#which is is like. FINE. whats worse js

[florida3exclamationpoints]

[zombvic]

SUPER RICH KIDS (marc guiu x reader) pt.2 here

summary : in which fans notice a familiar footballer in the likes of their favorite "super (humble) rich kid"

face claim : wolfiecindy (+ lissie mackintosh)

notes : frank ocean come back !!!!!!!!! might make this a series... this idea came to me in a dream so it might be a lil dumb. gave them a family name and made the dads face claim toto wolff (lmfao) bcs its easier so js ignore that !!! translated spanish is questionable..

pairings : marc guiu x fem!famous!reader

y/n ramsay, the only daughter of peter ramsay, a man considered to be one of the most influential men in the world, the owner of mercedes. not just the formula one team, the whole ass car brand. he is considered a self-made multi billionaire and single dad of two. as a daughter of a man with such high status, it came with exposure. y/n had her own little fandom, girls and boys who admired her beauty, lifestyle and enjoyed her personality. the girl was beloved by many, even celebrities found her videos and instagram posts entertaining. she had a natural charm that drew people in, and amongst those people there was a certain footballer, a certain teammate of her brother known as the one and only, marc guiu.

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ynramsay monaco nights

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user rawrwrrwrwrwrrr

user HERMOSA

nateramsay wtf without me ?

- ynramsay yeah!!! loser..

user marc and jude in the likes lmao

- user i need to see nates reaction

user + 1000000 aura for her beauty

user idk whats prettier, the view or you

user felt the aura way back in december

judebellingham what a view 😍😍

- user shes not picking u jude (visca el barca!!)

- user marc fight back ???

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ynramsay read the spanish love deception and now im here

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judebellingham madrid is better smh..

- ynramsay visca el barca bitch

peteramsay wow i look good

nateramsay where am i ???

- ynramsay dw youll get a personal post ig

marcguiu9 linda 😻 (pretty)

- nateramsay yo marc.. ¿qué carajo? 😁 (what the fuck)

- hctorforrt_ eres marc bastante idiota (you're pretty stupid marc)

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ynramsay @nateramsay am i doing this right ???

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nateramsay eh.. could be worse

user okay guys.. y/n & hector OR y/n & marc..

- user marc & y/n definetly

- user nuh uh hector and y/n would make a cute couple

- user neither???? guys omg leave them alone

user barca girls stay on top

marcguiu9 the team's lucky charm !!

- user bros down BAD

- user - 10,000 aura for simping

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marcguiu9 VAMOS !!! tres puntos están en casa !!

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user bro has the inlaws in his likes

- user and they claim theyre "friends" ... if my "friends" dad was liking my posts id assume were married with seven kids and a dog

ynramsay marcaría un hattrick 🤓☝🏼

- marcguiu9 me gustaría verte intentarlo

user were winning the ucl !! (im going insane)

- user were so back !! (we are not making it past the group stage)

user la masia boys have some kind of fine gene in them its crazy

ynramsay formula is still better sorry bro

- marcguiu9 you trippin dawg 😹😹😹

- user just get married lord...

- user theyre literally built for eachother i swear

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ynramsay meanwhile in my head

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user mother is mothering

user the prettiest

user an angel sent from heaven, deadass.

marcguiu9 ¿eres un rayo? proque eres mcqueen. (are you lighnting? because you're mcqueen)

- nateramsay WEAAAAAK. next

- marcguiu9 can you be the sally to my mcqueen??

- nateramsay better.. u got my approval

- peteramsay not mine !!!

user 11 million likes on ts post jesus marc u got some competition

user the finest girl in the world

user girlie got the whole barca roster in her likes

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ynramsay barca weekend things !!

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user mother is mothering

user wifey, are you cheating on me?

user IS THAT MARCS HAND ???????

user guys that's me please respect our privacy!!

user i think it's hector tbh..

- user nah thats so randon

- user they're clearly just friends

user wasnt expecting a heartbreak today

user im sorry but it looks like marc

- user a HAND looks like marc ???????

marcguiu9 vroom

- ynramsay vroom indeed

- user yall...

peteramsay aprobado 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼

- marcguiu9 VAMOOOOOOOS

might be a series or whatever :3 just pls request something

[simjaeyvn]

pairing: heeseung x reader

summary: you weren’t meant to be getting jealous at all, friends with benefits had boundaries but shit lee heeseung looked so fucking good in his story.

warnings: oral sex (m receiving), swearing (??), mentions of weed nd alcohol like once lol

note: not proofread + pretty rushed but i js wanted to write smth to post cus i disappeared due to uni sorry

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The one word spills from your lips repeatedly as you stare intensely into the screen of your phone. Your fuck buddy, Lee Heeseung had posted himself, in his all black fit with his hair slightly damp and messy. You couldn’t tell if you were upset, mad or amused but what you did know was that you wanted to give him the suck of his life. But who was he trying to impress with his story? You frown at the thought of him trying to impress another girl and it’s only worse because it was definitely going to work. Heeseung was hot, really hot, as if sculpted by Aphrodite herself. The friends with benefits thing you had going on started when you guys were both tipsy and horny, things led to another and you both couldn’t deny how good the sex was and that is how the agreement all started.

Your focus on his story gets interrupted when you hear your roommate, Chaewon, squeal. Which gains all of your attention, of course, probably gained the attention of everyone who lived on the same floor as you two.

“Oh my god, Y/N. Have you seen Heeseung’s story? He is so fine.” Oh, and you guys were private. Not even private, secret. It was hard not telling your best friend you had been railed by Heeseung on the couch she’s fangirling over him on.

“He’s okay,” you say. It did bother you knowing other girls were having this reaction but it was worse when you weren’t in the position to be mad nor jealous. You weren’t familiar with the concept of feelings, they were confusing to tell apart. Romantic, platonic, etc, it was all too much so you stuck to denying anything you felt but there was something about Heeseung. Maybe it was the way he treated you after sex or the way he wouldn’t forget to smile and wave at you when he saw you on campus. There was just something about him that made you want him for yourself but you knew you’d have to give him up. It did piss you off, were you not enough? He said he wasn’t looking for anything serious but he goes around and posts this. You, yourself couldn’t tell if you were overreacting but you didn’t like the jealousy you felt one bit. Lifting yourself up from your shared couch with Chaewon, you turn to her to ask, “Are we going to Jay’s party?"

“Well no shit! Who are we to turn down a party?” She scoffs, hand on her chest to seem offended. You giggle and throw a pillow at her before walking into your room and shoving your face in the comfort of your pillows. The peaceful moment is interrupted by the notification noise coming from your phone. Groaning as you turn yourself around and lift up the screen to meet your eye level.

hee: hey pretty ;) hee: u going to jay’s party?

It takes everything in you not to reply or even open the message. He can post himself all he wants, he’ll just have to deal with a pissed you. You swear you can see a light bulb glowing above your head as you decide to continue the concept of staying pissed at him. How dare he post himself looking that good and then go to a party? Lee Heeseung was on thin ice. Jumping up from your bed, you open your closet and skim it to find the tightest, shortest dress you own. Pulling out a small black dress that hid in the back of your closet, you hum to yourself in satisfaction. Upon getting ready, you hear your phone vibrate. Unlocking the screen as you frown seeing the contact name.

hee: angel? why arent u answering? hee: do u need to be picked up?

This game was far more amusing than you thought it’d be. You lock your phone screen and wait for Chaewon in your shared living room. “Let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.

One step in and the aroma of weed and beer dominates your nostrils. Your eyes roam around the house looking for a familiar face because Chaewon had met a cute guy out in the front of the house so now you were alone. Your eyes land on Jake in the kitchen, he waves, and you walk over. When you’re in arms reach, he hands you a cup of beer.

“You look good,” he compliments with a smug smile. Jake was cute, very cute but he was Heeseung’s best friend so any plan you wanted with him would be dismissed because he was also very nice. He was very committed to the concept of ‘Bro Code,’ which you respected.

“Thank you Jake,” you giggle before taking a sip out of the red plastic cup. You learn your body against the counter as you listen to Jake’s frustration over a girl.

“She gives me these signs but then she ghosts me. It’s annoying! How’s Heeseung though?” Jake asks, which surprises you. You were so focused on him talking about the girl, you don’t even know how he slipped Heeseung into the conversation.

“Heeseung? Well, he’s something.” You reply, eyes staring at the liquid in your cup.

“Better put a collar on him, did you see his story?” Jake laughs, gently pushing your shoulder as you laugh with him. “Oh. Speak of the devil.” You look up to ask Jake what he had meant but you’re already being pulled by your wrist across the house.

“Fuck! What the fuck? Let go!” You try to protest as you struggle loosening the grip. The hand lets go when you’re in a bathroom, you wait to see who the hell dragged you here as the figure locks the door. Once he turns around you curse yourself. “What the fuck Heeseung?!” You yell.

“Angel, you didn’t answer my texts. Didn’t even try to find me here and I see you talking to my best friend.” He says, you could tell he was tense. Why did he care? You guys weren’t anything official anyway, he had no reason to be caring but you also had no reason to be jealous.

“Why do you care? Move, let me go back.” You walk to unlock the door but you're pinned against the door before you can utter another word. Heeseung’s eyes meet yours, they’re dark, and full of lust. He looked mad, but he looked really hot at the same time.

“Why are you acting like such a brat for fucks sake?” He growls, moving one hand on your hip and the other cupping your jaw.

“Maybe if you hadn’t posted yourself for those other bitches.” You spit, turning your head to face anything but him. But he forcefully turned your head back to him. A smirk now on his face. Wow, you were one dumb motherfucker for admitting your jealousy.

“What? Was my angel jealous?” He says teasingly. You nod slowly, struggling to do so in his tight grip. “But baby, you made me all upset since you ignored me. Gonna make it up to me?” You nod with a smile on your face, knowing what he had meant. He smiles back before chasing your lips with his own. It doesn’t take 5 seconds before you’re kissing him back. As the kiss deepens, you push him back into the sink. You absolutely hated how weak you were for him. His teeth nip at your bottom lip so you allow his tongue to slip in. You cup his clothed dick with your hand which causes him to whine. Heeseung pulls back from the kiss and a string of saliva can be seen.

“Fuck angel, suck me off.” You lower yourself onto your knees as he undoes his belt and pulls down his jeans and boxers in one go. No matter how many times you’ve seen this sight, you still drool every time you see his bare cock. So thick, red and perfect for you. You wrap your hand around the base and pepper the tip with kisses whilst looking up at him before fitting as much as you can in your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips, and you love it. It gets difficult to control your gag reflex but you're so determined to make him feel good. He grabs your hair and wraps it into a makeshift ponytail. You can feel his tip brush against the back of your throat as you bob your head forward, not breaking any eye contact with him.

“Fuck, needa fuck your mouth baby.” You hum against his cock as a sign of agreement, your hands move to rest on his thighs as he uses you. “Mouth feels so baby.” He moans, eyes shut and his head thrown back. One of his hands grip onto the sink as the other holds your hair up in a ponytail and the prettiest noises leave his lips.

“Gonna cum-, gonna cum in your mouth, angel.” He pants before reaching his high, releasing in your mouth. “Open your mouth.” You open your mouth, showing him his release. “Swallow.” He commands, and you obey. You stick your tongue out again, showing him again and he swears he can cum again just from the sight.

“Sorry for earlier,” you mutter under your breath as you stand up. He smiles down at you, tucking himself back in his pants. “I’m sorry, I'll make it up to you, yeah? Let’s go to your apartment.”

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Imagine Tom's reaction when reader (male) was dared by Abraxas to wear a skirt for a week (Abraxas knows Tom has been pining for reader since 1st year, he js want to help his homie)

The Skirt - T.R. x male!Reader

A/N: I love this request so much oh my gods 💛 I wrote this in a horny frenzy because this unlocked some sort of sleeper agent side of me that I never knew existed until I read your request

I think this is the most feral Tom Riddle I’ve ever written. I tweaked the request a tiny bit, but I hope you like it. It’s completely unedited with no use of Y/N. I wrote it intending to write more, so that’s why it ends the way it does.

PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ THE WARNINGS!!! I tried to tag everything, but let me know if I missed something!

This is 18+, which means NO MINORS!!!!

CW: female oc; Reader dresses as a girl; lots of beauty descriptors for Reader; don’t read if you’re prone to dysphoria/dysmorphia around looking feminine!!!; Tom’s horny thoughts; Tom’s feral thoughts; Tom is absolutely whipped for you; brief graphic description of sexual acts; Tom is a horny boy; probably ooc Tom; this takes place in Tom’s seventh year of school, so him and Reader are both of age

777 words

“Hey, did you hear about Abraxas’ dare?”

Tom looks up from his plate of food, lowering his fork. “No. What dare?”

Aurora Greengrass sits across from him, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You haven’t heard? He dared a male student to dress as a girl for a week!”

Tom blinks, vaguely surprised. “Abraxas did? Who did he dare?”

“No one knows yet. We only know because—“

“What are you two talking about?”

Abraxas sits next to Tom, dumping his school bag on the floor behind him as he sits down to eat.

Aurora’s excitement seems to dim a bit. “Ah, well… We were just discussing your dare.”

“Ah.” Abraxas smirks. “That. I’m quite excited about it, honestly. It should help some things move along quite nicely, if I do say so myself.”

He gives Tom a subtle nudge, like Tom should have any idea of what he’s talking about.

He just gives Abraxas an odd look and goes back to eating his food.

“So,” Aurora leans in. “Who did you dare?”

Abraxas’ smirk only grows. “Why don’t you ask him yourself? He’s coming this way.”

Tom turns to look, and promptly chokes on his bite of food.

It’s you, dressed in a swishy skirt, woman’s stockings, and Mary Janes. You have on red lipstick, a bold and fierce look.

“Hello, Riddle. Malfoy. Greengrass.” You sit casually, adjusting your skirt as if it’s no big deal. As if you aren’t the most gorgeous boy to walk into Tom’s life.

Tom manages to swallow his food and pick his jaw up off the floor. “You— You look—“

Where to even begin?

Tom’s had a crush on you since first year. Ever since you sat next to lonely little him in Potions class and gave him the biggest grin of your life.

He’d been absolutely sold since then. Seven years of being head over heels. Utterly and completely whipped.

Seeing you in such a cute skirt… all prettied up…

He bites his tongue to keep his thoughts—and blood—from rushing to inappropriate places.

You didn’t dress up to be objectified like this. But Merlin did his brain want to do it.

“Cute, right?” You flash your signature grin, the one that always makes Tom’s stomach flutter. Today it’s more like a tornado of butterflies.

Merlin, how is it that you look so pretty? From just a skirt and lipstick!

“Uh-huh.” He mindlessly agrees, far more focused on a tiny smudge of lipstick against your upper lip. He wants to wipe it off. Kiss it off. Make it worse.

His thoughts go downhill too quickly to catch.

That perfect mouth of yours, all red with smudged lipstick, wrapped around his—

“You’re staring, Riddle.” A small frown creases your face. “Are you alright? Do I have something on my—“

“I’m fine!” Tom forces himself into composure, folding his hands in his lap to hide the evidence of his thoughts.

Your gaze flicks down automatically, and a quizzical look crosses your face.

Tom panics a bit. You can’t find out! You’ll be disgusted with him!

“So,” he says, fumbling over his words. “What made you decide to accept the date— DARE! The dare.”

He’s practically sweating, hands clasped tight. For a moment, it seems like you’re going to question him.

Then you shrug. “I dunno. Just felt like it. Abraxas seemed pretty set on me doing it, so I guess I just accepted to humor him. I look pretty good in a skirt, though, huh?”

Tom’s mouth goes dry. Pretty good? You look fantastic. Gorgeous. Mouth-watering.

He wants to kiss along your tantalizingly bare thighs and sink his teeth into the meat of your skin. He wants to mark you up, leaving it absolutely unequivocal as to who you belong to.

More than anything, he wants to see you absolutely wrecked, begging underneath him as he fucks you in the skirt.

“Riddle… Riddle… Tom…?”

“I gotta—“ Tom stands, his breathing heavy. He can’t stand it. You look too good. Too tempting. “I gotta go.”

He can barely find it in him to care that you get an eyeful of his extremely obvious hard-on as he stands up. He needs to get out of here. Now.

He can hear Abraxas’ laughter as he flees. Cheeky shit. He probably set it all up on purpose. Made you wear the skirt, knowing he’d find you irresistible.

And for a whole week?

Tom presses his forehead to the cool wall of the corridor.

There’s no way he’s gonna make it through the week. Especially not with you looking so delectable.

He has to find some way to distract himself. To divert his focus from you.

But how?

[shutupitsnezza]

Sick days 🌡️🏨

Authors note: this is my first post!! Moots ik I’m like rly inactive but this would be a good time to come in clutch and help me out here 😔. Anyways i decided to write this bc their is barely any agent fics like NONE ands all of them that exist are like REALLY smutty and nothing against smut or anything it’s js ya girl needs some cute stuff every once and a while 😭. Lmk if y’all want me to make a follow up on this where agents the sick one. (Also for anyone that writes on here a lot if u got any tips of me PLEASE help a girl out 😭😭.

Summary: agent finds you sick and takes care of you.

Warning: fluff??

Their you where laying in your bed burning up sick with a nasty cold. Fall had just started and the cold weather hit you hard getting you sick basically the week temperatures dropped. Your head was pounding your nose was stuffy and your whole body ached. Your a streamer as well and you were supposed to stream today but as of right now it seemed impossible. You layed in bed restless not wanting to do anything. You had barely eaten anything for breakfast and had only gotten up from bed to eat. You knew you had to get up but you just really couldn’t bring yourself self to. All of the sudden you get a FaceTime from your amazing boyfriend. He call you everyday to check up on you and today you were dreading answering. It’s not that you didn’t want to talk to him it’s that you knew what he would do once he figured out you were sick. He’d drop everything and come take care of you treat you like a princess (as if you already don’t get princess treatment enough) and not let you get up from bed to do anything and cuddle you even though you refuse and get sick himself. And as much as you secretly loved that, you hated him having to waste his time and take the time out of his already busy life JUST to take care of you as if you can’t do it yourself. It made you feel really bad on top of the fact that he would usually get sick in the process. Which you make you feel 10 times worse. But of course you couldn’t stop yourself from answering as you knew he would get worried if you didn’t answer him at all. And let’s be honest, you couldn’t not want to see your boyfriend handsome face. You turned off your camera so he couldn’t see you snotty face and answered. “Hey ma. How you been?” He said to you. Somthing about the way he always called you “ma” made you melt. “I’m good baby just at home”. You said in a nasal voice that you tried to make sound like you weren’t sick but it didn’t really work. He quickly picked up on your voice “ma you alright?” He said a bit concerned. “Y-yeah baby I’m fine how’s your day been?” You said trying to desperately change the topic. Then it hit him what was up. He sighed a bit at the camera “ma can you turn on your camera for me?”. “Oh uhh I’m like in the middle of something-“ “y/n turn on your camera please”. Reluctantly you gave in and turned on your camera. You where laying on your bed a tissue in hand and your eyes about to close on you. You were holding your phone on the bed sideways as you softly smiled at the camera. “Ma you should’ve just told you were sick. I’m on the way be their in 5.” “Babe what no stop don’t-“ and before you knew it he hung up on you and was coming. You could already feel your heart hurting for making him come all the way to you and take care of you. As much as you hated it you could only let him at the end of the day because you knew you needed it. You sighed and decided to close your eyes and rest a bit before he got there. You were resting when all of the sudden you heard movement and felt eyes on you. You slowly opened you eyes to see agent smiling at you as he sat on the edge of your bed. “Morning” he chuckled. You softly smiled at him looking over trying to see what was in his hands preying he didn’t go out of his way to get you somthing. He got you somthing. “I got you your favorite”, he said smiling at you. He got you [insert whatever your favorite restaurant/ food place is] you sat up and took the food from him reluctantly. “Baby i told you you don’t have to go out and buy me stuff cmon i mean i really appreciate it but-“ he cut you off mid sentence. “Shhh don’t worry about ittttt. It don’t concern you right now what i do with my money. Now move over lemme get next to you” “baby i wish you could but i really don’t wanna get you sick. And you being here is just enough.” You said smiling at him. He then gently moved you over by lifting you up just a bit as he quickly got behind you wrapping his arms around you lightly kissing your forehead. “Babyyyyyy” you whined in protest. “Your my girl ma let me hold you” you sighed knowing you had no choice but to give in.

And so you spent the rest of the day watching yours guy’s favorite show, cuddling, you being forced to take your medicine and having a sick day. You recovered after a few days for just as you expected, your boyfriend to get sick. But right then in that moment with your boyfriend it didn’t matter. Cause whille you were sick on the outside, in the inside you felt amazing being coddled by your boyfriend.

[endopropaganda]

hi i just noticed ur dni said lesboys? im pretty sure lesboys are just lesbians who act sorta masculine (like... tomboys ig? but lesbian) is there like a problem with that?

or at least thats what i was told but don't quote me on that im js. Confused

I'm going to just straight up come out and say this.

We have explained it twice here

This post and this post

But on our main? I went into depth on the actual reason why. So I might as well say it here. As well as say some things I've wanted to say for a good long while while I'm still in my identity delusions

I was assaulted by actual men who identified as lesboys. More than once. So no, its not lesbians who act masculine. Its men claiming to have the same "gay attraction" to non men that actual lesbians have. I came out about it previously on our main but not here. Because I didn't want my trauma to get in the way of our job on this profile. But considering that this account is currently being abandoned for our mental health (which apparently people can't read or something idk)

I dont like men. I likely will never be fully comfortable around men the way I used to be ever again. I am a lesbian largely from trauma and I'm ok with that. What I'm not ok with is my own sexuality being used by the very men its meant to keep me away from. My identity as a lesbian is as much my identity as it is a safety net. And because of the absolute bullshit that the "lesboy" label has thrown me into for ever daring to trust it. Well, I'm not letting it within my net anymore. If you dont like it just leave us the fuck alone because I'd rather not have my hand forced into talking about my trauma for the 100th time.

And for any lesboys who want to comment on this, invalidating my trauma for the 20th time. I dont care anymore. I can't care anymore. With every comment you send I just feel worse and fucking worse about the fact that I have painful ass memories your community caused. You act like your label couldn't POSSIBLY harm anyone yet here the fuck I am. Someone who has been irreversibly damaged by your label. Dont tell me to "deal with it", don't tell me "not all of us are like that", it's not going to reach me. I gave it so many chances. I give lots of things chances. I can't do that anymore. I cant do THIS anymore. Hell I hardly want to interact with new people anymore.

"Why should we care what someone identifies as? As long as they are happy and think the label fits" yeah have fun with that flawed argument when it gets used by Radqueers and Pedophiles who want to join the lgbt, you know it can, right? Or have you not seen the horrors of that community firsthand? If you don't see how it can be used, here's a lovely example; "why should we care if someone identifies as a MAP, as long as they are happy and the label fits them, it's fine, right?". And it's not like nobody's used that argument. I've seen it everywhere. I shouldn't have to worry about anyone's opinions on my dni. I shouldn't need to explain my trauma for every person questioning why my dni is there. I'm the one that put it there. I'm the one your community hurt so bad I needed a dni to keep myself safe. Have fun with that knowledge. I'm done here.

-Magenta (Victim)

[cve-th3mvsic]

to anybody and everybody who has a uterus, still gets their period, and uses pads when they’re on their period:

do you ever think you’re like, at the end of your cycle or that your period is done, and you should be done bleeding, (and you’re also js secretly desperately hoping in your mind that you’re done bleeding right now because you’re just so done with it and don’t wanna wear the damn pad anymore), so you decide to not wear a pad/not put on a new one because there wasn’t anything on it before and you’re like almost sure that you should be done, but then later, the next time you use the bathroom, you realize, whoops!! you’re wrong. you are still bleeding, and, just to your luck, you bled through your underwear. and now you’re extra upset because you really hoped that you were done and you really didn’t wanna have to put a pad on, but it bled through and now you have to put a pad on again. and what’s even worse, it didn’t just get on your underwear. it might’ve even gotten on your pants/shorts, or your inner thighs. so now you probably feel gross, and you feel like you have to shower asap.. because who would want to keep the blood on their inner thighs? 

it’s such a disappointment. especially when it’s a lot of blood.

(i don’t mean this in a pissed tf off kind of tone, i’m just bummed out about it. this happened to me today, which is why i’m posting this. i wanna know if anybody else relates)

___

also, i’ve seen lots of people say that apparently, to some people in society, talking about periods/menstruation is considered a weird thing to do. the people that i’ve seen say that have also said that we should normalize talking about periods.

we should 100% normalize talking about it.

we’re fucking humans and it happens to us. we bleed down there. it’s a normal thing for us people with a uterus. hate to break it to ya, but we can’t change that. and ya know, if i could i would. if i could choose to not have a period anymore, i wouldn’t have it. — it should not be weird to talk about periods, or what it’s like having a period. that shouldn’t be considered weird.

like be for real.

the human body is a strange thing (in my opinion), but definitely not strange enough to be something i wouldn’t talk about.

i think that this kind of thing/topic may be something that not many people would have the confidence or guts(?) to talk about .

to the people who may be too scared to talk about the struggles of having a period and what it’s like: i’ll say it for us. i’ll talk about it.

we bleed down there. it’s not very fun. when it starts, it’ll probably get on our underwear if we don’t put a pad on or use some other kind of feminine product to stop it from doing so. (i only use pads, so i dunno what it’s like using a tampon or whatever the other options there are). sometimes, it bleeds through our clothes. like our underwear or shorts/pants. it might be embarrassing if someone sees it, but hey, shit happens. if it does, we shouldn’t be judged for it. it happens, it’s not fun. but it’s not weird.

i mean, honestly, (in a similar scenario), if i peed my pants, hell yah i’d be embarrassed. but dude, i couldn’t get to the bathroom soon enough to go pee and prevent that. yah that sucks, but don’t judge me for it. and don’t compare me to a kid or call me a kid if i pee my pants either. i couldn’t get to the bathroom soon enough to pee, that doesn’t make me a child. i just couldn’t hold it in. big deal. it’s not funny, and it shouldn’t be.

and if you don’t wanna hear about this, cool. you don’t have to.

and ya know, there’s an option of simply scrolling past the post. of simply not reading it. you can ignore this. scroll away. it’s fine. i mean, if you’ve read to here at this point, you did choose to do so.

so if you read this and got uncomfortable, maybe don’t read it. if you’ve become uncomfortable by reading this, maybe you could have not clicked the “Keep reading” button to prevent that.

(i mean, sometimes curiosity kills the cat, but still)

if you did get uncomfortable by reading this, don’t mention it here please. please don’t reply to this post about it. it’d be nice. go talk to someone else about it. i cannot force you to not reply, but i can ask you.

you have your opinions too, and that is 100% okay. we all have opinions. we should be able to share them.

but if they include that you think that the stuff mentioned in this post is weird or gross, please do not reply to this post. i ask you very kindly.

i mean this respectfully, i don’t wanna hear about it. if you disagree with me and what i posted, please go somewhere else to talk about it. i’d rather you not tell me. i cannot stop you, but i’d like you to know that i do not want to hear about your opinion if it is negative. again, respectfully, please go somewhere else to discuss your opinion if you disagree or have a very strong and negative opinion on this.

i do not tolerate any kind of hate. i will not tolerate if you decide to reply to this post, (in any way, whether it’s a reply in the messages thingy or a reblog), with hate or discrimination. if you reply with hateful words or discrimination, you will be blocked. i don’t know if you care about that, but please, take your negative opinion(s) elsewhere. it is not okay to discriminate.

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[nellie7sstuff]

Is it alright that you could do like being tony stark twin brother and bruce banner liking tony's brother. And clint and natasha found out and stared teasing bruce, they also push bruce to ask out male reader which work out well (bruce and reader kept a secret from tony). But bird brain dude accidentally reveal bit of the secret which nat smack clint's head from behind and tony asking from more information. Tony's is not mad but mad about them for keeping it a secret.

Also your free to use these line when your writing it:

Tony💲: Has anyone seen my brother?

Clint🎯: *Busy cleaning his arrows* Yea I did, there having a dinner date.

Tony💲: Oh ok cool....wAiT wHaT!?

Natasha: *Who hears the conversaytion* * whispers* clint you idiot. *smacks clints head from the back*

Tony💲: Clint Barton tell me everything you know including you Natasha Romanoff.

---Later---

Bruce and reader comes home at 9:00

Tony💲: *swich on the lights* Sooo how was your very late date?

Fluff cute and funny please

Thank you very much

-anon🦊

bruce banner x male reader

hii thx for the request!!

[an: js cute happy fluff and maybe a smidge of angst??]

"Hey Bruce, how's it going?" you asked as you walked into the lab. Bruce looked up from his project, eyes darting up to meet your own.

"Hi, uh, Tony's out with Pepper right now so.."

"Oh that's fine, I actually just came to see you," you replied with a smile. Bruce adored your smile. He adored everything about you, actually. But especially your smile. He loved the way it was always genuine. He wasn't very good with people and didn't usually like being around them for very long, but you somehow always made his day better whenever you came around, as aposed to more overwhelming. What was overwhelming however was the fact that he had romantic feelings for you. And what made that even worse was the fact that you were his best friends twin brother. He could tell you two apart, you weren't exactly identical. You also behaved quite differently. You were more open and gentle with people whereas Tony was cocky and egotistical. You were very smart though, much like your twin. You often helped Bruce and Tony with their projects and they greatly appreciated it each time.

"I was just wondering if you are going to be at the party later?" you asked. "Party?" he questioned. "What party?"

"The one my brother's hosting tonight, here," you explained to him. "Oh, I mean I have a lot to get done so-"

"Aw man," you said, accidentally cutting him off. "I was hoping you'd come so I'd have someone to talk to." you said with a disappointed tone. "I mean, I could always finish this another time," Bruce expressed. "Oh, okay so I'll see you there then?" you asked hopefully. "Yeah, I'll be there, (y/n)," Bruce responded.

While at a party later that day, Tony was busy entertaining his guests which left you and Bruce to yourselves. "So," you started. "How's your project going?"

"It's good, you know..its- yeah," Bruce replied awkwardly.

"Good. What are you making?"

"It's a part of Tony's suit actually, yeah it's manly just going to help with versatility and all that stuff.." he began to trail off.

"Cool, let me know if you need any help!" You exclaimed. "Yeah, will-do," he said. You inhaled before saying, "Well, I'm gonna go grab a drink, you want anything?"

"No, thanks (y/n)," Bruce replied.

"Alright then, see you later," you said before walking over to the bar and grabbing a drink.

"Wow, it actually makes me sad to see you like this," a voice appeared behind Bruce which caused him to jump a little. He turned to see Natasha looking at him smugly with her arms folded. Clint stood beside her, looking like he was holding in a laugh. "What?" Bruce asked, confused as to why she would say that. "I mean, it's so obvious that you like him, you look like a lost puppy right now," she explained. "You should ask him out, you guys would look really cute together," she said. Natasha left Bruce to think about her idea to go join you at the bar, making small talk as the bartender made your drinks. "You really should, dude," Clint said. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, he's always seemed pretty into you too, maybe you're the only one who just can't see it."

The next day, Bruce had made a decision. After training that morning he walked up to you. "Hey, (y/n)? I- you know, I was wondering if you would wanna grab dinner tonight, or at some point in the near future, or just not at all if you don't want to or-"

"Bruce, I would love to grab dinner, tonight," you replied, smiling.

"Hey, where's (y/n)? And Bruce, for that matter?" Tony asked as he walked into the weaponry room where he was told he could find Natasha and Clint. Everyone else had there own thing going on, so JARVIS directed him to their location in the building. "Oh they're.." Natasha started, not really sure how to answer. "Out on a dinner date," Clint said, taking the liberty of finishing her sentence for her. He wasnt reslly paying much attention to who asked the question since he was busy cleaning his arrows. Natasha smacked him on the back of his head. "Why would you tell him that?" she asked, clearly annoyed. "Why wasn't I informed of this, what do you two know about this?" Tony pressed. "I don't want to be a part of this anymore," Natasha said while leaving the room.

The dinner went very well, they went to a quiet restaurant as to not attract too much attention. They decided to just keep thinks low-key(haha) for now since they weren't sure how Tony would react, but the had fun nonetheless. Later, they arrived back at the compound, only to find it completely dark. You reached for the switch to turn the lights back on, and once they were back on you saw your brother sitting sassily in the living room chair. You were too tired to deal with him right now, so you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Did you kids have fun?" He joked.

"Tony, I'm so sorry I-" Bruce started.

"For what? I've never seen (y/n) this happy." He looked passed Bruce to see you grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, smiling and dancing slightly. He's happy, I'm happy, Bruce."

"Thanks Tony," Bruce said, looking back and smiling at you.

[lincolnmkicks]

more hero is larks daughter ramblings and predictions under the cut spoilers for s2 of dndads!!!! also this was like. at 1am. so any typos or anything are just bc i was soup brained sorry ;;

people forgetting hero exists drive me crazy. i cannot see a way that norm is actually larks son unless hero was born out of wedlock (bc i think they mention explicitly lark slept with rebecca the night before sparrow married her???? or smth??? let me go back. OKAY WENT BACK AND HOLY SHIT apparently lark just only now told sparrow abt fucking rebecca and larks like “oh i knew but it was too awkward to talk about so i let it slide :)” and lark explicitly states he fucked rebecca while shr was engaged to sparrow) which. idk i feel like. sparrow is so desperate for normality would he really not jsut. marry rebecca the second he realizes shes pregnant with hero?

so to me. i think narratively my prediction. if we go with the hero is larks kid theory. and not scary is larks kid. is that. so hero was an unexpected baby. hero wasnt intentional. maybe she was born on a day that made it plausible she was either of their kid. sparrow, never quite sure and never able to BE sure bc he and lark r twins obv. named hero. well hero incthe most petty move EVER. a constant reminder of what lark Did. not just sleeping with his wife but a reminder of the unsung hero needed to release the doodler. hero is not just a reminder of larks guilt snd mistakes. shes a reminder of *henry*. and maybe that inadvertently makes sparrow distant from her as well. i dont know which way sparrows relationship with henry went. part of me wonders if maybe lark was closer wjth mercedes and sparrow was closer with henry. who knows. im ramblings and off topic but anyway.

maybe sparrows distant with hero bdcause shes not his daughter. becaude he *knows*, potentially, she might Not be his. and sparrow doesn’t want that because thats not *normal* its not *conventional*. this also explains him marrying centrist rebecca (does not explain what wa sin her pussy to make lark wanna hit it too if im correct abt him being closer to mercedes. maybe im off and he was closer to autumn. idk). maybe hero already felt eldest daughter syndrome, compounded by the fact that her birth dad feels shame and guilt not just bc of her name and the circumstances of her brith but also bc he just doesnt feel worthy of bejng a father. arms length and all that.

and so. NORMAL. normal is guaranteed sparrows son now. in this version of events. and its perfect now its fine because normal is his normal is his son and not larks. sparrow is happy. forget about hero she doesnt count because shes mayeb not his. forget her. and then normal isnt. normal. hes weird. he wears a mascot suit all tbe time. he doesnt realize people laugh at him not with him. and thats not okay. thats wrong. thats Out of the Ordinary that interrupts the daily flow and its JJST BARRY AGAIN. its JUST barry but maybe even WORSE. because barry believed his son superior. sparrow thinks his son is lesser.

sparrow likes his son fine but hes not proud of him. he doesnt wanna show him off. LARK. though. uncle lark is Everytbing. theres no shame attached to normal liek there js to hero. hero’s his brith child and hed mess it up but hey. he cant do worse to normal than sparrow has. and maybe lark sees a bit of himself in norm. sees a kid who wasnt accepted by his father. who wasnt as Respected because sparrow was a love wolf and lark wasnt. lark looks at normal and can see him get crushed under a giant pyramid. lark looks at normal and worries hed be the next lord of chaos.

so lark. co parents. he cares for norm. he pretends fo be his brother to apologize for the bullshit he said. he does—in his fucked up, traumatized way—his best to prepare norm for things he might experience. theres no shame attached to norm like there is hero because hero’s birth almost ruined sparrow. ruined his perfect life with hsi perfect wife. so lark can step up when sparrow. cant. or doesnt. lark supports norm. maybe to make up for whst he cant do for hid actual daughter.

also im biased but i like lark having a daughter a lot. in a show where everyone has sons ofc the one who has a daughter (a BIRTH daughter, too, so still a first even if i love terry and scary) is LARK. fhats prob why i prefer lark ebing hero or scarys dad to norms. anyways.

where does that leave hero? who doesnt have sparrows adoration and attention because she might not be his. who doesnt have larks because she MIGHT be.

well…………………. maybe scary breaks free from willy’s manipulation. maybe willy needs somebody to help him pull the strings from his side. maybe willy can step up not for taylor, but for somebody else. somebody who has TWO male adults in her life who push her aside for her baby brother. and willy really needs daddy magic. so maybe. maybe just maybe.

willy finds an unsung hero in a different way.

[c4ndytr4p]

NOT THE BEST ROOMIE! 🥀 BLADE

synopsis: sharing an apartment with blade isn’t the best option. there’s many reasons why but your number one reason is that he’s secretly crazy. he might be. well, he is crazy. and he’s also the killer going around xianzhou. double whammy.

cw’s: cursing, mentions of murder, violence, reader stays strapped

notes: another idea i had in mind. but he’s js so…. fine. written with a modern au in mind, mild hsr spoilers???? (i can’t play anymore so….. idek if it would count as spoilers. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

genre: action

songs recommended: frankenstein by rina sawayama, drama and trick or trick by aespa, crazy girls by toopoor, proud mary by tina turner, outside by big boss vette, mascara by deftones

having a roommate isn’t bad, but if it’s with a guy who’s cold, somewhat unapproachable, and his room’s decorated all black with led’s as the only light source? in your eyes, that’s a red flag. unlike your room, covered in cute band posters, sanrio figurines, a makeup cart in the corner, natural light filtering in from the pastel yellow curtains, and a speaker blasting twice and other artists that you like, as well as fashion magazines being plastered on your desk and your computer.

but how did you become roommates with blade? well, that’s what he likes to call himself. in his words: it disgusts him when someone uses his real name. which is understandable. the day he moved in with you, your life changed for the worse. well, he was kicked out of his last apartment due to some discourse and he couldn’t find a place to stay. well, he did stay with silver wolf and kafka but decided to move out after ‘the incident’.

“so, you’re the quiet guy everyone on the block is talking about! i’m your roommate felicity, it’s soooo good to meet you-!”

you’re ignored by him because he’s carrying his stuff in. all he says is: “i have no time for introductions. thank you for letting me stay.” it hurts your feelings a little bit because of how dismissive he is. but you don’t mind it, he’s still warming up to you.

after a few minutes, you knock on the door to his room. no answer so you just *creeeeaaaak* open it a small bit. “i was wondering if you needed any help- AEONS!” what awaits you is a sight. he’s the complete opposite of you! everything’s all black, including his curtains. “ummm…. wow. that’s something..” you mumble. he seems to have a lot of stuff from different countries. keeping note of that.

“do you need help? those are a lot of boxes.” you ask him politely. he just seems to ignore you, why? but a few seconds later he responds with just a flat “no thank you. i do not prefer help.”

the night came to xianzhou faster than lightning, and you ordered and got something delivered for dinner, you were eating and binge watching the newest drama that came out on netflix recently; when you realized that the other container in the bag was untouched.

blade said he would be ‘headed out for an evening walk’ which was quite odd because there was a serial killer going around xianzhou, the media said that whenever he finished his “job” he would leave a red spider lily. which symbolizes death in a sense. the focus around you shifting to the paper bag on the counter and the ambience of the tv became muffled. you have a very bad feeling in your gut, you feel as if you might regurgitate everything you’ve eaten these past ten minutes, your head spins, you feel weak. but after that sensation goes away, a news report flashes on your tv screen. it was of a new killing. just in the newsroom.

you recognize the person who was killed… it was your colleague tingyun, who was very much possessed but didn’t realize it until jing yuan did an exorcism in front of everyone that same day the realization hit him. “…nah. that’s fucked up. all the way fucked up.” you mumble. you hurriedly get up from the couch and throw your trash away. before unplugging your phone and smart watch. you fiddle your thumbs and put in the passcode, unlocking it. you text your other colleagues and family. to make sure they’re safe. they all said yes, except for a band of people you were close friends with. march 7th, caelus, stelle, welt, dan heng, and himeko. a few minutes later, yukong reaches out and asks if you’re safe. same with jing yuan.

you reply with a no due to the fact your now not-so-roommate was the serial killer going around xianzhou. you had to deal with him before his next victim.

“that’s it. that draws the goddamn line.”

you say with a straight face; at this point it’s on sight. you bust the door down to your room and go into your closet and rummage through your closet to find a lockbox. a lockbox containing one thing you use in emergency situations. a gun. you place it on your desk as carefully as possible. from your dresser drawer you grab a fresh change of clothes in order to be comfortable for the night ahead. you’re hunting him down. you grab a small black purse that’s also mildly spacious. you place your gun, your phone, pepper spray and a few other things in there. including your keys to get back inside.

you then change from your usual clothes into a black crop top, a black and hot pink jacket and wide-leg pants that are also black. you were really ready to hunt down and beat blade’s ass. you swiftly run to the door of apartment to unlock it. after doing so you fiddle with your bag and finally get ahold of your keys in order to lock back the door.

after exiting the apartment building your anger is through the roof, tears of rage pricking the insides of your eyes, every sense of calm and peace is out the window. what’s on your mind is vengeance, answers and his motive. well you bet that jing yuan and them are hot on his trail. they may be. but they can’t really catch him. after a few hours, maybe six-seven hours later you catch him in the rain. soaked in blood, sweat and rain water.

“BLADE, YOU’RE FUCKING SICK!” you scream at the top of your lungs over the rain battering down, pouring down buckets. as if the souls in heaven above were sobbing about this encounter they were witnessing. “I WOULDN’T HEAR THE GODDAMN END OF IT! MY ROOMMATE BEING A SICK ASS KILLER?! YOU’VE LOST ALL MY RESPECT!”

“i am sick? me?! hahaha! you must have the wrong impression.” he charges at you with a knife his eyes wild and his hands and clothes are covered with blood. but he runs to gracefully. but with full force he charges at you until… you pulled it out. your gun. that stopped him in his tracks.

“you ain’t realized i stay strapped did you? you really thought i was defenseless?! surprise surprise… YOU MANIAC!” you spin kick him in the face, the whiplash of the kick mixed with your power and strength had him seeing stars for a few moments. after a few minutes of hand to hand combat, a handsome figure with long black and turquoise hair, his aura being serene and calm. it was dan heng. your best friend. “felicity, enough.” is all he says. his deep turquoise eyes staring down the killer known as blade.

you still breathe heavily all while you’re upset, angry, confused, and genuinely filled with such rage. “dan heng i really recommend that you let me go so i can beat his ass to a pulp-“ he shushes you with just a glare. “enough, my dear.” is all he says in order to have you centered and refocused. but blade on the other hand still has that crazed look in his eyes. “dan heng… old friend, i should have killed you when you betrayed them.” he smiles with a mad look in his eyes. but you were waiting… for a signal. and it happened.

in the nick of time… authorities came and took matters into their hands. taking blade back to the shackling prison where he belonged for him to rot for months to come. after that whole incident your friends decided to help you pack up his stuff. over the next few weeks, you yourself were recovering from such an awful situation. with a smile on your face just like the old times.

…or would he come back? like he allegedly promised when you visited him. you don’t know, you just had to be careful. even in such good times such as this.

[laf-outloud]

https://www.tumblr.com/laf-outloud/711921005033127936

I'm not sure you’ll be interested in my reply to this, but I can’t send an ask to the original blog, so I hope you don’t mind if I write this to you. You were interested enough to reblogging the OG post, so I hope I’m not out of line here, or boring.

I had both similarities and differences from @prettydeaneyes when meeting the guys.

I like J2, but I am definitely Jared-leaning, especially after the prequel business. I was incredibly excited to meet Jared, while still also interested in meeting Jensen, just not as much.

In terms of M&Gs, I found Jared more tuned in and engaged. He is almost intense with how much he focuses on you. Jensen's had a different vibe, not as deep but still attentive, I guess. Jensen answered questions fairly thoughtfully, though I only really heard one tidbit of info that I found really interesting from him. There was a heller in the room enbarsssing herself, so she ate up valuable time in the meet with her BS, though. He was pretty engaging though and seemed okay with me giving him some cheek. But, for me, Jared’s M&G felt more intimate abd lighthearted with all of us joking about his 6 wounded warrior shirts that he’s worn everywhere, but also a little intimidating since it was my first.

For photo ops, I honestly felt like Jared was distracted when it was my turn. He started with his back to me and he was dancing, which was cute but made me feel off-balance and a bit awkward when he turned to face me, though he was my first J photo op. He gave me a very tight hug, which was great, but no little engagements like I’ve heard he’s done with others, so I felt a bit let down after accounts of others' experiences with him. In my Jensen solo, he was super engaging the first time. He had his charm dialed up to 11. So, I was surprised by enjoying his op more. In my J2 duo Ops, they were both fine with my requests and moved into position without question. I felt like both were pretty businesslike, though Jared cuddled into me more in the squish hug. They did hug tight.

I had two more days of photo ops with Jensen in one of the cons that Jared couldn’t attend, and the first day I found Jensen almost cold and walked away feeling like: F-it, I’m not going to be intimidated by this guy who can’t be pleasant when we are already disappointed by Jared’s absence. Honesty, it made me much more casual in my interactions with him after that. Still , the next day I had another op with him and he was friendly and we had to chat a minute to clarify my pose and he was great. So, I’ve had both better and worse solo op experiences with Jensen than Jared. Sadly, only one with Jared though, so it’s not a good sample size. I think I just had bad luck with Jared and he was distracted, while I think Jense is a bit more temperamental.

In autographs, in Toronto I found both Js to be a little disengaged though polite, though Jared seemed more distant (though this was the con where he teared up on stage and my autograph was after that on the Sunday , so he might have just been spent. We were soecicalky asked not to share overly emotional stories with either J as they were tired.). Jensen warmed a little by the end of our brief interaction. The second auto I had with Jensen he was friendly and I just kept it short, but it was one of my favorite auto interactions because it was just cute and I was not full of nerves.

To conclude, based on my exoerience and what I’ve read on,one, our own feelings and expectations have a decent role in how we end up percoevung the guys. However, I think Jensen can be very charming when he wants to, but he doesn’t always want to. Whereas Jared felt more real, but that also means he can’t hide it if he’s just spent. Ultimately bath guys are just human, but I truly think, in most cases, Jared engages more, just not "always" with me. I really hope he’s at the next aJIB because I wanted two con experiences to help me get a fuller impression of both guys.

No worries, anon! You're not out of line, or boring. It's always interesting to hear people's personal convention experiences (in the likely event that I'll never attend one.)

It's interesting the way you describe them because that's exactly how I imagine they are in person from everything else I've heard. When Jensen wants to be charming, it's a force of nature, and Jared wears his heart on his sleeve (no 'performance' so-to-say) so what you see is exactly what you get.

Thank you for sharing, and I really hope you get to increase your 'sample study' at the next JIB!

[ameri-blog]

Mi secreto (Scientist AU!)

Quick note: i js wanted to thank you guys for 50 likes on my first post about him but yeah thats all. And also this was like before he became spider man so no fangs or talons, sorry.😞

Warnings; I don’t think theres anything that might need warnings but slight smut?

“Aye mi amorrr! Cómo te extrañé.” The lady basically throwing herself over Miguel said loudly. You flinch on your chair that was infront of your computer and turn around to stare at her with an annoyed look on your face which Miguel seemed to notice.

“Don’t be so rude Dana, I share this lab with other people, remember?” He teased, he held onto the lady’s hips, knowing that you were watching.

“Okay i get it, you guys are totallyyy happily married. Now will you please go, Mrs. O’Hara” you scoffed, you were staring at her with your eyes narrowed and a finger pointed to the exit door.

“Ugh fine y/n, just cause you can’t have something, doesn’t mean you have to bring down others” Dana, Miguel’s wife angrily says as she heads towards the door. “Oh and Miguel, don’t forget, I wont be able to come home at all today since i have to go visit a long time friend. Bye honey!”

“Bye honey” You mocked once she left the door. You were jealous even though you knew that Miguel didn’t actually love her anymore.

“Jealous, y/n?” Miguel spoke, his face tilted a bit as he leaned against a table that had test tubes and computers on it. He knew you were jealous, he only acted that way with his unfaithful wife because he loved pissing you off.

“You wish, O’Hara. Even if I was, I can’t show it in our workplace. You made that very clear this morning.”

“and yet, you still can’t seem to follow simple instructions. I know I fucked you like the dumb slut you are but, I didnt know I made you even dumber by doing that” He grumbled under his breathe as he slowly walked towards you.

Your gaze follow every movement his body made as he walked towards you. The way his hair slightly moved, the way his smirk became bigger and the way he was just existing. To you, he was just so annoyingly perfect.

“Oh shut up, you said to act like we were friends when we were but even that is odd. We were always arguing so if one day we act like friends then it would be weird.” You sighed loudly. You turned back around to hide the fact that you were absolutely admiring him the whole time. You began to work on your computer again.

You were annoyed and jealous but you couldnt help but remember what happened last night…

~flashback to last night~

Your head was fuzzy, sweat drops going down your face, cheeks flushed, legs and knees against your chest, skin slapping and moans were the only noises that were in that room. He was causing all of that to happen.

“I hate you so much for this, O’Hara” You mumbled between loud moans escaping from your dry mouth. You were struggling to breathe already so talking made it worse. Before you could moan again, the big hand that was wrapped around your neck had tightened.

Miguel purred, “your body is saying something else”. He was bullying his girthy penis into your cunt, pulling it out almost all the way by just leaving his tip inside then harshly slamming his hips onto your ass. He let go of your neck and held onto the back of your knees. Even if he let go of your neck, you were still lightheaded from being cut off from some air for a while.

You knew deep down that it was wrong to be doing this on the same bed he shared with his own wife. You both knew that she tried to cheat on him before but it didn’t work. However, you still felt guilty doing this because you always acted like you hated him when you were paired up to work together in the lab but now all of a sudden, you were getting fucked by him on his bed that he shared with his wife.

You would have to worry about that later because right now, Miguel is using you like his own personal fuck-toy that he could fuck however, whenever and wherever he wants.

He kept thrusting his girthy cock into your cunt, pressing your legs close to your chest, looking down as he watches his cock leave and enter your dripping, wet, swollen pussy. He watched in admiration as your thighs twitched, your back arched and whiny loud moans escaped from your mouth.

“Last round..i promise” Miguel whispered into your ear before softly nibbling on the tip of it.

He pulled his face away from your ears and caged your whole body in-between his arms and onto the bed. He pressed his body onto the back of your thighs to push your legs onto your chest, While the rest of your legs were over his shoulders.

His thrusts got sloppier and sudden with no rhythm, his breathe getting heavier yet quicker at the same time.

“Im close” you breathed out as you tried to use your legs over his shoulders to pull him in closer to kiss him but you couldn’t. You whined softly, you desperately needed to kiss him.

Miguel noticed you desperate attempt to kiss him and quickly changed the position of your legs and wrapped them around his hips as he continued to sloppily thrust into you.

He kissed you roughly. He kissed you like you were just there to fuck and not because he loved you but, it still felt like he was hungry for your lips. You were both so into the kiss that you both failed to notice that you already reached your climaxes at the same time.

Eventually you both had to break apart from the kiss to catch your breathes. You both were breathing unevenly and quickly. You and him looked down at the same time to find eachothers’ bodily fluids dripping down eachother. Your pussy clenched around nothing as Miguel pulled his cum covered cock out, cum was dripping out of your pussy slowly.

You slowly sit up on the edge of his bed and looked up at him. He still looked so attractive even while he was sweating and his hair was all messy. His body was glazed with sweat and marks that you had left him from the previous rounds.

“Don’t just stare, hermosa” he cooed as he took small step forward and lifted your chin up.

“I would let you go home but your whole body is weak and sticky” He whispered in your ear before he picked you up softly and walked away from his bed and into his bathroom.

~present~

You felt someone blowing cold air onto the back of your neck which made you slightly jump before you mutter some curses under your breathe. You still hadn’t turned around since you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your angry face.

“Mi vida, no seas tan celosa”

“Eres como un niño inmaduro. Siempre tratas de encontrar maneras de hacerme enojar.” You bickered

You were so tired of him already teasing you the whole day and when his wife came, it just made your whole mood worse. He had told you first thing in the morning when he saw you already at the shared lab that both of you worked in, ‘we’re going to act like how we did before that whole mess yesterday. Maybe we can even be friends? After all, we only did that cause i was mad and needed to release stress’ you were sad to hear that you were only there for him to use but its not like you ever had a chance to date him.

“Pobre bebé, tan celosa y enojada”. Miguel knew just how to get under your skin. He’s done it before multiple times and he’ll continue to do it. However, he only did it before because he was trying to hide how badly he wanted to fuck you but now he did it so you could get riled all and then he can fuck you until you forget all about how mad you were. You had only fucked once but he wanted more now.

“Maldito idiota” you gritted through your teeth. You loved arguing with him before but now, after last night, it was different, it just felt like he was messing with you.

“Don’t be so mad at me y/n, I really do love you. I just have to pretend like I still love her you know? I can’t just divorce her immediately after finding out she tries cheating on me. I have to keep acting like this.” His voice softens when he tells you that.

You decided to pretend to ignore him, even if his words meant something to you and made your heart, stomach and mind flutter.

Miguel doesn’t like being ignore so he spins you around on your chair and makes you look at him.

“Y/n, please, perdóname, Mi vida.” He mumbled before immediately kissing your neck softly. Whispering sweet nothings in between kisses. You hated him for knowing how to get under your kiss and also how to make you feel better.

“Just cause we argued all the time before and I acted like I hated you, I never once actually thought that. I’ve always loved you, It sounds wrong because im married but atleast I never made a move on you until I figured out my wife tried to cheat on me” He groaned while still kissing your neck softly and picking you up from your check and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“I-I believe you, O’Hara. I’ve always liked you too but you can’t just say that you love me and fondle another woman like that in front of me. Even if shes your wife” You whine while he placed you on your desk softly, you kept your legs wrapped around his waist but also your arms around his neck. You pulled his face closer and kissed him, the kiss was filled with passion and love.

After a bit of kissing, you both ran out of breathe and pulled away to catch your breathes.

“¿quieres ser mi secreto?” He questioned as he looked into your needy eyes full with love. He wanted nothing more than to just have you be his and let him be yours, even if it was a secret for now.

“Obvio” you cooed before giving a small peck on his cheek and giggling while your arms and legs were still wrapped around him.

“Perfect, then how about we continue where we left off of last night?”

I hate this so much!!! I can’t write even if my life depended on it. But y’all should totally give me requests!!!

[quinnlyyy]

love of my life [ineffable husbands]

⚠️GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILERS⚠️

crowley x aziraphale

summary: crowley decides to go on a drive to take his mind off things when his day goes way off plan

category: angst. just pure angst.

warnings: mentions of s2e6, slight mentions of alcoholism if you squint, irresponsible driving, lmk if there's anything i missed !!

word count: 2k

a/n: i wasn't planning this fic at all i js started writing this purely to make my friend cry and they ended up liking it so why not post it here. im not rlly the best writer but i wish i was. this is also inspired by "love of my life" by queen so i'd recommend listening to it while reading! open to constructive criticism !!

It's been three years since the angel left the poor old demon here on Earth. Crowley has since gotten back up on his feet and continued existence as it was. Just him continuing and pretending to be a normal human. It was boring without Aziraphale, he must admit, but it was better than if he went with him to Heaven and lived out a lie he never truly believed in.

'Ah it's fine' He would think, 'I'm over that old bastard anyway'. But deep down he knew. He was never really over him. He never recovered from the rejection he received from the angel. His angel. I mean how could he? He had been with Aziraphale since the beginning of time. He had been pining for the angel for the past 6,000 years. He would make every excuse just to see that bright and shining smile of his. Over time, he had become his friend. And eventually, fell in love with him.

But that's impossible, right? I mean Aziraphale is an angel, a soldier of Heaven. While Crowley is a demon, a servant of the big bad. They're hereditary enemies. They're not even supposed to tolerate each other. They're on opposite sides. That's what Aziraphale had believed at least. Crowley believed they could be on their own side. Together. But he was wrong. He thought Aziraphale loved him enough to stay with him. But he had chosen Heaven over his best friend. Crowley tried not to think about the angel too much. It hurt worse than Hell.

Crowley decided to go out on a drive with his Bentley to keep his mind off the angel and he started driving. He had no idea where he was going; he just kept driving. At this point, he had been driving for just over an hour and the silence became unbearable. He decided to turn on the radio of his car, hoping a specific song wouldn't play. And yet that one song started playing. The car filled with the lucid sounds of "Good Old-Fashion Lover Boy". It was his song. No, their song. Crowley dreaded hearing the song that reminded him so much of his and Aziraphale's…friendship? Relationship? He didn't even know at this point.

He was tired of pining. tired of mourning. how could he even mourn someone who was alive? Maybe because Aziraphale was dead to Crowley. No. He couldn't be. No matter how much Crowley tried to hate Aziraphale he just couldn't bring himself to. He loved him, for Christ's sake. He didn't even know he was capable of even loving anyone so much and yet his angel couldn't even stay for him. Stay for them.

He quickly skipped the radio to the next station, which had become one of his biggest mistakes.

"That certain night. The night we met." Crowley's whole body tensed up at the sound of the music. "There were angels dining at the ritz." The same song that had played in his car the day Aziraphale left him for Heaven. "And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square" He felt the painful lump in his throat slowly build up and gripped the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turned white. Then he remembered what he told Aziraphale the day he left.

"No nightingales." No nightingales. Sure, Crowley said that to Aziraphale. There were no nightingales in Heaven. They were on Earth. But that applied to Crowley as well. Because after that, nightingales were never the same for him. Because nightingales weren't nightingales without his angel. He quickly turned off the radio and pushed down on the pedal harder.

He wanted to forget about the stupid angel that had left and forgot about him. His stupid angel. He hated himself for it. He hated how he couldn't bring himself to even produce any ounce of hate for him. He hated how he still thought about him every day and how he would cry himself to sleep some nights because of him. He hated how he still cared for him. And most especially, he hated how he still loved him with every atom of his being and would still come running back to him if given the chance. 'Fuck. I can't be thinking about him again.' He gave in and turned the radio back on. He needed something to drown out the noise of his thoughts. He heard the familiar tune of the piano and guitar in the song's intro.

"Love of my life, you've hurt me." He recognises the song and the dreadful feeling in his body comes back. "You've broken my heart and now you leave me." The lump in his throat grows and he feels his eyes start to water. "Love of my life can't you see?" He tilts his head up in an attempt to stop the tears from flowing down his face. "Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He looks to his left to avert his attention to something other than the song playing. And there it was. He recognised this street. The buildings, the signs, the trees, and the layout. He recognised them all. Then it hit him. "Because you don't know what it means to me." He was nearing the bookshop. The bookshop where the love of his life had lived. Where he and his angel had shared many fond memories together. Where he confessed his feelings for Aziraphale. Where he kissed him. The bookshop where the angel had left him and broke his heart.

"Love of my life don't leave me." In which the very place he was in was the same place the love of his life left him. Ironic isn't it? They vowed they would do anything for the world and yet the place he was at was the place his world chose Heaven over him. "You've taken my love, you now desert me." He was nearing the front of the bookshop and a part of him considered stopping by the bookshop. Who was he kidding? It's not like his angel would be waiting for him in the bookshop. He passed the shop and kept driving. "Love of my life, can't you see?" He felt the warm liquid build up in his yellow, sheltered eyes and flow down his cheek through his glasses. "FUCK!" He punched his steering wheel, causing a loud honk noise to come out of his vehicle. He grabbed the steering wheel and made a sharp turn back to their bookshop.

"Bring it back, bring it back. Don't take it away from me." He parked the Bentley in front of the coffee shop "Bring Me Coffee or Bring Me Death". Crowley got out of the car, slammed his car door shut, and stomped towards the bookshop. He pushes the doors open to see a familiar angel reading in a rocking chair next to a pile of books. But it wasn't his angel. "Nope! We're closed. No books to sell! Get out!" Muriel says without looking up from their book. God how he wished it was Aziraphale in that rocking chair. "Uhm excuse me, I said get ou-" They finally look up from their book to see the fiery red demon, "Oh! Mr Crowley! I was wondering when you'd stop by! It's been wha-" Crowley interrupts the angel, "Three years."

"Yes! Yes! Three years!"

"Muriel, could you uh…could you give me a minute? In here? In the bookshop? Alone?" They nod and step outside the bookshop to give the demon some space. He looks around and takes a deep breath, taking in the scent of the bookshop. It wasn't too different from the last time he was there. But there was something off. It…smelled different. It still smelled like old wood and books but something was missing. Then he realised: It no longer smelled like Aziraphale. Of course he would notice. Of course he would know what Aziraphale smelled like after being with him for the past 6 millennium.

He walked over to the desk Aziraphale used to sit and write at. He remembered all the times Aziraphale would sit at his desk while he listened to Crowley's silly complaints as he sat on the floor. He looks back up from the floor and he catches his eye on a photo frame on his desk. He picked it up to observe the photo and the tears started to flow again. It was the photo of them at Aziraphale's stupid magic show back in London 1941. But something was different about the photo. The photo the Nazis had taken that night was a polaroid. The photo in the frame was a landscape style print-out. Then crowley realised that Aziraphale had made a copy specifically for the frame on his desk. And he had the polaroid with him all along.

He holds the frame close to his chest and drops to his knees. He couldn't believe himself. He was supposed to be this strong and mighty fallen angel who became a demon. But there he was, on his knees, mourning someone who was well alive. He felt pathetic. He hopelessly looked up to the ceiling, "WHY? GOD WHY? all i did was ask questions… WAS MY FALL NOT ENOUGH YOU FUCKING BASTARD? WERE MY THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF PAIN AND TORTURE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? YOU TOOK AWAY THE ONE THING THAT MATTERED TO ME. THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME TO GIVE YOU. WAS I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU? I DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" He finally let out everything he's been holding onto for thousands of years. All for no response. All for nothing.

~

Crowley had cried himself to sleep on Aziraphale's shop floor, holding the picture frame. As much as he wished he hated Aziraphale, as much as he pretended, he knew he could never truly hate him. And he just had to accept that fact. Little did Crowley know was that Aziraphale was right outside the bookshop to go check on Muriel and the bookshop. And hopefully check on Crowley if he had time.

Aziraphale walked towards the shop to see someone slumped over and reading a book. For just a moment, part of him wished it was Crowley slumped over on the shop's platform, but he knew it wasn't him. He knew Crowley had given up on looking for Aziraphale. He was ready to face the fact that he could never get his best friend…the person he loved…back. Aziraphale never said it out loud but he missed Crowley. More than anything. He regretted every decision he made since that day. He missed the mischievous pranks and remarks. The feeling of his lips on his. He missed his world.

Muriel finally looked up from their book and looked at Aziraphale gleefully, "Mr Fell! You're back! How's Heaven?"

"Oh uh yes yes fine, Muriel. How's the bookshop?"

"Oh it's doing great! I haven't sold or given away any books!" Aziraphale smiles knowing his shop and books were safe. But there was one thing he wasn't sure about. "Muriel, have you see Crowley lately? Or any time since I've gone back?"

"Oh yes! Mr Crowley visited today for the first time actually. He's still inside I think. I'm actually out here because he asked to be alone." Aziraphale's heart starts racing, "Crowley's…here?" Muriel nods. Aziraphale rushes inside to find a figure curled up on the floor. "…Crowley?" The figures shifts a bit then groggily sits up straight and faces Aziraphale. The angel's suspicions were then proven correct. Aziraphale couldn't believe it. After three, excruciating long years, he finally saw Crowley face to face. "Oh piss off. I haven't had much to drink today." Aziraphale slowly steps closer to the demon, "Crowley I-" Crowley lazily puts his hand up to stop him, "I'm not in the mood for hallucinations today, you shit." The confession broke Aziraphale's heart. That was when Aziraphale realised how much he had hurt his best friend. As Crowley started to fully wake up, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him. "So I suppose an apology dance is in order?" Crowley's heart completely shattered and healed all in one second. He frantically takes his glasses off and aggressively rubs his eyes. When the image doesn't go away he realises. Aziraphale. His angel. He was right in front of his eyes. After all these years.

"Angel…?"

[bwoahtastic]

Nico really struggling to be unbiased between Max and Lewis. She sees a lot more of Max’s struggles and picks his side. She’s also really on edge because Max keeps having stress heats and she can’t help him. They haven’t had sex in months because Max is too stressed out. And it rattles her a lot. This is her Maxy and she can’t take his worries away or take care of him the way her instincts want her to.

Nico going with Max to the hospital after the crash and she finds out that his hormones are on a dangerous level. He’s at risk of a drop and she is furious and takes it out on Lewis? Max stays with the Red Bull pack for a few days while they monitor him and he’s not there when Nico absolutely rips into Lewis. Lewis is worried about Max too and yeah they crashed but Max’s hormone levels are not his fault. Lewis goes to stay with the Mercedes pack for a while after that.

Max going into a stress heat after Monza? And Nico is immediately by his side and she sort of forgets to check on Lewis. Sebastian checks on him but the rest of the pack are celebrating with Daniel. Lewis stays with Mercedes for a while then too and he doesn’t know that Max is in a stress heat? He thinks Nico is just ignoring him or punishing him for the crash.

Nico dotes on Max a lot during the season. She sees the pressure Max is under, the media scrutiny, Max’s father. She wants to protect him so much that she pushes Lewis’ needs and issues aside. Lewis needs her a lot during the last few races but she’s constantly around Max.

Hindsight lets them know that Max’s pregnancy was making Nico act out too even if she didn’t consciously know it.

Max tries to reach out to Lewis but Lewis has shut him out completely. The resentment between them is so strong and it’s hurting the pack.

Nico feels like she’s failed them both. She couldn’t keep Max safe through the season the way she needed to, and she abandoned Lewis when he needed her…

Oh plss it would be a horror season for the pack! Max is so stressed that he hasn't been able to be fucked for months and he gets so many stress Heats which is a bad combination. She hates not being able to take care of any pack member but this is her maxy which makes it worse!

Max going to the hospital after the crash and ofc Max is there. He is fine after the crash, but his hormone levels are all over the place cos of stress and the fact his glands haven't been stimulated as he hadn't been fucked. Nico has a lot of work after trying to stimulate max other ways to make him healthy again and she snaps at Lewis as she is so stressed! And Lewis snapping back its her fault max's hormones are so bad, not his! And that stings ofc...

And plss Max getting a stress Heat in monza so nico can't go to see Lewis because Max is dangerously close to a drop already! She lashes out at Lewis again instead of checking up on him and it's makes things even icier between them all!

Max feeling sickly and stressed and he just wants his pack to go back to normal! He tries to reach out to lewis but Lewis isn't ready and it breaks Maxy...

Pls the pack finally realising Max is pregnant (or well, was, as they find out once the pup is already there) and it explains why what normally would just be tension and a few silly fights got so out of hand, and why nico couldn't be her neutral self.

Nico maybe being away when Max has the pup because she is with Mark trying to figure out what to do next? Because she failed them! And then she hears Max has gone into labor and feels even worse!

Pls her hugging Lewis so tight for helping her maxy and apologising so much for beignso foolish! And Lewis can't forgive her fully yet, but there js a start!

[autobot2001]

Necessary

@themerrywhumpofmay: under the table @mediwhumpmay: needle phobia

*Writing a little backward to post in order of days. Day 8 begins a day of health exams for the medics to do. This is one of them.* The condition Jamie has is made up.

"Jamie is one of the next three," Jolt tells the other two medics. "You say that like she's a challenge," Jasmine comments. "Up until I need to draw blood, she's fine. You know why I need to get a blood sample from her. Even if I could prick her finger and use that small amount, she'll put up a fight."

To make matters worse, Jamie's guardians, Crosshairs and Drift, must work today. Drift is particularly not pleased that Prowl wouldn't let him be twenty minutes late, and even the Autobots he works with argued it would be fine. The three medics know he does not like how Jamie will fight the medics, and it's not just shoving the medics away.   "It's interesting how a warrior can be terrified of needles. Especially when your other fearful patient is Sunstreaker; with the life he and Sideswipe had, you'd think he wouldn't be terrified of needles," Drift comments and leaves.

Ratchet says nothing about drawing blood when he walks into the room. The exam went as he thought; he checked everything he needed, which didn't require Jamie to change. The second he said 'draw blood,' Jamie got anxious; he tries to keep her calm, which results in him being shoved back to the counters. The other two medics are in their offices when they see Jamie run past them.

Sunstreaker walks down the hall to the training room, watching the medics leave the medbay. He didn't think Ratchet would tell him what was going on, and he's still determining whether it's Ratchet's way of telling him he's to help. If I didn't see her run by me, then there are only two places she could be, but only one is a good hiding place. Sunstreaker thinks and goes into the confidence room.

The room isn't used often, and Sunstreaker can see that the next meeting isn't scheduled for another week; the last meeting was two months ago. With how the chairs are, he sees Jamie once he gets on the floor and moves a couple of chairs. "Why do you have the medics panicking?" He asks. Once Jamie said 'health exam,' he understood the problem, "hiding here isn't helping. Come on." Jamie doesn't move back to get away from Sunstreaker, who thought Jamie would put up a fight.

"...I need to monitor the chemical level," Ratchet explains, "be happy I can get a blood sample every six months." The two mechs hate how Jamie is getting anxious. Sunstreaker knows holding Jamie while Ratchet does what he needs won't help much, but he knows the risk if he tells Ratchet to forget about the blood sample.

Sunstreaker is hoping loosely restraining js enough. Both mechs hate how Jamie is crying, and Sunstreaker thought that's all the two would deal with until Jamie passed out just as Ratchet finished. "Frag, that's never happened before," Ratchet worries, "but she should be ok. Just make sure she drinks water when she wakes up." Ratchet caps the vial and leaves the room. Sunstreaker knows Ratchet isn't more worried about testing the blood sample than how Jamie is unconscious. Sideswipe, are you done teaching your class? Sunstreaker asks through the bond. Jamie needs cheering up. Sunstreaker didn't think Sideswipe would worry and ask questions. He tells Sideswipe he'll explain in hopefully ten minutes. Jamie wakes up as the conversation ends. "You're ok. Here drink some water,' Sunstreaker hands her his water bottle, "once Ratchet says we can leave, we'll meet Sideswipe in the lounge room."

Sideswipe thought he could multitask by playing video games with Jamie and talking to Sunstreaker through their bond so Jamie doesn't hear them, but he loses the race to Jamie within five minutes, which Jamie thinks is funny.

Later that day, Sunstreaker asks Ratchet how necessary a blood sample is. "It's not so much to detect a flare-up," Ratchet explains, "that's impossible. There's an interesting interaction between Saiyan blood and the chemical, and it's hard to explain in simple terms. It's been working like a medication to limit the severe flare-ups. So other methods, like a urine test, won't work. Sunstreaker regrets figuring it out. "Have you researched Energon helping her?" "No, with how different Jamie is from other humans, I worry there will be consequences that I won't be able to discover before a transfusion. The obvious is the Saiyan blood, and there's too much unknown that I won't be able to get answers for. I know it's been eleven years since I've gotten a blood sample from her, and I am curious if this has been kept up, but the results weren't saved. Even if the others didn't keep up this schedule, I'd rather get back to it." Sunstreaker understands why and doesn't argue. He doesn't think he'll be able to understand how Saiyan blood works like medication. He only hopes Ratchet figures out a cure soon.

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                                HEADCANON                         / ‘the god of love is lonely’  ↩            ↤ khioniya :: ‘aggressively chill’

khioniya, smirking just the tiniest bit as she comfortably lowers herself to the floor- does she feel the slightest bit Beneath Rosalyn ( @lalohefalter​ ) even in sexy ways no khioniya's not very good at feeling that but she's very content to let her queen make her queenly moves. if she'd like to step on a godqueen then go off girlboss-        helpfully provides opportunity for one of her fave pastimes.      does that ruin it? hm.

help i should write a hc abt this it's so funnyds fjskafjdskj she cannot feel lesser than anyone or -thing. it's illogical & alien to her. everything's equal; this here tree gets to punch me in the face if i give it due cause & vice versa c'mon now we're all fine. what is all this weird classist bullshit. bitch i became a god & decided we’re all equal anyway so how are u lot still being this wild about ur own inferiority complex--                    cuz i felt this way before becoming a god           so i’m js what are u being weird & weak for. tsk.

does she deem people / orgs / instances beneath her due to their personal choices? fuck yeah, that’s there - it’s not that she doesn’t judge like anyone else, she just... shuns the idea of better inherently just because the value of a living being or thing is not understood by the one doing the judging.           ---but people who are beneath her aren’t beneath her, they just don’t classify as ‘good enough at being a person to be considered one themselves’. if you can’t leave ppl the fuck alone unless you need to fuck their shit up, you don’t get air. booh, bitch. die.

it’s part of why she doesn’t... do all the classist things as a ruler? like, you can’t step out of line, she’ll keep you well in there- but the line isn’t calling her majesty or bowing or giving her more space than you would anyone else, or letting her do shit you don’t want, or not giving your honest opinions on the proceedings.

                 I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW that i write a god who embodies all the.. ‘higher being cradling lesser beings to its chest & protecting it with higher powers just bc ur smol i’m big + divine territoriality’... but resolutely refuses to be aware of her position as a thing that is honestly terribly imposing to almost anyone, because.         :’c she doesn’t like when ppl keep their distance so much. pls she doesn’t bite unless ur mean. ( she didn’t become a protector to be lonelier, so why is this how it’s turned out-? ) in an actually shit or at least not entertaining way ( she’s desperate she’ll take it. come be mean then, as long as it’s honest. refreshing. ) c’mon. come play? booh. she’s lonely-

ppl:  gasp! a god. gotta be plastic abt this khioniya:  well then i just won’t talk. at all. guess whether i’m mad i’m not gonna give you a clue until you apply normal people rules to me-

WHICH THEY DON’T. SO. OOP.

so it’s both a) genuinely too self-possessed, confident, & kind-hearted to see things as a hierarchy of importance. of power? value to a specific cause? sure! but not as generally inherently more deserving of consideration than others. b) yeah she’s not making that weird behaviour worse. ( except that she is. pls just tell them you want them to act normal- but the whole point is she doesn’t want ppl to do what they think she wants them to :c just be real ffs.               & since real means distance to almost all of them...          she has accepted this. )