#Getting worked up about shit that doesn't matter

[myimaginarywonderland]

I truly want Eddie and Buck to fight.

Mainly because I have wanted Buck to blow up at someone from the 118 for years. I get that apparently there were off-screen apologies but the way every single member treated Buck when he got a lawyer, the way everyone has dismissed Buck's trauma before that, the way Buck was literally punshed by Chim, the way Buck's has (nearly) died multiple times and the trauma of that is never really acknowledged, the way Buck was sexually assaulted and everyone joked about it, the way Buck has had so much shit just put on him unknowingly sometimes by them, yes, I want Buck to snap.

I want Buck to finally stand up to someone and tell them that it's not okay, that what he went through wasn't okay and that he needed his family with him when they weren't.

I need Buck to finally see "I deserved better" and have someone show him he deserves better (aka Tommy.)

I need someone to finally be in Buck's corner, to tell him that what he went through wasn't okay and that he doesn't need to get over it because you just don't get over some traumas.

I need Buck to finally have a moment where he is allowed to be angry, where he is allowed to feel his emotions, where he is allowed to hurt and someone is immediately there to catch him, to be beside him.

I need Buck to finally be allowed to be proud of his work, to finally understand how much he has done as a firefighter when he didn't even have to, to understand that he can be more, that he is allowed to want more.

I need Buck to finally be allowed to go on a pathway up the FD ladder because he deserves it, he has earned himself the opportunity to get a chance to prove himself.

I need this season to finally lay the groundwork to Buck's full potential as a character, as a love interest, as firefighter. I need this to be the start of his true growth where he is finally allowed to want things and to get the things, the happy ending, that he always wanted for himself.

I need this to be a turning point for Buck where we finally see him settle into himself and I truly believe that for that to start he needs to let go of some unspoken things, he needs to be allowed to feel and to be angry at his family without knowing if he will have support.

And I need Buck to be the one to finally make Eddie realise how incredibly toxic and dangerous his behaviour is because no one else will probably get through to him. I also need Buck to understand that healing Eddie, that helping Eddie, can only go so far and that this is something that he can't fix because it's not his to fix.

I need Buck, the one person who always wants to help, who does everything to help, who will do anything to try to fix something, I need that Buck to be held and to be told that not everyone can accept his help. I need that Buck to be loved while someone tells him that Buck matters too, that Buck can not destroy himself for someone who might not even be ready to heal. I need Evan, the kid who always felt like something was wrong and that he had to make up for it, to be looked at and to be promised that he is enough, that just being him is enough and that he doesn't need to be more than that.

And yeah, if I think that Tommy can do that, then yeah, I need Tommy to be there while Buck is slowly realising that he matters too, that he deserves to be happy too.

#911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #kinley #tevan

[ystrike1]

Shojo to Yakuza - By Okonogi happa (7.5/10)

A loyal dog gets pushed to the limit in this one. Originally he was a good and loyal boy. The perfect young yakuza, but then the leaders niece fell for him. He fell into a sweet life with her, and possessive feelings eventually conquer his need to be perfect!

Yanagi has rich girl problems. Boohoo bodyguards follow her everywhere. Nobody treats her like she's NORMAL. Everybody in her life knows she's one of the resident wealthy young ladies, but she doesn't WANT to flaunt it. Nope. It's totalllyyy not her fault. Her doting uncle made her go to school with a driver and bodyguards.

How embarrassing.

BooHoo.

After all of her horrific suffering with no privacy and too much money she finally gets her freedom. An apartment with a boyfriend her uncle approves of. Kazuma is perfect. A mild-mannered and devoted yakuza with a handsome face and a desire to impress his leader. He honestly loves Yanagi too!

They're so perfect....but they haven't done the deed yet.

Her school friends think he's scary....but awww he's such a sweetie.

He's totally not holding back at all.

She tries to seduce him sweetly at first.

When that doesn't work she lies and says she's going out with boy-friends. Potential love rivals. It's cringe and obvious and she knows it, but she wants to sleep with him already.

She wants to indulge in her freedom.

Yanagi is lying about the boy party, but it doesn’t matter one bit. Even the idea makes Kazuma rage. He almost tortures a guy to death because he's so frustrated.

He's scared that Yanagi will see him differently, but he wants to be honest. His real personality isn't as gentle. He doesn't want to be a prim and perfect butler around her. He's just afraid of change, and losing Yanagi's love.

They're so toxic and codependent how cute!!!

He admits he's super jealous.

She LOVES it. She's eats that shit up like candy. Kazuma starts telling her to stay home more and he tells her no when she says she wants to join a study circle. The story ends right when the yandere jealousy shoots up, but it's there and we love a consenting couple.

They're enjoying their honeymoon phase.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Shojo to Yakuza

[buckttommy]

please talk more about bucktommy I love when you talk about them

with pleasure. i need the serotonin.

the first time tommy spends the night, he cooks buck breakfast in bed. somehow buck sleeps through the entire cooking process which is remarkable considering tommy is loud as fuck as he searches for bowls and pans. but anyway. buck wakes up to french toast with syrup and powdered sugar, bacon, and diced fruit and he does NOT get misty eyed but it is a close thing.

tommy gets quiet sometimes, but especially on the day of his dad's death anniversary. i hc that tommy is a bit of an isolationist. when things get bad or sad in his head, he retreats to his little bubble and puts himself back together. buck is clingy, so it takes him a while to adjust to the fact that sometimes his boyfriend doesn't want to be touched/bothered but once he gets the hang of it, it's smooth sailing. he's learned the Warning Signs for when tommy gets in these particular headspaces, but it's easier when he knows they're coming. so on the anniversary of tommy's dad's death, buck kisses him goodbye when he goes to work, texts him little things that don't demand a reply throughout the day, and just waits for tommy to come to him again. he always does, usually the next day, and he hugs buck tight. sometimes they have sex, sometimes they don't. either way, they spend the day after his Bad Day just reconnecting. catching up on conversations and satiating their skin hunger. buck swears he can't possibly love this man anymore than he already does, but when he has tommy in his arms after a bad day has passed and he's still kind of quiet but cling, he's always proven wrong.

tommy is a shit dancer, like. just. absolutely abysmal. everything they say about white people dancing is true. rhythm could slap him in the face and he still wouldn't know it. buck, on the other hand... well. he's actually not that much better, tbh, but he did spend some time in peru being mother hen'd by an abuela who didn't speak a lick of english (my personal hc) so he knows how to move his hips a lil. all this to say, one day buck puts on some music and tommy is like uhh what are you doing. and buck is like "what, i have to pay you for those flying lessons somehow. get up, old man, we're dancing." and like. tommy... there's no fixing him, i'm afraid, but goddamnit if buck doesn't try. dancing together usually ends in kissing and laughing into each other's mouths, but neither of them would have it any other way

when buck's paternal grandma dies, he needs to go back home to pennsylvania. he's fully expecting to book a plane ticket and see his boyfriend in a couple days but tommy's like "hey no i'm coming with you," and buck is like, "nah, it's okay. really. i'll be there and back in an instant, it's not like i was that close to her" but tommy's just like, "how close you were doesn't matter. she was still your grandma. and your family may need you, but you're still my priority. so i'm coming with" and like. how is buck supposed to argue with that? maddie and chimney tag along and they make a big roadtrip of it. it's fucking ridiculous and extra and silly but there's good music and laughter and the license plate game and tommy holds his hand when buck reaches for him and, you know. maybe going to pennsylvania isn't so bad if all the trips are like this.

i have this headcanon that buck and tommy are physically codependent and extremely tactile in that they just love being around and touching each other. all this to say that, when either one of them is injured / in hospital, they can often be found holding each other in the hospital bed. when buck has a TBI and is unconscious, tommy cradles him close and kisses the top of his head. when tommy is burned in a fire, buck lets him bury his face in his neck to escape the pain. no thoughts head empty, just clingy touchy cuddly beautiful boyfriends

#otp: eye of the storm #tv: 911 #jack answers mail

[permanentswaps]

Building Each Other Up Pt. 3

Read Pt. 1 here and Pt. 2 here.

Shane’s POV

‘I'm not kidding, Mark. I wanna swap back,’ I angrily texted. I stared at the screen, waiting for the blue bubble to pop up and signal the message had gone through. Instead, my message popped up green with a little red circle saying ‘Not Delivered.’

“Fuck, did that asshole block me?” I muttered to myself, feeling a surge of anger.

It had been almost two weeks since Mark forced me out of my own body and into his, which meant he had been controlling my body full time for almost a month. At first, I thought I could handle it. And despite the bullshit he pulled, I wanted to trust him. But now, it was clear that he was enjoying my life a little too much.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising panic. It hadn't been the worst experience being in Mark’s body again. I had enjoyed indulging in some cheat foods and cigars I hadn’t been allowing myself, and I still managed to pull girls without much effort (I mean Mark was still a good looking guy). There was even a nostalgic element to being back in his body after so long.

But the bodybuilding competition was tomorrow. I had been working towards this for so long, and the thought of not competing in my own body was infuriating.

Grabbing my phone again, I tried calling him, but it went straight to voicemail. "Damn it, Mark! Answer your fucking phone!" I shouted, slamming it down on the counter.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll have to take matters into my own hands," I muttered to myself.

Mark had mentioned earlier this week that he needed to make more of the potion. He said it was a bit of an involved process, but with the competition coming up, he just didn't have the time. I knew better. I'd made the potion with him a few times, and while it was a bit complicated, it didn't take that long. Maybe two to three hours tops.

"Alright," I said to myself. "It doesn't seem like I'm getting any help from him, so I guess I'll just make some on my own."

After rummaging through the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen, I found everything I needed. I set up in the kitchen, feeling a strange mix of nostalgia and frustration. As I started cooking, memories of the first time we made the potion together came flooding back. We were both so excited about getting me some gains back then.

Following the steps carefully, I mixed the ingredients, heating them just right on the stove. After about two and a half hours, I had a batch of the potion ready. It wasn’t quite the right color – a bit more greenish than usual – but I had followed all the steps correctly.

"Good enough," I said, pouring the potion into a vial.

I made my way over to my apartment, feeling a mixture of anxiety and determination. Mark had insisted we go about our routines as normally as possible to avoid raising suspicion, but I knew that if I was going to get my body back, I had to act quickly.

As I approached the door, I fished out the vial of potion from my pocket. "No sense in asking him to swap back if he’s been avoiding me," I muttered to myself. I took a deep breath and downed the potion in one go, the familiar bitter taste washing over my tongue.

I entered the key code and opened the door, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear movement in the bedroom, the sound of my own footsteps pacing around. Mentally preparing myself, I quietly made my way towards the noise.

I run in there and dive into my back. Except, once inside, I realize immediately that something is wrong. I'm not in control. I'm just a passenger in this body. Panic sets in as I shout in my head, "Mark, you fucker, what did you do?" But there's no reply. Shit, he can't hear me.

I feel myself walk over to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. Except it isn't me. It's some random kid. Who the fuck is this, I think to myself.

Not only did I make the potion wrong, I jumped into some random guy. And who the hell is he? Why is he alone in my apartment? My mind races with confusion and dread.

I hear the door open again and watch as my old self – Mark in my body – walks into the room.

"Hey babe," he says, his voice filled with affection as he pulls me in for a tender kiss. I'm shocked, but I can't do anything to resist.

"How was the gym?" I hear my body ask, its voice sounding strangely detached from my own thoughts.

"Oh, great," Mark responds, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I think I'm in great shape for the competition." He flexes his muscles for emphasis. "But I'm still feeling a bit stressed," he adds, smirking at me seductively, walking to the bathroom and quickly indulging in some pump selfies.

I feel myself following him into the bathroom, my body moving on its own accord. I know what’s about to happen Panic sets in as I try to turn off my subconscious, but it's no use, I'm trapped.

I watch as my body turns on the water, and Mark looks at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Before we get in, I know how much you like my post-workout musk," he says with a smirk.

Despite my internal protests, I also feel a strange sense of anticipation. Mark pulls my head towards his armpit. I take a deep inhale and then begin to lick, finding it surprisingly tolerable. The taste is musky and slightly salty, but not as overpowering as I feared.

Once the shower is nice and steamy, we step in, enveloped in the warmth and the mist swirling around us. My new body takes the lead, its hands gliding over Mark’s – I mean my body’s – skin, caressing every curve and contour with the gentle pressure of the sudsy soap and the softness of the loofah. His muscles relax under my touch, and a contented sigh escapes his lips as I lavish attention on him.

Then, it's Mark's turn to return the favor. My body tries to make itself look as sexy as possible for him.

He turns me around, his touch sending shivers down my spine as he runs the loofah over my skin. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation of his hands caressing me, focusing on the way his fingers linger on my ass.

When he squeezes and playfully slaps my ass, I'm taken aback by the surge of arousal that washes over me. My heart races as I feel myself growing excited at his touch, unable to control the growing heat between my legs.

"Fuck," I feel my voice mutter, the intensity of the moment clearly overwhelming the guy in control of this body. If this didn’t fell so good, I would’ve realized that I’d never felt aroused by another guy when I had controlled Mark’s body

As Mark's hard cock pressed against my eager hole, a jolt of conflicting emotions surged through me. “I can’t be here for this,” I thought to myself, trying and failing again to retreat to my subconscious.

Then, finally, I felt the exhilarating sensation of him entering me.

Despite my initial resistance, a wave of unexpected pleasure washed over me, leaving me stunned by the intensity of the experience.

"Fuck," I thought, momentarily forgetting who I even actually was.

The sensation of being filled by my former cock was overwhelming. I find myself lost in the moment, my body eagerly responding to his every touch and thrust. I can’t deny the pleasure coursing through my veins as he drives into me.

As the pleasure builds to a crescendo, I feel myself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, my mind consumed by the raw intensity of the experience.

“Unghhhh Shane” I hear my voice moan uncontrollably.

That definitely got a reaction out of him. He starts thrusting into me even deeper.

“Wait,” I thought, “he’s not just enjoying this kids admittedly built body …  is he getting off on being me?”

“Fuck yeah, keep saying daddy’s name” he replies.

“Fuck me harder Shane,” I hear my voice beg.

Finally, with a guttural groan, Mark reaches his peak, his hot cum flooding into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I feel myself clenching around him, my own release echoing his as we both ride the waves of pleasure to completion.

As we catch our breath, Mark pulls away, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Basking in the physical afterglow, I find myself struggling to come to terms with what just happened.

“That was another great one, babe. Your ass is so incredible,” he says, his voice tinged with satisfaction.

“Thanks, babe,” my body responds automatically, a smile forming on my lips as I lean in for another kiss under the warm cascade of water.

I had a million questions still racing around my head – “who is this kid”, “why can’t he hear me”, “how can I get my body back” – but one thought dominates above all others: When can I do that again?

To Be Continued ...

[zukalpa]

__ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ |(ɪᴢᴜᴋᴜ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to have really bad overthinking problems. Due to Katsuki's endless bullying throughout his childhood, he wonders if there is someone who will truly love him for who he is.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend who would buy you snacks every time he gets a chance. He doesn't care who he's with, he's like "(name) would love this, I'll get it then".

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to always take take-out. He can't cook and often you'd be the one cooking for him. He burnt down your home kitchen once, you weren't happy but how can you blame him? He's too cute.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to make you watch All Might related things with him. Ranging from "Top 10 All Might moments" to "What will All Might do now that he retired as the #1 hero?" or other videos related to him. He loves showing off his collection of All Might merch and explaining all about Pro Heros.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be jealous, in silence...He doesn't want to bother you, he really doesn't but poor baby can't stand you talking to a guy that wants you. After you and the guy stopped talking, he would ask so many questions about the conversation but you assure him that he was the only man you're interested in.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to use emoticons when texting you. He thinks the little faces like ">:(", ":3", ":D" are super cute!! He probably got the idea from Ochco.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to spend money on you like you're his All Might merch. He will NEVER leave a store empty-handed, especially with you. He always asks if you want anything; regardless of your answer, he'll buy you a snack or something.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to surprisingly be the big spoon in the relationship. Everyone thinks you wear the pants but really he does. He's so responsible (sometimes) and it helps that you're close to him.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to rant to you about his day. It can be something about school or his hero life. He rants and yap his ass away whenever he can.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to buy matching outfits for you two. And to do matching Halloween costumes every year. It's either matching costumes or he dresses up as All Might. No debate.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be shy around you even during the relationship. No matter what, he always asks if he can hold your hand when you two are out. (P.S. his hands are always sweaty.)

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to be embarrassed when his mom talks to you. He knows that she'll say something about how he acted when he was little.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend to have terrible music taste. So you have to put him on with songs in your personal playlist. When you found out that he listened to shit like Alan Walker (no offense :D) you bawled. His Spotify playlist was rearranged the next day.

Izuku ! is the type of boyfriend who uses puppy eyes when he wants something from you. (it works.)

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭.

#zukalpa writes #izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #izuku midoryia smut #izuku midoryia x you #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #deku x reader #mha deku #bnha deku #deku x y/n #deku x you #female reader #mha izuku x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #midoriya x y/n #mha headcanons #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x female reader #izuku midoriya x male reader #izuku midoriya x gn reader #fluff #izuku midoriya smut #izuku midoriya fluff #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #mha fluff #boku no hero academia

[jestersmaskblog]

you people are so fucking stupid

perhaps the reading comprehension on this site is piss poor because the only thing you people can comprehend is incomprehensible to anyone who goes outside ever Is "all rap is sexist/violent/whatever" a stupid take? YES but some of it is and some people have only listened to like... 2 artist before AND there have been other rappers who have talked about the sexism in the industry HELL in the shit that started this entire bullshit one of kendrick's bar's literally mentions "theres weird shit in this industry" motherfuckers were tryna get tory lanez off for shooting megan the stallion, chris brown is STILL allowed to do whatever, and believe it or not, it's pretty easy to find on my acc that I am in fact a woman, and yk other motherfucker, down with the ship down with crew, it wasn't even that long ago it was a bigass topic that female rappers were talkin about men the same way male rappers talked about women, but i guess yall aren't ready for that conversation since it's easier for man to try to switch the topic away from exploitation and double standards against women and like i FUCKING SAID, i like rap, theres a lot of rap artists that make music that isn't violent, is chill, is introspective, gets into your feelings n shit, I also really only listen to female rap artists sue me But I want yall to go back and actually fuckin dust off that 8th grade reading level, and read the original fucking post i reblogged, doesn't matter what the intention was it was 100% fucking phrased like rap is the only music POC make, or the only music by POC people know is rap, it's fucking not, because it had no fucking mention of what people have been saying which I by the way haven't fucking heard anyone say and i've heard a TON of people talking about the kendrick drake beef, because i talk to people that exist off tumblr.com and once again the way the phrased it only works if there wasn't people of color on the top 100 chart, and stop being fucking weird about mixed people, mixed people are still fully allowed to identify with their heritage and some of yall, are just fucking weird, yes I did name artists that aren't mixed, i just happened to also name artists that are mixed? what happened to not erasing mixed people's cultural identity? you do realized the person i fucking responded to to begin with is not only mixed, but it's also not with black at all, tumblr really has this issue where they feel like they can only defend one community by diminishing another and it's fucking gross, as for me mentioning growing up in a mixed community, that was, as i stated multiple fucking times if you people weren't morons, only in relation to me having seen first fuckin hand different kinds of POC can be racist to eachother, as in, once again, the motherfucker wasn't black, sure they were POC, but not black, so they're on equal standing with me in this SPECIFIC conversation since i need to spell it out for yall, since yall seem to forget different POC experience different things and people of color aren't a fucking monolith that all experience the exact same things in conclusion, you can all kill yourselves now <3 and you've all become the very thing you hate, some of yall are sexist, some of all are gross towards mixed people, and some of yall are just straight up racist by generalizing xoxo, i regret nothing, and it's completely worth it to get your GED <3

[echobx]

Timing - JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: reader is dealing with losing JJ after he went missing with the rest of the Pogues (end of s2! to start of s3!), leaving her and her heart behind

warnings: angst, visions of drowning (not detailed), delusions and visions because of malnutrition and depression

word count: 1.3k

author's note: I write angsty shit when I'm depressed. it's a theme.

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You're curled up in your bed, eyes burning red, nose runny, mouth slightly agape. The alarm clock on your nightstand reads 2:48am and you watch the minutes run.

Your dream has destroyed your peace. Peace as much as anyone can call your state of being such. There is nothing peaceful about the depression you have fallen into, nothing quirky about the way your body trembles at every touch, always reminded of him.

2:49am.

You know you should drink something to regain a tiny bit of strength and maybe fall back asleep, but when you drink you'll just be able to cry even more. So you don't. Maybe if you refuse to, it will end faster.

2:50am.

The branch outside your window keeps knocking against the glass. The same dull noise that his knuckles made almost every night. But you know it's not him. You know he's gone.

2:51am.

Maybe a shower would help. But you'd have to get up for that, so it's a no for the shower. No one there to jokingly say, “you're gonna shower without me, princess?”

2:52am.

If you'd look out of the window you'd see his bike, parked in the same spot where he'd left it that day. Quickly stopping by to tell you about a new lead. Telling you to not worry. Telling you to stay home because it probably meant nothing, and after all, it's too dangerous, he'd kill himself if something happened to you.

2:53am.

And your mind drifts back to sleep, exhausted from the pain and malnutrition.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you, my love,” JJ is standing in front of your house. He looks as pretty as ever. Cut off shirt, cargo shorts, boots, his favorite red cap on backwards and a sorry smile on his face. But when you jump forwards into his arms you fall and you fall and fall and fall. Drowning, really. Sinking to the bottom of the ocean. His lost treasure, truly.

Maybe that's what you had signed up for unknowingly. A life of pain because you fell in love with a boy who couldn't sit still for the life of him.

“Hey, shhh, it's okay. I'm right here,” JJ’s voice is like music to you and when you open your eyes he's holding you close in his arms.

“Is this real? Are you really here?” you ask, close to tears.

“Of course I'm here. Where else would I be but with my favorite girl,” he laughs softly and kisses your forehead, but you can't feel it.

“This is a dream,” you remind yourself and sit up.

“Does it matter? I'm here now. You have me. Isn't that enough?” JJ asks and you press your hands to your ears and cradle your body, swinging back and forth in your seat.

“Not real. Wake up. Wake up!” you tell yourself and after some time it finally works.

The alarm clock reads 4:21am.

The sun is coming up soon. You think about how real it had felt before he had kissed you. You think about how much more comfortable it had been to drown than to be alive.

4:22am.

Maybe it's the dumbest thing ever, love. It's just too painful. You could do good without love.

4:23am.

Your favorite shirt of his doesn't even smell like him anymore.

4:24am.

In ten minutes it'll be four weeks that your parents had woken you up in panic to make sure you hadn't vanished the same way your friends had.

4:25am.

Your feet carry you to your closet. Getting dressed is methodical.

4:26am.

He left his keys. “So I have no choice but to come back to you, princess.”

4:27am.

You know your parents will wake up when they hear the engine of the bike, so you decide to push it for a bit, down the road and then you can get on.

4:28am.

He didn't park in neutral. Stupid boy. Stupid stupid boy who stole your stupid stupid heart.

4:29am.

The engine is louder than you expected. You see the lights turn on inside your home, but you're already gone by the time your parents have realized what you are doing.

4:30am.

Cold air stings when it shoots right into your teary face.

4:31am.

The sun is coming up in the distance, it's beautiful. You remember doing this with JJ. Staying up all night and driving around to see the sunset and come up again.

4:32am.

You stop at a red light although no one is there. JJ had started touching your ankles on the pegs every time he had to stop.

4:33am.

The Shack is sitting lonely at the sound. The hammock’s empty, the porch lonely and the pick-up orphaned.

4:24am.

Breaking and Entering is illegal actually. Not that you care, you've done worse with JJ by your side. You need a new shirt, maybe the ones in the closet here still smell like him. You need it like a drug addict seeks the next kick.

4:25am.

One month and no life sign. You should stop hoping. Stop wishing. Stop. “JUST STOP” you scream and fall down on the bed.

4:26am.

“I'm not even doing anything,” JJ whispers from next to you.

“Leave me. I don't want to love you anymore. It hurts so much. Please,” you cry and curl up on the bed, holding onto the shirt.

“I can't. You know why,” he whispers, lying opposite of you.

“I don't want it,” you cry and screw your eyes shut.

“All you gotta do is let go,” JJ whispers.

“I don't know how to not love you,” you hush and reach out for him, but there's nothing there. You're alone.

6:34am.

Ghosts don't know how to make dishes clatter.

6:35am.

You pinch yourself before walking out of the bedroom, making sure it's not another dream.

6:36am.

It has to be a dream. Gotta be. No other explanation.

6:37am.

He hasn't turned around yet. It's a dream. It's a dream, has to be. 5.3% chance that he's real, maybe less.

6:38am.

You take the baseball bat that stands next to the bedroom door in your hand. Ghosts don't feel pain.

6:39am.

You don't know what hurts more, JJ's head or your heart.

6:40am.

“Jesus fucking Christ, who the fuck is trying to murder-” he spins around, one hand still holding onto the bat to stop it from hitting him again.

6:41am.

You can hear your head hitting the wooden floor as you go down.

11:57am.

Hospital beds are not comfortable. The lights are harsh. Your head is screaming.

11:58am.

Someone is holding your hand. Rings, familiar ones at that. You blink slowly. How is this real?

11:59am.

“My ghost keeps torturing me,” you whisper and he turns his blonde head around to you. Furrowed brows and blue eyes stare back at you.

12:00pm.

“You got ghosts? Can I get one too?” JJ smiles and you shake your head.

“You're my ghost, there's no ghost who needs ghosts.”

“Could a ghost do this?”

12:01pm.

His lips are pressed to yours and you can feel it. Hot and heavy and not a dream. Not a Dream. Not. A. Dream.

12:02pm.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave like that, and when we came back I wanted to clean up first. But you got to me quicker,” JJ whispers. “I wish I could turn back time and take you with me.”

12:03pm.

I love you's are underrated. You could hear him mumble it against your lips until you die. And when you say it back he smiles wider.

12:04pm.

Your parents yell at you for running out, but you don't care, you have your ghost. And this time, everyone else can see your ghost too. Everyone can see how much he loves you, and you him.

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[cevansbrat0007]

9,26, 34 for the best growing pains peeps

9. What do they dislike most about each other?

So not many people know this, but Andrew Barber can be a bit of a slob, which drives Baby Girl nuts. He's the type of person whose clothes can always be found near the hamper instead of in it. Get what I'm saying?

It's enough to make our want to pull her hair out.

Although Andy makes more of an effort these days, he's been known to go back to his old ways to piss off Baby Girl when he's in a mood. He also likes to follow it up by making a lot of noise when he gets ready in the morning.

As for Baby Girl, she has a bad habit of ignoring anything to do with car maintenance. Before they ever purchased a vehicle together, he tried to teach her some basics, like how to check her tire pressure and oil levels. Both times ended with him having a tire gauge thrown at his skull.

Thank goodness our girl can't aim for shit.

She also sometimes forgets to turn the lights off once she leaves a room. It's not all that uncommon for Andy to come home to a house that's completely lit up. On those nights he has to take three solid deep breaths and count to ten before he walks through the door.

26. What sacrifices do they make for each other?

Baby Girl sacrificed her career in order to have their family - although she doesn't necessarily think of it that way. And while Andy didn't ask her to do that, there's no way they could have the life they currently enjoy if both parents worked out of the home. However, as the children get older she does begin freelancing.

As for Andy, only those close to him know that he sacrificed a potential political career in order to save his marriage. I'll hopefully be able to explore this more one day. But I can tell you that this occurred around the time of their fight in Distant.

And both of them are willing to sacrifice sleep if it means being able to catch-up and reconnect with their spouse on a weeknight.

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

Plenty. No matter how old they get or how many children they birth, these two are just a couple of goofballs at heart. Lately, when one goes to rib the other about something, the person who's about to get made fun of tells the other to "save it for the mixtape".

Which is code for "save it for their Friday night rap battle". Winner gets to pick the movie (once the kids fall asleep), bragging rights, and (when applicable) the last slice or piece of whatever dessert is in the fridge.

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[solradguy]

The weather needs to stop being cold and cloudy and stupid and miserable so my brain gets back out of fart stink hibernation seasonal affective disorder bastard mode. I gotta draw Sol Badguy but my motivation is directly tied to how much the sun's been out like I'm some kinda sunflower solar panel

#textpost #Winter is ALMOST OVER I saw a dandelion today in the yard and it was over 40f after the sun went below the treeline this evening #HOWEVER. we have gotten snow until May before. Hell on this bitch of an earth #Ordered Loctite for the grub screw on the gear on the extrusion motor shaft for my Ender today #Can't use it til it comes in and I glue it in place... #Tomorrow I gotta work on my 25th anniversary GG zine piece. It's gonna be cool af this whole zine is #Been thinking of things to do to my red jacket too. Might do a design with my brain dog on the back #Haven't thought further than that yet #Haven't worked on translations in a while either. No motivation. Too many think points required to read Japanese #I'll get back into it eventually #I've been keeping up on my kanji studies at least so it's not degrading. God there're so many #Mostly I've been reading a lot. Got a book on dragons. A western. Some books on writing to clean up my technique #Did a little planning for chapter 5 of Interlude this evening too. I didn't get far because I gotta reread Begin's epilogue #and check the actual canon timeline. Though Interlude's got about 5 more months chronologically til it's to the end of the epilogue #Need to clean my pipe (weed) too... #I deleted the Tumblr app off my phone the other day. Need a social media detox. I was wasting a lot of time on here #Getting worked up about shit that doesn't matter

[junebugtwin]

even while it was happening, you knew it wasn't going to last

#parahumans #worm #lisa wilbourn #tattletale #feeling BAD about my girl lisa in the club tonite #i am convinced she is the most tragic main character in worm #which is a bold statement i know #but i just cant handle even thinking about her shit FOR REAL #she knew the cops and robbers shit was bullshit! from the very beginning! #of course she did! Coil fucking forced her to work for him at gunpoint and she totally understands that #if she doesn't do what he wants shes going to end up in a torturebasement!! #she knew aall of taylors funny little problems n Issues from the start! she tried SO hard to keep her alive and at least a little happy #struggling and clinging and digging in her claws as she watches this girl somehow get Worse(?) #and every time taylor takes a step towards the void guess who sees it in excruciating detail even when taylor can't/wont!!!! #and in the end it doesn't matter!! all her schemes and plans don't amount for shit!! she doesn't save the girl! #she doesn't save the girl. #my art

[robotpussy]

when you express your feelings to one of your parents and they take it as a personal attack..................

#like no because i was telling my mum for years that i cant just have a film degree and then walk into the industry #i kept telling her i have to make my own stuff to build up my portfolio cause the reality is they don't give af abt degrees #they just want to know if u can do what u say u can and she would constantly discourage me from making my own stuff #and now she wants to call me to say that shes encouraging me to pursue my dreams like... this always fucking happens #i will say i need to do something and she will disregard it or or shut it down and then years down the line she will tell me #to do what i was suggesting years before that... and when i tell her i said this years before she gets upset and starts yelling #when i told her shes been constantly discouraged me from making my own stuff for 3 years she started telling me its not true #because she helped me apply to a bunch of film residentials etc when that's not what im saying???? im saying when i #told her i wanted to work on personal projects. just because im excited she would shut it down immediately im not talking abt #you helping me find out about the bfi film academy??? but now she wants to push me to do it.... telling me about it like I've never #spoken to her about this before. she still has the mentality of no matter what age you are everything you say shouldn't be taken into #account because im older than you and i automatically know whats best. this happens all the time #all i can say is she actually apologised because in the past she used to never say sorry. i would just tell her im sorry and we'll leave #ot at that but atleast she said sorry. even tho she kept saying 'im sorry if u felt i discouraged you' like she still doesn't believe #what im saying. unsolicited advice but the advice is just shit i said to her years before..... its so infuriating #its why i rarely ever talk to her

[erwinsvow]

“you and rafe had spent the first hour of the morning rolling around in his bed at tannyhill, working up a sweat, which then was washed off in the shower together.”

could you do a drabble about this😣 shy reader and rafe are my babies. they’re so cute!!

oh my goodness you are too sweet! i love this line and i hope i did it justice for you ♡

pressed against the wall of rafe's shower, warm water splashing on your skin and rafe's hands on your hips, you close your eyes and wonder if you're really here. the crush you'd been nursing for what seems like ever washes over you one more time, and it makes your entire body shiver.

there was nothing better than sleeping over at rafe's. and it seemed like he was being extra nice when you did, letting you pick out the movie (a girly rom-com) and taking you out for ice cream at midnight (vanilla softserve that you'd shared with him).

in the morning, you'd woken up with limbs entangled, his head in your hair and somehow, with you still gripping onto his hand. the position in which you two woke up had made it too easy to repeat last night's activities again, ending up with your face buried in your pillow and rafe slamming into you from behind. your fingers curl around his sheets, moans muffled by the covers until he grips the back of your head, lifting you up by your hair so he can hear you better.

nothing about sleeping with rafe feels the same, in fact it feels different everytime—more toe curling and thighs trembling than the last—but one thing always stays the same, and that's how much rafe likes to hear you when you cum.

when rafe cums, it's messy, filling you up and leaking onto his sheets. you've made a mess without trying, skin sweaty, hair tangled from where his fist was. you could close your eyes and fall asleep again in a minute, if he'd let you.

"open your eyes, kid. we got shit to do."

"hmm-" you let out, quiet and soft, another moan while you feel rafe's cum slip out of you. it's a noise of contentment—and truly, there's no better feeling in the world. "like what?"

"shower. eat somethin'. c'mon, don't fall asleep on me."

"please, rafe. tired." your eyes stay closed—the way you said, he has half a mind to let you stay like this. rafe thinks briefly that he'd keep you like this forever if he could, naked and delirious in his bed. another thought floats around and enraptures his brain—the fact that you'd comply easily, that you'd want to stay like that too.

"after we shower you can sleep." you open an eye, looking up at your boyfriend. the sun shines on his bare shoulder, making his hair glow with light.

"we?"

"yes, kid. we."

"hm," you pretend to debate for a second. "let me think about it." you don't get any more time to even try to think—he picks you up and into the air immediately, carrying you to the bathroom.

that's how you end up like this, your cheek on the tile. rafe brushes aside some wet hair from your neck to press a kiss there. even in the lukewarm water his touch feels hot, so much so you think your skin's on fire.

he slides in easily—your knees go weak at the feeling. but it doesn't matter—like always—rafe's holding you up, fucking into you while your eyes stay clamped shut. overstimulated beyond belief, unsure where rafe ends and you begin, you cry out while he pounds into you. it's only another minute, everything gets tight and tense and painfully hot, you think you're cumming again, head falling back onto rafe's shoulder while he fucks you through it.

your moans seem louder this time—rafe's too, listening intently while he spills inside you again. you think it feels even better now than it did on his bed, than it did last night.

when you open your eyes, something's different. you realize the shower's not on anymore. rafe's still holding you up, the two of you catch your breath, and you look up at him confused.

"why did you turn the water off? we have to shower."

"couldn't hear you over it."

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #shy reader

[wildflowercryptid]

i'm developing lisia izumi more while making a fanmix for her and besties? she's really going through it. 😔

#thinking about her more and how being a child star effects her (especially in her teens and early 20s) #i know i said that her and bree would stay together after the whole publicity incident over them dating #but it'd probably be more realistic that lisia would break up with bree to protect her from harassment #after that lisia just throws herself into work and bottles up a lot of shit she's feeling #that doesn't get dealt with until she's like 20 and has a nervous breakdown #meanwhile bree tries dating other ppl (most notably lucas) but they never work out since honestly? they never got over lisia #and they're the first one there when lisia ends up getting hospitalized. which just makes lisia burst into tears. #it doesn't matter that they drifted apart after the break up they still care for each other a lot #and bree wants to be there for lisia like how she was there for her while she was struggling with her gender #they do end up getting back together after lisia recovers and is in a better place #sorry to bring it back to talking about brelisia they just mean a lot to me now aaaa #hc : lisia izumi #mj.txt #ask to tag

[albatris]

I have a full day tattoo tomorrow, maybe 8 hours, I'm going to get so much rental car writing done on my phone! (lying)

#best of intentions #but probly I'll be 2 sleepy and out of it lol #gotta get up earleeeeeweey #tomorrow i will be working on the tag on my murderboard titled #Nat Finch had the single most distressing week of his young life so far #<3! #his eyes bleed in front of his mechanic! he has a panic attack in a doctor's waiting room! he has sudden murderous cravings! the #mysterious force that's plaguing his body and altering his organs starts doing freaky agonising shit to his stomach and STOPS as #soon as someone calls an ambulance on nat again and people try to help him then STARTS AGAIN immediately after they leave #like it doesn't want to get fucking found out and is sentient enough to know it's being observed :) #nat is just like #why does the sun hurt make me hurt. what is this new allergic reaction. why is everything so loud all the time. wow these #intrusive thoughts sure are rough. why am i so hungry all the time no matter what i eat. whats with this fucking #perfume i keep smelling on everyone its so annoying it smells delicious and keeps reminding me how hungry i am :((( #whats happening to me :((( #lmao looks like someone didn't read the blurb before they signed on to be protagonist <3 #but yeah lmao he goes to beg his mechanic not to charge him extra but midway through the conversation #he coughs up blood and his eyes start glowing and bleeding and get kinda red and demonic lookin n whatever n #his mechanic is suddenly just like UH ACTUALLY NEVER MIND DONT WORRY ABOUT PAYING HAVE A NICE DAY #aka ''whatever the fuck this guy is i want nothing to do with it'' #n nat is just like #aww that was nice! i dont really get why he did that but I'm not complaining! maybe he just thought i was a bit down and took #pity on me? #<- has no idea he looked like a fucking demon sent straight from hell

[nagitoedit]

just remembered the whole first song of the year thing . i cant even remember what the last ones have been . for 3 years it was busiest by george ezra bc the first time was on accident then i just did that again twice. and that was new years 2017, 2018, and 2019 i think. for 2020 i have no clue. and no clue for 2021. or 2022. a heem heem whimper

#i'm really upset about not being able to remember to be honest #i've been noticing recently that i just cannot remember various things anymore and it's just genuinely distressing #and it might not be things that matter. like what my new years songs were for the past 3 years. the names of my middle school teachers #or other things. and it doesn't matter but it does #whatever. but maybe it could be for the best considering that i get so anxious and worked up over deciding the first song because #stupid things like this matter too much to me and for no reason i just get soo caught up in it . it's the same thing with how #hypotheticals like 'if you could only listen to one album for the rest of your life what would it be' make me so stressed and upset #me when i seem to be like intricately hand designed by god to be constantly tormented by stupid shit that doesn't matter i guess

[spiritofjustice]

think i might have said something to this degree before but it's a shame Beau dies before he ever gets to meet/interact with Mimi. i think they could have kind of an endearing friendship, barring Beau being. yknow. her husband's affair partner KRKFN but ignoring that, she'd probably find him to be very funny and sweet, at least in small doses. i think they'd click to the point Vincent would feel weird about it lol.

i once thought abt an AU where Beau is alive long enough to go to New York n meet Mimi and i think that'd be fun horror all on its own, though. meeting someone that she initially really likes, then getting weird vibes about his relationship to her husband, and then the slow dawning realization of "something is deeply wrong with this man and i'm scared' while Vincent seems to be completely blind to the idea that anything is wrong and there's very little she can do. tis a fun concept. too bad i can't use it

#psy's no punctuation posts #SOBR tag #mimi augustus #beau rudolph #horror and frustration feel like a natural pairing. Mother! was pretty bad but the frustration tied to horror was SO good #and i think that's underrated. the feeling of someone being right but no one is listening or changing their mind no matter what is so scary #anyways back to general Beau and Meems stuff #long term i think she would eventually get pissed off at him for being so irresponsible #though she might also be more firm about trying to get him to clean his act up than Vincent is. and i wonder if that'd work #bcs ofc it's Mimi's job to mother this grown ass man in hopes of him getting his shit together. lmao #she doesn't need that drama KRJKF #BUT LIKE i rly do think they'd have a cute friendship if it doesn't get too deep. Beau would adore her too #also idk WHY i feel like Vincent would get weird about it. it's not like he doesn't like the idea of Beau and Meems getting along. #i think he wants them to get along and everyone to be happy but it triggers some odd jealousy in him #which i actually do kinda like Beau/Mimi as a concept. a casual relationship. so maybe Vincent SHOULD worry but KRJFH #she should worry more than anyone. dear god woman get out of there MKSDND #even if he isn't possessed it's just a really bad idea to get involved with him romantically lol #i ship Mimi with happiness and finding a man who can actually properly reciprocate her endless affection