No, I did not read many books on the subject. No, I did not go to thw right circles. I was never any part of any group of ppl that celebrated the A.

But I know what I saw.

"I don't think any state should exist"

*proceeds to exclusively target one specific state*

Yeah, I don't believe "Anarchism" is your primary position.

[prttydolls]

miscommunications ❝ d . m ❞

sypnosis ; you were angry at draco for his assistant flirting with him, but what happens when you actually hurt his feelings?

warning(s) ; miscommunications, jelly!reader, angst

a/n ; thank you c, for the last name idea and noa & ani for motivating me🤍

you wanted to suprise draco because his company got over 5 thousand clients in one year.

you got him a cake, with bold letters stating “ congrats on the 5 thousand clients ! ”

you were skipping happily to dracos office when you suddenly see a scene you did not want to see.

you saw, martha wormwood draco’s newest assistant because his old one got fired for stealing all the company supplies for their own greedy reason.

she was flirting with draco, and he wasn't even bothered to tell her to bugger off or something.

you felt so, angry with him. he didn't even mind the fact she was touching him all over the place! he probably even enjoyed the attention he was getting from the famous martha. you just left the cake on the floor outside his office and stormed out the building.

you needed to cool off.

• a few hours later . . .

you were currently smoking on your front porch, you werent waiting for draco no. draco was far from your concern, he could stay in that stupid office of his and let martha rub herself all over that pathetic twat-

“hey.”

you turned to see it was draco, you rolled your eyes at him and replied ; “oh, i thought you werent coming home.” with obvious sarcasm.

he sat down next to you at the swing, looking confused. “whats that supposed to mean?”

you scoffed at him for being so clueless, “nothing, anyways how was your day?” you quickly changed the topic before he qould realise what he done.

“uhm, well .. its been quite tiring i could need some stress reliever...” he said as he motioned his hand onto your inner thigh, god this man was hot- you almost forgot anout your cold attitude towards him.

“yeah, no.” you quickly moved away, dracos eyes quickly widened, did he just- make you uncomfortable? that was never his intention?

“darling? did i make you uncomfortable? im very sorry i know i shouldn't-” he apologized.

no, you werent uncomfortable you just didn't wanna deal with him after what you saw in his office.

“no, you didn't. shouldn't you have that martha girl to help you relieve your stress?” you spat harshly at the blonde.

“what? what about martha?”

“oh please! dont act dumb, i saw her flirting with you in the office when i came by to drop the cake, but obviously you were too busy with wormwood to even notice your so called ‘love of your life’ passing by!”

draco was shocked at your sudden outburst, you rarely raised your voice around him.

“i- what?, i didn't even notice-”

you let out a cold laugh at his response, “ofcourse you dont notice things , afterall you were draco malfoy. YOU NEVER NOTICE THINGS! ugh, your just like your father! always so careless around womens hearts!” you quickly slapped your mouth with your hand, fuck. you messed up, big time.

“wait no- draco i didn't mean like that-” you explained, draco already looked like he was about to cry.

He never wants to me compared to his father, even it was from his mother, friends etc.

he didn't expect it to be you saying that to him.

“is that what you think of me huh? that im like my father?”

you instantly shook your head as a "no", you felt terrible. draco looked like he was about to cry.

“y/n, i didnt expect this from you.”

.....

no words were exchanged for a minute or two.

“im staying at blaise for the night, im sure you wouldn't want a man whos careless about a womans heart around you.”

• the day after the fight . . .

you felt so disgusted with yourself, you hurt your own husbands feelings.

you were sulking in the manor, alone.

you walked around the halls , until you saw draco in his study sobbing. you didn't wanna disturb him, but your heart broke at the sight.

draco was facing at the side of the couch, him laying down and crying.

“im such a bad husband, maybe y/n is right...im like my..- my father.. god how did i even mess this marriage thing up ...”

you wanted to hug him and console him that no, he didnt mess up you did. you were just so angry at martha , you took it out on draco and you felt shit about it.

but both of you needed to just have space for now. so you just left him sobbing at the couch, as guilt slowly eats you alive.

• 2 days later . . .

guilt, the feeling that you have been experiencing for the past 2 days. you needed to apologize to draco, but it was like he was ignoring you and that drove your mind crazy.

this was the first time, in seven years of dating, and two years of being married that a fight has lasted over TWO whole days .

yes, of course you and draco weren't a perfect couple there was ups and downs, and bumps in your relationship but you both loved each other endlessly.

when you used to fight, you both cant sleep while being mad at eachother.

always resolve conflict before bed.

now, that rule was broken over a silly little argument.

you lit up a cigarette, and sat down at the porch.

suprisingly draco sat down next to you shortly after you sat down. there was an awkward but comforting silence between you two.

“l-look, i-” this was now or never y/n.

“im sorry what i said 2 days ago.. i w-was just so upset at martha- and didnt even give you a chance to explain your side.. im so sorry draco..” you confessed, as your eyes turned glossy.

draco cooed at your teary eyes, and held your cheeks.

“im sorry too, i should've- I should've told martha to fuck off, i am so sorry i should have been really considerate in picking my assistants.”

you giggled at him as you threw your *now unlit* cigarette somewhere on the ashtray .

“we are really stupid over fighting something silly.” you laughed. “yeah, we are. i promise id fire wormwood tommorow alright?”

you nodded at him and kissed him lovingly, you were so lucky to have this man.

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[the-offside-rule]

Jordan Henderson (Liverpool) - Emergency?

Requested: by anon

Prompt: 23 - "I just want you to ask politely."

Warnings: smut, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, riding, cursing

Jordan had been sat on his phone during his lunch time. He had been scrolling through twitter, Instagram, everything! He was still vividly bored. "Alright, everyone to the pitch in the next ten minutes!" One of the coaches announced. Jordan groaned. He was too bored to even train. Just as he was going to turn his phone off, he got a text from his fiancée, Y/n. He quickly opened it and his eyes went wide at what he saw. A photo of her, in red lingerie. It hugged her figure perfectly and Jordan quite frankly couldn't bare to imagine her all by herself at home looking that good. He read the text under the photo.

Kaylee is at her grandparents, care to join me ;)

He needed to get back home, he just had to. It had been ages since they had done something and it wasn't everyday their daughter Kaylee wasn't home. He looked around for the big man himself, finally seeing him walking out the door to the training pitch. He shoved his phone into his pocket and ran after Jurgen, calling him as he did. "Hey, Boss!" He shouted one final time, grabbing the German's attention. "Jordan? Are you alright?" Klopp asked, confused as Jordan's lips had parted and he had looked shocked. "Yeah, yeah, Kayla is just sick. Have to go pick her up since the missus is out of town." Jordan said, quickly putting his phone away. "Is there no one else that can pick her up? Maybe her grandparents-"

"She's being brought to the hospital." He said quickly. Klopp nodded, confused about the whole story but not questioning it. "Well, I suppose you have to. I'll let the coaches know you won't be making it." Jordan nodded and chewed at the inside of his lip. "Can I go now? It's kind of urgent-"

"Yes, yes of course! Go!" Jordan ran off the training pitch and out towards his car. Others on the team swore he had never ran as fast. Oh but only if they knew why he was running. He'd probably never driven as fast either. He pulled into the pebbled driveway, a loud crunch coming as the car came to a halt. Y/n sat up in the master bedroom, peering out the window with a smirk on her lips. She lay herself on the bed, beginning to scroll through her phone. She listened as the front door swung open, followed by it closing and loud footsteps up the stairs. "Y/n! Where are you?" She turned onto her side and smiled as he practically busted through the door. "I was starting to wonder if you would even show up." She grinned. Jordan bit his lower lip as he looked the goddess of a woman up and down. "See something you like?" She asked, tracing imaginary circles around her exposed hip with her finger. Jordan couldn't speak, all he could do was nod. "I can't hear you." She sat up and leant back. Jordan sucked in a sharp breath. It wasnt often he was lost for words, so this was a good sign. "Is this for me?" He asked. She smiled and finally lay on her back. "Only if you ask." He scoffed. "I don't ask-"

"Well, I just want you to ask politely. I'm sure I can do everything you do all by myself while you go back to training." He wasn't that desperate, was he? Maybe he was. Fuck. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "Please." She grinned and nodded. This was all Jordan needed to climb onto his fiancée. He traced his large hands over her torso. "I've seen this somewhere before." He whispered. "Mmh, nice to know you remembered our anniversary." He chuckled and began peppering kisses onto her hips, a sigh leaving her lips. "You're delicious." He whispered in between kisses. "I qould fucking devour you." She sat up and looked down at him. "Then do it."

In one swift movement, Jordan bit her red panties and pulled them, before letting them go, the sound echoing through the room. His fingers hooked either side of the pants and pulled down and threw the now useless piece of clothing to the side. His kisses continued up until he reached her breasts where he left lilac bruises on each. Jordan pulled her down towards the edge of the bed, their hips meeting. A wild grin appeared on his face as he saw his fiancée laying before him, all for the taking. "What do you want me to do, Love?" He growled, untying his trousers. "Whatever you want." She said, near a whisper. He lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. Y/n's mouth watered at the sight. "Like something you see?" He asked. She could only bite her lip. "When's Kaylee getting home?" He asked. "Coming back in an hour." He groaned. "Not enough time but I'll work with it."

Jordan slid the lingerie to one side, his fingers lingering over her entrance. "Can you not tease, this one time?" He chuckled. "I'll try this one time." His lips latched onto hers as his fingers explored inside of her, scissoring and massaging as they did. Moans escaped Y/n's mouth, her head falls back and her fingers grip the covers. "Is it alright?" Jordan asked through a coarse voice. She couldn't speak, her mouth agape. "I'll take it as a yes." Y/n felt an all too familiar feeling buikd up in her belly. Her hips grinned against Jordan's fingers, her hand gripping his wrist. He simply sat back, watching her come undone and whispering sweet nothings to her. "That's it, love." He whispered into her hair. Her nails dug into him wrist leaving white traces in his skin. Jordan peppered kisses onto her cheek as she steadied her breathing, a smile resting upon her face. "You alright now?" He asked, pressing on final kiss onto her temple. She nodded blissfully; the best was yet to come.

Jordan untied his Liverpool joggers to reveal his erection, restrained by his underwear. Y/n sucked on her lower lip as she gazed at it. Her hand reached to touch it, but Jordan reached for her wrist to stop her. “Now, now, darling. Ask and you shall receive.” She scoffed. “You’re too needy to wait for me to ask, baby.” He grinned and reasoned with himself in his head before he lowered himself down to kiss her lips once again. She was so held up in the pure filth happening that she didn’t notice him pulling his boxers off. Jordan’s fingers tangled in Y/n’s hair before he pushed into her, her breath hitching. A hiss left him as Y/n gripped onto his shoulders leaving visible nail marks.  Without much more warning, he began his long and deep thrusts. Y/n’s head flew back in pleasure, sinful noises escaping her lips as she did. All the while, Jordan continued nipping at her neck, the love bites now looking darker. 

Y/n’s head was clouded. This was pure ecstacy. Curses tumbled from her lips with each thrust. “Fuck, faster baby.” she managed to say. Jordan sat up straight, holding her hips for stability. Y/n lifted a leg, resting it on Jordan’s shoulder. It was heavenly but the sounds coming from the room suggested otherwise. She felt her second climax coming. “Jordan-” she mewled. “I’m close.” In just a few thrusts, Y/n climaxed a second time, loud and harmonious moans cascading from her lips as she did. He helped her ride out her orgasm, and slowly but surely, she had rode it out. 

As Jordan pulled out, Y/n reached up and kissed him. In one swift movement, she stood up and pushed him onto the bed. He looked up, shocked but impressed by the woman’s strength. “Let me help you finish.” Her eyes were darker, more cat-like than anything. It wasn’t his precious Y/n anymore, it was something far more dangerous. Jordan watched her grab a hold of his cock, then licking the head. He bit his lip to hide his excitement but it was far from secret. She took his cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down, her eyes still locked onto his. Jordan felt his head fall back against the headboard as his fingers found their way through Y/n’s hair again.

Soon enough, he was close himself. With each stroke, his groans grew louder and turned into moans. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. Y/n detatched her lips from his and climbed up to hold onto the headboard before lowering herself onto him again. His hands kneaded the flesh on her hips, his hips coming to meet her as she bounced back down. "Fuck me." He whimpered, the grip tightening, leaving very visible finger marks. His thrusts became sloppy, s did Y/n's; a third orgasm was on the horizon. She quickened her pace and soon enough, Jordan found himself hitting his own climax, loud breaths for air the only thing that could be heard, Y/n not too far behind. Y/n climbed off her boyfriend and lay down in his arms, his fingers delicately drawing invisible shapes on her skin, all the while pressing soft kisses on the top of her head.

"I should probably get cleaned up before we're caught." Y/n said, sitting up to head to the bathroom. She turned and kissed Jordan before she did so. "I love you, you know." Jordan said, completely mesmerised by the woman he was lucky to one day call his wife. "I love you too." She replied as she closed the bathroom door behind her. Jordan heard his phone buzz on the floor. He reached down, trying to grab it and after a few failed attempts he had it. He looked confused as he turned on his phone and seeing dozens of messages from the Liverpool group chat. Something big must have happened. His confusion grew when he saw every player in hysterics and emojis all over the place. Y/n looked over to him, a groan then leaving his lips. "What is it?" She asked. Jordan handed her his phone as he covered his face. Y/n's face grew pink as she read the text.

The Gaffer: School doesn't start until next week

[toothlesshat]

Sorry for long post I tend to get carried away with fic posts and... well, I had to cut it short before I go too far

No worries anon! But I am going to paste the entire fic here so I don’t accidentally clog up my follower’s dashboards with how long the ask is 😅

Anyway, here’s anon’s fic!

Anon’s fic

Whoo boy this is gonna be a long one. For context this is all in Leo's perspective so a lot of what he describes is his own misunderstand of the situation... if you want to do a followup I'd be very happy but I just think this qould be a neat way for forced the two to bond.

He left in the dead of night, when not even Donnie would be awake. He didn't know exactly where he could go, whether he even should go... but he didn't care. All he knew was he needed to do this, to get away from this place. This feeling of helplessness and inadequacy. Its not like anyone would notice or care... he only planned to be gone a few days and they had the perfect replacement for the team in CJ and... him.

His older self, the one who was wiser, stronger, and a far better leader than he could ever hope to be. The one who, shortly after the Kraang was defeated, they discovered had also been sent back in time. By accident from their very own Mikey, whom was so desperate to save his brother fromt he prison dimension, he broke not only the laws of dimensional travel but the laws of the time space continuum. He had been placed in the cot across from Leo's own comatose state when they found him unconcious, and by the time the younger slider had returned to the land of the living, he had been awake for a week and already taking over as medic, specifically for his own younger self. He remembered the first words his older self had spoken, a rough tone in his voice that he couldn't place but was certain could only be disappointment.

"You sure got yourself fucked up, eh? Just had to make that stupid, reckless sacrifice... aw, kid... as if your family doesn't worry about ya enough...'

Leo doesn't think he was meant to hear that, but he did. He did and knowing his own self saw what he did and brushed it off as reckless stupidity hurt... a lot more than he had expected it to. The topic of what Leonardo was talking about or what he meant when he said that never came up as Leo let out a groan, alerting Leonardo of his waking and prompting him to call for his brothers. Even he knew better than to have the first thing an ailing patient saw being his own, wartorn older self that had supposedly been killed trying to get CJ to the past. Pity for hin that Leo had already been awake and coherent when he noticed.

And thus the weeks of recovery went, his older self a constant, judgemental shadow watching over him and his brothers, critiquing his every move. And then the training. With Leonardo around, he and his brothers found their training regime put on a far stricter schedule, the war veteran much harsher and a lot less distractable than their father was. At least... he was to Leo. With Raph, Donnie, or even Mikey he was far more lenient. If Mikey so much as twitched or fidgeted with his still bandaged hands, Leonardo would order him to go rest and take it easy. If Leo tried to skip out on training or physical therapy Leonardo would be there to drag him back kicking and screaming and forced him to go through the exercises until he was satisfied no matter the younger complaints that this particular stretching exercise made his leg ache or how he just couldn't get this one move right. Then, once training was 'done' he'd sit Leo down with a long winded lecture in what he did wrong and 'how to improve it' before sending him off to shower and then bed with some tea.

It wasn't much better with Raph or Donnie, both of whom received similar treatment to Mikey, albeit om a lesser level.

Leo didn't blame his older self for his favoritism, from the man's perspective he was reunited with his brother's whom he had watched die one by one so a little favoring of his brother's was to be expected. The problem came with the sharp contrast to how he interacted with Leo in comparison, and it was clear he was targeting Leo alone for these too high expectations. With April he was joking, with CJ he was patient... even Cass had gained some sort of positive attention from the other slider. With Leo however, he doesn't think he's ever heard so much as an acknowledgment that he had done a good job... only a weighted look as he spoke of what his condition was from when he was rescued from the prison dimension and then the turtle leaving the room, presumably unable to be in the same room as the younger, foolish self who had nearly caused the apocalypse and gotten his brothers hurt. It was always 'Think before you Act' or 'Do you really think this is the right action to take, kid??' whenever he came up with a plan or Leonardo chastising him for doing something like trying to run to Run of the Mill after he just got cleared for walking and wasn't supposed to leave the lair yet or using his powers to steal a slice of Mikey's pizza despite CJ sneaking a slice of Leonardo's own Hawaiian right in front of Mr. GREATEST NINJA!

After months of judgment, lectures, and absolutely no change in outlook, Leo had enough! If Leonardo hated him so much them fine, but he doesn't have to stick around and put up with it! Packing a small bag with a note explaining that he just needed some time to himself and not to look for him, he portaled out straight from his bedroom. Ever since the portal jacking incident, Donnie had laid some ground rules stating that he should keep portal usage to a minimum on the lair, stating that a portal that can be jacked could theoretically be tracked and until he had some way to preventing that the lair was a no outbound portal zone.

Leo didn't care about it at this moment, nor did he notice a familiar and haggard pair eyes peek in as they investigated the familiar sound of a portal, which is why the sound of an older voice startled him in to tripping backwards as he ehirled about, falling into the portal just as a mechanical hand grasped his arm, pulling his older self in with him.

"Kid! What do you think you're-!?"

"Whaaaa!?"

As with any uncontrolled portal, Leo wasn't sure what happened when he landed. All he remembered was a blinding pain before darkness filled his vision and a large arm pulling him close upon impact. When he awoke he found that those arms were still wrapped around him as his older self held him close, looking over a field very far from the lair or Run of the Mill where Leo had been planning to go for a few days and beg Hueso to let him stay and a pounding headache. Nausea curled in his stomach and the light seemed to make it worst, prompting Leo to shut his eyes again.

"Where... are we?"

"Well... we're not in New York or the Hidden City anymore... did you mean to send us to a farm?" came the sarcastic reply form the older turtle as he glanced down at him, "We seem to be in good old rural Upstate New York... and you have a concussion."

Shit... that means no portaling back home. He was stuck in an unfamiliar place with his future self for an undetermined amount of time.

…

OHHH ANON THIS IS GOOD I LIKE THIS!!! You definitely captured Leo’s feelings on the matter pretty well, and I like the potential you left for them in the end having to make up with one another. I think you captured the frustration and belittling he feels really well too, I was even a little frustrated for him ahdhsjfjdjfk. This is a really good fic! I enjoyed it a lot :)

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Shopping headcannons

Note: I wanted to do something light hearted and funny

Show: Arcane

Characters: Viktor, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Silco

Arcane Master List ◇◇ Here's the Dump

Viktor

Most likely to be put in the shopping cart at Costco, or like the large hand trucks

Is the cool one an actually has a Costco membership card

If ya'll go to walmart or Target he's still in the cart

Most likely to go to walmart at 5 am in pjs to get motrion

A walking walmart meme

Bought a garden set it all died

Bought an embroidery set for fun- he's actually good at it

Walgreens Pharmacy

Sees Jinx at Spencers and Hot topic and is *shook*

Looks at eyeliner with Jinx

People come up and asking for his number while shopping

Rejects everyone

Jinx

Also a walking walmart meme

Lives in the art and candy section

If shes not allowed in the little kiddie carts at costco and or any other store shes not going

Probably steals all the fish at walmart

Is addicted to looking at animals at the pet stores

Hot topic and spencers addict

Probally got Silco a shirt from spencers, and he qould 1000% wear it

"Sir whats Green day' "jinx got it dont ask"

Purposely buys the mixed matched socks

Pushing her sister into the back of Spencers

"Nah its not that bad"

Most likely to make a friend out a lost kid in the store

Vi

"Sir please help me Im lost" "ma'm your like 25-"

Looses everybody in the store

You'll find her wherever the bean bags are

"So you found me cupcake." "Come on.' "Wait can we get a bean bag?"

Ends up buying the bean bag

Goes into a store shoe less rather than just borrowing a pair if she has no shoes

Drink away the pain with HIC

Tries not to be a walking walmart meme becomes one anyways

Has no idea how to manage money

Has the worst Luck with the vending machines

Kicks said vending machine

Silco

Rather die than be seen in a store

That one emo dude that walks around

Drinks the soda while in line like a dumbass badass

Really just goes because he has to watch Jinx

You know the backpacks that have leashes? Thats him watching all his men in the store

"Hello sir would you like to join the emos club"

Probally got kicked out for scaring a Karen while her kid in the seat was playing peek a boo with him

Has no patience in line

He's the "Meet back at this spot" guy but no one remembers where that spot is so they have to call him like 50 times

Alcholol, cigars, and coffee, thats everything on his list

Caitlyn

Litterally an old lady even ask for a rain check when somethings not in stock

Honestly the only sane one when shopping

"I have a cupon for that" "mam this is the dollar store"

Shes the one who finds that one thing no one else can find

"Did we need anything else?"

Is the one who picks up a lost Vi

What a grandma

"Whats for dinner tonight"

Dollar store candy grandma

"Fuck the frozen food section"

Spends and hour picking out produce

Stops to talk with others like a mom

[matriarchjojo]

If you and sanzu where dating, what do you think your relationship would look like?👀 I’m curious hehe

Oohh i like that question >:)

I think i would just like be a mom to him bc i like taking care of my partners but i also like being taken care of So we would probably just pout at eachother or i would fucking kill him when he's high off his ass and call up a therapist for my mans.

And he qould probably just force me to leave the house with him, so it would probably be a funny relationship

[surrsilver]

Let me say something else, while I am still up. It may be that there are couples who are "meant to be," "soulmates," etc. There may well be some events that are "meant to happen" as well as some individuals with a "personal destiny." There is no outcome, however, that is absolutely certain to happen regardless of the subjects associated with it persistence in partaking in bahavior that is counterproductive to that end. Same with relationships, a couple may be especially compatible, possess magical chemistry, whatever...if they refuse to treat one another with respect, or communicate important facts about their individual lives, devote time and ebergy toward getting to know one another, etc they have the same chance as a couple with none of their advantages: none. For over a week, I begged to be informed as to what was going on in a certain person's life (because, there WAS, no doubt, something serious afoot. I knew, or basically knew, of a couple issues...but, held a strong feeling that there was something else...something I needed to ear, prior

To commenting on what I already knew...I knew, also, that I had to get clean...and I planned on discussing this with her, as well)) I wanted to know so I could attempt to do something to help her. She may have thought there was nothing I could possibly do....she should have told me anyway...even if I could do nothing, I qould then be aware. I could, at least, say that it was important for me to know. When I made her aware that during certain times, she did hurt my feelings, she completely invalidated them and continued the behvior. The thing is, this is her right.....but, it is suicide for any future connection with me. When I message her and she attempts to cause me to believe that she doesn't even know who I am because I included mme in the "ask" and right now, what's important to her important to her is the stupid image she has with stupid people on tumblr as she behaves like a fucking pig. She has somehow convinced herself that this ultra loose behavior is "cool," "irreverent" and "sexy" It takes absolutely no innate talents or abilities to get a bunch of dudes hard and jacking off to you. The unfortunate thing is that she has plenty of legitimate, rare, genuinely impressive ways to get the attention of others, and has ignored these in favor of bullshit.

She likely has, or has had many men who eould jump at the chance to build a great life with her. Men with great jobs, terrific personalities, good genetics, what have you. She has never done so...i'm guessing, in part, because she has never addressed certain addictions. The fact that, at any given time, 100 different shitheads, alk claiming to be her "friend" are pulling her in the opposite direction because they don't want to, or can't substitute for a good piece of ass.

I am no catch, it's true...even though what her fuckboy, who has apparently become an exponentially larger piece of fucking garbage with age, told her about my situatiob is not exactly true (there is no time...none, when I can't make a phone call and get money. I don't always do it, but it's always an option. Unfortunately, this was not even close to the most disgusting lie told. Anyway, da sad that i am not automatically motivated anyway, and need some outside influence to care.....yeah z, sorry. Anyway, I wouldn't want her to worry about having to pay for everything, nor would I want her to be embareassed....and I make good money when I work. I've made much more money than the dipshit who assigned himself her gatekeeper, and, hey, she stamped that claim. It's not even close, though...you'd think she would have, at least....fuck it, nevermind. that.... But, I digress....I know I am one of many, many, many men who were, at one time, excited beyond belief, and now are scattered. I simply do not believe that she wants irmit this way....she knows no other. She doesn't believe in herself....why don't some of her friends start being her friends? It seems she could really benefit. Obviously, I wrote this while PARTICULARLY angry and upset with her. I am sure that I will look back upon it a few days from now, and it will seem even more over the top, and insensitive than it does now....let's be sure we aren't the ONLY side who accepts responsibility for slacking in the sensitivity department.

[futurewriter2000]

Okay, so read or don't read. This is probably going to be long and it's just me about ranting some stuff out cuz I just need to let go off some steam and my best friend literally ignored me and my problems today and talled only about herself so I'm really pissed and angry because just I've had so many thongs on my mind and I really don't know who to tell them anymore. I mean, even I, myself don't know how I feel until I've written it down somewhere.

Eberything was just bottling up inside of me for so long and I can't tell to my friends because they always say I should be thanlful for what I have and not complain about it. And I am thankful, no doubt but that's not even the point here.

Do you know how hard it is to be ingored? To talk and talk and realize nobody is listening even though you have so much to let out? I just don't know how to feel when this happens because it hurts. It hurts so much and I just want to be happy.

It's okay for someone to ask me how I am but honedtly that is a pass by question and I need someone to actually take their time and ask me how I am because I am misrable. I am misrable and sad and exhausted and everything hurts and I feel alone and ignored and as much as I don't show it. As much as I turn my true feelings into a joke or smile over it they don't care anymore. I hate living right now. No, I am not thinking of taking my life but there was a time, two years ago when I did and nobody had a fucking clue about it. And when I trust somebody with it they just ignore it.

I passed the hard times by myself. I remeber crying my soul out and biting into my pillow so I don't get heard by my family members.

And it was easier back then because I had my mom still living with us. But she left. She left my dad and went to live with her boyfriend.

And I'm happy for her. I am so happy because she has never had the love he gives her. She never had that from my dad and I'm happy she finally has it. And she told me she didn't want to leave my dad because of me and my sister but I pushed her to leave because I couldn't stand her seeing in so much pain and suffering in this apartment. I wanted her to be selfish for once. I wanted her to think of herself first. And she is so happy with her boyfriend and she keeps telling me and my sister how she misses us and she keeps fighting for a bigfer apartment so we would both go living with her but my dad doesn't want to pay her out, the half she deserves and her jov doesnt pay her enough for a good lawyer... And I would be lying if I didn't say that without her I am so lost. That without her, after days like this, I can barely breathe. That without her smell and touch and warmth, I can feel my heart squeeze becaus eI miss her so much. And that I miss that scolding where ai shouldn't go to bed with a wet hair. Or to clean my room or to cook more. I would be lying if I don't miss those hugs of her and I would be lying if I didn't say I am so proud of her for raising me into a woman I am today. But god do I miss her. I miss her every day so much and I want her to hug me now and tell me that everything is going to be okay like she always does. And that I should look what's goof for me, not for her.

But as much as I want to tell her that I can't because she is happy and I don't want her to be upset. Because I know that she knows my dad keeps coming home late, drunk and a monster. And she hates I have to live with him. And I know that if I tell her that right now he is mumbling something, which terifies me that she qould call his drunk ass and then he would come into my room and scare me like he did on the 7th Spetember last year.

And you see I tried telling that to my best friend but she just doesn't want to listen. I was telling her somethinf and later found out she wasn't listening. Everything I said, she ignored. She cut in and ignored me like I am some sort of free to-complain machine. She kept talking about herself, making everything about her and she got mad and bitchy because appereantly I did something really rude. But you know what? I don't care if I was rude. So what? I make people laugh all the time. I try to make them smile and make them feel better. I give them good advice and I listen to them. If I'm rude once in 5 years than honestly I don't give a fuck. I made time for her even though I had a plan doing school work. Because she dropped out of school and works. And I try to make my grades go up but she forces me to go out. And shes offended when I say no or want to go out only for an hour or so. I don't have time but I still make some for you. I put all my problems and assignments aside because of her. I wanted to write notes for history and do my math homework and try to read a bit BECAUSE FOR GODS SAKE I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW ON A SATURDAY. But she doesnt care. Because she thinks ill give up on school just like she did. I am not a quiter. I wasn't raised to quit so quickly.

I am just so tured of people ignoring me. I just want someone to listen. I don't want them to give me a 1000 word of advice. Just listen.

[a-pretty-nerd]

I Don't Care (Patrick Hockstetter x reader smut)

Request: "So first let me tell you that I'm german and so my english isn't the best.Sorry for that :( Could you write something about Patrick beeing an asshole to the reader when they first met?They could be in the same class. But insted of showing fear she'll just say something like 'I dont care about you, you're like a blanc space to me.' I think it would confuse him and he would get kind of obssesive about her because I think he wouldn't be used to something like that.Would he try to get her attention?" ~ @thecolordemon

A/N: Agh! Yes! Of course! I'm so sorry it took so long, life has been rough latley. I have some freetime latley so hopefully, all the requests that have been marinading in my inbox will be published soon. And as always, your requests and feedback keep me goin'! ✌❤

Warnings: NSFW, stalking, smut, cursing, blood? Etc.

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High school life used to be so boring for you. Boring school work, boring friends, a boring little town of Derry. Perhaps a part of you just felt you were meant for something better than Derry and all the little people in it. No one really caught your attention, especially not in the halls of the high school. A guy would really have to grab you and make some profound statement to get you to notice him. But all the boys in your school were too pussy to do something like that. Like I said, you found them all so boring.

You barley even knew Patrick Hockstetter exsisted until you were partnered up with him for a science project randomly. You recall one of your girlfriends tell you a rumor or two about him. The more you thought about it, there were always rumors about that small group of boys that called themselves The Bowers Gang. You didn't pay much attention, just a handful of socially handicapped weirdos that picked on the underclassmen.

"Y/N, and Patrick." The teacher announced, looking up from his clipboard. Patrick? Who the hell was Patrick? In the moment you couldn’t recall, and with a furrowed brow you looked around the room at your peers. Your gaze glazed over a dark haired, pale, lanky boy that sported a sharp grin. His glassy eyes stared back at you. It didn't really make you uncomfortable, it was just, odd to you.

"Ugh, that sucks. I'm sorry." You friend said to you as you got up to move. You shrugged, didn't matter to you really. Your mind was on the assignment.

"It's fine."

"No, Y/N, that guys a creep." She warns you.

"Then I'll be careful." You said with low, tired eyelids. You weren't in the mood to be told what to do. You never were. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked over to the desk he sat at in the back. You tossed your bag onto the desk and sat down next him. He looked up from the instructions for the assignment that layed on the surface of the table.

"Hey there." He grinned up at you again as you sat down in your seat. You didn't pay him much attention, you rummaged through your back to get out your notebook. You didn't say anything until you had all your work set up. Then you looked at him. He was still smiling. His line of sight travelled from the paper and notebook covered desk, then back to you. You stared at each other for a moment, the other refusing to speak until the other did. Eventually, he tilted his head down and to the side. As if to ask: 'You gonna say anything?'

"So how do you wanna do this?" You finally asked after a sigh. His smile didn't leave his pale face. You noticed his teeth were insanley white for someone like him. He looked at the papers and took a breath.

"Aw, I was hoping to get to know my new partner a little better." He leaned his elbows on the table and folded his fingers between each other and shook his shoulders in a jest from side to side. You didn't bat an eye. Your unamused expression stuck as you stared back him.

"Smooth." You barked. "I'm not great with equations, so I can do litterally everything else if you just figure out the math portion." You say flatley as you look back at your paper. His smile vanished. You looked back up and was almost surprised at his now equally dull expression. "That cool?" You ask, shaking the pencil inbetween your fingers. He just nodded.

"Sure." He slid some papers towards him to look at. That class ended shortly after that, since most of that period was being taught the shit for the assignment anyways. The bell rang, and you packed up quickly. Patrick watched you, his eyes going from your toes, to your legs, to your butt, up your torso, to your bust and then your face. You caught him and glared at him. "See you tomorrow." He smiled. You walked away.

The next day you walked into class, and sat down beside him. He checked you out, once again. When you asked where his work was, he shrugged and claimed he forgot about it. You sighed.

"It's fine, just get it done in class today, we have the whole week to work on it." You told him, focusing back on your work. You just wanted to get it done and over with. That class, Patrick pretended to work and instead spent the entire time flirting and being a general annoyance. He leaned over your shoulder at times and gave a large grin. You ignored him and once that bell rang, you were out of there.

The next day he seemed to get closer and closer, almost no work done. And the day after, was even worse.

You sat down and Patrick appeared to be working. The two of you sat in silence as you worked the project. You paused abruptly when you felt cold, long fingers run up your bare thigh. Apparently a bad day to wear shorts. You threw his hand away, on for him to replace it again. When you threw it away the second time, you swear you heard him growl. He would have said something about it, but once the period was over, you only leaned in and glared at him.

"Get the work done tomorrow." You barked. He smiled.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll do it myself, and make sure you don't get any credit!" You threatened. He scoffed behind you as you stomped out of the room. You were shocked when you saw Patrick standing outside by your car after school.

"Hey!" You barked when he saw you, clearly a little more than annoyed.

"What do you want?" You groaned at him. When you got closer to open your car door, Patrick reached out and grabbed your arm. He used that grasp to push you into the car. "What the fuck-"

"Are you a fucking idiot?"

"What!?" You questioned. He chuckled and looked away and then back to you.

"You don't fucking get it do you? You've caught my eye, baby girl." He shook his head from side to side and cooed at the nick name with that smile.

"No! You don’t get it! I've seen the way you look at me, I've felt your clamy ass hands on me! I don't fucking care! I don't care! I don't care about you! I don't see you! You're like a blank fucking space to me!" You shouted at him. His eyes widened, and his lips parted in a small look of shock. His grasp weaked, so you threw your arm away to knock him back a bit. You threw open your car door and drove away as fast possible. He watched you, his chest heaving with rage and anger.

You walked into class, expecting a fight. Expecting to have him pout and confront you. You had already prepared to do the work. When you sat down in a huff, you looked at him expecting him to say something. But, he didn't. He was dead silent. When you sat down, he pulled his notebook out and let it fall onto the table.

"Done." He said. He didn't even look at you. You took it, and looked it over. The last day to work on this, tomorrow you had to present. He didn't do anything, but stare at you the entire class. When you noticed, you turned and stared back.

"Can I help you?" You asked, a little upset. He didn't say anything, he just looked you up and down. That was about all he did that day.

When you had to present, you did all the work. All he did was stand with you and watch you talk. When the teacher asked what he did, he just said:

"The equations, and math." And that was about it. You thought that would be the end of your Patrick experience. That he qould just leave you alone. You sat with your friend again, but you felt eyes on you. You didn't even need to ask why. All of a sudden, you saw Patrick everywhere. You saw him watching you when you passed him in the hall. You saw him watching you at lunch. He was everywhere. You lost your mind when you saw him at the corner store one day, and later when you thought you saw the Bowers gang drive by to cat call you and your friends. Only, Patrick didn't participate.

The next time you saw him, you were passing each other in the hallway when classes were in and there was no one but the two of you. When you passed, he gave and tasteless wink.

"Okay!" You shouted at him. He stopped, and turned with a cruel grin. "What the fuck is your problem!?" He shrugged, and sauntered closer to you.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Oh suck a dick! You've been following me."

"I thought I was invisible to you, a blanck..space?" He chuckled.

"You're stalking me you creep!" He reached out as you spoke and wrapped his fingers around your waist. "What the fuck are you-" But before you could say another word, he crash his lips into yours. You hardly had time to react and before you knew it, you were practically making out in the hallway. When you heard footsteps, Patrick dragged you away into the empty girl's bathroom nearby. You became trapped in a stall. Pressed up against the metal walls. His hands wondered and held you close as if he craved you. His hips naturally bucked into yours and his lips caressed yours. You'd never guess he'd be such a great kisser.

You could hardly keep up with what he was doing to you. All you could do was relax, moan, and enjoy yourself. Before you knew it, his hands were gropping your breasts, his mouth was on your neck suck and biting, and he was undressing you to the best of his ability.

He panted into your chest as he undid your pants and threw them down to your ankles. His fingers flew. Taking care to make you squirm for him. He rubbed your clit and once satisfied with that, started fingering you. Curling his fingers inside of you, forcing a gasp out of you.

"F-Fuck Pat-"

"Shhhh!" He hushed you, kissing you roughly to keep you quiet, forcing his tongue down your throat. He hooked his arms under your legs, throwing you against the stall and holding you there. Suddenly you felt his cock rub against you and you gasped when he pressed up, and let you fall a little onto him. He filled you, making you bite your lip to keep you from moaning. He took almost no time to start fucking you, hard and fast. Your mind went into a wirl, you hardly knew what was happening to you. All you knew was he good he made you feel.

You clung to him as he fucked you senseless. He couldn't help but grunt and moan at the pleasure. You wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him close as you got closer and closer. Through the pants and haze in the heated moment you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from crying out. Only to have your teeth break the flesh as you felt your orgasm wash over you. When you opened your mouth to make a sound, he once again kissed you. Sucking on your broken lip that began bleeding.

He let out a grunt, and bit down on your lip. Forcing more blood to flow into his mouth. He shuttered, and his grasp on you tightened as you felt him cum. The endorphins flooded your system as you struggle to catch your breath. The pain of your new cut was sore, but not unbreable. He pulled away from the kiss to look into your heavy eyes. He smiled, the blood from your cut covering his, and your lips.

He let you down and you cleaned yourself up after a good minute of panting. When you bell rang, you had to hall ass out of there. When you reached the hall with bloody lips, you looked up at Patrick who kissed you again.

"See ya 'round, baby girl." He licked his red lips, and walked off down the hall. Fading into the figures of other students.

Maybe not everyone there at Derry High was so boring.

[buuuluska]

You did. As someone who has and still lives a poor life, your scam is too fucking noticeable from a mile away. Seeing so many good hearted people donate and then find out they've been scammed is fucked up. This world needs good people and you, and many other scammers, are just taking advantage of their kindness. These people deserve so much better than to be treated like this.

First off, calling the cops and letting them know your mother had kicked you out would have had her jailed and your father contacted right away. They would have let you stayed in a youth center OR with a close family friend until you father would have picked you up. Secondly, cps qould have been involved right away since this classifies as an emergency. Yes, CPS (in certain states) have a bad reputation, but their protocols is very simple. Once the police gets involved, then cps is right behind.

Thirdly, the people you are/were supposedly staying with are your evidence. They will not let a child stay in their home if they aren't willing to help. The whole story of how far your dad is, is what caused your scam to become obvious. Get help mentally cause taking advantage of people is fucked up.

My mom kicked me out.

Y'all, I’m barely 13. I’m barely 13 and my mom kicked me out. My dad can’t come get me till july and I have nowhere to go. I can’t take my cat, or even most of my belongings. Please, somebody donate to my paypal to help the transgender 13 year old so they can survive.

https://www.paypal.me/travietibbles