#why do i feel like ive heard this before tho...

[hyuuukais]

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rain ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! 😭😭😭

[timmydraker]

On Tim’s nineteenth birthday he had a party with his friends and had chosen to celebrate it at a karaoke bar.

Kon, Cassie and Bart are there in civilian clothes and identities and so are Tim’s old school friends as well as come of his college’s kids, as well as Tam.

Everyone is having fun and while they have alcohol I drinks available, everyone is being mindful to not send it to hard due to Tim only just agreeing to drink before he’s legal.

Naturally, a few of them get competitive and Ives ends up becoming a judge for who wins in certain face offs.

It’s all fun and games until Kon points out that Tim had been spending most of the time taking photos of other people, though admittedly a fair amount are selfies, and insist on everyone watching Tim perform and filming it.

Tim, who’s used to having lots of eyes on him quickly goes from bashful to scheming and everyone gets the performance of their lives.

Tim wakes up with a mild hangover, (hes a good boy who made sure to drink water and eat a lot), and around a dozen missed calls from various family members. He feels out at first before he sees his latest text is from Stephanie saying ‘Handsome and rich and you can sing? Urg why did we break up again?’ She hadn’t been able to make it due to a break out but promised to make it up to him and she always did.

Attached is a link to a TikTok from an account he knows for a fact is one of his friends.

It’s him, standing on the stage with his big pink feather shall, black dress shirt open with glitter visible on his collar bones and a large jacket that defiantly isn’t his likely hanging over his arms. In the video Tim is swaying around happily, cheekily even, while singing ‘I Am A Good Girl’ by Christina Aguilera from Burlesque and sauntering around as if he himself is playing her role.

Tim’s face isn’t all that flushed and part of him wishes that wasn’t the case if only because it shows he was sober enough to be fully aware of what he was doing, which is unfortunately true.

Tim is confident in his public appearance and knows how to handle any backlash, it’s the text from his family that are going to make him crawl into a hole and die.

Dick: Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, why are you at a club?

Dick: there better not have been alcohol

Dick: also, unimportant and totally not the most important thing, WHY DIDNT YOU INVITE ME 😭

Damian: You look like a fool, Drake. Alfred has been muttering about Father being a bad influence and is threatening my to kick him out.

Damian: I cannot be sure, but I belive I heard Alfred say ‘your playboy ways better not be swaying that boy to be a nuance like you, young man’.

Damian: Fix this.

Stephanie: ‘why you in the club with people wildin’

Stephanie: get it

Stephanie: like the Meghan the Stallion song?

Jason: why the fuck are you at a club

Jason: don’t think I didn’t see that vodka raspberry in your hand

Jason: answer me you little shit

Jason: I swear to go if you were in crime ally I will loose it

Duke: dude Bruce has such a big worry frown I think I heard a muscle snap

Duke: you’re a really good singer though

Duke: good song choice for a rich brat lol

Duke: that was meaner than I meant for it be sorry!

Duke: still true tho

Cass: drink lots of water and I’ll bring you bat burger in the afternoon xx

Bruce: I’m not angry, you haven’t done anything wrong, but did you have to sing a song about being a rich girl when people complain about us being out of touch enough as it is?

Bruce: I’m not mad though.

Bruce: have you drunk water?

Bruce: also did I see Conner Kent there?

Bruce; why was he there.

Bruce: does he understand the dangers of drinking as a Kryptonian?

Bruce: again, I’m not mad at you, just concerned.

Bruce: I’m mean in a little mad but not because Alfred is yelling at me.

Bruce: you know the Brucie Wayne persona was a farce, I have no doubt about that, but that doesn’t mean you need one.

Bruce: not that you can’t have a good time!

Bruce: please answer Dick is yelling at me now too

Damian: Grayson is now yelling at Father.

Damian: He has called him a whore but I believe that had nothing to do with your provocative dancing. I think he just wants to call father a whore.

Jason: I found the bar.

Bart: heyheyheyheyheyhey! Barry said to warn you that Bruce is making everyone do a course on teaching your kids to be alcohol safe and that even the ones who aren’t parents have to do it too lollolololololol

Jason: I was going to get do something but the woman owning it kept talking about how nice you all were so I feel bad

Dick: I mean you didn’t have to invite me I know it’d be weird to have a 27 year old there but that’s not that old!

Alfred: I shall be around shortly with adequate food. Be ready.

Tim was in for it that was for sure, especially when he saw ‘Tim Drake’ and ‘Thristtrap’ trending.

[hellsslibrary]

hi so ive been binging ur works lol I love that u write for blue lock and specifically the male reader !!! Sosoo I'd love to request a shidou x mean top male reader ? Like shidou keeps acting out so reader puts him in his place?

I do three things on purpose. I make you cut onions so I don't cry, I cling to you during horror movies because you get too focused, and I bend over in front of you during training because you're a dirty dog (real quotes from my husband as titles day one).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : You two humiliating a non-existent guy for the size of his dick........ Basic Tuesday for any gays, I guess.

!!Warnings: tom!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom! Shidou, overstimulation, time before the first selection, so you fuck in a room full of other people at night..... So, humiliation of a guy for a dick actually (not in his face tho), sex on a futon, Shidou without hair gel (I heard that someone didn't like Shidou without gel and cried hyperbolically), he calls you 'cupcake' one time.

One hundred and seven times.

You've thought about killing him so many times. Strangle him. Take his head off. Castrate him. Burn him. Drown him... Anything, really. Why is this idiot even more annoying than usual? Who knows. Well, obviously not you.

Your eyes watched him praise a player again. Of course, this is not surprising for him, he is very respectful to good players, but now? Fuck, this is out of bounds.

You can see perfectly well how his hands stay on this guy for too long. And the way his eyes look at you from time to time. It's been repeated too many times today.

Does he want you to crack? But no. He's going to do it today. And it won't just crack, it will come apart at the seams.

The sound of the futon moving can be heard in an almost empty room as your body bends over his, while his face is buried in the pillow, trying not to moan too loudly. Not that he cares about it, but you do very much.

"I'm s-sorry, cu-cupcake, please—!" he exhales raggedly, clutching at the thin fabric, trying with all his might to stabilize himself and his body from your obviously not gentle thrusts, which seemed to knock his soul out of him piece by piece.

A rhetorical question escapes your lips, and an almost animal grin appears on your lips, seeing his condition. "Now we're just barking, right? You forgot how to bite pretty quickly."

Shidou just whimpers, feeling his body twitching from your thrusts inside his sloppy hole. His curls are disheveled on the bed, and some are stuck to his cheeks or neck from sweat. He just couldn't look into your eyes as usual, knowing full well that he would break even more... He dug his own grave after all.

"That guy couldn't have brought you to this state, you know? He definitely has a dick smaller than my little finger," you reason, lowering one of your hands from his waist lower, feeling the muscles of his stomach tighten as you slide over them, reaching his v-shaped line, and then his crotch. "Don't you agree?"

"Fuck, yes! Def-definitely, yes... Probably th-the same size as an a-ant," Ryusei giggles, swallowing his saliva, arching his back harder, which makes you hiss, feeling like he's become a little tighter.

Although his giggles immediately fade away when you grab his overexcited, spent cock. You immediately slap the hand that's trying to stop you, grabbing his length, making him choke on his own sob.

Tears began to form in his eyes, lingering on his blond eyelashes, and then trickling down his cheeks. He couldn't take another round! He wanted to, but probably couldn't. You're huge, you tease him, you fuck him, you humiliate someone for the size of his dick... Did I mention that you're huge? Anyway, it's fucking Hell! He's a fucking puddle under you, even though he wanted to stay under you like that, because that's actually what he wanted.

Maybe you'd be more gentle if your count of murder methods stopped at about sixty.

"Still fucking want me like this, huh? How many times did you cum?" you ask rhetorically, realizing that he won't answer, just smiling, and then slapping his ass, which makes him squeak, and you enjoy his sounds, because you can't see almost anything.

"Don't worry, I'll do it over and over again until you don't even have the thought of leaving me anymore, do you understand?" Ryusei nodded, and his cock jerked in your grip, forcing you to enter him up to the hilt, and then pull your dick out of him, which immediately turns around to look at you. "Or maybe I need to make it so that you can't stand at all without help..."

Shido pales almost immediately, sensing the sincerity in your voice, and then moans too loudly when you thrust into him again. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing his face back into the pillows so that he doesn't wake anyone up and so that he stops making silly excuses about how he wants you to pull out your dick.

He looked like a black hole right now, honestly. So he'd better not pretend to be a clogged pipe right now.

[starrihan]

Smoking Weed w/ Nicholas

-> Pairing: smoker! Nicholas x afab! Reader

-> Genre: smut, kissing, neck kissing, oral (m receiving), reader and Nicho are basically strangers, slight spit play

-> Warnings: smoking

-> Word Count: 2,278

-> Notes: Ive seen 2 different posts about smoking with Nicholas/ Nicholas smoking and I find the idea so hot so here is how I headcannon smoking weed with nicho would be like (even tho its not in like typical hc format) also this is barely proofread

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

Also this was the inspo for this fic btw: Imagine going down on him because you’re so high and so horny and you’re trying to suck his dick but your mouth is dry because you have cotton mouth so he smirks and picks your jaw up with his finger, spitting in your mouth to make it wet again - i wrote this while i was high 

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You would meet him once at a party, not really knowing much about him besides his name since your friend introduced you two. You guys would chill for a bit with your friend and her boyfriend, Euijoo, until they went off on their own and you and Nicholas did the same.

You found yourself talking to some of your other friends but eventually, the loud music was too much for you so you stepped outside in the backyard that wasn’t as occupied and where the music could barely be heard.

You lean against the fence on the deck, not paying much mind to your surroundings as you pull out your phone.

“Couldn’t stand it in there either?”

You turn your head slightly to see the stranger talking to you, before realizing that the voice belonged to the boy you met not too long ago. You sighed, agreeing with him. You were staring at the joint in his hand, watching as he bounced it between his two fingers. He noticed your eyes staring at it.

“Wanna hit?”

You looked at him, curious. You had smoked before and the feeling was rather enjoyable. Maybe it would help you feel a little better about this boring party.

“Sure, thanks.”

You respond as he hands you the joint. He watches you as you bring it up to your lips, lightly inhaling to control the amount of intake. You pass it back to him when you’re done, holding the smoke in your mouth for a bit until you feel it reach your lungs, exhaling a decent cloud as you basked in the slight burning feeling in your chest.

You did feel a little better, the act of taking a hit alone making you feel more relaxed.

“Why are you here anyways? I mean, you don’t seem like you’re having a good time.”

He says, taking another hit. His slightly messy hair and silver chains caught your attention. You couldn’t tell before with the inadequate lighting inside the house but he was really attractive under the glow of the moonlight.

“Neither do you.”

He chuckles as he passes you back the joint, this time you take a bigger hit than before. Upon exhaling, you cough, to which he hands you the water bottle that he had kept on the banister.

“First time smoking?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as you drink the water, the cough subsiding.

“I just haven’t done it in a while. Did a little more than I could handle.”

He nods in understanding, giving you a second to recover. Once you feel better, you take another drag without coughing this time, the effect of the weed starting to hit you. You ash the joint before handing it back to him, fingers brushing his as you look away, face warming up at the contact. You can tell by the way his eyes droop and the whites of his eyes slowly become redder that he’s high.

“Wanna walk with me? I’m getting tired of just standing in this spot.”

You think for a second before agreeing, grabbing your stuff from your friend and informing her that you’d be leaving.

You both walk around aimlessly, passing the joint back and forth. Your conversation was everywhere, not being able to focus on one thing at a time. You were starting to lighten up, laughing more freely around him and his jokes. He was actually pretty funny.

You went from talking about your friends, to classes, to the stars above you and even the greater meaning of the vast universe. It didn’t take long before the joint had run its course, shrinking with every passing minute until it was nothing but a mere roach.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize how much we’d smoked.”

He says, laughing.

“Really? I’m not even that high. Do you have another one?”

You laugh with him. To be honest, you were fairly high, but you enjoyed his company and conversation and you didn’t want this to end.

“Damn, no I don’t. But, my residence hall is right there. Would you mind waiting for me while I get it?”

“Could I come with, if you don’t mind? It’s just… it’s dark out and I don’t want to be out alone…”

“Oh my— yeah you can. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what I was saying. I know better than to leave a woman alone by herself at night, I promise.”

You laugh at his rushed sentence and he loosens up, laughing with you as you both walk to his room. You take in the posters and dark sheets that lay on his bed, waiting for him to grab another joint.

“Do you wanna go back outside?”

He asks, sitting in his desk chair, quickly grinding more weed to pack into the joint.

“Actually, could we stay inside? It’s kinda cold out there…”

You say sheepishly, but he agrees.

“Take a seat on my desk,”

He says and you hop up onto the desk, sitting in front of him. Once he has the next one ready, he lights it before handing it to you.

"Ladies first~"

He says, cheekily. You laugh, taking the joint from his hand. He watches the way your fingers move the joint up to your lips, and the way your lips wrap around the end of it, finding the act hot. He looks away from you, cheeks hot, from both the weed and the blush forming on his face.

You tap his shoulder, passing back the joint as you exhale, his eyes following the cloud of smoke disappearing into the air. He places a hand on your knee, just below your thigh before taking a hit. You feel your body start to tense up, feeling warm at the sudden contact.

He was unbelievably attractive, especially when his eyes were red and droopy, looking up at you with that lazy smile. You were lost looking into his eyes. It's like your body would move before you could process what it was doing as you find yourself holding the joint up to his mouth, waiting for him to inhale. He quirks his eyebrow at you, holding your wrist in place as he takes a hit. Your breath catches in your throat, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs slightly upon inhaling.

He flicks his eyes up from the joint to your face, holding the smoke in his mouth while reaching his hand behind your neck before pulling you down to meet his lips. Your surprised yelp has him smirking into the kiss, letting the smoke migrate from his mouth to yours. You feel dizzy, head spinning at action, thighs clenching together. He rests his hand that's not behind your neck on your thigh, rubbing soothing, little circles into it.

The way his tongue ever-so-slightly glides across yours has you leaning in for more. You put the joint down on his desk, its ashes falling astray against the faux soapstone. He doesn't care though, pushing his chair back and grabbing under your thighs to move you onto his lap. You're straddling him, hands in his hair, tugging on it as you reciprocate his earlier move, swiping your tongue against his lips. He gladly opens his mouth as he rests one hand on your ass, the other traveling up your shirt to feel the skin of your waist.

"Is this okay?"

He asks, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. You nod, trying to catch your own breath. You're staring into his eyes as he moves his hand along your body, groping your ass. He doesn't break the contact either, enjoying the light blush dusting your face and the way your hair is slightly disheveled. You reach behind you, picking up the joint and smoking from it before putting it back down, letting it reach your chest before you pull him back in for a kiss. The smoke dances across your tongues as you messily kiss each other. You pull away first this time, moving his head to your neck as he places both hands on your waist.

He's taking his time on your neck, sucking and nipping lightly at first, hands traveling up to your chest before pulling your bra down, playing with your nipples. You gasp, arching your back and bringing you into him more. You can feel his teeth sink into your skin, wincing at the slight sting. You shift on his lap, feeling his hard length pressing up against your thigh. You take the opportunity to grind down on him, laughing when he gasps into your neck.

"Someone's riled up, huh?"

He says, smirking up at you.

"I can say the same for you. Someone's excited"

You both laugh as you stand up, kneeling on his floor as you look up at him with pleading eyes, fingers moving towards the button on his jeans. He's already looking down at you, nodding as he lifts his hips up a little. You unbutton his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers until they're pooled at his ankles. Your mouth drops at the sight of his dick, perfectly long and hard. You trace the veins along the underside of his dick with your index finger, mesmerized. Nicholas can feel a deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

You finally wrap your hand around the base, earring a yelp from him. You can’t find it in yourself to keep a straight face, a direct result of being high. He’s fidgeting, bouncing his leg at the anticipation of your hand around his cock.

“You look really pretty like this.”

You say. He's laughing as he looks away, not being able to control himself or his nerves. You take the chance to start pumping your hand up and down, mouth dry as his hips buck slightly into your hands. You lick the tip, playfully gliding your tongue along the slit. A guttural groan escapes his throat as he prods his dick into your mouth. You pull back, trying to gather enough saliva in your mouth, finding the task nearly impossible.

The cotton mouth you were experiencing was crazy. You looked around for a second, looking for a water bottle when Nicholas notices your frenzy. You look up at him, motioning with your hand that you need water. The smirk that creeps up on his face is almost evil when he quickly leans forward, grabbing your chin. You look at him, confused.

"Open your mouth"

You do as he says, slowly opening your mouth. He finds the saliva he needs, gathering it in his mouth before letting it spill it into yours. You're shocked, but your thighs are clenched together, heat rising to your cheeks. You hold his spit in your mouth as he gently pushes you away, looking down before letting a big string of his own spit travel down his length.

"That should be good enough"

You nod, dipping your head back down and taking half his length in your throat. His hands immediately snake their way into your hair, pushing back any loose strands that may have been in your way. You're focused on taking him in fully, bobbing your head up and down as his grunts fill the room. He's leaned back, completely relaxed in your hands as his hips start moving slowly to meet your movements. He's fully in your mouth at this point, tip hitting the back of your throat as you try so hard to suppress your gag reflex. 

You take a second, grounding yourself and catching your breath through your nose before continuing. The sound of your gagging is like music to Nicholas’s ears, his pace increasing as his breaths become shallow. His grip on your hair strengthens as he moves your head for you. Your hands that were once holding the chair slam down on his thighs in a bruising grip, determined to have him finish in your mouth. You let him take control, drooling all down his length and thighs. 

“Fuck Y/N… taking me so well…”

His praise has you shoving a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself through your jeans to get any sort of relief. You take the chance to lick around the base, a slight sting in the back of head from his tightening grip letting you know that he’s close. You can’t help it as you move your fingers faster over the rough material, the vibrations from your moans sending Nicholas even higher into the clouds. His animalistic groan fills your ears as his hips stall, pushing your head further down into him as he coats the inside of your throat with thick ropes of cum. You frantically tap his hand, signalling him to let go of your head. 

He notices your distress, quickly removing his hand and pulling your head off of him. He watches as you gulp down his liquids, tongue darting out to catch any remnants that may have escaped. His eyes trail down to your other hand, watching as you continue to touch yourself. He stands up, helping you stand before picking you up and placing you on his bed. He goes back over to his desk, grabbing what's left of the joint and taking another hit before handing it back to you. He captures your lips yet again, this time trailing his hands down your stomach and into your jeans, feeling the growing wet patch on your panties before rubbing slow circles over your clit. You whimper at his touch, leaning your head on his shoulder as another wave of your high hits you. 

“You did such a good job sucking me off like that, it's only fair that I return the favor, right?"

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-> Side note: One of the fics I read had him smoking a cigarette and I absolutely HATE cigarettes but the idea of seeing him with a cigarette in his mouth and between his fingers is so hot to me

-> Here's a link to all my other masterlists!

[youbitchuh]

Ridin Hamzah’s In Hawaii

fluff fluff and fluff :)

There is swear words tho!

(obviously theres gonna be smut in future stories i mean the title)

Hamzah x Reader (no mentions of y/n)

9:34am

The sound of Mandy constantly turning and sighing next to me was getting exaggerating, I know that this is just her way of asking me to get up without actually asking. I turn and face her and stay silent, she gives me a grin

“Hamzah was talking about you to Martin last night…i heard him” she says as her voice gets higher pitched with her last couple of words.

“Was he now…cool” I pretend to be cool by shrugging it off, “no big deal” I say as I sit up next to her. Pretending to not be absolutely in love with your best-friends boyfriend’s best-friend is so so hard and so draining..especially when you spend basically every minute together.

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I pop my lips and fix up my hair before exiting the bathroom. “how is my outfit?” I ask Mandy as she spins around on her heels to face me. I watch as her face lights up.

“Girl you look so cute” She exclaims as she walks closer to me, “and what about mwah” she says placing her hands on her chest to show off her outfit.

“You’re so gorgeous Mandy” I say with a pout.

*knock knock*

“Ill get it” Mandy says as she walks past me darting for our hotel door, “Oh hi Hamzah” She says almost upset that it wasn’t her boyfriend. My eyes dart up at the name “Are you two almost ready?” He says in a low tone, Mandy looks back at me sitting on the bed and nods. I grab the rest of my shit and start making my way to the door. I take in Hamzahs features, his curls, his smile, his nose. I smile at him awkwardly and stand with him. I clear my throat as I try to ignore the fact that I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my face.

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I take a sip of my cocktail as I look over the bars balcony view of the beach, Mandy and Martin fucked off to God knows where and who the hell knows where Hamzah is. My trance is suddenly disrupted as a figure sits next to me. Its Hamzah.

“Hey” he says in a cheery tone watching me immediately straighten my posture.

“Oh hi..” I say trying to act unbothered, in reality im really nervous i mean ive known this guy for over a year and we have barley exchanged words with eachother but i still feel like i know everything about him. I face him and give him a soft smile.

“Where were you?” I ask curious of his were-abouts.

“Why did you miss me?” Hamzah jokes with a slight teasing tone, “Nah im kidding i was just walking along the beach it is very beautiful” he says as he grabs his hat and places it on his head. Who does that? He looks so beautiful like that.

“Ohh nice nice, I mean I haven’t really left the bar because I’ve just been alone” I look at him as he lets out a stiff laugh at my comment.

“I might go down to the beach again though.. you should come with me” Hamzah suggests as he puts his pointer finger on my shoulder acting like he just changed the way the world moved.

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2:30pm

“Oh my God” I say loudly with a loud laugh as I trip on the sand for the fifth time. I fix myself up and continue to laugh as Hamzah cant seem to stop. I hit his shoulder “Its not that funny…stop” I say in between laughs. We take a deep breath and continue walking in silence just taking in the view, over time we got closer together his arm brushing against mine and our shoulders kept bumping into eachother. I feel him look down at me as he grabs my hand and puts it in his. A flush of red rises on my cheeks as I look up at him and give me a smile. “You know I was talking about you to Martin last night?” He says almost like a suggestion, he purses his lips as he waits for my response.

There was now a sudden thick tension in the air. I don’t know what it was but there was something there. I mean there always is for me anyway but now I feel like that barrier of not being able to be on him is gone.

“Yeah I do know actually” I laugh, hes pulling me away to go sit at some chairs that overlook the beach. “Mandy told me this morning” I say as we sit down. My heart is racing I mean this is the first time I have ever been alone with him.

“I told him how I think you are beautiful” I look at him and smile at his words. He gives me a smile as I watch him take in my features. “I also told him how I think you’re really cool… and funny… I was gonna say smart but that would’ve been a lie no offence” I look at him and place my hand on my chest and scoff.

“Wow im offended” I say as I roll my eyes but laugh at his comment. I look back up at him “I think you are beautiful too”.

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10:06pm

We are all sitting on the beach having a bonfire, Mandy and Martin keep telling some story on what happened while they went off for the day, I didn’t care I was so focused on how beautiful Hamzah looked with the fire glowing onto his face.. he looks so different in this light and im not complaining.

“Hes so beautiful” Mandy snaps her head towards me “Who is?? huh??” I look back at her “What do you mean?” She leans closer to me “you didnt say that in your head..” I widen my eyes and look at Hamzah whos running his hands through his curls, his face is flushed almost like he was happy I said it.

Me and Hamzah didn’t speak to eachother since we went for a walk together, it would’ve been awkward if we did. My feelings towards him are becoming so much more noticeable and I hate it.

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12:26am

Ive been sitting in the hotel room for over an hour now, I excused myself because me calling Hamzah beautiful out loud made me feel sick,but why? I said it to his face, was it the fact that I’ve now let myself feel vulnerable because I said it infront of my friends?

*knock knock knock*

Im suddenly disrupted out of my thoughts

“Hold on im coming” I say as I straighten my outfit and walk towards to door. Its Hamzah, I clear my throat as I look up at him.

“Uh hey..can we talk?” He motions towards me and lets himself inside. I shut the door behind him and follow him over to the bed.

“Look I don’t know why I said that out loud, I feel so stupid and I looked vulnerable I never meant to say it, I felt like I embarrassed you more than I did myself and I just wanted to say Im sor-”.

My word were cut off by Hamzahs soft lips attaching themselves onto mine.

“Dont”

“Worry”

“About”

“It”

He says inbetween kisses, his hand makes his way to my face, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear not breaking the kiss. This was so passionate every single second of it felt like heaven, my hands started wondering over his body landing on his chest, hot and flushed. The feeling of his chest rising and falling between every kiss was magical. My face becoming more flushed as our tongues danced together. I start pushing on his chest as a sign to stop. I look at him taking in deep breaths. No words exchanged. Just living in the moment.

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2:45am

Deep breaths and slight snores fill the room. My hand lays on Hamzahs chest as he sleeps away, my eyes suddenly dart over towards the door as Mandy makes her way through it…loudly and clearly drunk. She spots me and Hamzah cuddling on the only bed in the room.

“Awww so cute” she slurs as she points to the two of us. I put my finger up to my lips at an attempt to silence her as she walks closer to the side im lying on. “Im just gonna go sleep in Martins room..” She whispers in my ear. I nod her off and watch as she walks away, “Use protection Mandy!” I whisper shout as she gets closer to the door, she turns around “you too!” I chuckle to myself.

Well this is gonna be awkward when he wakes up..

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[spitefullytunneled]

house md is kind of like how people have described breaking bad to me. what ive heard about breaking bad is that at the beginning you kind of root for walter, but as the series goes on you eventually realize you can’t anymore—even tho you feel bad for him, his situation can no longer justify his actions. house md is kinda like that. for the first few seasons you’re like “yeah ik he’s an asshole but it’s obvious he’s going thru a lot and he has a lot of unresolved trauma” but as the seasons go on you kinda realize “wait, house is a self-sabotaging borderline man-child who refuses any long term or beneficial treatment because he’s obsessed with the idea of losing his ‘gift’”, among other things. you can feel bad for house but as he keeps doing crazy shit, refuses everyone’s attempts at helping him, ignores/dismisses the people who still care about him then ruin their lives, you realize that his trauma and issues can no longer justify his behaviour.

and idk maybe someone’s gonna respond to this being like “erm actually the point was never to sympathize with house” but i did, at the beginning. i really did feel for him. even in seasons where i felt he had lost all goodwill, sometimes there was episodes where i could sympathize with him. like at the end of season 6 when the doctors have to help out when an apartment complex (i think? or some rly big building idk) collapsed and they have to get ppl out. house meets this women who’s leg is stuck under the rubble. he kinda has this moment when they encourage amputating her leg where he stubbornly insists that they shouldn’t and tries to find any other possible way to do it. i kinda felt like i was back in the earlier seasons then—i could see exactly why house had his reasons, and to a degree i could understand. even tho he’s fully projecting, he’s still fighting for this women to survive as intact as possible (even if it doesn’t pan out, but i digress). so idk, just some thoughts before i start season eight. im so fed up with this man i am simultaneously excited for and dreading the finale of this show

[degenrcy]

bath time -> trad!wife reader/daryl dixon

yayayayayay you give ur amazing husband a bath and some pampering. ok no sex yet im sorry this just ended up being too long. might make a direct continuation of this tho hmm

calling gruff men honey and babe>>>

Important: My account and everything i post is MDNI, and i do not recommend looking through my account for anything else, unless you are prepared to read through my pinned and take caution. I feel like im getting a lot of new attention with a fluff story, but its something ive never had on here.

spring rolled around before you knew it, the flowerbeds were blooming and the smell of gently rained on earth was dearly missed. daryl, despite his previous stance on flowers, found himself pausing more often on the porch, his gaze softening as he took in the vibrant array of color- your hard work. he’d even started pouring some excess rainwater to feed them when he passed, a silent support of the beauty you’d brought to their home.

after one particularly long and labor-filled day, daryl returned from the deep woods- and his flannel shirt was torn, jeans caked with mud, and face streaked with dirt and sweat. he smelled of damp earth, pine needles, and something… skunky. he dropped his crossbow by the door with a heavy thud, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion.

"long day, honey?" you asked softly, meeting him at the door. your eyes took in his weary posture, the grim look in his eyes, the blood you thought was just some more dirt.

daryl grunted, rubbing a hand over his face. "walkers. damn things are makin’ rounds again. tracked 'em for miles out." he started to head for his armchair, intent on collapsing into it and knocking out.

but you stepped in front of him, your small frame surprisingly firm. "no, you don't. you're not sittin' down in that chair lookin' like you just crawled out of a swamp." you reached out, your fingers gently touching his mud-splattered shirt. feeling the tension in his chest, hand naturally caressing the curves of his neck and shoulders. "you're filthy, daryl. day did a number on you."

daryl tried to brush your hand away. "i'm fine, woman. jus’ need a minute. why don’t you go on and fetch me a b-"

"you need a bath," you declared, giving him no time to push you away. "a real bath. a hot one." you took his hand, your grip surprisingly strong, and began to lead him towards the small bathroom.

daryl dug his heels in the floorboards, a flicker of alarm in his eyes. "a bath? what for? i ain't no lil’ girl. i'll just use the bucket outside."

"no, you won't," you countered, pulling him gently but steadily. "we need that water for my garden. you need to soak those tired muscles-” you squeezed his biceps, mostly for your own sake. “-you're gonna get properly clean, and i’m going to do it for you." 

you pushed open the bathroom door, revealing the claw-foot tub daryl… found, from a neighboring abandoned house… already filled with steaming water, a faint scent of lavender wafting through the air. you must have started it when you first heard him approaching the house.

daryl stared at the tub, then at you, his expression was uncertain, but you could tell the wheels were trying so, so hard to turn in his head. "i don’t need all this, have you been plannin'?"

"of course," you said, your smile soft. "now, let's get those boots off." you knelt before him, your hands reaching for the laces of his heavy duty boots. you pulled off one, then the other, setting them carefully by the door. his socks, soaked in mud, followed. you didn’t even want to think what he was getting into outside, thoughts of him alone to fight off walkers, stepping into a creek and losing his footing… it was too much to bear!

then, before he could fully react, you stood up straight and began to unbutton his shirt. daryl stiffened, his arms instinctively reacted to being exposed now (and wanting to show off, maybe. just maybe), a small wave of goosebumps trailed from his tricep to forearm. you carefully peeled the dirtied clothing off him, fingers unintentionally lingering for a moment longer, admiring him while you could. 

“what’re you doin, huh?” daryl’s voice was low and hoarse, eyes hooded as he watched you work along his body, rubbing and squeezing his sore muscles. he finally was starting to relax and thinking about allowing you to have your fun.

"hope you’re not complaining about a little light massage," you said simply, your eyes meeting his. you couldn’t keep the eye contact for too long, not when his tongue poked out to lick his bottom lip and gave you a look over. probably wondering why you weren’t half naked either. you moved to unbuckle his belt, reminding yourself to be respectful, you’ve got a job to do first and foremost: get this man clean.

daryl stood there, feeling exposed yet absolutely eating your attention up. this kind of nakedness, this intimacy, usually meant one thing to him- sex. yet your intent on this bath steered him otherwise. he was finding it hard to control himself- it all felt too good, too weird, too much, too little. unsure if his reaction would make you… uncomfortable. he sure as hell wanted to get straight to the point, but he was starting to settle with there being no ulterior motive. sure as hell hoped, though. 

you helped him out of his jeans, then his worn boxers. he was left standing naked, his scars and tattoos on full display, your delicate fingers tracing over them just once. being naked around his wife was nothing new, believed it was natural and felt no shame. tried to get you in on that too, but to no avail. he flexed his back for you, grinning at how quick your attention shifted, hands immediately all over him.

"all right dear, get in now," you gently pushed him forward now, ending the show early.

he stepped into the hot water, a low groan escaping his lips as his tired muscles began to finally relax. he sank down, the water rising to his chest, the heat a balm against the aches in his bones. he felt himself melting away already.

you took a seat on a small stool beside the tub, a soft cloth in your hand. you dipped it into the water, then gently began to scrub his face and beard, down his neck and shoulders, arms, then his chest.

"aye, watch it." he mumbled, trying to take the cloth from you when you pressed into a small cut by his neck.

"sorry, i know," you replied, your fingers working circles on his skin. "just try and relax babe, i’ll be careful." daryl melted even more, if possible, he hoped and prayed you couldn’t see his fingers fidgeting under water. 

your touch was light, yet thorough. you washed the dirt clean away, not just a ‘rinse off’ like he usually does. he felt the tension slowly drain from his body, replaced by a strange, almost unsettling calm. you always knew how to relax daryl, it kinda scared him.

then, you reached for a small brush a bottle of shampoo. "now, your hair."

daryl flinched, curling his lip. "naw. not that strawberry perfume fairy shit."

"it's just plain soap, honey," you soothed, shaking your head and ignoring his protest. you poured a small amount into your palm, then began to work it into his tangled hair. your fingers massaged his scalp, working through the knots and grime. it was a sensation he hadn't known he craved, a deep, soothing pleasure that made his eyes flutter closed.

he tried to resist, to maintain his masculinity and hyper-independent exterior, but you just knew how to get him to unwind again. he leaned into your touch, letting you brush through his hair, untangling the months worth of neglect. the warm water, your soft hands, the quiet hum of your contentment... he felt a profound sense of peace.

when you were done, you rinsed off his hair and soap from his body, then helped him out of the tub. you wrapped him in a thick, soft towel, patting him dry and ruffling his hair around. you slapped some lotion- you repeatedly assured was unscented and natural- all over and started the process again. his eyebrows raised in pleasure, grunting at every smooth pull of muscle, knead of your fingers, coolness of the milky treatment. he felt strangely light, floating. his skin, usually rough and beat up, felt smooth- soft. weird.

"there," you said, your voice full of quiet triumph. "now you're all clean, my honey." you reached up, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then cupped his face. your eyes, warm and loving, gazed up at him. "my handsome man."

daryl felt a heat rise in his cheeks again, blinking sleepily slow. you leaned in: "you feel good, don't you?" you whispered, your lips brushing his. "did i do good?"

he grunted, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. "did damn good.” he held your waist securely, wrapping around your hips and smoothing over your sides.

on your toes to meet his height, you kissed him. slow and sweet, lingering. your lips were soft against his, and he found himself immediately leaning into you, hands coming up to gently cup your face.

"my big, strong man," you murmured against his lips, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. "you're the best man a woman could ask for. you’re everything i dreamed about, you know."

daryl didn't say anything, but his eyes, usually so guarded, were blown wide with adoration and desire. he pulled you closer, pressing his forehead against yours. held in his wife's loving embrace, he knew- with certainty- this was where he belonged.

[vmlnrzmp4]

"NO BOYS!"

bonten executives + hanma

before we start, let's discuss. ive done a not so thorough research, i came to the conclusion that the daughters are not homeschooled. they go to rich private schools. and they have their papas kept a secret. i.e. no one knows what their papas do. the surname is not that big of an issue. the papas have appointed lower female members of bonten as their babysitter. or drivers or someone like them as the daughters' secret bodyguards. ran and rindou's daughters go to the same private school. with that being said, have a cookie 🍪 and let's start!

read blue lock version here.

sanzu haruchiyo

himari was sobbing as you held her, your shirt getting damp as her tears spill onto your shoulder. you whispered soothing words, telling her that she did nothing wrong. when she fell asleep, you placed her gently on her bed, tucking her in. you looked to see haru standing there, arms crossed. after his argument with himari, there was no happy ending. you walked passed him into the living room, he followed. "she's five," he mutters. "and that's why she's allowed to have silly crushes," you counter. he only exhales. like mentioned. no happy ending. no kissys. no cuddles till time passes when himari and haru miss each other.

haitani ran

yua was proud and giddy when she told you about the boy in her class. he gave her a purple crayon as a proposal for her to marry him. sounds good right? she said yes. you smiled as she excitedly tells more about him while you sat behind her, braiding her hair. little did you know, your husband heard it all. he walked in, sitting beside you, as he starts to braid the other section of her hair, "yua, spell marry," yes. haitani ran asked that, trying to check her rich private school english skills. "m-a-r-i!" he chuckled—which was more of a scoff, "exactly. you can't even spell marry and there you go wanting to m-a-r-i him," in short, ran simply did NOT give the permission to the already-engaged-with-a-purple-crayon yua.

haitani rindou

rina was a tomato. blushy blushy all day and would not say anything. so obviously rindou called ran. he asked his older brother to ask yua what happened at school. yua said that when rina fell and cried, a boy from her class helped her up, properly tying her shoe laces and kissed her booboo. later when rindou carried sleepy rina to her room, she admits, "papa...i like someone." "...i know," oh boy his tone was so soft, so heartbreaking, "i know you do," he exhales, "don't grow up too fast ok?"

kokonoi hajime

koko already knew when the female agent, also known as miyu's babysitter had informed him about this little crush of miyu's. the babysitter said that the boy is harmless and with a safe background as koko had ordered to check the boy and his family background. he told you about this little crush of miyu. "that's...sweet," you say. "it's not. she— god motherfucking damn it..." he looks at her from the hallway as she sat watching cartoon on the tv. he plops himself beside her. "papa..." miyu initiates, still focused on the tv, "will you still buy me dresses after i marry?" "...ofcourse," he exhales, "i'll buy you every single thing you point at. just don't forget your old man."

kakucho

hana's the sunshine. average-good in studies and excellent in sports. so when a boy complimented her during pe, he immediately became best friends with her. hana was simply happy to have a best friend. tho oblivious about the little boy's feelings for her. the whole day, she was like—him this, him that. kakucho runs his hand over his face when she asks if she could give this boy a friendship bracelet. "no." he declared. "why papa?" "because, sunshine, he has to earn it. and get approval from me."

hanma shuji

as rui rushed into the living room, a photograph in her hand as she giddily showed it to you and her papa. the class picture. there she was. grinning so wide even while having few teeth missing. but then shuji's smile disappeared when he looked at him. a boy standing next to rui. he wasn't staring at the camera. she was looking at rui fondly. like hana, rui too was oblivious. shuji asked rui who the hell was that. "my best friend!" she beamed. you already knew what was coming. you place your hand on his arm, "shuji dont—" "you never told me about it, you gremlin." "but i told mama about him!" you were in danger now. he looked at you, then back at rui, "so we're keeping secrets from papa now?" "hm? what, papa?" "nothing," nothing he says, already getting up, dialling a number on his phone. "shuji, what are you—" too late. oh shuji wanted that boy gone. "and rui," he looked back at her, "sign a contract. you're not allowed to have a boyfriend." "...not ever?" "not ever."

[ginerotica]

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summary: you and joost are a couple for almost a year now. one day you decided to surprise him by buying him clothes and putting make up on him.

note: this is the first time ive ever uploaded my writing, also have in mind that english is not my first language so please give me constructive criticism/feedback !!! tho be gentle pls im a sensitive soul ...

note 2: i don't speak dutch (obviously) so i apologize in advance if the phrases are in broken dutch

note 3: tho this is just fluff i could make a smut version or just a second part lmk what yall think.

genre: fluff

warnings: cursing and kisses(? ig

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you were obsessed with joost and joost was obsessed with you. you were that kind of couple, the kind that was in an endless honeymoon phase and everybody knew and made everyone jealous too.

one of the first things that caught your attention from him, apart of his undeniable beauty, was his style. his baggy jeans, his leather jackets, his unique glasses, his tank tops, his odd looking shoes, his chunky belts and just his overall style was something that, to say the least, made you attracted to him.

joost is a fashion guy, so were you, and that was one of the things you both shared passion for. that was also one of the things that first caught his attention from you too. you put your own essence into your clothes and it showed, and he noticed.

when you went to the city center and passed by clothing stores windows you would automatically find pieces that couldn't help but made you think "joost would love this" or "joost would definitely wear those". so you started to sometimes send him a pic with the texts that varied between

made me think of u <3

and him seeing your notification in his notification bar would make him smile warmly, and feel seen. so he unconsciously would start doing the same to you.

but, one day you went out to the city center as usual and decided to make a step further. without a reason really, you started sending him a lot of pictures of different pieces of clothing:

do u like em?

pls answer quick

even though you already knew the answer, you waited for his reply, which took him less than two minutes of wait. he was chronically online, and besides he was a workaholic, he always made a moment to text you.

ja schat i loved em as always:3 (yes, darling)

┌—— In reply to the photo you sent: what about these gloves babe?

tho i would like those in other color ┐⁠(⁠´⁠д⁠`⁠)⁠┌

┌—— In reply to: pls answer quick

why? did smt happened ?? (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

you let out a deep breath that you didn't know you were holding and softly smiled at the kaomojis he used as you read the messages but decided not to reply yet, just to add to the surprise.

you came back home and found your boyfriend lying on the couch with his legs crossed above the cushion and with his ipad on his lap probably designing some visuals for his own shows or something for his friends. either way, his attention was brought to you the moment he heard the noise of the clockwork and the bags that he didn't know you had brought to the home.

"hoi, schat. hoe is het? did you go shopping?" (hi, darling. how are you?) he said as he turned off and put his ipad beside him on the couch before standing up to your direction to greet you with a soft grin.

"and you didn't tell me a thing, and, you didn't answer my last text, so i guess we are like this now, huh? i thought you loved me and going shopping with your boyfriend. but i guess that got old or something..." he said in a teasing, playful way as he played the sad poor little thing role now almost in front of you.

you couldn't help but giggle a little at his tease as you locked up and closed the door after letting the bags on the floor to wrap your arms around joost's neck as his hands instinctively went to your waist making it impossible for you to not to lean into his touch. "hi, babe. i'm fine! and yeah, i went shopping buuut none of this is for me. and you know i love you and i love going shopping with you i just wanted to do a lil something for you"

both things were true: that you love him and that you love going shopping with him. activity that became a recurrent in your daily life as a couple. sometimes y'all went to the shops just to take a look at the products without the intention to but something. but, joost couldn't resist himself and always ended up buying something for you. sometimes it could be something small like a pin, a patch or some accessory, or it could be something over €100. it didn't matter how many times you'd refuses to accept it or tell him that you would pay it for yourself, or tell him that he didn't have to, or that it wasn't necessary. he would always say "i don't do it because i have to, i do it because i want to. you deserve this and even more, lieverd" he just loved giving you gifts, it was one of his love language.

you tell him as you gaze darted to the bags. it was possible to see the clothes inside them, and each piece was a bit too big for your style so joost started connecting the dots as you continued talking and he listened attentively while he drew mindless patterns on the skin of your waist with his thumbs "remember all the photos i sent you earlier? well i saw 'em and I thought they looked sooo good on you, like everything, so i couldn't hold myself from buying it... for you" you said with you big doe eyes that made him weak by the knees every time.

you sensed his hold on you tightening as you said "... for you" and a wide smile tugged on his lips that he just couldn't contain "babe.. you're fucking crazy" he said with his thick accent slipping deeply in every word and with a palpable excitement. "you really buy it all? how- how much does it all costed you? you know you didn't have to" he giggled as his gaze darted between the bags on the floor and your cute face. he was going to get a cuteness aggression attack because of you. "i'm supposed to be the one that buys you things."

"and i thought i would get maybe a 'i love you' or 'thank you', jeez..." you chuckled as you leaned to finally capture his lips on a sweet and tender kiss that joost made no effort to stop. your hands went to the back of his hair and his hands were holding you by your lower back. you were in perfect synchrony. soft hums and breath started to fill the room 'til joost finally moved apart from you.

"god, ik hou van je liefde" he said aa he forehead rested against yours as you both recovered air.

"me too, joosti" you said with a grin before you give him a peck on his cheek. your started stroking his hair as you moved away from him to see his eyes. "i wanted to dressed you up and make you a photo shoot" before asking him you give him another peck on his other cheek as you looked at him with your big eyes, making sure that he wouldn't say no. and how could he? you were his biggest weak spot. "can i? pretty please?"

joost was looking at you with hearts on his eyes, you were completely hypnotizing to him. and when he saw you making all those moves he already knew you were going to ask him something. and he also knew that he would obliged because he couldn't say no to you when you look that perfectly beautiful in front of him. and there wasn't a thing that wanted more than make you happy, what can he say, he is just a lover boy.

so when you finally asked him he rolled his eyes and giggled "oké, it's the least that i can do for you for all the clothes. i still can't believe that you actually bought all dat for me"

"it's just that i wanted to return it to you. you always buy me things so I wanted to give it back to you. but don't get used to this tho..." you said teasingly to him. "so, now that you agreed I'm going to make you a haul of everything i bought for you and after that I'm going to put on makeup on you. sounds good?"

"whatever you say, gorgeous"

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after you did to him a haul of every single bag that you brought like you were some kind of tik toker, you set it up everything to start making the photo shoot.

"so... what are your thoughts? do i have a good taste?" you asked him with clear excitement and eagerly looking forward to his verdict

"yeah, well... it's clear that you have a good taste." he said with a smug expression on his face as he gestured himself with his hands before letting out a laugh. "nah, but seriously, you do have a good taste. you already know that, schat." he took one of your hands on both of his to gently stroke your skin, making your hand look so small in comparison. he looked at you and asked you "so you are going to put make up on me now, right?"

"yeah, you're going to be my model today" you leaned to him and give him a soft kiss on his lips staring at his face for a moment just to drink in his beauty. "but first i need you to change. so go and put on the t-shirt, the jacket, the jeans and the gloves" you brought him an adidas t-shirt and a matching jacket of the argentina selection football, the predominant colors were light blue, white, and a soft gold, in addition to black details. a dark grey baggy jeans and white leather gloves, the ones he ask you to find in other colour.

and he did just as you ask. he stood up from the couch that you and him were sitting on before bringing your hand to his lips to plant a soft kiss on your knuckles, went to the bedroom with the clothes picked up from the bags with the tag still on in his hands to go changing.

meanwhile, you were taking out the hair brush, a mirror, the eyeliner, the hairpins, the eyeshadow palette and the make up brushes that you were going to use on him.

he came back to the room you were in with his gaze intentionally on the floor rubbing his hands with his fingers between the index finger and thumb, moving them up and down, as if he was anticipating something while mewing pretty hard modeling the clothes you gifted him. you couldn't help but let out a chuckle because of his unserious attitude but that didn't mean that the clothes didn't fitted perfect on him, just as you pictured him.

when he heard your chuckle his gaze went to yours with a raised eyebrow. "what is so funny now, eh? i thought i looked hot, not funny" he teaed with a feigned hurt in his face

and you couldn't help but to chuckle again at his question "you already know you look hot and you look hot everyday for me. it's just that you were mewing so hard." you did a pause before finish speaking "bros looksmaxing too hard"

when the "looksmaxing" word came out of your mouth he couldn't help but laugh so much that he had to put his hands in his knees and bent slightly.

"did you really just said 'looksmaxin' out loud, lieverd? god, i can't believe it... my girlfriend is brainrotted" he said shaking his head

"shut up, don't act like you are not like me, or even worse..." you stood up and walked just in front of him "also, like if you don't love me for it."

he looked down at you, sometimes you both forget about the height difference between you two. it wasn't that wide actually. but it was noticeable and more so in times like this "when you are right, you are right, schat, i can't lie to you. i do love you for it."

he wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning closer to your face and just when you closed your eyes and your lips were already in kiss shape he whispered "mijn mooie vriendin brainrot" then he finally kissed you and you could feel his smug smile even when kissing. it was funny, weird and corny but at the same time cute too, and that was pretty much how you could summarize your relationship

when you finally break up the kiss you rested you head on his chest hearing his heartbeat "can i do your makeup now?"

"oh. ja, ja. of course, i already forgot about it. you are a good distraction, you know." while he spoke he was running his fingers through your hair before you took him by his hands and walked him to the couch again.

you rolled your eyes at his comment. once you both sat on the couch his hands went to your thighs as you were on his lap making it more comfortable for you to do his makeup and to have a good perspective of his pretty face. you decide to just make him very dark eyes but you wanted to stay like that a bit more so you decide to start with applying him concealer.

"you're so pretty" you said with concentration visible on your face as you put him dots of concealer below his eyes making him look up don't allowing him to see your sheepish smile that he loved so much

"you are one to talk, schatje" he replied to you as a warm smile appeared on his lips while he drew patterns on your thighs. "what are you going to do to me?" he realized quite later how it sounded "... you know what i meant"

you giggled at how he phrased the question as you continued to spread the product "besides of doing to you whatever i want, i'm going to use black eyeshadow and eyeliner. this was just something i wanted to put on you. after finishing with that i'm going to figure out what im going to do with you hair."

"i trust you, liefde. i'm yours, you know that already."

you moved his face from his chin to make him look at you and kiss. between sweet kisses you tell him "Ik houd van jou, joost" just to hear "Ik hou ook van jou, y/n"

when you both decided that it was enough for now you finished with the concealer, you apply him compact power to set it up before starting to apply him the black eyeshadow.

"i love how black eyeshadow looks on you and your fans do too." you said with the palette on one hand and in the other the brush that you dip in it. "close your eyes for me, real quick"

he nodded and closed his eyes for you like you told him to "yeah i know, can't blame them though. i feel like it makes my eyes... uh, how do i say it... pop! ja, ja." he replied quietly with a smug smile

you giggled at his little struggle with his English "yeah, it really does. that's why i love it so much." your voice quiet as well due to your focus on making it look messy and pigmented enough. you shift his face to the other side by his chin to make it easier for you

"god, my brain is tired of speaking in English, schat." he whined with his eyes still closes as you almost finished with the last eye "why can't you just learn dutch, huh?" he opened his other eye to see your expression

you put your hand with the black tip brush down to let him open the other eye "sometimes i forget the effort that you make to speak english all the time for me, but that doesn't mean that i don't appreciate it. buuut, I'm learning dutch, it's just that is complicated you know" you raised your hand again and he closed his eyes again for you

"yeah, yeah. i know." you were done and he was finally ready "duolingo goes hard" he joked and he couldn't help laughing at his own joke

you laughed too without really meaning to "i cant believe you" you grabbed the hand mirror and face it to him "you're all set. take a look at yourself"

his hands went from your thighs to the hand mirror "you did me so well, huh" when he was done analyzing your makeup on his face he left the mirror on the couch and dropped his hand on your waist, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing that he ever landed his eyes on. "thank you, y/n"

"you've given me a nice place to work on, joost." your smile mirrored his as you looked at his every facial feature just thinking how lucky you were to be his. your hands went to his shoulders you both stared at each other's eyes before you asked him:

"can i take you some pictures?"

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idk how i really feel about this i wrote it a long time ago and forget that i had it on my draft :p

[deminetly]

✶ RATING YOUR DRS ✶

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⋆ hogwarts 7/10 ok so I personally havent even watched harry potter but it seems awesome,, hogwarts is a classic since basically every shifter has a hogwarts dr but who wouldnt wanna learn magic ?! at the same time i also kinda dont get why you would want to shift to a school from all places ALSO CONSIDERING HOW MANY PEOPLE THERE ARE AND HOW MEAN SOME OF THE TEACHERS ARE BUT

⋆ twilight 7/10 i used to LOVE twilight when i was like 12 (confession i was team jacob ,, and lowk still am.. HES HOTTER OK DONT BLAME ME) and i LOVE the vibe,, highly depends on who youre shifting for tho (if its alice then 8/10 shes like wow)

⋆ fame 7/10 ok i keep rating everything 7 but IDK fame is good but i feel like id get bored after like a few shifts (even though i still have a fame dr) but if you know how to spice it up for yourself then good for you!! (bonus points if its set in the 70s-2000s)

⋆ mermaid 8/10 rated it an 8 instead of a 7 because i keep rating everything 7… anyways its cool but again i feel like i would get bored (unless you know how to spice it up AGAIN) i do fw mermaid more because its like magical and you can script in a forbidden fling with a human or something.. (can you tell i have commitment issues) now i want to make a mermaid dr and design my tail omg

⋆ band/music artist 8/10 as most of yall probably know i do have a band dr so how could i rate it anything lower?! anyways i love hearing about peoples band drs (or any drs for that matter but especially bands bc i can get inspo for my own teehee) i think developing everything for that dr can be super fun and putting together your little group and whatnot

⋆ apocalypse 8/10 would probably have rated this much lower if i hadnt seen those aesthetic slideshow games on tiktok where youre packing for and trying to survive an apocalypse BUT i feel like if you scripted in safety and good vibes it could be a lot of fun and now i wanna make a zombie apocalypse dr..

⋆ the backrooms 6/10 you are BOLD for that,, i get creeped out by just watching a tiktok about them (im aware that the backrooms were on my dr ideas post..) it lowkey depends who youre with because shifting there alone would actually be CRAZY..

⋆ better cr 5.5/10 i dont really get the consept of this like if i were to make a better cr i would FIRST OF ALL change basically everything and atp it wouldnt even be a better cr just a good dr ykwim and how do you come back after shifting there and not feel depressed asf😭 (update i made a better cr dr…)

⋆ heartbreak high 5.5/10 i feel like not many people have seen this show and also i dont really fw shifting to shows or movies as much as your own creations but i did like the show itself,, i honestly i wouldnt personally shift there since the vibes are like too.. like 2020 and some people are real assholes but you do you it could be super fun id actually love to know about all the drama

⋆ euphoria 6/10 idk why i like euphoria more than heartbreak high they lowkey give me the same vibe but euphoria is like a better version (i literally havent even seen this but i did watch like 2 hours worth of it from tiktok) ANYWAYS most people there are ASSHOLES too and again PERSONALLY WOULDNT WANT TO GO THERE but again would love to hear more about the drama because there must be tons of that

⋆ monster high 9/10 ok so why did i not think of this before i LOVED monster high when i was a child but im lowkey scared of shifting to an animated world idk it feels off.. the vibes and there tho love that for you

⋆ dead poets society 8/10 again personally havent watched it but from what ive heard it seems cool (that with about 200 other movies have been sitting on my watchlist for years but my commitment issues are so bad i cant commit to watching one movie so i will probably never watch it oops) anyways i want to make a secret society dr now

⋆ my little pony 7/10 oh little me would have LOVED this but again i cant with the animated drs ESPECIALLY considering you would be a PONY?? i need to know how this feels or like what.. i love mlp but honestly (tw: opinion) TWILIGHT IS SO ANNOYING I COULD NOTTTT STAND HER ASS (yes i do know id be able to script her out but i like complaining)

[curly-fry-3]

I don't wanna overwhelm you since you probably have like other req to finish but after I saw the post with Gabriel I had an idea (°□°) ☝️

So basically in season 3 where Dean dies over and over again, surprisingly Dean's daughter, reader doesn't but she also isn't in the time loop stuck with Sam so at the end he asks and turns out Gabriel just likes her better (and also that she isn't gonna die like dean at the end anyways). So then when Dean died and Sam left with Ruby, leaving her alone (tho Sam probably thought that she went to Bobby and he didn't want to take her with him since just like Dean she was against the whole Ruby thing). She had no one... for like 5 hours when she heard from random people that something crazy happened to them. So she goes to look for Gabriel cause what most people described were things a trickster would do. She eventually finds him and confronts him and they start talking giving each other comfort cause right now they both have some sorta family issues (tho he doesn't say he's the Archangel Gabriel just kinda says his name is Gabriel) and they kinda have this 'uncle who buy his niece a gun to birthday' relationship.

𖦹Gabriel's Favorite𖦹

summary𖦹 When the worst thing that could happen, happens, Gabriel will be there to shit talk with you

pairing𖦹 Archangel Gabriel x Reader (platonic)

word count𖦹 1,667

notes𖦹 this idea was so cool but I dont feel like what I wrote is the best cause ive never written for Gabe before (I low-key made him such a diva) Also it has kinda a lot of build up to the actual conversation sorry I hope you like it though

Another Tuesday. Another Tuesday of Sam waking up to you and Dean humming along to Aisa while getting ready for the day like nothing was wrong. Dean has already died about a hundred times, with you and Sam both as witnesses, yet Sam seems to be the only one affected. He was tired and confused. He had just watched you sobbing over your father's dead body, and now you two are brushing your teeth while choosing where to eat for breakfast.

After trying to explain his situation and being met with poorly hidden judgy faces, Sam follows you and his brother into the diner you choose. He cautiously walks in, scanning the room for anybody who looks out of place. You're chatting to Dean excitedly about some show you're watching as you all sit down in a booth. When your rambling dies down,your dad notices Sam’s unease and silence. 

Dean turns to his brother and grabs his attention “Why are you on edge? It's not like anything is gonna happen”

Sam tenses his jaw and gives Dean a bitch face “Something always happens. Whether you choke on your food or you slip and crack your head open on the way to the bathroom, you always die”

Dean dismisses his concern “Nothing is gonna happen. I'm a big boy, I can chew my food and walk without falling”

Sam rolls his eyes and turns toward the other people in the restaurant, eyes searching for odd behavior. You look over at your dad in confusion then look over at Uncle Sammy, brows furrowing in concern “If my dad has died so many times, how come I don't remember it? I should be in the time loop too”

Sam focuses back onto you “I don't know. I have no idea what's going on or how to stop it, I just don't wanna watch Dean die again–or have to watch you watch him die”

There is an awkward silence, Dean sighs to fill the space then tries to lighten the mood. “If I'm gonna die today, it's not gonna be on an empty stomach, let's get something to eat”

You nod before looking down at the menu “Look, Dad, Pig n’ a Poke”

He looks at where you're pointing and hums out in satisfaction “That sounds amazing” He turns to Sam, trying to include him in the conversation “Sammy doesn't that sound amazing? I getting it”

You close up your menu “Me too”

Dean kicks Sam under the table “What are you getting”

“Nothing. You know, watching you die over and over kinda ruined my appetite” He recipes with as much sass as possible.

Your meal passes without any hiccups and You exit the diner and barely make it down the street before Dean is mauled by a dog. You watch in horror as his body lies lifeless on the sidewalk. You sob as you hold him, looking up at Sammy. Suddenly Sam sits up in bed, Aisa playing on the radio–another Tuesday.

  He has to live through a couple more Tuesdays till he finally spots what he was searching for in the diner. Everyone eats and does the same thing every day, except one man. This man would always have pancakes, but today he ordered a different kind of syrup. 

Sam waited until the man walked out of the diner and quietly followed him, You and Dean not far behind. He corners the man in the alley and holds a stake up to his neck. Dean reflexively puts an arm out in front of you and puts you behind him. 

Sam grips the lapel of the man's shirt “I know it's you. You're the reason I keep living through Tuesday, watching him die again and again. I know you're a trickster, we've killed one before. One thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this and why isn't she affected”

Suddenly, the man's face shifts into the face of the trickster Sam was referring to “You two chuckle heads didn't kill me. I've gotta say, it's been quite fun killing Dean every day, but I didn't do this to hurt him, it's all for you. I'm trying to tell you, Sam, you can't save your brother. As for why she's not involved, I like her. She's not an asshole like you two.”

Sam grinds his teeth and digs the wooden stake farther into the trickster's neck “bullshit, I can save him. All I have to do is kill you for real, and this is all over”

The man puts his hands up in defense “Woah, we don't need to go that far. You found me, the joke is over” 

He snapped his fingers and Sam woke up in the motel again, but this time the radio played a different song “It's not Aisa”

Dean makes room for you to spit out your toothpaste in the sink “Yeah I know, this station sucks”

A large smile never left Sam's face as he got up and ready for the day. The smile vanished when he sent Dean and you to go put your bags in the car. He was finishing up in the room when he heard a gunshot and a scream from the parking lot. He rushes outside and finds you cradling Dean's lifeless body. You look up at Sam as he approaches with tears and snot running down your face.

After that day, things had really changed. Your dad was gone and Sammy was different. You thought you could mourn with him but he was just so disconnected. It didn't take long for him to ditch you, saying that it was important and too dangerous for you to come with him. You knew what that meant, you knew he was going to Ruby. You know he thought you were going to go to Bobby, that you would be taken care of, but you just couldn't. You couldn't live in that house, it reminded you too much of your dad.

You had just started wondering, looking for something, a sign or anything, that would tell you what to do next. It didn't take long because, a couple hours later, you heard people talking of the most insane thing happening to them. You knew that it had to be the trickster, you could feel it in your gut. You used the skills your dad had taught you to find him. Although you had been searching for him, You were only able to meet him again by complete accident–running into him on the street. 

You were minding your own business while you were walking till, by the grace of god, you made eye contact with the trickster. You pause, making sure it's really him, before quickly approaching him. He looks a little shocked to see you,but not unhappy “Hey kid, what are you doing by yourself”

You look down at your feet before looking back at him “Dad’s dead, Sam left”

He awkwardly pauses for a sec then mutters under his breath “Oh, shit” He puts one arm around your shoulder and starts leading you towards an apartment. “Is it ok if you stay with me”

You nod “Yeah, I mean, who else would I stay with”

He keeps his arm around you until you make it to the front door and he unlocks it with both arms, motioning for you to go inside “Make yourself at home. I got food in the fridge, an extra bed, and there's a dog here somewhere. If you need or want anything, just tell me–I have my ways of getting shit. If you wanna talk, I'm available anytime I'm not messing with someone. Oh and, my name's Gabriel by the way”

You sit down on the couch next to him after he finishes his introduction “Thank you, really. I had somewhere else I could go to but I had too many memories of my dad there.”

He lazily spreads out on the couch and nods in agreement, “You don't have to explain that to me, I totally get it. I would be living with my family but there's just too much going on there too. I mean, don't even get me started on the family drama”

You start becoming more comfortable and relax on the couch “Please, I feel like I'm the queen of family drama, My uncle left me after my dad died to go kanoodle with a demon”

His jaw drops “Are you serious, that bitch! You deserve better. I should have messed with him more”

You sigh in exhaustion “I don't even wanna think about it right now. You need to tell me your drama so I forget about mine”

He immediately starts unloading “Oh, where do I even start? My brothers have always been fighting but it kinda died down for a while, but now they're at it again. And whenever they fight, it's always messy, they hurt other people and it's just annoying.” 

“Oh, I hate a messy fight. People need to learn to control themselves” You reply

He nods in agreement “Tell me about it. That's why this time, I'm not picking a side. I'm gonna stay out of it till it dies down. It's just frustrating because nobody else tries to stop it, they just pick a side and go with it. My dad has just given up, he is nowhere to be found”

Your eyes widen “Omg he ditched you guys, that's crazy messed up. I think it would be worse if my dad left, at least when he died it wasn't his choice. I guess that's why it hurt so much when Sam left”

Gabriel takes a deep breath “You know, talking it out actually feels better than I thought it would”

You take a second to think before responding “It actually does. I haven't really talked to anyone since everything happened and I already feel way better”

He gives you a mischievous smile “You know what would make this even better? Booze.”

sorry for any typos

@areswasneverhere

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe / GN!Reader - Random Headcanons abt the Chain :)

Part 1 (ur here!) / Part 2 / Part 3

Sun: Gender Neutral! Reader (you/they/them), Guide Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: First, Sky, Four, Legend

Comets & Meteors: Content: None Known & Triggers: None Known.

U have a lot of Nicknames: Guide, Hero's Guide, Prince, Princey, Star, (more to be added?).

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First (Manga!Link):

Has "too good" of posture lol

It makes his back stiff and by the time he's in his bedroll he's confused about why it feels better, silly silly man

Just in general tenses his muscles too often, so whenever u offer to massage him, he nearly crumbles on the spot

(the others know exactly how amazing ur massages are, and are fully staring at him in jealousy lol)

Gets little rips and tears in his clothing all the time somehow??

Even tho he wont have a scratch acc on him after hours of battle???

mans could be flying around Skyloft with only clouds touching him and come back pouting telling you he ripped his scarf again :'(

Likes to be slightly in front of you most of the time, especially in new places/other Links' Hyrules

It just makes him feel better knowing he's both protecting you, and that you're watching his back

(Most Links feel at their best/most confident when your voice can be heard just over their shoulder, not that they don't love seeing ur face now too)

Sky (Skyward Sword Link):

Is slowly making everyone he knows a collection of wooden figurines

He usually carves when he's bored or stressed

so needless to say this mission of the Shadow (slow going, stressful at times like Twi getting hurt)

Has made him give u an army of little wooden figures (everyone else gets a small collection bc ur the first he gives one to)

Did i say give? Excuse me, i meant:

sneaks them as a little surprise into your belongings or clothing or other personal effects

This started bc after a week or two of him giving you wooden things you tried to reroute him to other ppl,

so Sky just made it his mission to see how many he can sneak instead onto you on any given day lmao

(Also he may or may not have daydreamed abt being able to carve u things and actually physically give them to you on his adventure before, so he's taking advantage of being able to now)

Has luscious hair at all times, little to no effort, Wars is so pissed abt it lol

Mf responded when asked what products he used (by poor Wars too) with, "wym?? With water??? And soap????"

Never ties his boot laces

You will all be gearing up for battle and go to stalk and stealth kill monsters and right before u get up on them u always have to look over at Sky's shoes and whisper at him to tie them

Is the most likely to plant face first into the ground or trip and fall on his ass from shoes untying

He just didnt need to with being in the clouds on his Loftwing all the time back on Skyloft and so he never rlly adapted to that even on the surface lol

He's also just miserable at doing a decent knot so you've taken to teaching him repeatedly how to tie them-

why didnt the knight academy help with this at all actually??

(Wind makes fun of him be hes a sailor and knows like 10+ knots)

Four (Four Swords/Minish Cap Link):

Loses his tools constantly

Well not really "lose" so much as "slightly misplace"

It drives him crazy, the Minish used to help him with it back in his Hyrule so he got out of the habit of putting things back where they belong

You've gotten to the point where you'll glance over wherever he's working so the next time he comes up to u complaining abt a lost hammer or smth u immediately just "should be over by the fire"

And ur right, 99.9% of the time its so funny

Bc Four's all like "wtf ive moved around so much since then i took all the other tools with me- MF. U WERE RIGHT."

Is rlly good at like color matching, comes in handy for new outfits

Also has aches and pains like in his hands and arms mostly

Bc of all the forge work, and absolutely treasures any massages u offer him

Likes to wear matching jewelry with you! Like earrings or piercings or necklaces etc

Also has good taste in jewelry and what looks good on everyone + you

Legend (Link to the Past, Link's Awakening etc):

Unfortunately the type of person to just shove things in his bag willy nilly

Its the horder tendencies, he just has a lot of stuffs so he gave up trying to organize it

Actually really good at styling hair, Legend would absolutely lie abt it if u asked but he can spend as much time on his hair as Warrior

Likes to experiment with new clothes, like skirts or bright colors, esp if they match some of his clothes already

U ran by some makeup one time in another Hyrule and he knew how to use it rlly well??

Lies abt random skills he has, or like thinks skills he already has can translate well,

like he's rode a horse before wym he can't drive Wild's motorcycle??

Or fly a Loftwing???

Well now its a challenge

Tbh most competitive over stupid things randomly out of all the Links besides Wild, Wind, Wars, and occasionally Hyrule + Sky + Time

Got challenged to try and go shield surfing with u once and thought that horse-riding skill would transfer and it did in fact Not.

Actually kinda scared the other Links watching u two spin out and crash ngl, what with doing an accidental backflip? Midair??

but u both were okay somehow???

Also weirdly lucky, u stg he's got some sort of ring or blessing for that

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IT ACCIDENTALLY POSTED I FUCKING HATE TUMBLR ITS DONE THIS TO ME MULTIPLE TIMES NOW 😭😭

All the Links WOULD HAVE been here if it werent for fucking tumblr

Ill post more parts soon if anyone is interested

Peace out,

🌙

[unlimitedhearts]

Spn rewatch live blog Season 6

Episode 5 - Live Free or Twihard

Its occurring to me that if I went missing because of a vampire nonsense thing the boys wouldn't be able to get into my laptop. Password too strong.

Dad Dean is hilarious I love him. "Mmbop your way outta here. And use a condom!" Please.

"Sorry pal I don't play for ur team." Yeah you're on Team Angel and Team Lisa Braeden specifically

Soulless Sam is so ridiculous for a lot of reasons - but letting Dean injest Vampire Blood is ridiculous even for the Plot or whatever.

(Vampire Dean would go so hard tho)

If Cas was in this episode and Dean heard his heartbeat around him??? Please. I would actually die

I genuinely feel like Soulless Sam arc is why a lot of people hate Sam. Like bro it's not his fault the writers had nowhere for his character to go.

The breakup scene is so fucking heartaching. Dean deserved so much better... and because the writers wanted to have their cake and eat it they cockteased us with keeping Lisa around. Like i almost wish they'd just kill her and Ben off instead of dangling a half happy life in front of Dean like a carrot.

The way Dean looks when "Boris" says "They've reinvented us like Prince Charming with a Volvo." Akjfjejf he's half impressed for a second.

Dean you're in a vampire Den surrounded. Why did you uncapctge Dean Mans Blood right then and there. You have braincells. I know you do. Use them.

I know he went full DoomGuy with a knife in there afterwards (hot btw) but still.

We wish for a lot of things when we watch this show. I can imagine how many posts ive seen wanting things to be different at so many different points in this show. But Season 6 really takes thr cake for "I really wish things were different."

It wouldn't have taken gymnastic level writing to write Lisa off but Dean leaving MID transformation before Samuel even showed up to help (with a convenient family recipe... Whoda thunk...) is monumental levels of bad writing.

I cant even BLAME her for kicking Dean to the curb. If he'd just held out a little longer then it would have been fine. I'm so ANGRY at the writing choices made this fucking season. Not enough Jacting Joices could have saved it.

5 episodes we got. With Dean and Lisa. 5. Like are you for FUCKING real? You couldn't have writers good enough to find a way to keep her in the show. Have the tension growing between them as he continues this job. MEETING CAS. Please 🙄

Once again tho. Vampire!Dean and Cas would have gone MONUMENTALLY hard.

[tom-is-online]

srry if you've alr answered this but-

top 5 covers + comms?? :333

I haven't been asked this before actually lmao, I gotta think about this one.

5. Jumpin' Over - R-906

its my fav non VBS song, its literally so fucking good, the 2dmv is fucking amazing, its just so cute and whimsical and i rly like when they use the characters names in lyrics. so awesome tysm mmj. literal peak keep it up girls

4. Ultra C - GIGA x Teddyloid x Reol

I love this song so much. I am a HUGE giga and teddyloid and reol fan its insane. Giga is my fav producer and they did such a fucking good job on this song it is fucking insane. The 2dmv is fucking crazy the designs everyone has. the lyrics are so fun and VBS sounds fucking great on it. its all so fucking good.

3. Daybreak Frontline - Orangestar

Ill be so real. I cried the first time i heard this fucking cover and I could not tell you fucking why. It was the last cover that game on eng before i started to pay attention to jp properly, i did not know this even existed before it came out on eng even tho i paid enough attention at the time to have known. But i used to listen to the cover on my bus to college last year like when the sun would rise. it did irreparable damage to me. its just so fucking good as well.

2. Fuel - Utsu-P

BURN MORE THATS WHAT I WAS BORN FOR! The metal song i needed for VBS and my fav commissioned song in the game right now. I felt before I liked it the most cuz of recency bias. But it still hasn't gone away... It's still like my favourite. It's just so good. The mv sends me into a fucking creative spiral its not even FUNNY. The instrumental is fucking insane. I'm also just a massive Akito guy so that also helps. but everyone sounds so fucking good on this song man its insane. I don't think i listened to another song for the first week after it came out and I fear the day it gets added to spotify.

Egoist - Parsley Onuma

Egoist was THE song that got me back into vocaloid so many years ago, it holds a rly special place in my heart for that so there's a little bias. On top of that this song is SO GOOD for VBS, don't get my started on the lyrics. ALSO THE 2DMV IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE. they got a fucking graffiti artist on this shit. THATS SO COOL? THEY GOT A GUY ON TO DO THAT??? Its literally so fucking good and nobody CARES and it KILLS ME the 3dmv is also very cool esp for when it came out.

I am egoists #1 defender. I will go insane.

Also im bored and nobodys ever gonna ask so here's my top 5 for all of the units cuz fuck it yknow. vvvvv

LEONI:

Voices - Yuyoyuppe

Peaky / Peaky - mikitoP

Tokyo Teddy Bear - Neru

Regulus - Yuuyu

Kaisei - Orangestar

MMJ: (minus jumpin' over)

Momoi no Kagi - iyowa

Fun!! - Deco*27 x iyowa

Kyu Kurarin - iyowa

Anti You - Chinozo

Override - Yoshida Yasei

VBS: (besides the ones above cuz that feels like cheating)

Moonlight - Tatsuya Kitani + Harumaki Gohan

One Sheep - Peg

Cinema - Ayase

YY - 23.exe

Fire Dance - DECO*27 x GIGA

WXS

At Gods Mercy - Rereulili

CYBER PUNK DEAD BOY - Maiki P

Theme of Niccori Survey Team - Wonderful Oppotinity

Konton Boogie - Yon-YAKITORY

Kyo-fu all back - Yukopi

NIIGO

Heat Abnormal - Iyowa

Kitty - Tsumiki

I am rain - Inabakumori

Shadow shadow - Azari

Engeki - Nanou

learning here i like iyowa more than i thought i did.

ok thanks for letting me ramble :) hope any of this was interesting if not then idc i had fun :)

uhhh lmk ur thoughts on this??? ig? feel free to rb ur top 5s :p

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

me n the outsiders show are in like a toxic relationship. the lows are SO low. but the highs are the best thing I've ever seen. (POST WATCH ME NOTE. THIS EP WAS A HIGH. A VERY HIGH HIGH) anyways. the bullshit continues. ep 10 (? I honestly lost track) tequila sunset notes🙂‍↕️

intro continues to fuck next question.

also. this is unrelated to anythin I just realized somethin. Tim n Darry in the show literally have the 'I could fix him but whatever is wrong with him is WAY funnier' except they BOTH thunk that

still on good ol 240p :( I wish someone would make a higher definition version of at LEAST the best intro of all time

is tim buyin a new car?? OH 'I promised I'd come look at this truck for darry' huh. ok. husband behavior but whatever.

tim n his ugly ass fuck ass glasses. if I were darry I'd BURN them things

tim is also cartoonishly short compared to like half the men in this show. I think like soda. is the only one shorter than tim.

FUCK ASS FEDORA??? TWO BIT. WHAT IS THAT HAT.

everytime two doesn't have something funny to say everyone needs to pipe down. that's my kid. n you've upset him. so now I gotta kick your ass.

if pony was an emoji he'd be this one 👁👁 he's just always lookin. nosy ass kid (affectionate)

Two's runnin? a bettin sceme? wait what is it FOR tho? Steves drag race?

the fact that the gang is always askin pony about the books he's readin is so important to me. n he's always makin them recommendations they won't read but he's actually thought about. aough.

guys no captions again n they're MUMBLIN

steve just said somethin to Soda n soda whipped around n just started open palm whackin em. every time these boys giggle n wrestle n whack each other around I gain 5 years on my life.

oh two's doin SPORTS bettin for their school team

wait the show made Steve canonically drop out too? huh I always thought Steve still wait to school. ok wait comin back to this cause I had to check but yeah the book implies Steve still goes to school. but the SHOW had him be a drop out too.

soda is against the school sports gamblin?? why??? this feels like it'd be right up his alley

pony reachin through the car window to fuck up two's hair before he leaves aww

is tim gonna cheat with this married woman. wowww. what about his husband. what about darry.

'you oughtta join. meet a nice girl.' 'I already did. a long time ago.' they really went. ok. we have give no love interest to tim or darry. whatever they got goin on is rapidly leavin subtext. we gotta do somethin about this.

two is so crazy. homie is tryin to get some guy to fix the game everyone is bettin on. also. he needs to lose this hat. now.

OH. two owes these guys money. that's why he's doin the bettin thing. ok.

two bit gettin pissed. ohhhh. this is so important to me. let this man get mad. let him not be funny. let him find his breakin point n walk right over it.

AOUGH. IN THE SHOW TWO DOESNT DRINK. AGHHHHH. APUGH. we'll or rather he doesn't drink that often. pony says as much. aoughhh.

TIM IN HIS FUCK ASS SUITTTT

'go on Darry. tell em why I'm wearin your suit n brand new shoes' *the vilest up n down look over from Darry. most jealous ass line delivery ive ever heard from a man* 'church'

'tim shepards goin to CHURCH' pony is CACKLIN biggest cheesiest smile I've EVER seen

darry is actually not beatin the jealous allegations even a little bit. this whole scene is doin NOTHIN to convince me

'hey mathews! Just wanna remind you it's great to be alive man!' tim shoutin at two while he's got the nastiest hangover knocked out on the couch

'is he really going to church?' 'yeah. but not to find god' darry the man you are. he's so funny.

TIM N HIS SQUEAKY ASS SHOES. everyone in that church was givin him the MEANEST side eye

'I gotta run over to the bowlin alley for a while. guy rentin the shoes called in sick' what the HELL does that line mean. either. a. pony works at the bowlin alley n we have literally never heard about this before. or. b. pony just runs around coverin for people's shifts. n I dunno which is funnier.

the way two just. lies. so smoothy. aough. my son. 'hey if you're in some kinda trouble-' 'not to worry ponyboy' aough. they just care abiut each other.

also. off topic. but the way two says ponyboy is so interestin to me. need to study his accent. the y in pony is like. an implication. he doesn't even really pronounce it. he somehow makes ponyboy into a 2 syllable word just by drawin it out all weird. sorry. side tracked. I fuckin love accents man.

two goin to shoot a basket n just. fully missin. apugh. I love that kid.

also this guy two's tryin to convince to fix the game plays basketball right. n two just said. 'you're the lucky one. you got this. you might even get out. go to college'. dare I say. mason mccormick. actually. or even Darry curtis core.

awww two shot again n made it in this time. n he also said 'man I still got it' like he didn't miss so embarrassingly bad 10 seconds ago.

'well everyone loved your shoes n your suit' 'really🥺' tim save those big ass wet eyes for DARRY.

'as we all know. Jesus was just a simple carpenter' 'yeah n look where that got em' god DAMN. every so often they have a line that just goes insanely hard.

'two bit what's goin on?' 'I'm scared ponyboy' YES YES YES LET THEM ADMIT THEIR FEELINS PLEASE GOD BOOM SHAKALAKA YAS LORD

pony shakin his head in disappointment while two tells him about his gamblin problems like literally last episode he didn't say 'I won't bet!' n Darry side eyed the hell out of him n went 'like LAST time' this is clown to clown communication

'pony this is my worry not yours' 'nuh uh I'm gonna go get Darry soda n Steve' pony really said since when has anythin ever been individual round here. were practically the communist party. YOUR worry. try again. yeah. OUR problem

two only pronounces ponys full name when he's upset

'everyone thinks I'm the fun guy yeah. the clown? that ain't me' TWO BIT MATHEWS THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOUUU. YOU COULD NEVER BE JUST FUNNY BEER MAN TO ME IN EVERY UNIVERSE

'sometimes I wake up in the mornin I'm so scared my stomach gets all nervous. I thought the alcohol would make me feel less' I'm goin to throw the fuck up. two bit mathews. Jesus. fuck. my god. that's my baby.

'wherever you're goin. lemme go with you' AOUGHHG. THEY CARE SO MUCH ABIUT EACH OTHER. PONYS GONNA HELP TWO LEARN TO READDDDD. IM GONNA BE SICKKKK

two listenin to the game alone in his car. drinkin. I'm sick to my stomach. someone help that poot boy.

why are tim n darry completely full side pressed against each other at the bar top 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓️

sick of seein tim n this girl. go back to your husband tim.

ohh no fuck. two's team lost. oh no. augh. oh no my baby.

SODA TRIED OUT FOR THE BASKETBALL TEAM N GOT ON BUT GOT KICKED OFF FOR SMOKIN

the way. two can just lie so easily. like soda asks where he's been when he was in his car spiralin n two lies so smoothy soda just. swallows it. aough.

aough. uh. two is drivin drunk with Soda n these two girls in the car. mama. I fear there's no way this ends well.

OVER tim n this GIRL. look. I like her. her characters actually real interestin. but tim. go back to Darry please.

'I'm just as good as she is!' 'yeah. we're both as good as anybody' two I fear yall are not talkin about the same thing even a little

NOOO THEYRE JUMPIN MY BABY TWO CALLIN OUT FOR SODA BEFORE HE COLLAPSES?? just SHOOT me already AOUGH

the cops show up n sodas like layin on the ground n the cops got a flashlight on him n he is like?? servin insanely hard. comes by that shit naturally I guess. somethin about the curtis brothers the second the cops try to talk to them they pull out the most lethal face cards know to man

one. darry lecturin soda n two while they're both absolutely poutin on the couch. two. two bits got darrys shit on. three. pony is also just there. I fear these boys are incapable of stayin out of each other's business.

'I've known you a long time two bit. what's with the drinkin?' AOUGH. AGH. OUGH. OUCH.

OH PONYS GONNA TELL SODA N DARRY WHATS GOIN ON WITH TWO

'pony told me n darry about the gamblin. wanna talk about it?' THEY CARE SO MUCH ABOUT EACH OTHER🗣 THEY ARE SO GENTLE WISH EACH OTHER🗣 AOUGH

two bits whole monolouge about. gamblin. n his mom. n school. n not belongin. n lettin soda hold him while he cries ohhhh. yeah. uh. um. excuse me. I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna lose my mind actually. like. ah. ok. hmm

DARRY N PONY WENT TO A DRAG RACE TOGETHER AWWW

'I'm better off with you outta my life.' 'yeah ok I deserved that' n then soda poutily stompin up the stairs

there ain't NO way they're gonna make me watch two get jumped for a THIRD TIME. Jesus he looks so SCARED. my BABY.

youre gonna jump THIS FACE?? my fuckin SON??

oh his homes rollin up nevermind. he brought the posse. if i was gonna jump someone n then the whole curtis gang n tim rolled up?? yeah hard pass. nevermind!!

TIM SODA N DARRY SPEAKIN UP FOR TWO APUGHHHH THE WHOLE GANG HUGGIN HIM. APUGHHHH. MY BABY.

'two swears he will never drink or gamble again. so far we're takin his good ambitions. one day at a time' GUYS I FEAR I GIGGLED

PONY HELPIN TWO LEARN TO READ DEAR GOD IM GONNA BE SICK THEM CURLED UP ON THE COUCH TOGETHER IM WAILIN

'darry never did trade in the truck. he said dad did always want me to learn to drive on old red so we'll be keepin it. at least til then' GUYS GIMME A SINGLE BREAK IM GONNA LOSE IT

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Reason why I love the The Sunbearer Duology by Aiden Thomas:

SPOILERS FOR CELESTIAL MONSTERS (nothing too major as I'm not that far in)

1. Canonically LGBTQIA+ characters who's identity is not plot relevant also canonically deaf character:

Teo - trans male main character who has experienced dysphoria in the form of his wings, his wings were originally a brown colour which was the colour of the female birds (i forgot what specific kind of bird) which led to him getting a binder made to bind his wings so he wouldn't have to see them tho in the book they do change to the male colour (colour u see on the covers of the books)

Xio - trans/non binary (Ive seen images of an updated character card with the nonbinary and he/they pronouns so I think an identity change of sorts happens in Celestial Monsters)

Ocelo - they/them enby

Xochi - trans female

Tierra - LGBTQIA+ in someway bc his daughter Niya has two dads and is the biological child of both from what I remember (Tierra is the god of earth btw)

Marino - canonically loves Dezi (idk if I just missed any hints but I may have misinterpreted their relationship in Sunbearer Trials as I thought they were close friends and was surprised to find this out when Reading Celestial Monsters)

Dezi - canonically deaf and uses sign language (I p sure there's been mentions of someone interpreting from him)

2. It's mexican inspired which I think is cool like I've heard of foods I didn't know about before because of Sunbearer Trials (tempted to go through and search up the different foods mentioned) I've also learned the Spanish words for god (dios), goddess (diosa), and demigod (semidios and semidiosa) also I read this book after reading PJO & HoO (yes demigods and a trans mc are big reason why I got the book) so getting to hear about non greek & roman gods was nice

3. I like how each of the gods cities have differences that make them feel unique like Niya's home has mountains and stuff (srry don't remember much abt it or even it's name) while Teo's home Quetzlan is in a forest and has birds everywhere (not surprising considering his mom Quetzal is goddess of birds) Also the cities belonging to the Golds (group of some of the gods in this book) are more developed and closer to the middle where sol city is meanwhile the Jades have their cities closer to the edge and the places belonging to the Obsidians are all group together far from sol city and away from the other cities

4. VINE REFERENCE AND MENTION OF FANFIC!!!

Niya makes a two bros chilling in a hot tub reference in Sunbearer Trials and in Celestial Monsters Auristela says the word fanfic

Proof: