#which i told them and so help me god if they say i 'canceled' an appt with less than 24h notice and try to charge me that fee

[thenightisland]

everything that runs on electricity has refused to cooperate this week. the self check out machine shut down as i was scanning things bc its cameras became convinced that i was trying to rob walmart of a two dollar bag of instant mashed potatoes while i was scanning them. IT installed a new computer in my office that i did not want nor ask for and naturally it's horrible and i spent hours messing with it to make it tolerable again. the program i use all day every day for work has had server issues so just keeps crashing or refusing to start and IT's response is a shrug emoji. the new computer does not like my printer and the whole thing had to be reinstalled. one of my apps was glitchy on my phone and nothing worked so i uninstalled and reinstalled it only to discover that i made that account under an email address that no longer exists so i lost my account and had to rebuild from scratch. my own laptop decided to update and i wasn't fast enough on the postpone update button and so spent an entire evening undoing all the AI and bloatware nonsense it installed. the update also fucked up my audio drivers so i've been trying to fucking fix those all night. i am so close to spending the rest of the week just reading by candlelight to avoid anything that runs on electricity right now.

[ginax0916]

✿𖡼 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐟, 𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐞 𖡼✿

Sturniolos x little sister (LS)

Warnings: Blood mentioned

Synopsis: The triplets and their LS decide to try the blind deaf mute challenge, without knowing the chaos it would cause.

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LS POV:

“Hey everyone! Welcome or welcome back to our YouTube, so today we’re doing another part to our Blind, Deaf and Mute series. But today we have our little sister here so she will be joining as well” Nick introduces the video.

“Since there’s 4 of us, one of us will have to be both blind and mute so we’re gonna do rock paper scissors to determine who is what” Matt adds on.

“Ok ok Rock paper scissors shoot!” Chris’s says as we all play the game. The winner of each round gets to pick what they want to be, the last one is the one who will be blind and mute. And due to my luck, it was me.

“Ok so I will be mute, Chris will be deaf, Nick will be blind and y/n will blind and mute!” Matt says.

“Thank god I won’t have to hear her annoying voice” Nick mumbles quietly.

“Hey! I heard that!” I angrily say.

“Alright alright enough let’s start” Chris yells not knowing how loud his voice is because of the noice canceling headphones which are blasting music in his ears.

I put on my blind fold and put one of Chris’s bandanas over my mouth and so does Matt meanwhile Nick puts on his own blind fold.

Truth be told not being able to see is quite scary. Especially around my brothers.

“Ok let’s fucking start already get the stuff out!” Nick screams.

“Shut up Nick I can hear your loud ass voice even with the headphones on!” Chris screams back.

It hasn’t even been 5 minutes and the screaming matches have already began. I know for a fact it’s only about to get worse.

As I’m emptying the bag of cake mix into the bowl, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I jump from the sudden touch but then I realize it has to be Matt since he hasn’t said a word. He carefully hands me 3 eggs which are needed.

I proceed to crack the eggs into the bowl using my hands to guide where the bowl is. As I’m about to crack the last one, Nick pushes me as he’s trying to get to who knows where. The egg falls onto the counter and completely shatters causing it to go everywhere.

“Ughhh” I groan into the bandana.

“Nick you made a fucking mess!” Chris screams at him as he sees the mess all over the counter.

“I can’t see mother fucker it’s not my fault!” Nick screams back.

“So then stop moving around dumb fuck!” Chris replies.

All their screaming isn’t going to help clean the god damn mess up. I start growing irritated at them from screaming instead of helping me get paper towels since I can’t see either.

I feel two hands on my shoulders, I’m guessing it’s Matt, who guides me to the counter on the other side where the paper towels are. But then the hands let go.

“Matt get off!” Chris screams. Well there goes Matt into the fight.

I feel around the kitchen with my hands trying to find the counter where the paper towels should be. Finally I find it, but to my luck, once again, it’s a closed packet of paper towels. I try to feel around in hopes of finding an opened roll but nothings around.

I grab the pack and try to rip it open with my hands. It doesn’t even budge. I feel around some more and I finally touch something other than paper towels. It’s scissors. I carefully try to place the scissors at a correct angle to cut through the plastic. Without a thought I snap them shut.

“Oh my god” I say, muffled through the bandana. A stinging sensation starts to form. Only getting worse and worse. I rip the blind fold and bandana off with my free hand only to be met with the sight of blood on the counter and on the scissors. It’s not a huge amount but it’s still there. I look at my finger and it has a pretty deep cut. Not deep enough for stitches but deep enough to bring tears to my eyes. I don’t do good with blood so I start to panic. With my shaking hand I grab some of the paper towels I just opened and put them on my finger.

“Guys I need some help” I say with a trembling voice.

“Stop being fucking idiots and mix the fucking batter!” Nick screams at Chris and Matt.

“You’re being an idiot you aren’t holding the bowl strong enough so every time I mix it moves around moron!” Chris screams back. Matt only groans loudly since he can’t speak.

“Guys seriously I need help” I say a bit louder.

��NICK STOP!” Chris screams louder if that’s even possible.

I can’t do this. The screams. The blood. The stinging. I start to breathe heavily and my eyes fill with tears. I run out of the kitchen and up to my room quickly. As I shut the door I burst out into tears holding my bleeding finger close. Small blood stains get all over my shirt. What am I meant to do?

Matt pov:

“Y/n can you pass me another spatula please?” Nick asks.

“Y/n?” Chris calls out.

We all turn around only to find her nowhere in the kitchen. We all take off the stuff we had and realize that she isn’t in the kitchen at all anymore.

“Ok guys seriously where did she go?” I ask.

“I don’t know but there’s fucking blood on the counter” Chris says with panic and he points to the counter opposite from us.

“What the fuck” Nick says as we all walk to the counter with blood and paper towels.

“Ok c’mon let’s go find her she’s obviously not ok” I suggest while walking to her room, my brothers following behind.

As we get to her door, I knock three times but no answer.

“There’s blood on the counter and she wasn’t in the kitchen I’m not fucking waiting for her to answer the door. God for all I know she could be dead!” Chris says as he barges into the room.

“Don’t say shit like that!” Nick replies before following us into her room.

“Y/n?” I call out.

“What do you guys want” She responds with an angry tone while walking out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in her hand.

“What happened? We saw blood on the counter” Nick asks.

“You would know what happened if you had answered me when I asked you guys for help but you were too busy screaming at each other to even hear me” Y/n says angrily as she digs through the first aid kit for bandaids.

“Look we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to get into an argument” Chris speaks up.

“The video was meant to be fun but I ended up with my finger cut open and you idiots going at each other” Y/n says with an angry tone.

“Y/n please. We’re really sorry ok? We didn’t mean to ruin the video and we didn’t mean for you to get hurt” Chris speaks while walking closer to her.

“Here let me help” I say as I grab the bandaid from her trembling hand.

“Does it hurt?” Nick asks.

“Mhm it really stings” She nods while flinching as I try to put cream on her cut.

“Hey it’s ok” Chris says hugging her as he noticed tears prick at her eyes.

“We’re so sorry we ruined the video y/n I know you were looking forward to it” I say as I finish putting a bandaid on her finger.

“It’s ok just try to get along better sometimes please. I don’t like watching you guys scream at each other all the time. Especially when we’re trying to do something fun” She speaks.

“I know and we promise we’re gonna try ok?” Chris says, still hugging her.

“Alright then” She smiles.

“Last one to the kitchen has to clean all the mess!” Y/n screams and takes off running in a fit of laughter.

“Hey that’s not fair we weren’t ready!” Chris screams as we run after her.

Low key hate this 🤗

[genderqueerdykes]

had the unfortunate experience of having to talk to door-to-door christians attempting to get me to come to their church. normally i dont mind the conversations too much because they're normally solely about god or jesus which i can easily tune out due to never having been a religious person, but this guy decided to come for me personally.

he started by being dismissive. he told me he "knows there's a God because that's why my apartment was built, and that "someone" had to make and print the paintings on my walls."

my apartment was built by hard working humans. they're god? those paintings were painted by me. i'm god?

after that he called me a liar, a thief, and a murderer. no i am not joking. because he asked me if I've ever lied or stolen something even one time in my life, even as a child, i am still a liar and a thief to this day, in his logic. because i've said that i've hated or been mad at someone, he told me i'm a murderer. yes. a fucking murderer- but a murderer "of the heart".

you don't "KILL" someone even emotionally when you are angry at them. anger toward other humans is NORMAL AND NATURAL. YOU ARE NOT COMMITTING A CRIME BY BEING ANGRY OR DISLIKING SOMEONE. people are NOT forever branded by misdeeds- this is literally cancel culture before cancel culture. this dude attempted to religiously cancel me because i have emotions.

this dude genuinely feverishly believed in thought crimes.

he then decided to attack my appearance by saying "I see you're wearing women's clothes, and women's nails (he means press on nails), that's a sign that you're confused and don't know who you are."

just because you're confused about who i am doesn't mean i am. i'm happy, you're confused. i get that you can't figure out if it would be a sin to want to fuck me or not, but that doesn't mean that i'm confused.

if you've ever felt pressured to join a religion because of claims like this, please immediately shut that person out of your head instantly. this person is trying to attack you, make you feel weak, tiny and helpless, so you can go to them, the ones who "know the truth" for "help". please for the love of this beautiful green earth, when someone comes to your door like this, know that they are trying to brainwash you. religion is not the bad thing, here: religions with good teachings don't need to come to your door to literally attack your person in order to persuade you to join them. good religious practice doesn't involve fear mongering or making people feel like outcasts. your christian grandma who hands out water to the homeless isn't the problem. this is.

jesus would absolutely despise this behavior.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

can i please get something with jealous love quinn x fem reader:)! love ur writing so much!

yeah absolutely! and thank you so much, that's so sweet of you to say <3

Green With Envy (Love Quinn x fem reader)

Warnings: mild swearing, jealousy, slight possessiveness

Love was fuming as she watched you help out a customer in Anavrin, where you both worked. You were just being polite, she knew that, but she still found herself getting upset. Especially when said customer placed his hand on your arm and moved in closer. A little too close, in her opinion.

"Yo, sis, what's up? Why do you look like me when we're out of gluten free bread?" Forty questioned suddenly, seeming to have popped up from out of nowhere.

"Nothing's up. I'm fine," she lied through her teeth, watching as the guy next to you got closer and closer still. Now his hand was on the small of your back, something that you obviously didn't look comfortable with. Your eyes flickered around the store before landing on where she stood at the cash register, two words discernible in them: help me.

"God damn it," she swore underneath her breath as she pushed past Forty and started to make her way over. "Watch the cash register for me," she commanded without giving him so much as a second glance, stalking across the store over to where you were.

Taking a deep breath, she put on her best customer service smile so she'd looking friendly instead of threatening (like she really wanted to) and casually sidled up beside you. "Hey! Is there anything I can help you with?"

Despite her polite words, her actions told a much different story. Her hand went to the small of your back, smacking the guy's hand away before wrapping her arm around your waist and tugging you against her. If there was one thing Love Quinn didn't do, it was subtle.

The guy grumbled something under his breath about never coming back as he turned and slunk away, clearly displeased by the interruption. "Thank you," you said before giving her an appreciative kiss on the cheek.

"Of course, sweetie. Let me know if another customer gives you a hard time, okay?" She pulled you in for a hug before reluctantly heading back to the register where Forty still was. Before he could open his mouth, however, she spoke first. "I want you to watch them and make sure nobody ever bothers them again, do you understand me?"

She rarely gave him any direct orders. Most of the time when she wanted him to do something for her it was concealed as a harmless suggestion so he'd think he came up with the idea himself. But right now she was far too upset to worry about mincing her words.

"You got it, sis. No problem." He gave her a light pat on the shoulder before heading off in your direction, to pitch another one of his crappy screenplay ideas no doubt.

Over the next week or so, her plan worked perfectly. Forty hung around you so often that most customers left you alone, and that included the ones who were only trying to cop a feel before asking for your number. The only customers who did come up to you were ones that actually needed help with something.

It backfired, however, when you started hanging out with her brother more than you were with her. Apparently you had a brain that was perfect for plucking ripe, juicy ideas from (Forty's words) and because of that he spent a lot of his free time brainstorming with you, which took time away that you and her could be spending together.

She tried not to get jealous, she really did. It was nice that Forty had someone who actually cared about him to help with his screenplays, someone who she knew wouldn't do anything to threaten or jeopardize his sobriety, but still. You were supposed to be her girlfriend, not his.

The final straw came when Forty tried to get you to cancel your date night, one that you'd had planned for weeks in advance. Love adored her brother, but that was taking it a bit too far.

"You need to stop hanging out with him," she said to you one afternoon a day or so later as she was chopping up veggies to put in a stir-fry she was making. "My brother, I mean," she added once she saw the slight look of confusion on your face. "It's nice that he finally has someone other than me to go to, but he's taking all of our time together away from us."

It wasn't hard to tell she was jealous from the way she was gripping the knife so tightly. You'd be afraid if you didn't know her well enough to know she'd never do anything to hurt you.

"Hey, hey." You made your way over to her, wrapping your arms around her from behind as you rested your chin on her shoulder. "I get it. You're feeling a little left out, right? I can start hanging out with him less, it's fine. I just know how much he means to you and didn't want to brush him off if it was going to hurt his feelings."

She melted into your embrace, turning her head slightly so she could look at you. Everything about you was perfect, even more so than she initially thought. Not everyone was so understanding when it came to the codependent relationship she had with her brother, but you were, and it only made her love you that much more.

"Thank you. I love you," she muttered while leaning in to give you a tender kiss as a way of her showing her thanks to you.

You smiled at her words, kissing her back before replying with a soft, "I love you, too. Just try not to get so green with envy next time. It was hard to tell the difference between you and the green juice you sell at Anavrin."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at the comparison, but you didn't miss the amused look she had on her face. "Alright, dork. Leave me alone so I can finish getting this ready."

"If you say so." You pressed another kiss to her cheek before letting go of her, though you were stopped when she reached out to gently grab you by the arm.

"Hey. It really means a lot to me that you care so much about both me and my brother. So, thank you for that." She was absolutely serious when she spoke, any hint of playfulness from earlier gone.

"There's nothing to thank me for," you insisted with a caring gaze. "I'd do anything for you, Love. Including being the occasional babysitter for your slightly unstable twin brother."

That made her laugh, and she pulled you back in for another kiss, one that lasted longer than the one before it. She could tell you really meant it, every single word, and that was more important to her than anything.

End notes: I love writing for love hehe 🥰

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[radioactivesweet]

Ok hear me out, what about moon god s/o x Poseidon, its been itching my mind cause of the sea x moon troupe.

What i imagine is, s/o being a powerful god like nyx but rarely appears so only a few gods know or saw them so Poseidon became curious about this mysterious (beautiful) god. Feel free to add more about this!! im just really craving for someone to write this 🥹

Uhhh I like this concept a lot!! I tried to keep the reader's gender kinda neutral, I hope it's fine^^ btw I really enjoyed writing this!

word count: 1.2k

Poseidon often found himself staring at the moon. He couldn't really explain why he would do that - not that anybody would dare asking the God of the Sea what he was doing. Unbothered, Poseidon would stand silenty on the ivory balcony, looking up to that apparently endless sky. Even for someone like him that domain appeared far and full of mystery.

It was a dark night, its only beam being the peaceful and perlescent light emanated by the sleeping moon. He was once told that a god inhabited the moon, far from all other living beings. It wasn't known the reason why the deity ended up there, observing humankind from the satellite. Some believed they refused to get involved with human affairs and chose to live as a hermit instead; others claimed the god was exiled and was cursed to live on their own, bound to live in loneliness; some believed that god to have died long ago, the moonlight being their only inheritance, the memento of a god who existed no more, the reminder of a otherwise forgotten past.

Poseidon, everytime he would look at the moon, would wonder the real story behind it. None of the moon goddesses he knew could give him a response, despite asking themselves the same question - with whom were they sharing their moon? A god, a ghost or nothing at all?

Not knowing made the God of the Sea restless. He wasn't supposed to be this ignorant - it was his duty and right to know the truth. Yet, all he knew didn't make sense to him at all. He couldn't find a reason why a god would choose to abandon their place a seek shelter on the moon; if a deity was trapped on the moon, he would have surely heard of it somehow. It wouldn't have been just a rumour; lastly, gods weren't meant to die, it wasn't their nature. They didn't have an expire date nor any time limits, so it was impossible to begin with. If there really were someone looking down on him from the moon, Poseidon would discover it.

Poseidon spent that whole night reading books and looking for information regarding the legends surrounding that mysterious and mystical figure. There weren't many references and he couldn't even find the name of that god, yet there were reported some events which most likely involved them. A beautiful deity whose melancholic face was reflected on the moon on certain nights, someone wearing a silvery armor while riding a shining chariot across the sky. Also, a powerful god who could conceal the sun and the earth. A god capable of moving the stars and making humans into constellations. A god who could flex the tides to their own amusement - which meant disturbing the God of the Sea too - the moon phases and the sea had always been strictly connected to one another, but the thought of someone directly interefering had never crossed his mind. An ancient deity whose name had been long forgotten and all traces canceled, no statues nor temples left, their believers long dead and turned to ashes.

Poseidon was intrigued to say the least. He couldn't recall even if tried the last time he had felt so interested in someone - maybe last time was when he recognised Hades as his brother thousands of years before? He didn't remember anymore, and it didn't really matter to him neither.

Rumours spreaded fast across the Heavens. It was a matter of days before everybody knew what the lonesome Poseidon was looking for, yet nobody dared approaching him nor suggesting him the information that could have helped him reach his objective. Yet, everybody was curious as to why he was interested in that legend in the first place. Poseidon was used to those lower deities' gossips, so he didn't pay them much care, they were nothing more than a bother and wasn't expecting them to act some other way. He was more interested in what certain gods had to say.

Zeus, despite his prestige, knew no more than him but reccomended talking with the goddess Nyx, whom he was afraid of, much more ancient than he was. Hades and Hermes agreed with Zeus and added some rumours that had been circulating for ages in the Underworld regarding a moon deity who lead the souls of the dead to Hades' domain. Beelzebub clearly remembered studying moon's phenoma and seeing that legendary face. They didn't ask him the reason why he was looking for the god. He wouldn't have answered anyway. Without a single word, he left, approaching his next destination, the goddess all gods feared: Nyx.

He respected the goddess, recognising her value and strenght, but didn't understand the reason why even the almighty Zeus feared - he could only suppose it must have been because of one of his many affairs that didn't end the way Zeus imagined. Poseidon didn't have anything to do with that though, therefore had no reason to fear her.

Nyx knew it all, the story of the human who ascended to the skies and then flew even higher above. That god's name was (Y/n), the vagabond of the stars, the hermit who found a home in the dim light of the moon. Poseidon was satisfied by the answers he had finally found - and a way to reach the moon itself. He was close to his goal.

He had finally landed on the moon. Poseidon had never been there before. It was the first time he got to see the sea he ruled from that perspective. It was a foreign feeling to him. He could almost understand the reason why humans tried so hard to leave Earth and reach the space - it was undescribable. He couldn't even blame (Y/n) for hiding in that timeless place. Poseidon felt as he could touch the stars if he only wanted to. And he was just about to do it, if only a sudden voice hadn't interrupted him.

"I've heard someone was looking for me. I don't receive many guests, so I suppose you must be that person." it was quite, almost a whisper. It didn't surprise Poseidon. (T/n) mustn't have had someone to talk to in a long time.

"You are Poseidon, aren't you? You often stare at the moon, I noticed it." a voice comparable to the music of the spheres, the musica universalis, the harmony between the celestial bodies.

(Y/n) seemed to have no material consistence, one with the stars and the deep blue sky surround them, floating on the ground, detached from the earthly beings. Poseidon almost felt unworthy of being before someone surrounded by such a, otherwordly aura, belonging to a different dimension. On the other hand, he was attracted by that holy creature.

"You are welcome here, God of the Seas." almost as if they had read his mind, (Y/n) reassured him "We all belong to the moon, all beings are made of the same stardust. There are no differences between us."

For once, Poseidon, enchanted and bewitched, couldn't reply. He was part of that symphony too - he could feel it resonating deep into his bones.

The everlasting sea below him, the everlasting stars above him. Poseidon felt whole for the first time in his equally everlasting life.

[wandagcre]

SAM & HER GF & COREFOUR IN CHRISTMAS HEADCANONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!

christmas with the core four as sam's girlfriend 🎄

Note: this had become a christmas special writing hhh i hope you like it nonetheless <3

whether you have a tradition or not during christmas time, you'll certainly have a lively extension of a family now that you're sam's girlfriend!

you ask sam what you should prepare and she simply says "your presence is much needed of course, then some clothes and finally, hope for the best for the sake of your sanity"

you chuckle at sam's words. it was between a lighthearted joke and reality. the 3/4 of the gang is full of expressive and loud personalities but you already met them and hung out, so you know you're in for a (good) ride 🫶🏼

but thankfully, you're already welcomed so you thought your previous worries were silly. chad goes for a special handshake, then mindy and tara for a warm hug and how are you's <3 it was genuine too

sam is already smiling at the sight of you as she puts your bags away, how you're getting along with them in christmas style. she has known the twins for so long and was ecstatic to finally continue celebrating it with her sister, and now with someone special — you.

after settling in, you're surprised that they actually cooked? not because of their skills but them combined is a hazard and their brain cells cancelling out each other. sam chimed in soon as she caught the conversation, "hey what does that say about me then! >:( i instructed them carefully when they started cooking,"

rest of the gang laughed, took no offense to your assumption. they said that you were absolutely right. in fact, tara reveals she almost did the classic switch up - salt over sugar - all because she got immersed at their in between conversations to which you join laughing at.

it's so diverse! full of everyone's favorite dishes at christmas time instead of the traditionally expected dishes. you told them that this was such a good idea and made things even more heartwarming to celebrate. they smile and chad rubs your back, "of course. we're our own little family. we do it according to our favorite picks and sharing it... in a way feels like you're sharing love, too. it makes it even more special." mindy butts in, "not bad, brother."

tara agrees and says chad definitely has his moments.

then! from your back, apparently sam sneaked in and smoothly glides another dish - your own favorite! she looks anywhere else except your eyes, "you didn't know the theme and you deserve a slot in this tradition," she murmured and tara adds, "so that's what you've been burning your hands for?" your eyes well up in affection. you press a chaste kiss to which the gang gagged at 😭

"no mistletoe for you two!" - they reprimanded you

trying eggnogs in discreet - perpetuated by the twins, specifically by chad (unknowingly made them after mindy said "go wild, surprise me") and immediately regretted her words. after things cooled down (re: woodsboro and new york mess) they decided to bring it up, the carpenter sisters weren't safe and so were you!

sam looking at the sidelines, suspiciously smiling and seemingly anticipating. you took more than a sip unknowingly, then soon as it hit your tastebuds, your face was contorted in disgust. the women started laughing. chad says "don't hate the brits!"

sam says in your defense, "you know they eat baked beans with dry sausages and bread right?" tara agrees with ease, saying that's a fair point and flips off the twins for the same surprise they did last year. adding to the chaos, you firmly say, "yeah! it offended my tastebuds. i thought this was a christmas tradition not a frat initiation!"

the core four loved your response 😭 sam included, was laughing hard and gasping for air. it was witty and the twins playfully retort that it was extreme of you to accuse!

sam couldn't stop smiling and laughing oh my god somebody help her facial muscles! it's permanently stitched to her at this point

mindy loves the banter. she nudges you and says that sam is partially getting her lick back. but mainly it was in your honor, to which she gags at because you guys are subtly so sweet already 🥹

they introduce you to some clichés, but with a twist! gingerbread house making but five of you will pick names, not revealing them and within an hour u should dedicate it to them. they're all wonky creations but decent. sam can't do much to control it anyway as they try to sabotage everyone, including yours 😭 the clean up will be tedious for sure!

you're surprised that tara decorated yours in your favorite color and how she noticed since it wasn't that obvious and yet she noticed a pattern apparently, it shows with your stuff and clothing! i think hers are perfected, standard-like creation and you see her stickman drawing attempt of two persons - apparently it's you and sam

sam points at it, "is that us? why am i smaller?" and tara grumbles. "this is for your girlfriend can you leave my masterpiece alone?"

you agree with tara who grinned widely at your approval, "be nice. i think it's an adorable touch to this homey gingerbread house!"

mindy adds knowingly, "also, sam, i hate to break it to you but you're an absolute puddle of baby around your girlfriend, that's why you're smaller - duh. your real height is not equivalent to your height there." and tara spreads her arms, exclaiming 'exactly!'

chad looks back and forth, trying to grasp the context. "oh! oh! i get it," he clasps his hands rather loudly. "you're so right for that. and you let her call you sammy?"

you giggle at sam's petulant pout at the teasing but she doesn't deny anything. "whatever," she grumbles and when you wanted to appease it with a kiss as you lean in to sam, the 3/4 are already making gagging and vomiting sounds 😭✋🏼

watching movies based on your favorite christmas themed movies! (insert an obscure movie u randomly hyperfixated or a popular one from your country) usually it was a matter of rock paper and scissors for fairness, but since you're new they gave you a special pass and played your choice of movie <3

your pick was new to them. therefore they were entranced at the plot and you enjoy the commentary and how they analyzed it, like little kids during the movie time in class. you look to your side and see that sam's eyebrows were bunched and she ate in sloth-like manner 😭

baby was so focused! it was funny how she looked like that while her arm is hooked around yours and leaned to you comfortably. sam says i can see why this is appealing to you... it's so you and unique and it matched your energy and she happily rambles - much to 3/4's surprise

not because sam is silently attentive but it's their first time to see her so open and carefree with her partner and so they have this faint, knowing smiles on their faces. they're happy that sam finally have found her person that she feels comfortable and honest with🥺

as you go to your respective rooms (obviously you're rooming with sam) mindy shouts from the hall, "please be respectful and let's keep the jolly, wholesome spirit alive! we do not need anymore virgo babies,"

tara visibly wanted to vomit and covered her ears. chad looks at his twin confused, "since when do you have beef with virgos?"

meanwhile you and sam were stuck in chuckling and was flustered. "i didn't even think of that!" you shout back to mindy who replies with sure, jan. as you and sam settle in her room, you take her hand and swung them gently, your gaze intent on sam's brown ones. "thank you for having me. i felt so loved." both of your hearts felt so full. your silly smile is unerasable and so is sam's, you find it endearing how the two of you probably look like fools together.

and sam pouts cutely at your words. "no, thank you baby for being here. it's only a first of many more to come." she retrieved something - a mistletoe - on her pocket. sam placed it above you two, and you smirk at her sly action. "let's seal it with a kiss then?" you say to which sam eagerly responds to and met your lips with no hesitation.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

First Times Ch 2: Into the Spring of Things ~Larissa Weems xFem Student!Sorceress!Reader

Part 2 of First Times!!! Larissa and Reader meet next Saturday, tension in the air… And Larissa shows Reader a whole other side to pleasure…

Link to Ch 1, Ch 3, Ch 4

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, age gap(all legal), praise, teasing, smut, fingering, finger riding, kissing, marking (hickeys), implied future smut

Series

Enjoy (;

You had been on edge ever since that fateful Saturday evening. And your next two tutoring times getting cancelled did not help.

When next Saturday rolled around, with a stomache full of nerves, you made your way to Larissa’s office and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Larissa called out.

You entered the office and just sat down quietly in your usual chair across from Larissa. Larissa put down her pen, gave you a gentle smile, and began, “So my love, would you like to continue…?”

You sheepishly nodded as a growing blush crept up your cheeks.

“Oh my… I think your shyness has made someone forget their manners…” Larissa lightly teased, “Use your words, love.”

“Yes Larissa please, I would like to continue…” you said in a meak yet needy tone.

Larissa chuckled lightly at your sudden shyness compared to your last moans and cries.

“Come, sit on my lap, Darling.”

You did as you were told, straddling yourself on Larissa’s lap as she sat comfortably in her seat.

“Remember, if you want to stop, all you have to do is say so, understand?” She reminded you with caring eyes.

“I understand…” you whispered, becoming more and more flustered at your current physical position.

At your consent, Larissa began peppering your neck with kisses and light markings.

“Can I take your shirt off?” Larissa raised her eyes to meet yours, lightly handling the collar of your shirt while asking for permission.

“Yes please.”

With your shirt off, Larissa’s kisses turned further into markings and suckling on any open skin she could find, eliciting strings of whimpers and breathy mewls from your lips. Her finger ran down your spine and stopping at your bra clip, making you shiver.

“May I…?” Larissa seductively asked, indicating to your bra clip.

You bit your lip and nodded eagerly. Larissa cocked an eyebrow at your response.

“Sorry—! Yes please…!” you quickly added, which seemed to satisfy Larissa, as she then unclipped your bra and threw it aside.

You gasped as you felt Larissa’s sudden movement of her mouth attaching to your nipple, her tongue swirling around your sensitive bud, making you inherently grind your hips into her lap. Larissa glided her other hand to your other breast, and began flicking and pinching your ever hardening nipple.

“Please Larissa…” you wantonly moaned, “Please… want more…”, as Larissa continued to tease you.

Larissa smirked at your already apparent neediness, and she slowly began to creep one of her hands up your thigh.

“Is this what you want, love…?” Larissa teasingly toyed with you.

You nodded vigorously and began to plead with her, “Yes! God yes, please Larissa…!”, now desperately grinding down on Larissa’s thigh.

“Hmmm, good girl.” Larissa purred into your ear with delight, now moving her entire focus to underneath your skirt.

Her fingers found the waistband of your knickers, but before she could even ask for permission, you were already grinding down on her hand, begging for her to take them off. Larissa happily obliged. As one hand rested on your thigh to keep you steady, Larissa’s other was ghosting over your clit in a tortuous, teasing manner.

“Tell me what you want, Darling.” Larissa purred, as she ran a finger through your folds.

You shuddered at her actions, moaning in response “Hmmm… want you to… fuck me, please…!”

“Good girl…” Larissa praised you, and then she slipped her finger into your aching pussy.

You moaned out at this new feeling, having to adjust a bit, but you were already feeling the pleasure of her merely filling you up with one finger. Larissa didn’t move her finger until you gave her a clear go ahead that you were ready.

“Can you… go faster…?” you sheepishly panted, your breathing having gone shallow.

Larissa’s face lit up with care and she chuckled, “Yes, love.”

She then began to pump her finger in and out of your wet cunt, making you meet her thrusts with your hips.

“Would you like me to add another finger, darling?”

“Yes…—GOD Yes…!!” you cried out, riding and grinding against her hand.

Larissa hummed in delight and happily slipped another finger inside your cunt, while also picking up the pace of her thrusts.

Really quick, you became a stuttering mess…

You grabbed onto Larissa shoulders in order to have a more stable hold to grind down on her fingers, which were finger fucking you with delicious skill.

“I… Larissa…!” you cried out with a foggy sex cloud surrounding you, “More please…!”

“Such a pretty thing, who can’t even form sentences anymore…” Larissa whispered by your ear, “Such a good girl with manners…”

At that, Larissa thrusted a third finger into your throbbing cunt. You cried out at the overstimulation of it, but you couldn’t stop babbling at Larissa and begging for her to not stop. Your core had risen and tightened more just like last time.

“Larissa… I’m… Please…!!” You cried out, desperately rutting against Larissa’s fingers.

“Cum, love. Cum on my fingers, sweet girl...” Larissa whispered.

Larissa’s words were your last straw. Your hands gripped Larissa’s shoulders tightly as a wave of pleasure and electricity coursed through you. You were panting heavily and your legs were wobbly.

Larissa gently removed her fingers from your pussy, bringing them to her lips and licking licking them clean, making you blush and look down. Larissa cupped your chin and kissed your lips gently, allowing you to taste yourself.

“How about… We simply do every Saturday morning from now on?” Larissa gently asked.

You gently nodded into her words.

“Words, darling…” Larissa warned you.

“I’d like that very much, thank you.” You whispered.

~~~

Chapter 3 linked here… 😏

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[windybreeze12]

I am so very late sksksksk but you have asked, and I shall provide. Welcome to today's episode of A Fangirl's Analysis of DBD and today we have:

Edwin and The Cat King

okay now listen to me. I love payneland so much. I think they're amazing both romantically and platonically. BUT GOD THESE TWO.

I am very sick and tired of people trying to hate on this pair because honestly it's like we didn't watch the same damn show. Yes he's old beyond comprehension and yes he is very much attracted to Edwin (and to an extent vice-versa) but yall are completely overlooking the fact that without the Cat King and his infatuation with Edwin, most of the things that happened in DBD wouldn't have happened. Dare I say, all of the events of DBD.

Yes, it was the Cat King who was also the reason for the boys to go through all the events both good and bad but can we please stop forgetting that he also actively (actively) tried his best to help Edwin (and Crystal and Charles by association).

And can we also please stop overlooking the fact that even though Edwin is a teenager in a physical sense, he is very much emotionally, mentally, and in every other way, a hundred years old. Now, if Edwin were still as emotionally mature as a 16 year old, there would some ethical issues but we can very well see that this is not the case.

I find the Cat King to be a wildly interesting character. A fun sort of anti-hero if you will. A mischievous, fun-loving, playful and flirtatious character who's pining led to his boo being sent to hell (which honestly i find hilarious). Despite his sort of unpredictable nature, he still has a strong moral code and follows through with it. And we can also see that he is actively trying to woo Edwin like mans is showing up with vital pieces of information and saving Edwin just so he'll like him back. He's absolutely pathetic and I love him.

I love love love the last interaction we get between Edwin and the Cat King when he gives Edwin the lilies in honour of Niko. In that scene, it's subtle but clear that both characters have changed. It's obvious that Edwin has changed but it's also obvious that the Cat King has changed. Rewatching that scene i just keep finding new things and UGH. One important thing that stood out for me were the increasingly soft smiles he gave Edwin. These were less flirtatious and more understanding. Like he had already come to terms with the fact that Edwin would be leaving and mostly likely would have a different romantic path (maybe Charles) than him. Yes he is still very much a flirt and still trying to woo Edwin (because characters dont change like that overnight) but he does so with respect and boundaries. When Edwin didn't go in to hug him, he backed away. It's also super fun noticing how the Cat King kept freaking glancing at Edwin's lips when he was talking about how lonely they are.

And at the very end, when Edwin told him that he forgot to count himself, the smirk the Cat King gives Edwin is much less flirtatious and much more like the kind of smirk that someone would give when seeing someone as an equal.

Overall, I find Edwin and the Cat King's relationship to be extremely intriguing and very interesting to talk about and your honour, I love them.

Wanna see more interest dynamics like this? WATCH DEAD BOY DECTECTIVES!!! It's got dynamics like this and more and it DOES NOT deserve to be cancelled so please please PLEASE go watch it <3

[harryforvogue]

omg plssss do jealous yasmine’s harry 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 we do not need smut with that gal don’t even worry

Harry observes as Yasmine converses with a PhD candidate from another department. She can be stubborn, infuriating, and difficult. All things he doesn’t mind, really. They’re alike in that way. But she also has the ability to piss Harry off by doing nothing to him.

Two days ago, Yasmine had told the TA email chain that she would be missing their weekly meeting because another responsibility had come up. And after some digging (prying actually because he texted her relentlessly wanting to know what she was doing that would keep her from coming to the meeting – which he disguised as annoyance because they needed to make an updated schedule for the exam period coming up in 4 weeks – she finally caved, glaring up at him with those dark eyes, spitting, “I’ve another meeting, got it?”)

Which meant that Yasmine did not have another meeting. She had a date.

Harry would also like to set the record straight about two things. 

One, he’s not a stalker and there are only a few places that a couple can even go on a date around campus (and he knows Yasmine would stay on campus because she teaches at 8 in the morning tomorrow) and he just happens to be at the same lounge Yasmine is at. 

And two, he really really doesn’t care if Yasmine goes on dates with other people. She could go on ten dates a day for all he cares.

The lounge isn’t exactly a bar, but a hybrid between one and a restaurant. If it were up to Harry, he’d never bring a date here. It’s tacky and uncool. If it were his choice, he’d bring a woman to a sensible restaurant – nothing too flashy or distracting, and definitely not cheap. Sue him for knowing how dates work.

But across the floor, he sees Yasmine and whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is laugh quietly amongst themselves. Yasmine is in a pretty outfit with her long hair out of its usual bun. It cascades down her back, pinned out of her face. If it were up to Harry (which, again, he’s well aware that it’s not), he’d take those pins out immediately after showing up to her place. He’s never seen her angrily push her curtain bangs out of her eyes and it would delight him greatly to experience it.

Harry takes an irritated bite of his fries, looking away from them. There’s a game on the TV, some soccer match that Harry focuses on instead. He can’t help his eyes from straying a few times, but for the most part, he’s ignoring their presence.

He’s actually invested in the match when someone walks by ten minutes later. He glances absently, stilling when he sees Yasmine standing next to him, her hands crossed over her torso.

“I thought it was you,” Yasmine says, biting the inside of her cheek. She taps her foot. “Mind if I join for a minute?”

Harry’s eyebrows raise. He glances over to the table the couple was sitting at, finding it empty. “Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he says after a graceful recovery. 

Yasmine pulls a seat out and sits down, crossing her legs. “Did we cancel the meeting?”

“No, we just pushed it to tomorrow. Decided on that today when 3 people didn’t show up.”

She hums, reaching for a fry from his basket. “Makes sense.”

As she’s eating his fries, Harry observes her for any signs of discomfort. She looks fine, actually, though the way she’s eating his fries suggests she’s hungry.

Harry flags down a waiter and asks for another basket of fries and spicy dip.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Yasmine says, wiping her mouth gently. 

“How was your date?”

So much for not being blunt.

He expects her dark eyes to flash up at him, a growl of “None of your business” but she only looks confused, her eyebrows drawing down. “Date?”

“Yeah,” Harry says. He now feels a little annoyed at her coy behavior. “You were on a date – I saw you.”

Yasmine blinks. “You saw me?”

“Yeah you were right over there. The place isn’t so big is it?”

God, now he’s snapping at her.

She bites the inside of her cheek again. From the proximity, Harry can see she’s swept some shimmer on her eyelids, her mascara bold, and her cheeks a tempting shade of pink. When the fries come, she reaches for one again, biting into it without caring about the temperature. “No, I wasn’t on a date. It was a meeting. Been thinking about my thesis and I needed help from someone who’s already gone through this.”

Harry frowns deeply. “Looked like a date.”

She surprises him again. The corner of her mouth raises into a smirk and she leans across the table. “Spying on me?”

“You wish.” His face feels hot.

“You sound jealous, Harry.”

“Jealous?” He forces a laugh. “What would I have to be jealous about?”

Yasmine shrugs. “You tell me.”

“Nothing. That’s what.”

“Sure.” She smiles at him, her chin against her palm. 

Harry knows that if he doesn’t look away from her right now, all hell will break loose. He’ll kiss her and she’ll kill him for it. And he might just be okay with that. Anything from her at this point would suffice..

His jaw clenches. He looks away.

Yasmine taps her foot against the floor again. “I was walking out and saw you so I thought I’d say hi. Get an update on the meeting, but that was a bust. Plus he’s bringing the car around to drive me back and it’s too cold to wait outside.”

So the PhD fucker is still around. Fanfuckingtastic.

“It’s okay to admit you wanted my company.” He takes a sip of his drink. When he’s ready, he turns back to her.

“You wish.”

Harry almost laughs at the reality of it.

Under the bright lights, she looks incredibly beautiful. Her lip gloss has smeared a bit, and that stupid clip in her hair is slowly sliding out. Maybe she didn’t think she was on a date, but the fancy PhD guy probably did. And now he’s bringing the car around like a gentleman. Harry nearly throws up at the thought.

Yasmine pulls out her phone when it rings. He watches as she puts it to her ear. He hates the way his stomach twists when her eyes light up.

“Hi. You’re here? Great, I’ll be right out.”

She hangs up and tucks her phone away again, standing up. “I owe you for the food.”

Harry’s mind turns. The other guy is driving her home, but what if he gets the wrong signals? What if Yasmine lets him kiss her? Brings him into her place. Allows him to–

If Harry had a car, he’d offer to drive her home himself. And he’d say yes if she were to ever invite him in. He’d kiss her like she’s never been kissed, his hands all tangled in her long hair. He’d treat her so well. 

When Yasmine looks at him, she pauses, clutching her coat around herself a little tighter. “What?”

He can’t look away. Why can’t he look away?

“Nothing,” he says quietly.

Something passes over her face. But it’s gone just half a second later. “Well. Bye, Harry.”

“Bye.”

She walks away from him and the pit in his stomach returns. He puts his head down on the table. Jealousy is the worst feeling ever.

[trigunfanart]

Amazon straight up stole my Wolfwood Pop Up Parade figure lol

I preordered it back in November from a gift card my friend sent me for my birthday. It was about 35 bucks back then. When everyone else got theirs delivered, I waited a couple of months but mine never even said when it was going to be shipped, so I contacted support.

The man said he found it and I would receive it in 48 hours. I thought wow he was so fast to fix it, and I praised him a lot. He then deleted all information on the item from my account and cancelled it. I know this because I got an email saying it was cancelled. Thank God, because the email had the order number which I could no longer look up to report the item as missing. There was in fact no way to report that specific item so I reported an action figure I bought around the same time period just so I could chat with customer service.

The new customer service person said they could look up the item order number just fine, which said it had been cancelled, but they were out of stock of the figures, so they still couldn't give me the item. Which means the first customer service guy was either lying that he found my item, or he stole my item and tried to cover his tracks by deleting all my info about ordering the item.

I told them they basically stole my item, because I preordered it ahead of time, they never sent it to me, and they sold their entire stock. I told them that item is no longer available anywhere new, it's only second hand, and it's 70 dollars now. So a refund still won't help me repurchase that item. So they gave me sixty dollars, which I'm greatful for.

But I'm still sad, because it's months later and the 60 dollars in my bank account is a blessing for my family that I can't stand to spend on the figure, because it feels irresponsible. So I am still not getting the Wolfwood figure, and it's going to keep going up in price forever.

Amazon stole my birthday present lol

[velvetvexations]

"can you describe a binary trans woman in a way which isn't transphobic as hell? 🧐" yes, easily: she's any trans woman who wants to identify as a binary woman, it's as simple as that. The fact that people are pretending they weren't or don't identify as women as some kind of 'gotcha' is fucking embarrassing for them

It's truly not that complicated lmao. People are so terrified of having "boring" genders that they've completely invented a t***f*b menace terrorizing trans women for not being as kweer as them. The simple fact of the matter is that this non-binary strawman does not exist.

It honestly drives me so crazy how people will use the fact trans men are men as plausible deniability for blatant misogyny, calling trans men whiny and annoying is truly the "I'm not touching you!" Of misogyny

and then go "why are you misgendering yourself" when you call it out lol

the whole thing is blisteringly colonialist i wonder if these people view themselves as anti-racist progressives 🤨

they sure do!

It's funny, bc I've seen terfs claim that other cultures having third genders is just otherizing gay people. Its legit the exact same argument. Radfems are radfems are radfems.

as always

"trans men are always bitching and whining" is also a different sentence from "men are always bitching and whining", so, like trans men already heard that shit enough growing up do u (op, not you velvet) not maybe think there might be slightly different implications to saying that if he's trans

what even is critical thinking anymore

between tankies and radfems i straight up think we need to retire materialism. no one knows what that word means anymore

they should reread theory till they actually understand it but if the results are anything like the first time they'll just find new genocides to stan

Another anon reminded me that it was even a thing where like. if you were white and you tried to bring up roles in history considered now to be non-binary you would get told you were appropriating. like white people only get two genders??? which I swear is a thing I think I heard verbatim once (I'm pretty sure as self-loathing satire to be clear I don't think anyone was that mask off or direct)

Native Americans have a patent on extra genders

all im ever told to do is shut up about my problems. i'm transmasc, white, skinny, well off, high-functioning, able bodied, decent parents. i still suffered so much and i still suffer every day but it feels like i can never talk about it. 99% because of people like me ranting about THEIR trauma for the purpose of talking over people on the other side, who are actually oppressed for it, and it means i will never not be afraid to talk about my issues with them and because of that i feel i can never truly and deeply connect with them. bigotry from "my side" affects the oppressed most of all, but it affects me too. i wonder if you feel the same, being a transfem defending transmascs amidst the apocalypse of t(e)rfs. if so, i hope you're okay. i hope you can find other transfems with similar views who you can talk to about it, because that's what helps me <3

I know some cool transfems. One has been showing me her writing lately and oh my God it's so good and cool.

just realized that transfems all being non-binary is extra wild when one remembers the like. discourse when hating transtrenders and non-binary people generally was in vogue. does no one remember how awful using they/them for everyone you don't know is??? nd how that turned into a weird nb v transfem thing??? contrapoints did a whole thing??? part of her cancellation???

some people are happy to switch to whatever argument lets them be the biggest cunt in the room at any given point in time

I like the “my gender is whatever has the shortest line to the bathroom” joke, but truth be told, I’ve only actually done it once, with single stall bathrooms, and I did get caught. I live in a state without bathroom bills, so arrest wasn’t a threat, but it was still really fucking scary, and I don’t think I’m going to do it again. I usually dislike using any gendered bathroom for the exact same reasons. They all feel unsafe. I try not to use public bathrooms at all, because usually there isn’t a gender neutral restroom. When there is, I actually will wait for it. But just once, I thought to myself, “I really have to pee, there are two single stall gendered bathrooms, one is in use, it’ll be fine, no one will see me,” and it backfired. The “shortest line” jokes are wish fulfillment, ok? It’s a tumblr post, it’s not that serious.

nooooo it's transmisogyny!!!!! wahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Refreshing your blog over and over again to see if you’ve gotten to my anon yet <3 Getting parasocial with it

<3

i think it's really important to note that like. The other side of the "all trans women are nonbinary" coin is "all amab nonbinary people are women" to these people, and they do consistently misgender people they perceive as amab nonbinary, both by calling them men if they're not fem enough, women if they perform any kind of femininity, and just deciding they are actually afab if they look a certain way. One of the consequences of TMA as a descriptor is that it just flattens all amab trans experience into Transfem experience. And it can be okay for coalition labels to exist (trans as a term obviously describes a wide variety of experiences) but it often feels like it intentionally erases the existence of people who DO live their lives as Nonbinary, vs maybe having some gender fuckery they keep to theirselves to avoid actually having to deal with exorsexism. They will unintentionally acknowledge this with posts such as "I round to the nearest 'cisnifigant digit ' when talking to cis people about my gender", but they'll never call it that. Conveniently, it's actually transmisogyny now.

If you're non-binary and AMAB you're just pretending to not be a woman because transmisogyny has made you scared to be your true fymynyne self.

I need to complain about this to someone else before I bore my friends to death and flood culture blogs with it cuz like what the fuck is with all the anti endo cluster Bs like I'm actually going insane. it's always just.

sees relatable post look closer anti endo and it's always the pretentious type of anti endo too, like the ones that put the word 'endo' in fifty quotation marks because how else would we be able to tell that they don't think endos exist. it's hard being one of the few intelligent entities with a cluster b disorder. I'm sure you understand as someone who's also among the few.

cluster B disorders like you and I have make one inclined to drama lmao so it's not really surprising to me that a lot of them are loudly anti-endo

English does have a generic you, it's "one". As is: "As one knows, the generic you in English is one." "When one makes a statement it causes some kind of effect on another" "I can do many things to such a one."

Yeah, but that doesn't always sound as good.

Re clarifying generic you not you in particular, I sent an ask recently and clarified general you because Im aware Im writing a message to your account which feels like Im talking directly to you, which I am, but then it feels like any general use of 'you' would sound like its aimed at you in particular because its your account. So it felt important and polite to clarify that while I am talking to you, when I use general you it is general you, Im not being rude to you to your face Im being rude to the hypothetical people in the room. Im aware these are now very long sentences and I hope this makes sense. Basically its making sure you know the rudeness is not aimed at you even though I am talking to you in your inbox and using the same word you.

NW I know <3 It's just strange to me since it's clarified a lot and I don't remember it being this way when I was on Tumblr several years ago, so it's a new development in how people talk from my perspective.

Trfs are very quick to accuse transmascs (regardless of whether or not they pass) of having "male privilege" but if someone so much as implies that a boymoding trans woman has any access to male privilege at all theyre committing a Hate Crime and are Awful and Terrible. Very consistent logic.

the idea is that having to be stealth or misgendering yourself is Still A Bad Time but they can't extrapolate this to being the same for trans people AFAB too

there’s something so funny about the blog with an estrogen pun username getting on a high horse to say that making an extremely common trans joke is a sign of privilege. like i don’t even have anything witty to say in return, we love a lack of self awareness ig 😐

radical feminism is brain poison unfortunately

"you are not counter culture for saying Let Men Be Unapologetically Masculine" tell me you've never been to a bear bar without telling me you've never been to a bear bar oml @ OP of that post (feel free to post this when it is not the weekend)

lmao right though

transradfems absolutely self identify as radical feminists. eight years ago, when i was on this hellsite talking about anti-binary gender philosophy as a nonbinary person, i had swarms of people tell me i was actually being transmisogynistic by saying radical feminist was inherently transphobic because didn't I know there were trans women out there "reforming" it and some of them were even not white? I couldn't possibly remember what blog manifesto I was linked to, but my point remains. eight years ago i was told that trans women were gonna "reform" radical feminism, so i didn't have to bother talking about my experiences as a nonbinary "tme." and now look at where we are.

they should focus their efforts on reforming whatever educational system led to them being the people they are now

[harrietbarnesblog]

Prompt list; 4, 18- fluff w/ lee know

I'll take care of you.

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pairing: lee know x reader. warning: fluff, period, crying and a little bit of angst. a/n: the prompt was “you cancelled plans for me?” and “Oh my god you never told me you could cook” and I came up with whatever I can think of. I hope you guys like this.

You got your periods yesterday and were having the most painful that you have ever experienced now. You were curled up on your sofa and haven't gotten up for anything except to use the restroom and drink water. You skipped your breakfast as you didn't feel like cooking. Your phone which was on the table rang. It was your boyfriend Minho. You picked it up.

“Hello, sunshine.” he said.

“Hi.” you said grumply.

“What happened? Are you fine?”

“It's nothing, I'm fine. Didn't you say you were gonna hang out with jisung today?” you asked about changing the topic.

“Yeah I am. I just wanted to check up on you before I leave.”

“I'm doing awesome. You stop worrying about me and enjoy your day with Han.”

“Okay, bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.” you said and hung up the call.

You threw your phone near your leg on the couch. You fell asleep somehow. Few minutes later someone rang your doorbell disturbing your sleep.

“Who the fuck is that?” you muttered to yourself. But got up and went to the door. It was Lee Know waiting patiently for you.

“Darling, are you alright? You didn't sound very good on the call so I came over.” he explained as soon as you opened the door.

“You didn't have it.” a sharp pain erupted in your stomach making hiss in pain.

“Obviously you are not fine, sunshine.” he said. He grabbed your hand and led you in closing the door behind.

“But what about your plans?” you asked.

“I cancelled them.”

“You cancelled plans for me?” you felt emotional over it and started crying over it.

“Yes I did. Oh my god, why are you crying now?”

“Because you cancelled your plans for me. Just for me. That's so cute. My stomach hurts so much. I had periods yesterday and nothing feels good.”

“Awww it's gonna be alright. Did you eat anything?”

“No.” you said, wiping away your tears.

“Come on. I'm gonna take care of you." He led you to your bedroom and helped you get into your bed.”stay here okay? I'll be back.”

You nodded your head.

He headed straight to the kitchen and got his hands on whatever ingredients he could find. He managed to cook your favourite food along with some vegetable soup. He arranged them in a trap and slowly brought them to you.

You were in awe of his act of service. You fall in love with him more and more as each day passes. He sat on the bed and placed the trap on the bedside table. He helped you get up and sit straight. He took the bowl of soup and fed it to you. He even slowly blew to cool it down so it won't be too hot for you to eat. The taste was so good and you didn't know he knew how to cook.

“Oh my god, you never told me you could cook. This is so good.”

He didn't say anything, he just laughed it off.

“There are a lot of things you don't know about me, and I intend on letting you know each and everything about me, y/n.” he said.

“You are so sweet.”

“Don't start crying again, please.” he said, wiping away the few tears that fell from your eyes.

He fed the whole soup and then the food. He washed the dishes after that and cuddled with you until you fell asleep. He was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. Usually, he would never show his soft side to anyone but with you he was always so sweet and kind.

“You are just so cute.”

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 14

Word Count:  1.4k

Warnings:  slight angst.

“Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll be there!”

Johnny smiled and said okay, as he ran away from the laptop to tell Shayla that Chris had agreed to come to their kindergarten’s career day.  But you were frowning at him.  He was quick to notice your look and he leaned in towards the camera, “I know that look (Y/N)…so get on with it already, and just say what’s on your mind.”

“You shouldn’t be promising Johnny these types of things, Chris and you know it,” you sighed as you rubbed your temples, “you didn’t show up for their birthday last year when you promised him that you would, and now you think you can just win him over by showing up as Captain America for a bunch of kindergartners?”

“You told him to ask me, (Y/N),” he grumbled, “you allowed him to call me and ask.  You encouraged it.  If I knew you were going to get on me about my past mistakes with the twins, I would have just-”

“Because you are his father,” you reminded your ex as you cut him off, “Johnny still wants a relationship with you despite all the times you’ve scared him and Shayla or let them down.  He idolizes you, Chris.”

“I’m trying to be better, (Y/N),” he muttered softly, “I-I can’t apologize for all the shit that’s happened and change it, but I can keep trying to be a better father to them than I was the day before, can’t I?”

“It only counts as trying if you actually follow through with any of your promises, Chris,” you muttered, “one of these days he’s going to see you letting him down and that’s going to be the final straw.  He’s going to ignore you, like Shayla does.  And I won’t be in your corner, telling him to give you yet another chance, Chris.”

“Why are you acting like this?” he asked, “you push Johnny to call me and when things are going alright, you step in and make me feel like shit.  Do you know how difficult it makes all of this?  Do you even care how hard this all is on me?”

“Why do you keep cancelling on him last minute?” you asked, “you give me a good, honest-to-god reason, Chris.  And don’t say ‘it just happened,’ like you always do.  Sebastian always makes time for the kids.  They don’t even have to ask.  They know he’ll be there for them.  But you-“

You watched as his jaw clenched, “I told him I’d be there.  And I meant it.  I’ll be there for him and Shayla.”

“God, I hope so, Chris.”

“I will.” He growled, before ending the call.

“Alright, who’s next?”

You frowned when you saw Johnny peeping his head above the rest of his classmates from the back of the room.  You were on the PTA and had been in the classroom for the better half of the morning to help with snacks and to help set up some of the mini projects that some of the parents brought in for the kids as part of their demonstrations, but you’d failed to see Chris amongst the rest of the parents.

And you’d known why.

“Something came up.”

“Oh, I bet,” you growled into your phone, “I got the alert, Chris.  Is that the infamous Minka I saw in the corner of the picture, holding onto your hand like some lost puppy?”  

“Oh, come on, (Y/N),” he huffed into the phone, “you’re not really paying attention to that tabloid bullshit, are you?  I-“

“Our son is expecting you to show up in his classroom later today as Captain America!  A promise which you made to him,” you growled, pointing out and using his own words against him. Your eyes fixating on the door to the school where another one of the moms was waiting for you.  You held a finger up to show another one of the moms that you’d be in to help in a second, and you pointed at your phone.  She gave a nod of understanding and went back inside.  All of them knew how much it was like pulling teeth when it came to the very strained relationship with your twins’ father, “Christopher Robert Evans, you tell me right now and you be fucking honest with me.  Are you even in the states, or are you still in Europe with her?”

There was silence on his side of the line.

“Christopher…”

“I couldn’t get a flight out in time after I missed the last one!” he muttered.

“Did you miss it because of her?”

More silence.

“I can’t believe you,” you hissed across the line, “I can’t fucking believe you.  You promised him, Chris.  You promised Johnny that you would be here for him.  This is like every other time you’ve ever promised-”

“Baby, come on-“

“Don’t baby me,” you growled, “I’m not your baby, Christopher.”

“(Y/N),” he tried sadly, “I wanted to be there.  I did.  But-“

“Oh, fuck off, Chris!”

“I wanna go next!”

You were shocked to hear your little girl’s voice. 

But Shayla was all but jumping out of her chair as she raised her hand, “I wanna go next!”

“Shayla?” the teacher asked, before looking at you. 

Your lips parted and she got up from her seat, running to the door. 

“Daddy, come on!” she giggled, pulling him in. 

You gasped, seeing your husband in his full Bucky Barnes costume.  Disbelief coated your features as a few other parents started muttering to one another.

“This is my daddy!” Shayla exclaimed proudly, “he’s a superhero!”

“Who’s he?” one of the boys asked, turning to Johnny.

“That’s not Captain America!” another boy muttered, “Johnny said his daddy is Captain America!”

Sebastian removed the mask and handed it to Shayla, “actually, I’m an actor, and this, is one of the characters I play.  His name is Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier.”

“I thought Johnny and Shayla’s daddy was Captain America!” one of the boys piped up. 

“This is my daddy!” Shayla said once more, “he’s not an Avenger! He’s better!  Tell them daddy!  Bucky’s better!”

“Now, now,” he chuckled softly, “I wouldn’t say that I’m better than the Avengers…but, since they were all busy, they did send me with some stuff to let you guys know that they think your class is full of superheroes just like them.” 

“Daddy show them what you brought!” Shayla squealed, tugging on his tactical pants.  He smiled and went back to the door before opening it once again.  A few of the other members of the PTA came in with some carts full of stuff. 

There was Hulk gloves, Captain America shields, Iron Man helmets, and Thor Hammers.  You gasped when your daughter picked up the stack of pictures, and began handing them out to her classmates.   Sebastian quickly shot you a wink. 

“Now, we brought enough so that each of you could have a few of these toys…but you have to wait to come up until your teacher calls your table!  Got it?”  Sebastian asked. 

The kids chorused as the teacher started calling the first table.  The first group of four squealed excitedly as they ran for the cart and started picking up the toys. 

“Does anybody have any questions for me?”

“Is that your real arm?” a little boy asked, pointing to the metallic looking arm. 

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head, “it’s not.  It’s a prop for the movie.  My real arm is under it though, so I can move it however I need to.  This is more like a glove.”

“Are you a superhero like the Avengers?”

“Something like that!” he shrugged, “I help the Avengers…sort of.”

A few more kids asked some questions, before ultimately it died down.  The class gave him a round of applause as he started towards the back of the room.  When he met up with you, he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“H-how did you-“

“I called in a few favors yesterday when I saw that Chris had missed his flight and he stopped answering your texts,” he admitted, “a few of the others are in town for NYC’s comic con this week, but for the others they overnighted some pictures with signatures…and as for the toys…thank the Russos.”

“God you’re amazing,” you sighed against his chest, “how am I so lucky?”

“Lucky, hmm?” he teased playfully, gently nipping at your neck, “how lucky do you think I could be for saving the day?”

“Lucky enough that when we get home, I’m going to show you how a superhero gets thanked!” you giggled against him. 

“Ohh, I like the sound of that, Mrs. Stan.”

Chapter 15

[nqueso-emergency]

https://www.tumblr.com/nqueso-emergency/763224071246905344/that-it-was-supposed-to-be-eddie-thingalways

this is just me theorising, so in no way is it 100% true, but if gay!Eddie arc was indeed considered I kind of imagine it went like this:

Tim admitted to withdrawing from writing Buck/Eddie scenes because he didn't want to be accused of queerbaiting ➡️ he thinks of giving Buck a bi storyline which logically should make people stop accusing him of queerbaiting (but now we know Buddies don't care unless both of them are queer lol) ➡️ it gets shot down from above maybe because Buck is a womanizer, c'mon, why would he suddenly date A DUDE ➡️ Tim is frustrated because he wants to keep writing their friendship but the queerbaiting allegations are a pain in the ass ➡️ he switches to Eddie ➡️ maybe someone from above tells him the comphet storyline is preferable to suddenly making a character bisexual but it's still a no ➡️ Tim leaves for LS because if they don't let him write what he wants then they can just fuck off ➡️ FOX cancels 911 but it gets picked up by ABC ➡️ Tim returns and he knows he has to make one of them queer (it doesn't matter which one, just that one of them isn't straight) ➡️ maybe he thinks about the thing someone at FOX told him about comphet being preferable or maybe he just didn't want to bring Marisol back but he wanted Natalia so that's why he thought of Eddie first ➡️ RG said no ➡️ Oliver said yes ➡️ bi!Buck yaaaay

which by the wat THANK GOD that it turned out this way, it makes so much more sense! and needed much less convincing. I can't help but lowkey stan Ruan for saying no 🤭

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[deusexmachinawitch]

hi, how do u personally manifest? what are your steps? thanks !

Lately I've not been my best when it comes to follow my own routine due to work (which is ironic because I manifested this line of work).

Still, what I used to do that gave me the most effective results where:

-Inner work + Shadow Work: I mention this mostly to help with self concept but above all, to help me find what can be blocking my manifestations.

For example, manifesting my ex-SP. I realized I really didn't want him back. Could I have manifested him back? Sure. But I realized that there was a lot of hurt attached to him and I just didn't want someone who was borderline narcissistic back. Can I have change that? Of course, I am God. Did I want to put on the work? No, especially because I found out that I was so special as a God in this reality that I wanted something even much better. That's how I figured out I wanted a dream SP instead and manifested that in less than 2 weeks without any resistance. So this thing should be mostly to make up your damn mind, find your worth and from there WHAT DO YOU REALLY WANT.

-Subliminals: I use slade's subliminals and for some reason they work wonderfully for me. With this, is mostly finding subliminals that resonate with you and even have fun with them like challenging yourself and affirm that the subliminals will make manifestation work even faster. Subliminals are fine but your belief in them is much worthy since you're the one defining your own rules in the reality you have created as the God in it.

-Robotic affirmations: Same as subliminals but they are a reminder of what you have chose in this reality. You just affirm the existence of these things like a God summoning things into reality. It makes you feel more powerful.

-Act like the main character while knowing you're God: I feel like the center of my own reality and the lives of the people I've manifested but with a sense of responsibility. I say this because when you manifest a new reality, that may include people you manifested out of thin air or changed people you know. I say this from experience. In my new reality, half of the people I currently know and are close to me are people that I manifested out of thin air and half are people that I changed into better versions. When this happens, people act the way you expect and that gives you a sense of responsibility. In my case, everyone adores me and constantly check on me and pamper me. So to enjoy things better, I act like I don't expect my manifestations to enjoy my manifestation better plus not being attached to the results. With this, I mean that I act like I didn't expect things to happen even if I manifested them to enjoy them better.

As an example, I'll talk about a success story that happened to me this weekend. A friend of mine whom I manifested out of thin air and practically adores me and trusts my judgement, traveled with me for work and paid for all my expenses to make sure I was comfortable and suddenly realized they overspent on me and didn't blame me for it but felt sad. I did expect they would spoil me but felt bad about the money they spent on me. So I affirmed things would be alright and that they would have so much money soon that we could even go on a trip for leisure along with other people. So, 3 days after that happened, payments that should have gone to them suddenly were cancelled because of "billing mistakes on the other part" so they didn't have to pay for a lot of things this month and then they got a large sum from a family member. They were so shocked and they actually told me we are going on a trip on May to a city I wanted to go, my expenses paid.

During this time, I did show concern for my friend and comforted them but at the same time I was affirming that they were getting that money they spent on me back but doubled and it happened. I knew it was going to happen so I wasn't worried but at the same time I did what I had to do to make my friend feel better while knowing the outcome. So I was the main character but also God.

-Above all, incorporate manifestation to your daily routines so it feels natural: If it feels unnatural and forced, trust me that while you can try and manifest during any circumstance as long as you believe in the end... It's better when it feels natural because it becomes effortless. Affirm while you're in the shower, listen to subliminals while cleaning, etc... And don't feel bad incorporating watching LoAss vids or consuming content. Just use them as a reminder of how to manifest and also, do some manifesting challenges for fun! Just make it natural and even fun so you feel connected to your power and so manifestation doesn't feel like a chore.

You can also try new techniques to try new things or even make your life even better with revision or scripting with a special notebook or app. Make it fun, you're the main character even if you're God!

[wooahaeproductions]

If You Kiss Me Like That

Kwon Soonyoung x Female Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Word Count: 624

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, uh complicated feelings?

Rating: 18+

A/N: For Summer, @sun-kore 🥰 I hope this goes with what you expected. If not, I hope you enjoy it anyway! Haha ~Bee

-Part of The Kissing Booth drabbles

You had to have the worst luck with guys. Which is why you ended up going to your cousin's wedding with Soonyoung, the last person on earth you would have chosen. You couldn’t say you hated him exactly, it was more that you had a history. You had been together and not together more times then you could count, resulting in blurring the line between love and hate.

You hated to admit how handsome he looked, dressed up in a blue button down and slacks with his brown hair slightly brushed back. You hated how he still made you stomach flip when he told you how beautiful you looked. And finally, you hated how after too many prying life questions from your relatives and one too many drinks, you had ended up in Soonyoung’s bed.

Any thoughts you had of leaving right then and there were drowned out the minute he laid over you, latching his lips on yours. Clothes had been pulled off, leaving the two of you naked in the soft sheets.

Soonyoung had you sighing into his mouth as he molded his body with yours. His hands lightly brushing over your skin, amplifying the electricity between you and making himself harden against you. You bucked up against him, making him hiss at the contact.

Thoughts that you shouldn’t be doing this had crossed your mind, but right now your need for him canceled those out. “Are you ready?” Soonyoung whispered in your ear and you nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside you already.

After teasing your nub with his fingers for a little while and nearly making your beg, his slipped inside you. “You feel amazing, like always,” he breathed out, letting you adjust for a minute before setting a steady pace.

Soonyoung was always a gentle, passionate lover and there was definitely chemistry there. That just didn’t always seem to carry through to the rest of your relationship. He hungrily pressed his lips against yours as if he was trying to breathe you in, picking up the pace while you both grew closer to hitting your high.

“I’m close. Are you?” Soonyoung asked. He wore a desperate expression that was magnified by his bangs messily brushing his forehead. Perhaps it was just to chase that high or maybe it was to keep chasing it with you.

“Me too,” you responded and you placed your hands on the back of his neck to pull his face into your shoulder as you ground into him even harder. Your walls began fluttering and he moaned your name. You could feel him start to stiffen within you and your coil finally snapped.

“Oh my god,” you murmured. With the final squeeze of your high, Soonyoung painted your insides with cum and he could not help himself from whispering sweet nothings. He sat up to look at you and you saw the words he wanted to say on his lips.

Instead of saying them, he kissed you once more, much gentler than he had earlier. “We can’t keep doing this,” you said, shaking your head in an attempt to reign in your impulses.

“And why can’t we?” he asked, his eyes pleading as he turned to look at you.

You let out a scoff, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’ve broken up so many times, we need to learn to stop trying,”

“But what if it’s the opposite and the universe keeps pushing us together? Do we ignore that?” he responded, adamantly. His brown eyes showing that he believed the words that he spoke.

You reached your hand out to cup his cheek and let out a resigned sigh. You hated that he might be right.

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