#yh idk these just came to my head

[faaun]

ended up at a quebecois gay bar lol. anyway updates

[imagintheworldaway]

Here we go again

A/N idk how to even label this one??? kinda short, kinda happy, kinda sad, all over and plucking at my heart strings !!

this is also a kind of non specific one so i guess you could insert whoever !

Requests: Open

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My eyes darted around, watching the crowd filled with my friends laughing, drinking and dancing. I tapped the empty pint glass that was in front of me on the table when I heard the seat next to me scratch across the floor. “Hey stranger” a sweet voice said, causing my head to whip around and meet the gaze of an all too familiar face. She set a full pint glass in front of me whilst sipping on her own. “Penny for your thoughts?” she said, nodding towards the drink she had offered me. I moved my hand to grasp the full glass, taking a quick swig before angling my body towards her. “This is just crazy” I sighed, taking her in. Her hair was tucked behind her ears and she was wearing a light blue silk dress, simple, but it suited her. “I know, two weddings in one year” she laughed, circling the lip of her glass. “Just shows we’re getting older” she carried on biting her lip, looking over as the song changed and the crowd cheered. 

A low chuckle escaped my chest. “Remember, when i’d call you up every Saturday night, we would always be the last two walking home” i reminisced on the past. “I always remember watching the sun rise behind the skyscrapers, walking along the Thames, saying it now it sounds so romantic” she smiled looking back at me. I laughed, “yh, i’m sure the residents being woken up by our dreadful singing every sunday morning really saw the romance in it all”. I watched as a small blush formed beneath her makeup. “God, we were so oblivious,” she laughed. “No we were happy” I smiled sadly at her.gently covering her hand that now rested on the table with my own, squeezing lightly, like i used to. 

I remembered those nights. She would always say we were taking it easy, then after each round we both became more bold. I wasn't the most socially confident person but when i was with her, the crowd of other young adults having fun, the loud thumping music, the glare of the strobe lights, it all went away with the way her body swayed to the beat, the rhythm controlling her as she danced like she was the only person in the room. Slowly our friends would peel away, until we were the only two left, being kicked out the club. She would hold my hand as we drunkenly sang and danced down the river's edge. Every week would be the same, she would stop and watch the sunrise, as I watched the golden rays illuminate her face. She would tell me how beautiful it is and I would always agree. She would turn and with the confidence only alcohol could give us she would kiss me. We would be content in each other's company, our weekly routine would be the highlight for the both of us. We would act normal for the rest of the week, a normal non-labelled couple, until saturday night rolled around again and she would show up at my door, a bottle of that weeks poison in her hand, a cheeky grin on her face and she would always say ‘here we go again’. 

“They were good times” I broke the silence, sounding more sheepish than I had intended. “Yes, good memories” she trailed, re-tucking her hair that had fallen in front of her face. Sometimes it's easy to just focus on the good, but truly that's all we had. Nothing bad ever really happened. We never argued, only bickered, and our routine only stopped because we both had more career oriented commitments. I was doing more shoots and so was she. From weekly outings to monthly, to once in a blue moon to a complete halt. 

I was unapologetically staring at a face that hasn't really changed much over the years when a large hand was present on her shoulder. “Wanna dance?” A deep voice caught my attention as I looked up and reality came crashing down, making me feel rigid, my lungs were tight and my once comforting grip on her hand fell back to my side. Her cheeky smile that used to only be reserved for me appeared as she met the intense gaze of the man. She stood up taking the man's hand before turning back to me. She placed a soft hand on my shoulder, the diamond ring glinting in the light. “It was so nice to see you,” her soft voice said as she squeezed my shoulder and lingered a little too long. I was stunned for a second. “Oh yh, and congrats by the way” I said, the hurt in my voice a little to present, nodding to her hand. “Thank you” she said a little too quickly, glancing at the ring before sighing a little. The moment went as she plastered on a big smile and turned to her fiance “here we go again” she giggled as I watched him drag her to the dancefloor.

[waglifeornolife]

Omg I was looking at tweets about Klopp leaving in class and the boy who sits next to me looked over at my phone and like made a big gasping noise and was like “nah noooo” even tho he’s a culer and he like put his head down for a good 5mins and then he lifted his head again and was like crying a bit and he like looked super sad so I like started crying (idk why i don’t even know this kid that well to be crying with him) and like so we were just like sitting there staring at my phone in silence with tears streaming down our faces and our teacher came over was like “are you two okay??” And we were like “why wouldn’t we be” and he just said “you guys are leaning on one another with your heads down and you’ve got tears down your faces�� so Yh that was a bit awkward

awwwhhh 🥹😭

it’s a sad day for football, not just in england but around the world. one of the best managers in the world is leaving the best league in the world, it’ll be hard to succeed such a personality 🫶🏼

[sadiiomane10]

your top5 fav songs from the 90's 😊🎧

ooooo um 

 gangsta’s paradise, iris, waterfalls, 2pac-changes and dear mama

[transgirlcharlie]

i feel like that 'smelly cat' song from friends describes charlie kelly....same energy......................smelly rat

[starryevermore]

Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though!

baby murdock ✧ matt murdock

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request: Idk if your still up for a Matt Murdock request. I did see it on my dash and I have no clue when you posted it 😅 but maybe just domestic fluff after coming back from a mission and just …fluff? Idk if you’ve done that already or similar but yh. Sorry if there’s another post saying you aren’t taking Matt Murdock or Foggy requests anymore. Hope you’re doing well though! - anon

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 926

warnings?: fluff, pregnancy announcement, not proofrad

note: thank you so much for sending this request in!! im doing well, and i hope you are too! 

The rustling around the apartment woke you up. You let out a yawn, stretching your limbs out, forcing your tired eyelids open to see your beloved husband, Matt, stumble in from a long night of crime fighting. Matt was usually quiet when he came in, but tonight he was a little heavier on his feet, uncharacteristically bumbling around as he searched for the first aid kit. You watched him for a moment, waiting for him to acknowledge that you were awake, before you realized he was a little too out of it. You pushed yourself off the couch, walking his way. 

Matt’s head snapped in your direction, a frown on his face. “I told you, you don’t have to wait up every night for me. You deserve your rest.”

“If it makes you feel better, I did fall asleep.”

“On the couch?” Matt questioned. “That’s hardly a good place for you to sleep. We have a nice, big bed for a reason. You should use it.”

“It feels too big without you in it, honey.” You bent down, fishing the first aid kit out of the bottom cabinet and set it on the kitchen counter. “C’mon, lemme patch you up.”

Matt took a seat on one of the nearby stools, his eyes fluttering shut as you applied the disinfectant to his wounds, letting out a quiet hiss at the stinging contact. You set the disinfectant down and took the Neosporin, squeezing some out onto the tip of your finger, rubbing it on the cuts, before applying a bandaid. As you finished up, he asked, “Why did you wait up for me?”

“I had news for you,” you said. “I was gonna tell you as soon as I found out, but I wanted to see your reaction when I told you.”

His brows furrowed together. “So, it’s something good then?”

“Very, very good,” you said, unable to stop the smile from spreading on your face. “If this was a movie or something, I’d grab your hand and put it on my belly, but that feels a bit ridiculous since you wouldn’t be able to feel anything.”

Matt’s jaw dropped, his eyes widening. Then, the shock quickly melted into joy, that giant ear-to-ear grin taking over his entire face. He nearly fell off the stool as he started to get up. You reached out, letting him tug you into his strong arms, squeezing you so tight you thought you might pop. “We’re having a baby? You’re having my baby?” he whispered. 

“Just found out this afternoon. It was one of those at-home pregnancy tests, so we should still go to the doctor and get one of their fancy tests to make sure it’s not a false positive or something, but…yeah, we’re having a baby!”

“We need to start baby-proofing the apartment! The baby’ll be here soon, and things get busy, and that’s really, really important. Especially the kitchen, can’t have our baby getting into anything dangerous,” Matt babbled. “We need to get a crib, too. Oh, where should we put that? We should start putting together a baby registry, too, for the baby shower. Who should we invite to that? And—”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his. He let out a quiet noise, before leaning into the kiss. Then, you pulled away, laughing under your breath. “I haven’t seen you this frazzled since you proposed to me.”

“That’s not true. I was just as frazzled at the wedding!”

“And then Foggy got you drunk and you climbed on a table and started belting the chorus to Can You Feel the Love Tonight.”

“The Lion King is a classic!”

“I don’t question that,” you laughed. “What I am questioning is why that’s the song you chose to sing in front of all of our friends when everyone already knew we’d be having sex for the next week while on our honeymoon.”

Matt’s face tinted pink, ducking his face down to hide in the crook of your neck. “Shh, you shouldn’t say that word in front of our baby. They can probably hear you.”

“What, hear me say the word sex? The baby doesn’t even have ears until, like, the twelfth week or something!”  You shook your head, another laugh escaping you. “Can you believe it? We’re finally gonna become parents.”

“I can hardly wrap my mind around it. And—oh, shit. We need to call Foggy,” Matt mumbled, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. “He said he’d give me the cold shoulder for the rest of my life if I didn’t call him the second I knew he was gonna be an uncle.”

You snorted, shaking your head, carding your fingers through his hair. “He does know he’s not technically an uncle, right?”

“He knows he’ll be the godfather and that’s good enough for him.”

“What if I said Frank or Luke get to be the godfather?”

“I think we’d get to see Foggy try and fight them, and I don’t wanna see the poor guy lose like that,” Matt said. 

“Fine, your best friend can be the godfather,” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of Matt’s head. “But I get to pick the godmother.”

“We both know it’ll be Karen.”

“Shh! That was supposed to be a surprise!”

And, for the rest of the night, you and Matt (and Foggy, too, on the phone) talked about Baby Murdock and what the future would hold, and you couldn’t wait for all of it to come true. 

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Take my KH 3 nonsense dump. I was playing and this is all what came out (no proofreading):

Pete telling Sora that he’s weaker than he was before and how they should just finish him here…oh boy…that’s gotta hurt.

AND THEN HIS SAD SIGH WHEN PETE AND MALEFICENT LEAVE??? YALL??? Sora baby😭

“It’s fine. I can take it.” Oh gosh….Sora it’s alright to not be okay. And then when Goofy asks him if what Pete said bothered him, he said, “It’s fine! I can take it.” He’s insisting it and his voice is louder, which means he’s sort of yelling it. He’s deflecting and not answering the actual question. AND THEN!! When Goofy and Donald said that he’s gonna get stronger, he said, “Dont say that!”

I’m not sure what he meant at this moment, but it’s clear that any mention about his strength being lost and if he’s “okay”, it bothers him and he keeps deflecting.

Then the woman that they saved said, “Keep training and maybe one day you’ll be like Hercules,” or somewhere along those lines. Sora looks at himself and says, “Is it that obvious?” And Donald gives him a little snark. “Just for you.” And Ik Donald doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s literally that concerned father that is protective and so is Goofy. I just think Donald has sass and he likes to do it with Sora and everyone around him! And Sora has his own sass, but I wonder if this actually hurt him? Maybe not as much as before with Pete and Maleficent, but it’s still gotta hurt, right?

Ooh Xigbar showed up and said that hearts are powerful when they’re connected and then, “But if you put too much of that power in one place, some of those hearts might end up breaking.” Hmm…I just keep thinking of Sora. How he has so much hope and power from his friends in his heart, but it’s so much and maybe his own heart will break at some point because he’s protecting others. I love every KH quote-

OR it could be how everyone else’s heart broke when Sora didn’t come back. So much power was put into Sora, but in the end he didn’t come home. So much to think about-

And when Xigbar leaves, Sora, once again looks so sad. It could be a thinking face, but it honestly looks like a puppy look. It looks like he’s truly sad and maybe sad mixed with confused. He did ask “wHoS hearts?” So he is confused, but I think he’s sad bc now he thinks he can’t stop it from happening. Which is something he wants to do! He wants this power to protect others, so hearing that he can’t do it and that maybe him even getting the power will make it happen must be a huge drag. And when Hercules is cheering him up, he looks up at him with that puppy look and takes a moment to put on a smile.

I keep wondering if any of these smiles are true. Like yh I believe Sora does get happy and believes in himself sometimes, but I wonder if some of these smiles are fake-

After the battle of the Titans, Sora says, “I’ll find my strength the same way you found yours.” And like…Hercules found his strength because Meg was in trouble, someone he loved the most. So…will he find his strength in the end of all of this when his precious person is in trouble? When Riku is in trouble? And didn’t he technically do that in the end of KH 3 when he’s chasing Riku’s heart? Because he was like using all of his power, using the power of old keyblade users to save his friends, and was worried for Riku the most. He tried to chase his heart (that was GOLD may I remind you. At least I think it was-) but remembered he had to save his friends. His precious person was in trouble first which led to him getting his strength back???

Or maybe he’ll get it again in the next game. He was lost, so imagine him finding Riku, almost losing him AGAIN, and gaining his strength back one more time to save him and make it home. Ik I’m making no sense but my mind is wandering.

“I remember my first time here. I was so scared.” Riku says. Idk of his first time was when he and Sora shut the door, but if it was then that’s so sad. He said goodbye to his best friend and then felt fear immediately and was so scared for his life AAAAAH. BUT THEN HE SAYS, “But now, my doubts and fears are gone. If anything, I feel exhilarated,” and then some more words about how it isn’t just the darkness in him but something different. And he’s like “Maybe it’s because you’re here with me this time.” And as if Mickey knew everything, he shakes his head and he jumps in with our favorite thing.

“It’s not me. I think it’s because you’ve finally found inside you that special strength to protect what matters. Sometimes you care so much for somebody that other feelings disappear. And then, there’s no room for fear or doubt.” AND LIKE YEAH IT COULD BE FOR AQUA SINCE RIKU WANTS TO SAVE HER BUT LIKE….

There’s no way he cares for her that deeply. He doesn’t even know her (I think). He knows what SHES done and how he needs to save her, but he doesn’t know her. But he knows Sora. He finally understands what he feels towards Sora, even if he is still a little confused, and uses that love to make it through this world. Sora’s belief in him (which was shown in KH 2 ending AND DDD) made him realize his strength and made him love him (as in Sora) even more!! And it made him stronger AAAAAH!!

AND THEN HE SAYS, “The strength to protect what matters. It reminds me of a promise I made.” And like yh it’s to Terra bc Riku makes it obvious but like AH. Imagine if he was referencing the promise he gave to Sora?? The one where he would protect him if any meteors came down??? Idk if that was a fic I read or something that actually happened BUT STILL!! AAAAH-

“But the closer I get, the hazier our connection feels,” is what Mickey said in relation to Aqua and like…hnnnng Sora and Rikuuuu….Sora kept getting closer to Riku in KH 1 and finding him and making him come to his senses, but it only made their connection more strained and hurt and AAAAH-

HE’S BACK AT THE BEACH HE WAS WITH SORAAAA!! AND UH OH HERES THE TORNADO OF HEARTLESS. Also, playing as Riku is so cool lkke yes go my boy. Use that darkness in you with the light and be amazing like you always are meant to be.

LIKE HE MOVES?? IN A BLUR OF PURPLE LIGHT WHEN YOU PRESS SQUARE?? LIKE YES RIKU!!!

And also I love how when you beat the heartless tornado, you still didn’t technically beat it and I find it hilarious. And how they swallowed Riku lol.

“But Aqua… Shes like Sora.” AND RIKU JUST FREAKS OUT LIKE “EXCUSE ME??” BUT ALSO!! When Mickey corrects himself and is like “Strong like Sora!” Riku is relieved to understand and he actually looks happy. He knows how strong Sora is and believes in that strength aAAAAH!!! He really believes Sora can do anything, so he believes Aqua can too.

[sevendeadlymorons]

Ok so I know it may not be the best timing for something like this but with the post you made about Satan’s birth being caused by Belphie ig it’s somewhat on topic? (It’s not but imma believe it is) It’s been in my head for a few days and I don’t wanna annoy my friends with it-

I’ve seen a few Villain!Micheal posts and a theory that Diavlo is evil which made me think about the possibility of Lilith actually being the evil one, I know it sounds crazy but just hear me out ok? (Spoiler warning)

So we know that pre-fall Lilith and Belphie both loved humans, so if the war could make Belphie hate humans enough to want to destroy the entire species I don’t think it’s such a stretch it could’ve done the same to Lilith. We know that after she was shot in the wing the deal was made and she was reincarnated as a human and got to live true rest of her life with the man she loved, but let’s face it back then women were not treated well at all. When she was an angel she thought this man was amazing, and it’s possible that he acted super nice to her at the time either to make her think well of him or because he knew she was an angel or someone high ranking. So once she actually got to be with him, he may have treated her horribly (we don’t know much about him so we can’t say much about who he was but I’m making it an extreme for the sake of the theory) at the time it may have not seemed bad to her cause she didn’t remember anything but after her death she regained her memories so I don’t think it’d be hard to believe she felt betrayed by the man. That could’ve been like an eye opener to how humans really acted to each other. She not only just went through a traumatic war and lost her family but the man she loved wasn’t who she thought he was. And since Lucifer and Diavlo were the ones who made her human she would’ve started hating them for putting her through that. She also could’ve gone on the same spiral as Belphie but since she was dead she couldn’t do anything about it so her anger just built up. Then MC came along, she saw an opportunity and got Lucifer to choose MC for the program. After the attic incident, it’s obvious knowing MC was Lilith’s descended flipped a switch in the brothers. People write a tons of angst on how MC feels like liliths replacement right? Well consider that concept but Lilith is the one who thinks she being replaced, that would’ve just thrown salt on the wound making her begin to resent her brothers now as well. We do know that Liliths spirit is watching over MC so this could be a explanation for why she never tries to help with anything, no warnings or advice for MC, nothing. Maybe at first she wanted MC to get close to her brothers so she could talk to them and try to make them as angry as her but then after the attic she just stayed with MC so she could infect MC with her anger and get MC to do what she wanted

Idk I just thought about this at 12am one night and at the time it felt like some amazing discovery lmao it’s just interesting to think about to me I know it doesn’t make much sense and sorry it’s so long I just needed to get it out of my system

I could ramble more about how Simeon will most likely fall from the celestial realm but I won’t

It’s late at night and now you’ve gotten me thinking about this. My head hurts reading this because just, wow, you really went into detail with this, huh? It makes sense but I’m way too stupid to think about this on your level lmaooo

I feel like you’re right but I have nothing else to really add to it. It may just be an amazing discovery yh perhaps 🤣🤣

What’s that about Simeon- 👀

[antigoneidk]

Concept: Tom and you have lazy parents sex lol and you’re having conversations through it “did you turn the washing machine on?” “Yh, did you iron the kids clothes ah fuck-” lmao idk why but this concept has me so soft and it’s so funny at the same time

Lazy boy|t.h.

a/n: thank you so much for your request love💞I'm sorry for any mistakes:)

warnings: bad written sex, a few bad words

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You had been awaken a while now, to get your housework done such as cleaning the toys all over the house, doing the dishes, putting your laundry. And you wanted to do more but all of them were sleeping and you didn't want to be the bad guy at this situation. So you went back to your bedroom, laying down to your bed and staring at the ceiling for a few moments, getting your thoughts and problems in order.

Your husband was sleeping next to you calmly.Or that's what you thought.

You turned your head to the side to make sure he wasn't awake but he had his eyes open looking to yours, his arms around his pillow.

"Why are you like that?"he asked and you now turned to him pulling closer the blanket to your body and cover half of your face.

"I don't wanna get up"you whispered, your voice deeper than usual.

"Then don't" he stretched his upper body, his veins popping up soon enough and you bit your lower lip at the view.

"But I have to, the kids need to finish their work" you growled. Even though you were always thankful for your two kids that you and Tom had brought to life and how little they were and innocent and just adorable, there were times like these you wished they were old enough to study by themselves.

"Babe. They can wait for a little longer" his hand reached your face rubbing your cheek. You closed your eyes at the sensation of his palm against your warn skin. You moaned at the pleasure without thinking of your action. He was now the one biting his lip, suddenly turned on by you.

You slightly opened your eyes and approached him to leave a kiss to his lips and with slow moves tried to get up. His arm around your waist stopped your movements and dropped you back to the bed, with him on the top of you.

You were lazy and felt that kind of tiredness someone's feeling after a nap, that you didn't have enough strength to push him away. And after all you enjoyed his idle wet kisses on your neck. He was sleepy, his eyes closed and his cheeks puffed, his hair a mess, looking cute.

He pulled your shirt just over your chest, exposing your nipples to the cold air for a moment, his tongue came in touch with one of them and started to play with it with rush.

"I need to wake them Tom" you ran your fingers through his curls and arched your back a little, liking the feeling. He didn't say a word as he continued his job, kissing your belly and getting lower and lower. In a matter of seconds your lower body was naked in front of him.

He slipped one finger inside you, making sure that you were wet enough for him and for his satisfaction and then he got rid of his sweatpants and underwear without wasting any of your time.

He got again in top of you kissing your lips. You legs wrapped his torso as you pulled his body near you, needing him more than ever.

"I thought you wanted to wake the kids"

"Shut up" you held back the moan you wanted to let out so desperately. You opened your eyes, his already admiring you and how weak all of the sudden you became. You hated that after all this years and still had this power to you.

The washing machine from the other room did a loud noise, and you found the chance to let out a moan too. He continued to grind into you, his breath tickling you, his one hand rubbing your other nipple slowly.

"Did you put the washing machine on?"he asked, moaning at the sensation of your walls around him

"Yes,see I did a lot of stuff,oh,as long as you,fuck,you were sleeping" you couldn't fight the joy you felt, even though the both of you were lazy for crazy things. Still, he send shivers down your spine, you trembling under him.

"What about you take now care of the kids huh?"your hands got tighter, pulling his curls and face back, him screaming your name and hitting you g-spot, the walls now spinning.

"I am not that patient and you know that first hand" you looked down,him already smirking at you.

"I cannot believe you Tom, uhh hell"you leaned back at your pillow, seeing stars from how good he made you feel. Sweat was dripping from your chest down to your belly.

"Um..did you iron the kids clothes..uhh fuck babe"he hit your spot once more, both of you getting closer to the edge.

"No why?"you asked raising your eyebrows.

"We have the party tonight y/n"

"What the hell, Tom" you screamed but none of you knew if this was a loud moan or you yelling at him.

"Fuck y/n I'm already close"his lips met yours in an effort to stop the sounds coming from your mouth, that otherwise it would be music to his ears and a blessing to hear you moaning his name.

"I'm.."you didn't get to finish your sentence as you got to your edge, your cum mixing with his, as he finished after you. He placed his head to your bare chest, his ear next to your heart that was bearing like crazy.

"That was fast"he said as his fingers began to doing circles to your

stomach. You stayed silent for a moment, trying to catch your breath before speaking.

"Get up"you demand suprising Tom.

"Why?"

"You have to iron the clothes my love. I can do this and studying with them at the same time"

[asingularbee]

thank you for the tag bestie !! @limbogoth

why did you choose your url? very odd reasoning for what is otherwise a normal url, but idk bees strike me as gender neutral in their vibes? ik theyre painfully gendered irl to survive, dont worry lol. and then the singular is a weird mashup of like me studying latin at the time i came up with it, and me living my life like that brain in A Wrinkle In Time??? yh i deeped it idk why

any sideblogs? yes, three currently working ones!! my jatp one is @oldsmobile-hotdogs , my kpop one is @fallincarat and my måneskin one is @searching-for-redemption . im also trying to get a six idiots one ( @they-smells-burnins ) off the ground but ill be honest im not sure how?

how long have you been on tumblr? last i checked, i joined sometime in 2015, probably shortly after seventeen debuted if my memories of what i used to post are anything to go by, and then i dipped after nipplegate (for numerous reasons, some nipple-related, some not) and then got back on here during lockdown 1? i wanna say? like april 2020? maybe?

do you have a queue tag? no lol, much to the chagrin of my moots sometimes

why did you start your blog? genuinely think it was for kpopblr. huh.

why did you choose your header? cuz my old one was jelly babies even though i cant remember enjoying a jelly baby so i thought it was about time i replaced it with a candy i actually liked

why did you choose your icon? its a picrew of me, and of all the ones ive tried it supplies like 11 more gallons gender euphoria than any others

what's your post with the most notes? powerpuff girls cw reboot bingo board 😔😔 (its clear as day on my top posts if you wanna see it)

how many followers do you have? 127 on this blog (why youre all here is beyond me but-)

how many people do you follow? hoo boy 336 different blogs (tbf quite a few of them are inactive and ive kept them for sentimental value)

have you ever made a shitpost? yeah but they vary in shitposty-ness iygm

how often do you use tumblr? too often 😃 its reached fridge status

did you have a fight/argument with a blog once? are we counting that spammy ghosts anon? if so yeah, tho there wasnt much [any] back and forth

how do you feel about "you need to reblog this" posts? they dont know my life, i remember when they used to circulate on instagram lgbtq+ help pages adminned by 12 teenagers (of which i was one, shout out pandragons 🤪) also sometimes theyre out of date or just plain wrong? anyway thats more to do with news values than tumblr. rest assured any reblog bait found on my blog is abt like cats being cute

do you like tag games? very much so! sometimes i dont feel up to them, but when i do i like getting on my little soapbox and sharing predetermined fun facts abt myself

which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? uhhh i cant narrow it down to one, off the top of my head @willexxmercer @owenmercers @flynns-eyeliner-my-beloved @plangentia @the-astro-ambassadors

do you have a crush on a mutual? no

no pressure tags: everyone already tagged and then also @lyxchen @k-padfoot39 @hvliophilia @anna-of-cleves

[whumpthisway]

Huck and Stephen - Provoked

OC Nonhuman Whumpee and OC Master fic

This is a series - link to 01. Masterpost here <3

A/N: This came from @newbornwhumperfly’s really good prompt: ‘excellent!!! i love daydreaming about poor huck 😩😩😩 so, we all know that huck has very low self-esteem & thinks they’ve conned stephen into a good impression of them, yeah? so does the sense of shame at their “undeserving” status ever overwhelm the pleasure huck gets from being treated kindly? like, have they “let” a situation happen where stephen would have to yell at or punish them for being the bad pet they know they are? if they did, would that plan work? 😈😈😈 - newbornwhumperfly’ Thank you for this!!! <3 <3 rly hope you like it, it ran away a bit with me and idk if it’s the tone you were looking for but yh >.< <3 This one is set to fit in sometime after Nighttime and Huck’s been living with Stephen for around a couple months. Again, please ask me for specific tags or warnings if you need them or I miss something :) Also, this one is dark in a mental way, as Huck’s in a pretty bad place, so pls read the warnings.

Content warnings: past abuse, self-harm, very very low self-esteem, panic, self-destructive behaviour

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(Huck POV)

With a belly comfortably full of pasta, Stephen’s gentle hand rubbing between their ears, and a blanket nestled over their back as they curled up on the sofa, Huck should’ve felt content. They shifted restlessly at Stephen’s side as he watched the same archaeology programme he watched every week, and almost always with Huck’s head resting against him. They’d become part of Stephen’s carefully maintained routines, and Huck was beginning to feel permanent.

“Getting bored?” Stephen muted his show as he turned to look down at them kindly and Huck looked back at him.

“No, Master.” The restless discomfort itching under their fur didn’t feel like boredom at all.

Stephen sighed a little, and Huck didn’t even flinch. “You don’t have to call me that, Hucky.”

Huck dropped their head and shrugged. They knew. But they’d forget their place completely if they stopped.

Stephen offered them a slight smile and rubbed a finger under their chin before he turned the sound back on for his show.

Huck settled for a while, before they couldn’t help but fidget again.

“You know you don’t have to stay, lad. Go do something else if you want, hm?”

Huck hummed back. They didn’t know what they wanted and just huffed and tried to stay still. But the blanket was too warm and they kicked it off, looking down at where it landed on the floor. They ought to pick it up and fold it; Stephen liked things neat, but they didn’t move, for reasons they couldn’t explain.

Stephen glanced over too, and Huck felt his slight tension in how his hand paused in Huck’s fur. For the first time in a long while, Huck’s heart up-ticked as they waited warily for Stephen’s reaction. But Stephen just turned back to his show after a moment, listened to a man with a trimmed, white beard talk about ancient pottery.

Huck didn’t know exactly why they’d done that with the blanket, but when they deliberately pulled away from Stephen’s fingers rubbing the back of their neck, they knew what they were looking for.

Stephen’s hand hovered in the air a second after Huck moved away from him, but he only looked over at Huck once before settling his hand on his thigh.

It was stupid. Completely stupid, but anger swelled up inside Huck and they found themself growling like Stephen had deliberately stepped on their tail, not just politely respected their space.

This time, Stephen fetched the remote and switched the tele off and Huck went stiff, their growl falling silent as their throat felt like it closed up.

“What’s the matter, lad?” Stephen looked more puzzled than angry. “You don’t want me to pet you anymore?”

The thought of Stephen never running his short-nailed fingers through their fur again made Huck want to cry. But they still felt so painfully restless and irritated and frustrated and it was all directed at Stephen, though he’d done nothing to deserve it.

They couldn’t answer, so stayed sullenly silent. The light crows’ feet at the corners of Stephen’s eyes deepened as he frowned.

“Talk to me,” he coaxed. When Huck kept their jaw clamped shut, their ears pressed back, Stephen reached out slowly as if to put a hand on Huck’s back, but giving them plenty of time to pull away.

Their hackles went up and they growled again, low and upset. “Stop it!” Huck’s exclamation startled both of them and Stephen quickly took his hand back.

“I’m sorry.” Stephen pressed his lips together, but there wasn’t a hint of anger in his face. “I won’t- didn’t realise it was upsetting you.”

Huck ground their teeth together and flexed their claws, which caught on the sofa fabric. Normally, they’d very carefully extract them so as not to pull any fibres out, but this time they didn’t care. If Stephen didn’t like their behaviour maybe he should actually do something about it.

Stephen startled at the sound of Huck’s claws digging and tearing the sofa cover. They were sharper and longer these days, without Master Parry clipping them right down to the bed on a regular basis.

“Huck!”

Huck couldn’t meet Stephen’s eyes but they didn’t stop, digging their claws in further, a growl vibrating through them. Do something, they thought viciously, do something, Master.

“What’re you-” Stephen was agitated and his hands hovered uncertainly in the air. “Huck, enough, we can talk-”

Huck ripped their claws free with an awful tearing noise. “NO!” They didn’t want to talk.

Their eyes welled up with a mix of fury and fear, and they kicked off the back of the sofa, springing off the cushions to land on the tiled floor, already scrambling for purchase to run away.

They’d never have run from Master Parry, nor damaged his possessions, nor talked back, nor talked at all, once he’d ordered them not to. But Master Parry had known what they were, had known how disloyal and awful they were deep inside and he’d known how to deal with them. Stephen thought they were too good to deserve punishment, but he didn’t know, he didn’t know Huck at all.

Sobbing uncontrollably between gasps, Huck’s frantic legs carried them up the stairs, down the corridor and into the bedroom, where they skidded under the bed. They hit their back painfully against the ridge of the bed frame when they didn’t duck down quick enough, but the sting was almost a relief.

Crawling further under, the dust making them cough, they pressed themself up against the wall and cried in great, choking heaves. They didn’t deserve Stephen even a little, but they still wanted to stay so badly it made them feel sick sometimes.

Stephen left them alone for a little while, even though Huck couldn’t stop their crying, which was definitely loud enough for Stephen to find them easily. Huck tortured themself with thoughts of Stephen making phone calls to Mariann, demanding she take Huck away, that’s he’d had enough of Huck’s stupid behaviour. It’d been more than two months, Huck thought, and Stephen had made it clear when Huck arrived that he didn’t want a long-term pet. He’d been horrified by the thought.

Huck’s breathless crying had finally petered off by the time Stephen’s slow tread climbed the stairs. Huck’s breathing hitched at the familiar sound and they hunkered down further, hiding their face in their paws, ears pressed down and tail curled up close to their legs.

“Huck?” Stephen sounded tired and Huck felt guilt surge in them, amongst the mess of their feelings. Stephen had had a long day working and he’d just wanted to relax, but Huck had messed that up for him. “Lad, where’re you?”

Huck couldn’t bear to let Stephen waste time looking for their useless hide, so they whined softly, and then again louder when Stephen didn’t seem to hear.

Stephen’s footsteps approached, scuffing a little in his tartan slippers, which appeared first in Huck’s line of sight from under the bed. Stephen crouched down slowly, and Huck could picture perfectly the grimace on his face at the strain to his knees, and Huck started crying again, silently now. They were so, so bad.

“Huck?” Stephen stuck his head under the edge of the bed and Huck couldn’t help but cringe away. Stephen’s eyes couldn’t see as well in the dim light as Huck’s could, Huck knew, but he’d seen Huck’s flinch, because his face turned briefly hurt. And why wouldn’t he be? What had he ever done to hurt or threaten Huck? Nothing. He was the kindest owner, and he deserved a creature that was as good as Stephen was, not a disobedient, sullen, damaged one.

“I’m a bit lost about what that was all about,” Stephen said quietly, in that soothing tone he’d used right after Huck had first arrived, “but let’s talk about it, okay?”

Huck sniffled and pressed their forehead to the floor, hiding. They were beginning to shiver as the rush of emotion and adrenaline burnt off and left them cold and exhausted.

“Huck, please come out.” Stephen sniffed, the dust clearly getting to him. “I’d rather cut off my own thumb than hurt you, and it’ll take more than a torn sofa to change that, love.”

Huck swallowed thickly. “You should, Master,” they whispered.

Stephen was silent for a long pause. “I should what? Cut off my own-”

“No!” Huck yelped. The thought was awful and they didn’t know why Stephen had brought it up. “Hurt me, you should hurt me, Master.”

Stephen eased into a more comfortable position on the hard floor. “Why should I?” Huck squeezed their eyes shut. Wasn’t it obvious? “Huck? Why’d you think I should-”

Huck interrupted him again, just like the shitty pet they were. “I’m bad.”

“Huck,” Stephen said softly, “you’re not bad.”

“Yes I am!” Huck yelled, loud and sudden enough to make Stephen blink and lean marginally backwards. Huck gulped and ducked their head.

“What’s bad about you?”

Huck cried harder. “Everything,” they gasped. “You should- get a- a better pet, Master.”

They thought of another creature living in Stephen’s house, a sweet, pretty one that smiled a lot and never cringed from Stephen or woke him up with nightmares or cried all over his jumper. And where would Huck be? They deserved to go to a Master that’d discipline them, but they felt so sick at the thought they choked.

“I don’t want a different… companion. I like you.”

“You- you- you,” Huck couldn’t get their words out and swallowed thickly.

“Take your time, lad.”

Huck rubbed their paw over their eyes. “You only say that because you’ve, you’ve never had a good pet, Master.”

Stephen paused and Huck tensed, expecting Stephen to finally realise that Huck wasn’t worth his time or his care.

“Huck, I care for you very much, lad. I wouldn’t trade you for any other creature or human, not now and not when we’re both old and creaky.” Stephen tried weakly to smile.

Huck’s heart squeezed. “You should have a better pet, Master.”

“Who says I should? Can’t I choose who I want to spend my time with myself?”

Huck tensed. Stephen was right; Huck’d been telling their master that his choices were wrong. They’d been trying to do what was best for him, but that was no excuse for trying to give their master orders.

“I’m sorry, Master,” they whimpered.

Stephen shifted a little on the hard floor where he was still crouched down, frowning gently at Huck.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Huck heaved a sob.

“I argued with you,” they choked out, trying so hard to make Stephen understand. “I told you what to do! I tore up the sofa! I wouldn’t let you pet me and I ran away and I cried like a weak, stupid-” They banged their forehead hard against the floor, “awful-” Their head thumped the floor again.

“Huck!” Stephen barked, before his hand shot out and reached under the bed, stretching out towards Huck’s shoulder. “Stop it!”

Huck didn’t. Stephen wouldn’t make them be a better pet, so they’d do it themself.

“Huck!” Stephen sounded sharp and desperate. “Stop right now!”

Before Huck could do it again, Stephen’s hand found their arm and he pulled them, hard, out from under the bed.

Huck yelped, more shock than pain, though Stephen’s grip was rough. They were tugged out into the brighter light of the bedroom and then Stephen wrapped both arms around them and held them tight, one hand cradling the back of their head.

“Don’t do that, don’t ever do that.” Huck was shaking badly enough that it took a moment for them to realise that Stephen was trembling too. He was holding them close, like they might try to run away again. “Why’d you do that?” Stephen had his forehead pressed to Huck’s shoulder and Huck felt his tears seeping into their fur. They were too shocked to feel properly guilty, but it’d come.

“I don’t deserve a good Master,” Huck whispered. Their head was throbbing badly and they closed their eyes, going limp against Stephen.

“Yes you do.” Stephen rocked them gently. “You deserve every good thing. You’ve been through hell and- and those asshole owners of yours,” Huck tensed, “they told you it was your fault that they treated you like shit. But Huck, it was their fault, okay? No-one should treat anyone like you were treated, y’understand? You’re a good lad, a good person. You’ve always been good.”

Huck curled their tail around Stephen’s foot and couldn’t help but melt into the comfort Stephen offered so freely, even though they shouldn’t. They weren’t a person.

“Sometimes,” Huck whispered, “I watched Master Parry get into his car, out of the window. And- and- I wished that he’d die. I wished that another car would hit his car and he’d just-” They were crying again, waiting for Stephen’s disgust. They were always just waiting for it, for the moment he’d turn away from them, but it never happened. No matter what happened, Stephen never did. And he didn’t now either.

“He beat and abused you, lad, from what Mariann’s said. You wishing him to go away… there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re allowed to be angry at him.”

Huck shook their head. “I’m just a bad pet, Master. A good pet would never, ever think like that.”

Stephen eased away from them, but only far enough that he could meet their eyes. He rubbed their back for a long moment, looking thoughtful.

“Huck… can you, can you accept that I don’t think you’re bad? That I think you’re good just as you are? Maybe you don’t believe it, but just, believe me when I say you make my life better?”

A better pet would make you even happier, Huck thought.

But they knew what Stephen meant, and they did believe that Stephen thought that. He was too just too kind.

So they nodded silently and Stephen smiled a little.

“Alright. We’ll talk about this more in the future, okay? And just, promise me if you feel like- hitting yourself again, tell me, lad, please?”

Huck chewed their lip, before nodding again. They deserved punishment, but Stephen was right; he got to decide whether or not Huck got punished, not Huck. And if Stephen wanted to spoil them, then Huck should let him, however uneasy it made them feel. Their feelings didn’t matter after all, only what made Stephen happy.

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[2018shawn]

Concept: Shawn and you have lazy parents sex lol and you’re having conversations through it “did you turn the washing machine on?” “Yh, did you iron the kids clothes ah fuck-” lmao idk why but this concept has me so soft and it’s so funny at the same time

oh my GOD i just got this and couldn’t NOT WRITE ANYTHING I’M NOT OK ITS 11.33 AM I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH

because shawn had been teasing you aaaaalllll day so you put the kids favourite movie on and wait with them until they’re settled. once they are you’re racing up the stairs to find shawn and cOiNcIdEnTly he’s in the bedroom, obviously waiting for you because he knows he’s been a little shit. “we good?” he would ask, throwing his phone onto the side. 

“we’re so good.” you would smile, letting out a squeal when he charges over to you and ends up pushing you against the wall when he kisses you because he’s so forceful and desperate and UGH, he just neeeeeeeds you. he’d obviously carry you over to the bed, whilst you’re trying to undress him and when you do, and throw his clothing on the floor he looks at the messy pile and is like “did rosie tell you i almost grounded her because she wouldn’t put her stuff in the laundry hamper..” and you’re like yeah, great, good parenting but how about looking after your baby mummy for a sec. so he’s like ‘right, okay. yeah.’ and on top of you when he’s thrown you on the bed, peppering kisses down your neck, leading to your chest and eventually your breasts. 

because you didn’t get many chances to have fun anymore, usually too tired at night time or quite frankly too rushed off your feet during the day, the sensation only felt more exciting and your legs came around his hips to pull him in further. his head bobbed beneath your face, kissing and licking around your nipples with your fingers running through his hair and tugging on the ends because you knew he low key loved it. “sh-shawn...” you whimpered as he travelled further down your body, only briefly showing some love to your torso because he was far too keen to get to where he needed to be. he hummed back into your skin at your moans of his name, simply taking it as approval for his touch. 

“shaaawn-” you moaned again as his head became level to your warm pussy, the feeling of his breath making you throw your head back in pleasure. he smirked before lowering his face down, your hand still in his hair and his tongue beginning to trace your lips. it took him by surprise when you yanked his head up, his eyes snapping into contact with yours and he stared at you, bewildered, waiting for your explanation as to why you’d stop the start of his performance. “shawn.”

“y/n?” he repeated. 

“did you put the washing on?” he rolled his eyes and nodded, as much as he could, given the fact you had firm grip of his brown curls. “and all the school clothes?” 

he reached up for you hand, dragging it out of his hair and pinning it beside you so you wouldn’t interrupt him anymore. you took it as a yes, though, when he dove back in, tongue connecting with your slick lips yet again until you were a moaning mess beneath him. 

you couldn’t last long - not like you used to, so ushered him up back to your eye level, his hard member prodding your thighs and reminding you just how much he loved you. it changed from needy to slow within a matter of seconds, shawn running his fingers through your hair, your running yours down the sides of his hips because you knew he liked the feeling. and with the arch of your back and thrust of his hips, he was deep enough in you that you suddenly forgot anything and everything. his breathing was heavy in your ears, his hands pinning yours next to your head as he slid in and out of you with smooth motion. “fuck-” you whimpered, eyes squinting shut in an attempt to hold onto the feeling.

they snapped back open when shawn stopped moving his hips, stopping dead in his tracks and when you opened your eyes he was still buried in the crook of your neck you were almost puzzled - questioning what you’d done wrong or if there was a problem. until he spoke.

“did you pick up that stuff for benji’s art project?” 

[miioouu]

Oh my god imagine Hawks finding out you sleep nude 👅👅👅

Ok so i mixed these too because ummm yh they fit! Also it's kinda very diff from what you asked me but idk first thing that came to my mind! Thank you for thirsting with me!! ❤️💜❤️

Warning: smut...

      Moving apartments was never easy. New strangers to call neighbors, new streets to get used to, new routine you had to adapt to. And is it normal to always feel seen, observed? Maybe you're just being paranoid, there's no way it's true. There's no way the hot gut living across of you is watching you, it's just your fantasies. And yet, if he is watching you, you hope he's enjoying the show you're putting on every night.

     He knew he shouldn't look, he's invading your privacy. But the way your eyes seem to bore into his very soul, even though there's no way you can see him behind the curtains. The smirk that paints your face as you take off your clothes, piece by piece leaving you naked. And if he's lucky enough, he's able to barely make out the shiny string that connect your sopping wet pussy to your panties. And walking to your bed, swaying your hips as you go, you lay under the covers letting him wish he could be with you.

      While he was known to always stay cool and think before he act, for the first time in a while, Keigo let himself go. Opening the curtains and watching you shamlessly. It's your first time catching him in the act, the way his eyes seem to follow your every movement, tracing your body as your hands slid down, giving him a little show of gliding your fingers down your panties before removing them. And once you were able to make out the hunger in his eyes, even from the distance, you decide3to take control. Luckily for you, Hawks is very friendly, he was one of the first people gere to welcome you, give you his number in case you needed anything, and well, how faith works sometimes, you do need something, you do need him. Calling him, eyes never leaving him as you saw him pick up the phone, grin never fading away. "Are you enjoying the show neighbor? Yeah? If so why don't you show me? Take off these jeans for me would you? Show me how excited you are for me." He couldn't stop the whimper leaving his lips, doing exatly what he was told, you watched him stepping out of his jeans, bulge apparent even from the distance. And to your surprise, he was being a good boy, pushing down his boxers and waiting for your next command. "What a good boy you are for me Keigo. Now watch me ok? And don't you dare, don't you even dare to touch yourself, just watch." Pulling your undies down your legs and turning. Giving him a perfect view of your ass, glistening and shining from the dim lights of you room. And if that wasn't enough to tease him, you bent over. Parting your legs slightly so you're sure he had the perfect view. The perfect view of your fingers delving in and out of your pussy, your legs shaking beneath you and with his phone pressed tight to his ear, he could hear every breath you took, every moan, every groan that has his head spinning, ready to disobey you. But as soon as you saw his hand traveling south, almost wrapping around his length, you stood up "What did I say huh? Do you want me to pull these curtains close? No? Yeah that's what I thought. So just observe baby." This time sitting on the edge if the bef, your body facing the window as you felt Hawks eyes soaking your body in, watching your digits, once again, bury themselves in your heat, pulling in and out of you. And from the phone he could hear the lewd sound emitting from your wet cunt and he couldn't take it anymore. Finally his hand found its way around his shaft, jerking himself off to the rythm of your fingers. Wishing it was your mouth, fingers, walls squeezing him instead. You knew exactly what he was doing, but the sound of his whimpers and groan too good to interrupt, so good it's all it took for you to let out a high pitched scream of his name, even without the electronic device, you're sure he could've heard it. And it wasn't long before he too found release, warm cum running down his abs, shining under the moonlight "Bad bad Keigo. I think you won't learn your lesson from distance. I think a more....direct approach would work better. So why don't you come over, let me punish you properly yeah?"

[shadowturtlesstuff]

Does anyone else have irrational fears?

Mine is spiders and insects and stuff

Like the big ones are beetle and spiders

I can’t stand them

If I see one I panic, my heart feels as though it’s about to explode and my hands shake for the next like three hours even if the things gone.

But I’ve always been like that. And you’d think by now my family would stop laughing. I say all of them, my dad doesn’t care that much. He’ll just kill it if he knows about it and move on. Which I guess is good?

Now I’m not saying I don’t get it. None of them have the fear so they done understand and I’ve never been able to express it without just ending in ‘I just hate and I just can’t.’

But like I’m pretty good at hiding it at school. Only those close to me would know. Whenever there’s a spider and the freak outs start I usually just stay silent and try to ignore everything till it’s over. I can talk about them but if I’m on my own I freak. I have coutless stories where I’ve ran out of the room cuz I’ve seen one and then I’ve had to stand there and calm myself before I ask someone to kill it for me. It always ends up with them saying ‘it’s just a spider.’

Like yeah I know, but doesn’t mean I ducking want to see it.

My most resent terrors are beetles, that has definitely gotten worse.

I had one like months ago just appear at night. I could hear it scurrying around and I tried to kill it. I thought, it’s 2am, I can manage this. I got my boot and stamped on it. Left the room to get tissue whilst also calm myself and came back and it was fine. Now @fang1rling-again can attest to the amount of panic I had that night. It was the fucking worst and it still rattle me. But both my brother and mom laughed.

In the end they both apologized and stopped. That night. In the morning that made some small jokes. My brother imitated the sound and I felt sick. But obviously just laughed along with them.

Like a few days (maybe even 1) there was another on my wall. (I have no idea why there are so many but I hate it.) it was on my art works and I panicked so much. Cuz like, I can’t squish it on the wall cuz then I need to get rid of my artwork (of feyre) but I’m really proud of it, that’s why it on the wall. So I sort of leave and pace for a little knowing full well the ridicule will follow. My mom comes upstairs and funds out. She’s kinda pissed she had to kill yet another one but does it anyway. (The drawing was fine, the creature moved off it whilst I was pacing. )

Again couple days later there’s another one. Right next to my bed. When I say that I mean next to it. I have a sofa bed which is low to the ground and next to a wall. So where I sleep it was on the wall to my left. Once again the panic was there. Once again my mom has to kill it. Once again she laughed, and said it’s only a beetle. Even tried to move the tissue that it was dead it towards me. That day I just wasn’t in the mood for it and just died inside slowly.

Now next is a spider story. Which is actually funny (ish) (only because like the day before something actually scary happened outside my house that we had to call the police for and I wasn’t scared at all) but anyway I was outside next to my front door, I finished watched a polandbananabooks video and was about to write more judeXcardan. But I look up and there’s a spider. So my mom has to kill it. But she misses and it dissapears. Cuz of my fear I stop using the laptop till the next day. However whilst in the living room my mom tells my dad who sighs and goes to try and find it. It wasn’t there. So eh left it. I haven’t seen it since and I sort of hate sitting there even tho it’s like my fav space cuz it’s just me and the laptop, with YouTube or writing it tumblr.

Finally cut to tonight. For the past week I kept hearing the sounds out a beetle and I just thought I was paranoid so I ignored it. But tonight I was fed up so I tried to look for it. Turns out it was in a can in my bin. I panicked, cuz obv. But also it’s in a energy drink can which is not allowed to have but do. So my options are wait till I take the rubbish out, make the thing fall out and kill it. Or move it outside my room in a box and wait till I can take my rubbish outside. That way it’s not in my room and I can finally go to sleep without hearing it and making my head explode. So that’s what I did. My brother actually suggested it cuz I let him know I was freaking out. He was actually good, didn’t laugh, didn’t mock. I think he finally gets that it’s an irrational fear that isn’t going away, that drains me and genially messes with me. I try and keep it hidden bc it’s so stupid and I hate it so much. But here I am, writing this to see if it helps just trying to explain it slightly, crying ever so slightly whilst listing to Hamilton to cheer me up. It’s so weird, cuz I don’t consider myself to be easily afraid. But my entire life I have always been afraid of creatures. I have countless, COUNTLESS, stories of times I’ve seen one and ran. My paranoid brain still thinks I can hear it.... wait. Idk if it is actually in the can outside my room or if it got out whilst I left to talk to my brother. I hate this

Apparently this isn’t a reminder about fears it explain as it happens. But idk if it actually is. Imma check the can..

My mom came upstairs and now knows. She seemed annoyed I didn’t tell her but hasn’t really done anything. She belives it’s in the can and told me to go to bed. So the can is still there (she allows me to drink energy drinks my dad doesn’t, so that’s why it still has to be there till I can take my rubbish out) (it’s a whole thing that kinda sounds stupid but yh)

So it’s there, maybe. I think my brain was messing with me when I thought I heard it. Idk. But my mom didn’t laugh at me this time. Which helps. However she did keep asking about the thing like I dared to peer into the can and look at it properly to know everything about it. Even tho in reality she knows I barley touched the can as I moved it

Anywayyyy, rant over? Is this a rant? A reminicence Of fears or a walk me through experience of it. Either way I think it helped me slightly. I’m not shaking any more, and now I can hopefully start sleeping without hearing it and my brain messing up.

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

Some Zeus little ideas and write outs from the prompt generator.

“MC getting hurt protecting Zeus.”

hMm...Lets say this happens during Hades route, but not really. As in, the scene where all the Gods disappear because of Astraeus and Pollus (whatever Astraeus’ brothers name is) and MC and Zeus are together. This happens within like a year when they start dating, so they both know how they feel and like...MC just acts on instinct. She feels the shift in the air first and she pulls on Zeus’s jacket label and he looks at her, and she knows he’s a little drunk. “I think something’s wrong,” she would whisper to him. Part of Zeus wants to say, “It’s okay,” BUT another part of him knows something must be wrong. MC is usually right, even if he used to hate that, and so he does worry a bit. However, he doesn’t even have a minute to think about it, because an explosion happens, and MC sees a piece of stone falling towards Zeus and her, and her bubble comes up and protects both of them, but it still really hurts her, and another falls, and the barrier breaks. Thankfully, the bubble broke the hard fall of the piece of stone, but it still really hurt her, so she falls to the ground in pain and she’s one of the other scream along with the other Gods, but Zeus reacts to hers first.

Basically, he gets down and holds her as he watches everything crumble. He tries to fight back, but the titans over take him and he is taken away from her. Why do they leave her? Because Astraeus exists lol. And that’s all I can think of for right now fhiwoes.

“MC and Zeus meet for the first time on a train.“

HMMM. Zeus needs to go to some kind of meeting, but it’s at Hades condo, for whatever reason. He realizes he doesn’t have a car with him and he feels a little tired of teleporting back and forth, so he takes the subway. And as he enters he sees MC sitting on the subway, her hair is taken down since she’s out of work, and she’s resting her head against the walls of the subway (is it called a subway?? What is it called?? Like the inside if you understand??) and lets say they’ve been flirting a bit because why not, and Zeus is a little afraid to see her...so he just stares at her, but only for a moment because it was like she sensed his presence, because she looked over in his direction. He’s in the back, but she can still see him from his BRIGHT blue jacket and his blonde hair. She can see that from a mile aways lol. Anyways, he looks away and he sees her in the reflection of the window in front of him, and she can’t see that he’s looking at it, and he sees her looking at him. She smiles at him and his heart races at seeing it, but he just stands still, and she eventually looks away. But the smile doesn’t disappear the whole ride and when she gets off, she can’t help but rush off because she’s a little afraid of facing him right now. I took this prompt as in they meet each other on the train, but it’s the first time meeting on the subway fidjbke. But they know each other,,so it’s first time spotting each other?? IDK MEG.

“MC and Zeus locked in a vault”

ARTIFACT VAULT!! ARTIFACT VAULT!! Zeus is requiring MC’s help with a case of the artifacts. Its an artifact that is being found and it’s actually just a piece of it, so they look at each artifact to see if there is a missing piece, and they find it! But when they do, the door closes and apparently,,the doors lock when they’re closed. MC and Zeus look at each other with confused faces. “I guess my mom really wanted to trap thieves,” she says with a nice laugh. And he remembers MCs mom arguing with him about this actually. She thought of thieves ahead of time, yet Zeus didn’t see anyone willing to steal from the Gods.

But now it looked like they were the thieves. Basically, it’s full of awkward talking and MC trying to pick the lock in anyway. But obviously, the lock is EXTREMELY hard to pick. And to make this better, the only way to actually pick the lock was from a bobby pin,,and she has one. She takes her hair down and Zeus feels a little flustered because of it. He doesn’t know why, but just seeing her with her hair was down was really attractive to him lol. SO, it’s awkward staring as MC tries to make conversation. “Whose artifact is this? I can’t recall right now.” She studies the artifacts because she would like to be caught up on everything for any kind of case, but she can’t remember it right now. The awkwardness and panic blocking her logic-

He looks at it and says the Gods name and she hums at the answer, and she wonders what they do. “Who is that exactly? I haven’t heard that name in awhile.” Zeus smiles at her curiosity, but he tampers it down and answers her, but vaguely. He doesn’t trust her completely. The fact that she could lock pick and knew probably a lot about the Gods (from her mother) makes him not trust her just in case she becomes an enemy. I mean, Zeus knows she has a reason to. But eventually MC lets out a frustrated groan and sighs. “This can’t be lock picked. That probably should’ve been obvious,” she says with a small laugh and she was embarrassed. AND LIKE,,MY MIND WAS SAYING, “THIS is where they have their first kiss. Well, almost.” Just like, in a random vault, of a random God, having small conversations, and she suddenly gets closer as they talk, and before their lips touch, the door opens and they pull away as fast as they can. 

“We checked the conversation and saw how you were trapped in here, sorry it took us so long, sir,” the agent said a little fearful. “It’s okay, agent.” And it was okay. They at least came for them pretty quickly, only 10 minutes since they were trapped in here. And he wishes they were in there for just a little bit longer,,and they don’t talk about what happened because then they ALSO REMEMBER THE CAMERAS...AND HOW PEOPLE PROBABLY SAW THEM ALMOST KISS G IRWK. Zeus is haunted by it, but he likes that it happened :)).

“Zeus and MC go separately to a New Year’s Party, and end up standing next to each other during the countdown to midnight.“

FIRST KISS!! FIRST KISS!! I can’t think of anything else but MC and Zeus standing next to each other and counting down. It’s happening on Earth and Zeus is there because he knows Hades and Alex is there. He was a little bored on Olympus and saw how excited his brother was to be with a friend of his, so he decided to join as well. MC was surprised to see Zeus here and smiles at him. She actually ended up a littles away from Hades and Alex because...it’s New York, what do you expect?? But Zeus manages to find her first and they start counting and ya know what?? MC PULLS HIM DOWN AND KISSES HIM!! It’s surprising but Zeus leans into it as well...because they like each other :))). It was a great start to a new year. And maybe a new year to romance👀.

OKAY THE LAST FUNNY ONE:

"Zeus and MC reading mean tweets/comments about themselves and laughing it off.“

Zeus and MC have started dating and it’s spread on Olympus. And most of the top tier Gods are just like, “...Alright.” BUT OTHER GODS ARE LIKE “??? WHY?? WHY A HUMAN >:(”. They basically don’t approve of it and if you think they talked crap about Zeus, they know talk crap about both of them. I can’t think of specific examples BUT LIKE STILL!! It’s just so funny?? Zeus is a little angry, but MC just tells him to calm down and turns it into a funny matter and they both have a nice night. Zeus looks at the people the next day and remembers MC laughing and how it was so nice, so he’s not that angry...

YH MEG I LOVE ZEUS SO MUCH GKRED. I’m gonna think of him all night bc UGH ZEUS!! STOP INVADING MY MIND FLJADS. Love youuu💙.

Not much proof reading bc hNNNG :((. 

[malecftw]

Distractions

A/n: so this was an idea I’d been playing with for a while. It’d been sitting in my drafts for like a month and rn I was just feeling best friends to lovers, a slow cute fic sooooo that’s what came out lol tadaaa. I’ve never really written for David or the Vlog Squad before but let me know if you liked this, maybe I’ll write more in the future. Hope you like it :)

Word count: 1814

Warnings: Idk if Jeff being rejected counts as a warning but here we are, I mentioned the word vagina and idk why but in the context it seemed weird but also okay so yh lmfao y am i acting like im 12

Masterlist.

The LA air was soft and warm, making a strand of hair fall out of your loose bun and tickle your cheek. LA seemed quiet at this time of day, the sun was beginning to set, golden hour was upon you. Lana Del Rey was playing on the background, her deep, soft voice flowing out into the crisp summer air through the open windows. The smell of food made it’s way into your nose, your stomach beginning to rumble at the thought of dinner. Heath, Scott, and Jeff were having a beer at the barbecue whilst Jason was grilling the various types of meat. Kristen, Mariah, Carly, Erin, and Corinna were setting out white plastic chairs in a circle on the grass. Rosé was being spilled, laughs were had and a carefree feeling overtook you.

You still couldn’t believe this was your life. You were living in one of the most famous, loved places on earth surrounded by good friends who were always looking out for you.  Your daydream was cut short when you got nudged in the side. Your head turned around to see Zane standing next to you, leaning on the glass just like you were. “What’s up?” “Not much.” He nodded and directed his eyes to the skyline of LA. “So when are you going to tell him?” He asked, not taking his eyes off of the beautiful view before you. “Probably never.” Your nails clicked slightly against your plastic cup, preferring a soft drink before having a glass of wine with dinner. “Why are you so hesitant. You’re perfect for each other.” You shrugged, being uncharacteristically comfortable with the topic around Zane. “I don’t know. I’ve been flirting with Jeff. I’m just going to look like a slut if I fess up now.” He clicked his tongue at your answer. “Please y/n. You were never in a committed relationship with Jeff. Hell, you never even kissed. He’ll get over it. And we know you, none of us would ever put your name and the word slut in the same sentence.”

A sigh escaped your mouth yet you didn’t have a chance to reply when Heath called out to Zane. He quickly squeezed your arm in comfort before heading over to the boys near the barbecue. You pushed yourself off of the glass and made your way inside. Enough with the overthinking, it was time to make yourself useful. “Nat, can I help?” Natalie looked up at you, pausing mixing the dressing and the salad for a second. “Sure y/n. Could you bring this over to the yard, just put it on the table.” She said with a smile and pushed the salad bowl into your hands. You just nodded and did what she asked. The notification sound of your phone distracted you as you set the bowl on the table and while you quickly replied you felt an arm being swung over your shoulder. “What’s up y/n? Why so quiet?” Jeff said, a silly smile on his face as his eyes screened over your expression. “Not now Jeff.” You shrugged off his arm and started walking away when he grabbed your arm, concerned for your obvious distress. “Hey what’s wrong?”

“Is everything okay here guys?” David walked up, noticing your tense figure and Jeff’s already apologetic one. He didn’t even know what was wrong but was already stressed thinking he was the cause. You looked back and forth between the two guys. Life was playing another trick on you and frankly, you were sick of it. Why couldn’t you just go for the obvious choice? You had a beautiful man right in front of you willing to take things to the next level but no. Instead, you had to fall for the one dude that wouldn’t notice an eager vagina if it slapped him across the face. 

As you were having this inner dialogue with yourself the two guys still looked at you, confused by your off behavior. “Nothing is okay David, just leave me alone.” You headed for the living room and David took your words like a man. “What the fuck did I do?” He shouted as he ran after you. “Nothing. That’s the problem.”

“Wait what? Y/n what the fuck?” Of course, he didn’t get it. You hadn’t made a move since you were too busy distracting yourself with Jeff. “I just... Just... Just drop it okay. It’s about me, myself and I don’t worry about it.” “Sure doesn’t sound like it.” You rolled your eyes but were secretly grateful for everyone staying outside to give you some privacy. You even notice Nat sneak out of the kitchen, feeling the uncomfortable switch in the room when you walked in.

“Y/n. Just talk to me. Remember that time when you accidentally spilled glue in my hair and we had to shave my head? Didn’t snitch on you then. I looked like a bald man child. I still didn’t snitch. And let me tell you, it wasn’t a look.” David said in a cute attempt to make you feel better. “Of course you didn’t snitch. It was your own fault. Who the hell decided to smack my hands with their head while I was holding an opened bottle of kids glue.” “I’m sorry I forgot to turn on my spidey sense, else I would’ve known you were standing right behind me before I stood up.” “It’s not my fault you were shorter than me.” David placed his hands over his heart, jokingly looking offended. “Ouch.” He teasingly took a couple of steps closer to you causing him to tower over you. “Not anymore though. Now you’re tiny.” You look up at him, arms crossed, confused and annoyed by your feelings for the big man child in front of you. “Now, tiny, are you actually gonna tell me what’s up or am I going to have to keep you hostage until you do?

A pressed sigh leaves your lips. Now or never. His expression turns more serious when he sees your big eyes gloss over. “Hey whatever it is, we can work it out. You and me.” “I’m not so sure about that.” “Well I am.” “I just don’t want to mess things up between us. You’re my best friend.” David immediately knew where this was going and a wide smile formed on his lips. “And?” He said teasingly, eager for the moment in which you’d fess up the same thing he’d been feeling for a while now. “Ugh David you’re a pain.” You say as you softly poke his stomach with your index fingers. “But am I going to be your pain?” His voice has turned hoarse, excited yet on edge. He never dreamed of going there with you. He never had those feelings for you. Until one day, he started seeing you in a different light. He couldn’t pinpoint one moment, it just slowly happened. At first he’d thought it was a silly random idea his mind for some reason made up, but he couldn’t help but think about it from time to time. Then he started getting used to the idea of you two together. It grew on him. Suddenly it didn’t seem weird, it didn’t seem awkward. It just seemed right. But then you’d started flirting with Jeff and David knew he had no chance.

Until now.

You swallowed loudly, your hands pausing, staying put on his sides. “If you want to be.” He nodded slightly, it was the only answer he needed before leaning in. He paused, needing your permission. He needed to know this was it. That this was something you both chose. You slightly pressed your fingers into the clothed skin of his sides, allowing him to connect your lips. It’s wasn’t earth-shattering, it wasn’t filled with sparks and fireworks. It was sweet, soft and gentle. It was what you both wanted. Needed. It wasn’t filled with sexual desire or incredible passion. It was the confirmation you’d both been waiting for. You’d found your person. Ironically enough, he’d been there all along. Love was a big word, you’d known you loved David for as long as you could remember. But back then, you loved him as your best friend.

You both pulled away smiling like idiots. You could see the love and happiness on his face, but he also looked pensive. “So what about Jeff?” You nodded. Of course, it looked really bad. “I like Jeff. I thought I could learn to love him. I needed to learn to love him. I was still waiting for the click in my brain, but it never happened which is why I never took it to the next level. It wouldn’t have been fair to him. He deserves better than a girl whose heart isn’t really in it.”

David’s eyes moved from you to something behind you so you turned around. Of course, like in any other predictable movie or show, Jeff was stood right there, leaning against the window frame. Your mouth fell open, You wouldn’t blame him if he was angry even if he didn’t seem that way right now. “Don’t worry about it y/n. It’s okay.” His thick New York accent filled the room. In a few big steps, he was stood right in front of you, looking to David quickly before grinning. His arms wrapped around your neck and kept you in a playful headlock, messing up your hair as he laughed. “You respected me enough to not go there with me. I appreciate that. At least now I still get to tease you and prank you. David’s lost those privileges.” Relief washed over you. This was the most drama-free ending to this situation you never thought you’d get. 

David put his hands in the air, looking happy and relieved as well that things went as smooth as they did cause let’s face it,... They rarely do. “Hey, as long as I get to film it that’s cool.” He said laughing and you smacked his chest. Jeff let go of you and shot you and David a smile before joining the others in the backyard. David sighed as he took you in his arms, looking down at you before bringing both of your attention to your intertwined fingers. “You ready baby?” He asked, voice high and excited to show off what had been his for the longest time but never really realized until now. You nodded and slowly made your way into the backyard. Jeff probably already told everyone since not a single soul seemed to question what had happened.  “Yes, baby girl you finally did it!” Zane shouted, holding up his beer and everyone cheered.

The smiles on each one of their faces only made it more clear to you.

This had never been a matter of if. 

This had been a matter of when.