#and in my head i was like 'bitch when in my essay writing time?? fuck no'

[figments-of-nightmares]

just had The Most Disastrous exam oh my fuck

#fae's thoughts #okay so. first it started late which made me anxious #then they were one paper short so they had to go print one for me which made it EVEN LATER #THEN the question for the essay was abt language features and quotes but i couldnt remember many (i rememberd 2) #so i had to makeshift ones so i used the title #a character metaphor #the 2 quotes i could remember #at one place i wrote (insert quote i cant remeber) #nd then my structure for the essay was also absolute shit #and THEN the creative writinf i literally wrote a scene out of good omens but a bit different #but if my teachers watched s2 he absolutely knows where i got The Inspiration #and THEN i wrote 18 pages all in all #which is 6 booklets #and u have to label them individually #and bc i had 6 booklets it took me so long #and everyone literally had to wait #and i was doing it as fast as i could #and one if the exam invigilators was like 'u shouldve done that' #and in my head i was like 'bitch when in my essay writing time?? fuck no' #but out loud i was just like 'yeah im sorry' #and then the nice one was like 'take ur time u dont wanna mess it up' #but everyone was waiting for me and it was soo embarrassing #nd just ughhhh it sucked :/ #so bleh

[lavenderlyncis]

Join me in reviewing Olivia Rodrigo's album GUTS. I've waited years for this!!

all-american bitch - 9/10, big fan. I love it when she screams because the world is unfair. same girl, same

bad idea right? - 10/10. I know this one is controversial but I LOVE her more punky songs, I think that's when she's best

vampire - 10/10. I'm not always a fan of piano ballads, but the bridge and outro really make it for me. The hurt turning into anger and despair is just so cathartic. And the video is one of my faves of all time

lacy - 1000/10. What the hell. Did not expect to feel this much emotion from that title. Uhhh... yeah, same. I super relate to that. Whether or not lacy is supposed to be a real person or a manifestation of the beauty standard, this hits. Also, idk if I'm making this up but I dig the romantic undertones, they sell it

ballad of a homeschooled girl - "I made it weird, I made it worse"/10. OLIVIA HOW DID YOU KNOW that I lie awake thinking about all the weird things I did and said, Olivia, did you write this for me specifically??? Every day I am alive IS social suicide. I'm sorry, this is my song, actually. "Can't think of a third line", she's so real

making the bed - "I'm playing the victim so well in my head"/10. How. Does. She. Do. It? I could write an entire essay about this song. Maybe THIS is my song?? She's so good at saying exactly how I feel. I already know that this song will play a million times on my phone. Also I love the drivers license references. Big fan of the making the bed metaphor

logical - 9/10. favourite crime vibes. She's good with these songs about bad relationships. Used to be my favourite thing she did, but now I'm more invested in the songs that are about her/other experiences. That being said this song is really fucking good. This is the Olivia I fell in love with and she's still amazing at doing piano ballads

get him back! - 9/10. Olivia having ANOTHER song with speak-singing where she wants to get back with her ex?? Yes, PLEASE. Bad idea right 2.0. Fucking obsessed

love is embarrassing - 10/10. I said it before I'll say it again, angry Olivia is the best. And she's right, love IS embarrassing as hell

the grudges - 10/10. She does the paino ballads SO WELL. I think this is my favourite one on here. Because, wow, yeah, that is how it is

pretty isn't pretty - i can't rate this/10. GOD, I love it when she talks about insecurities. And don't think I don't see that skipping lunch line. It's sp hard to articulate how this song makes me feel. Especially since I've been low key comparing myself to her, even though we have entirely different bodies and faces. It's nice to know she also struggles with this. And she's right, you could do literally anything to change your appearance and you'd still be unhappy

teenage dream - 100000/10. "Is it recording? Of course it is.", the way I gasped. Okay, I love the interpretation of it ending with a child to be about growing up and childhood innocence. But the line she says?? Especially combined with the meaning of the song it feels a lot like it's about taking away youth by recording it and putting it out there just like she was supposed to be everyone's teenage dream as a child actor and young musician. This feels so personal to her while also being relatable to others. I'm 19 too, Olivia and I are born in the same year. And this is exactly how I feel about growing up. I hope it gets better, my teenage years were crap, I'm tired of being young, but it's also the only thing I can hold onto. I'm honestly terrified of turning 20. But hey, Olivia did it, so... it'll get better, right?

#i should probably stop trying to give songs numbers #they're all perfect to me #or2 #olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #or

[winonaparadise]

short story 💯

wrote a very quick story about a class i took in college. if you like my writing in my videos you may like this

Five years ago today I was clawing through state university. I had switched majors in an effort to come away with something more material from my college experience – but I was also trying to earn as many credits with as few courses to keep my schooling short and cheap.

I took a heavy weighted class in “media law.” A subject notoriously as intricate as it is absolutely fucking stupid. Anything you could learn, Disney will change tommorrow. The professor was an adjunct, splitting his time between the humble basement where boys with Pulp Fiction posters in their dorms fiddled with cameras and the actual law school where he was employed some miles down the road. I have never seen Pulp Fiction, but I’ve fiddled with enough cameras and enough of the boys who own them to have reviewed it twice. This is not a problem to me now.

Then I was stupid. Twenty. And basically friendless. I spent all my time trying to make something the same way the universe spent billions of years pouring hot soup into holes and hoping life would bubble out. I studied Japanese during quiet matches of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds. I never got a win, and I never got an “A” in Japanese.

Weeks of school went by as I skimmed textbooks, got high, and thought about talking to literally anyone. Academic words danced around the edges of my brain like sand. I wrote essays on the same autopilot I write today. Feverish. Flowing. Fantasizing about what it would be like to go out with someone instead of texting a girl who now lived in Japan and making ramen noodles while listening for footsteps in a digital warzone.

I did all my work. I submitted it on something called “canvas” that the muscle memory in my fingers still types in search bars to this day. I never checked my grades. I knew they were bad.

Classes dragged me through the week on a bungee cord. I lived a block away from the bulk of them and found myself drifting in halls of buildings I’d never attended just to keep myself from meandering back home to draw a bad comic about a girl who lived in hell. 

I knew nobody. I went nowhere. I struggled to do classwork alone on outdoor benches dreaming of someone speaking to me. I needed to live in hell instead.

My media law professor was late the weekend after our first term essays were due. I don’t know what mode of transportation he took to get from one school to the other but today the Carolina sun had drenched him sweaty. We were chilly waiting for him to begin.

“Just about every single one of you failed.” He spat and chugged coffee through the entire period. “While I first was grading I thought I was the one who failed.”

He didn’t let the moment of respite last. “But I also did something I’ve never done before.” He paced like my father did when a restaurant was closed early. “I gave out my first perfect score. Which prevents me from grading on a curve.”

He huffed, he assigned a new reading, and he rushed out like he had lit dynamite. “Do better!” “What an asshole.” The girl who sat next to me in every class spoke as if she had been holding her breath. “Fuck him and fuck whoever got that hundred.”

“I know right!” I launched in on her anger, feeling it too. Back and forth we complained. We walked off campus together. She had long blonde hair and towered over me. I had felt ugly and mousey next to her, but today I felt like her equal. It felt good to bitch.

“I got a fucking 50. What about you?”

“It wasn’t pretty.” I recalled how I stayed up the night before the assignment was due. I milked bullshit into a puree. I got a rush of adrenaline from killing someone with a shotgun through a door in an abandoned house on the outskirts of Pochinki. I was probably close to being expelled. “This class is too fucking hard,” she smoked and shook her head by a bus stop on Tate Street. “I’m not about to lose my freetime over it.”

“Right.” I imagined her at parties. Black silhouettes against colored lights and deafening music. Like The Social Network. “We should be partners for the next assignment,” she got out her phone and passed it to me for my number. I typed it in. I waved her off on the bus. We did the assignment together. We texted each other about our studies. We joked about finding the guy who got the perfect score and beating him senseless. I thought about talking to her about my art or what we were making in other classes, but never did.

Towards the end of the semester I had to plan the next. A whirlpool churned in my stomach as I clicked on “grades” on my campus’ online portal. I had an A+ in a single course. 

Media Law.

My friend from class texted me that she was dreading the final. I texted her that if we failed I would kill Mr. Perfect Score. She texted “lol.”

She passed the course. I got my degree so I assume I did too. We stopped texting.

That professor emailed me asking me to take a course at the law school down the road. He said he would let me sit in and see if I wanted to change majors a third time. I never replied.

A law degree would just make Mr. Perfect Score a hundred times more punchable.

#short story #nonfiction #drugs cw

[roses-r-rosie3]

I kinda had this thought for Chad Meeks

So what if Male Reader had to go to the library cause he had to make up some work and after awhile Chad just gets worried and checks on reader by calling them and reader reassures him he’s fine.(Even tho he’s the only person in the library)

But then Chad gets a message from an unknown number showing a video of Reader from afar working. When Chad calls Reader again out of worry and panic trying to warn Y/N(Us) but as he’s getting reassured once again he hears Reader scream who gets attacked when he’s still on the phone making the group/Core 4 including Anika quickly drive over just to see ambulances and reader getting put up in the back of the ambulance truck.

( Sorry if this is too much or if it’s something you don’t feel like writing just an idea I had😭)

Concern

Chad Meeks x M!Reader

Warnings: angst and swearing

Quote: “Chad, I think it’s cute that you are concerned for me but I’m fine okay?”

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Chad and y/n we’re cuddling on Chad’s bed watching a movie when a thought suddenly hit y/n, his essay for his film studies class was due in 2 days and he did not study at all.

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby but I gotta go to the library to study” y/n said.

“But It’s 11pm is there even gonna be anybody there” said Chad.

“There’s probably gonna be lots of people there studying too, I mean a lot of tests are due on Friday” y/n said.

“Fine, Just be safe okay?” Chad said.

“I will” y/n said as he kissed Chad before walking to the library.

After y/n finally arrived at the library, he saw that not a lot of people were there except for 2 workers, but he found a spot in the middle of the big library and unpacked his books and laptop.

But not too long afterwards Chad called y/n.

“Hey babe, just checking to see you’re okay” Chad said.

“Yes Chad, I’m fine, it’s just a library, it’s not like a book is gonna come to life and chase me” y/n chuckled.

“Can you blame me? There’s a killer on the loose and you’re close to me” Chad said.

“I’ll be okay, love you” y/n said before hanging up the phone.

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After y/n hung up, Chad felt more assured that y/n was okay. But all of a sudden a random number started to text him.

Unknown ID

Is y/n with you right now?

That’s weird..

Chad

Sorry, he isn’t but may I ask who this is? Are you a friend of his?

Unknown ID

I’m not a friend of his, but a friend of yours, tell me, did you miss me Chad?

Maybe this was a old friend of Chad’s?

Chad

I’m sorry but do I know you?

Unknown ID

It’s been a while since we hung out

Chad

Can you remind me when we last hung out?

Unknown ID

When I gutted you like a pig, and you almost died

So, y/n isn’t with you huh?

So where is he?

Chad

I’ll never tell you fuck head

Unknown ID

I’ll give you one last chance

Where is he bitch!

Chad

You’re not going anywhere near him

Unknown ID

Fine then

The unknown number sent a video to Chad. It was a video of y/n studying and a knife pointing at him. Chad immediately called y/n.

“Chad, I think it’s cute that you are concerned for me but I’m fine okay?” Y/n said.

“Y/n you need to get out of there now!” Chad yelled as he quickly put on his shoes and rushed out the door.

“What do you mea- oh my god!” Y/n screamed.

“Y/n!” Chad said as he heard y/n’s phone drop and y/n’s sobs and screams for help.

“Anika! Mindy! Quinn! Ethan! Sam! Tara! Anyone! Help!” Chad yelled.

“What is it” Sam Said as her and the rest of the group came out of her dorm.

“Y/n’s in trouble! We need to help him!” Chad impatiently.

“Anika, get your car keys, Mindy call the police now!” Sam said as she ran out of the form quickly.

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As the group finally arrived at the library they saw an unconscious y/n getting wheeled into a ambulance, two body bags (the two workers) and Wayne, Kirby, and Gale coming to greet the group.

“From what we saw y/n got stabbed a total of 26 times, luckily the killer didn’t stab him in the major organs, but he is severely injured and probably won’t recover until a couple months” Kirby said.

“This is all my fault, if I didn’t let him go he wouldn’t have been hurt” Chad said in guilt.

“Chad, it’s not your fault, the important thing is that he is alive” said Mindy reassuring her brother.

“I’m going to stay with him until he recovers” said Chad as he walked into the ambulance with y/n.

#male x male #mlm #malexmale #male reader #male reader x scream #scream x male reader #mxm #scream 6 #gay #swearing #scream #angst #chad meeks martin #chad meeks x male reader

[venbetta]

What would be your top 5 favorite fnaf characters?

//Mild Ruin Spoilers

Never really thought about it, but from the top of my head I'd say:

5. Glamrock Bonnie

While he didn't have a lot of screen time, his initial mystery of his absence is what interested me. The fact we got to see remnants, and even sadly, what remained of him in ruin made the hype kinda worth it. Also... gay bunny.

4. Roxanne Wolf

I didn't like Roxy at first, I mean she was kind of a bitch in the base game, but I will admit her design is cool and she's pretty as fuck. Ruin made her look even more gorgeous like... I could kiss the artist that made those cutouts of her. Her little "death" scene made me sob. She grew on me.

3. Cassie

Not sure if human characters were included but I say, fuck it and included Cassie. She's so brave, I love her and she didn't deserve anything bad to happen to her. She's cute, her relationship with Roxy was precious even if it was hardly mentioned, her design is top notch (honestly. She's either mixed or light skinned. I love her either way).

She's resilient as fuck, my only gripe is that as a black girl myself, girlie, why the fuck didn't you leave as soon as you felt sus by "Gregory"... I mean we wouldn't have Ruin if she just left but... please. Cassie. I love you. But GET OUT.

2. Freddy Fazbear

Call me basic, but he was my original favorite from the first game. He scares the shit out of me still and I love that. When you think Freddy Fazbear, he's the face you think of. He's like stereotypical Barbie (positive). I feel like I could hug him and he'd just tell me stories about life and his experiences (not in a long-winded Mr. Hippo way either).

I remember in 5th grade when the game came out I told my friend, "I like Freddy." And she called me a furry... I didn't know what that was until she explained it and I quickly said "...No. he's just my favorite." ...

1. Glamrock Freddy

Uhm... I think he's the reason why I identify as a furry now in the current year of 2023. I could write an entire essay, make an entire presentation as to why I love this animatronic bear more than his original predecessor... (I should do that...).

Also. If I said what I really wanted to say ... I'd have to leave the internet forever. There's no cleaning my digital footprint anymore. It would sound like I'm speaking Morse code from how many things will be censored when I talk about this bear. Anyways. He's my favorite and I'm very normal about him. I have a decent relationship with my dad. Thanks for asking.

#ask #answered #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #roxanne wolf #fnaf cassie #glamrock bonnie #freddy fazbear #random #... im gay but Glam Freddy is an exception.

[hoedorokishoto]

ace of aces

“See Princess, you are saying one thing but your body is saying another.” Daiki purred, his long fingers running down your bare thigh.

You knew that it was bad. Bad in so many ways. Bad for your mind, bad for soul and worst of all, bad for your heart.

Both of you knew what the arrangement was. Sex only, using each other’s bodies as a way of releasing stress and tension. The burden of being the Ace of Aces and being top of your class sometimes getting the better of you and the power forward. Skin and tongues colliding being the best way for everyone involved.

“I saw how you were talking with that loser Wakamatsu. Giggling and touching his arm. Like a little school-girl.” He growled this time. His mouth leaving hot wet kisses down the column of your neck.

You smirked through the pleasure, your eyes closing as you laughed out, “I am a school-girl.”

“You know what I fucking mean, always have to have your smarty pants on nice and tight.” Daiki said, a small smile curving the ends of his mouth.

“They are the only pants that tend to stay on when you are around Aomine.” You all but moaned. Your back arching and your chest pressing against the man above you.

“Just the way I like it Princess. I love that smart arse mouth for sure but I love it even more when it choking on my cock.” He whispered, shivers going up your spine at his words. Daiki always was a master with words. Dirty words to be exact. You could write a 2000 word essays and none would be as eloquent and refined as Daiki Aomine when he whispered the dirtiest, toe curling profanity that came out of this man’s mouth.

Not only did he enter the zone on the court he seemed to do the same in the bedroom. Never once did you leave this man’s bed feeling anything but sated and completely satisfied.

“Does it bother you? The idea of me and Wakamatsu? Me and someone who would want to be seen with me?” You almost whispered, your froggy brain letting the venom of your thoughts slip through. Your eyes still lidded as you looked up at him.

“You’re fucking right it bothers me. If you think that anyone would make you scream louder, cum faster and better than me, then maybe you aren’t as smart as you claim to be. I’ve all but ruined you for anyone else. No one, especially that blonde haired bitch would even come close to making you feel how I do.” He seethed down at you. His fingers pushing past your lips and into your mouth. His fingers heavy and thick on your tongue. The distinct plastic taste of a basketball always present on his fingers.

“I mean look at you now. I’ve barely touched you and all I would need to do is play with that pretty little clit and you would come all over these fingers. Then I’d shove them back in here and watch you suck off every last drop.”

“Isn’t that right Princess?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side. Looking your naked body up and down.

He could only nod, your body heavy with desire. Small tears appearing in your eyes, while your body was on fire. Daiki prying your mouth open and spitting. His saliva warm and heavy against your tongue. The taste making you whimper with need. A taste that you knew you would never tire of.

“That’s a good girl, always so happy to take whatever I give her. Such a good little slut.” He said, his signature cocky smirk back as he placed a small kiss on your lips.

“I am going to fuck you now… So hard that you won’t even remember your own name little own Bakamatsu.” He said, grabbing your hips and scooting you down the bed to meet him hips.

“Don’t be afraid to make noise baby, I don’t plan on holding back.”

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Your uniform barely covered all the marks. Left by Daiki, your face permanently red as you walked the halls, your hair barely covering the number 5 Daiki managed to suck into your neck.

The mark only big enough that someone quite close could see. A fact you found out as you turned a corner and ran into Wakamatsu. His eyes zeroing in on your neck and the skin of your thighs that was exposed by your skirt.

“Can that motherfucker really not loose anything?” He grumbled, taking off his scarf and wrapping it around your neck, before striding off, profanities about a certain Miracle spilling from his mouth.

Taglist - @chm1508 @nightstar165 @alovese​ @coffeechangbeanie​ @bethchurch​ @wind-17​ @raccon-eyes​ @thoughtfulgooppeanutparty​ @mjtagoylo

#knb #knb smut #kuroko no basuke #aomine smut #aomine #daiki aomine #daiki smut #knb x reader

[bookshelf-dust]

Hii, if you're still taking request I wanted to ask if you could write a Gareth fic where he sees the jocks annoying you and steps in (I feel like I'm feeding the 'damsel in distress' stereotype but it's Gareth🥰💞). If you won't or can't write this thank you anyway<33

I also wanted to say I love your work and writing!

my hero.

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 703

warnings: swearing, jason and his goons being assholes, jason carver in general, brief mentions of anxious!reader, fluff

a/n: hi my sweet!! thank you for your request!! this is a really precious concept. i hope it’s to your liking!! i just kind of went for it and this is the result. and thank you for saying that you like my work. it really does mean the world hearing that and i am sending you an enormous hug. enjoy! <333

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You didn’t need to be saved. You were completely capable of defending yourself—you did it all the time—and you knew that.

But the relief you felt at Gareth’s appearance was palpable.

You were having a shitty day. One of those where everything hurt your feelings, every little thing went wrong.

You’d slept through your alarms and woken up twenty minutes before you needed to leave. Gotten toothpaste on your shirt and had to change it.

Then you’d gotten stuck in traffic because of a wreck and made it into class right as the bell rang, out of breath and a little sweaty despite the freezing temperatures.

You’d been handed back your essay in class and not done nearly as well as you hoped, despite having worked your ass off on it.

Your lunch had been rushed and tasted like shit because you had an anxious stomach ache.

But it all met a peak when you were getting books out of your locker in between classes.

“You look like hell. Do you ever sleep?” Jason Carver’s voice rang out like a shotgun from where he stood next to you. You had the unlucky advantage of his locker being a few down from yours.

You were too frazzled to even answer him. “What, you mute or somethin’ now too?” That was Andy.

You shifted your math textbook. “How’s your mom Andy? She looked like shit when I left her last night.”

Jason moved in, slamming your locker door shut. Good thing you were finished with it.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that. It’s not polite.”

“Fuck off, Jason. Just because you can’t get Chrissy off doesn’t mean you have to take that frustration out on me.”

He blushed a dark shade of red, borderline purple, his brows pushing together angrily. “You’re such a bitch. You know what—”

“What, Carver? What are you gonna do, huh?” Gareth took your books out of your hands, moving behind you to put them in your backpack for you.

Jason crossed his arms, letterman jacket crinkling as he did so. “Just making conversation. What do you want freak?”

Gareth laughed. “Original. So, what’re we chatting about this afternoon?” He crossed his arms, mimicking Jason’s pose and pouting at his fussy expression.

You looked up at him for the first time since he’d appeared. He looked like he always did. Gorgeous. Brown hair fluffy and moving with each turn of his head, shoulders enveloped in a black corduroy jacket. He looked warm.

The ache in your chest that had surfaced when Jason and his goons started bugging you vanished. Gareth was good at that.

“How your friend here is a bitch and could learn a lesson in respecting their higher-ups.”

A shadow crossed Gareth’s face. Asshole, he thought, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, Carver?”

“Yeah?” The blonde looked confused.

“Suck my dick.”

You coughed out a laugh, making Gareth smile and rub his hand over the top of your back before pulling you away.

Clearly, even the idea of that was bothering Jason. He spun around at your retreat. “What the hell is wrong with you? Creep!”

Gareth turned around, grabbing hold of your hand. “Aw, you know you want to. I bet it’d help release some of that tension. Bet Andy’d help you out if you’re not so fond of me!”

Jason flushed that cruel pink again, and Gareth tugged you off in the direction of your next class, which you shared.

He stopped you in the hallway, checking his watch to make sure you had a few minutes. “You okay?” He asked, blue eyes boring into yours.

“Yeah. Thank you, Gareth the Great. My hero.” He shook his head at you in disapproval, but it was hard to take him seriously with that cheesy ass grin on his face.

“You’re such a shit.” He leaned in and kissed the top of your head, lips warm and curls brushing your skin, just as the bell rang.

He made sure to wave at Jason in the parking lot after school, which only caused a more violent blush than before and a slam of a car door. Gareth, however, laughed in triumph and practically jumped he was so giddy.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x gn!reader #corroded coffin #gareth the great #gareth stranger things #gareth emerson fic #gareth emerson fanfic #gareth emerson comfort #jason carver is a piece of shit #savannah’s fics

[purplecatghostposts]

Maybe some hurt comfort with Jay and Tim? (romantic or platonic, both are good :3)

Possibly sickfic? Or comfort from nightmares? Those are my personal favourites, but honestly, whatever you wanna write I'll eat right up lol, just a big hurt comfort fan lol

(your writing is amazing btw!!)

Oooo, I have not written a lot of Jam and that is a CRIME. These bitches gay, here’s my mini sick fic essay on it.

Content Warnings and Tags: Sickness, Flu, Hurt/Comfort, Honestly could be seen as either but I think they’re gay, Minor Angst With A Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Self Esteem Issues

Word Count: 900 words

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Admittedly it takes Tim a little while to realize he’s sick. Coughing isn’t unusual for him, even before he started smoking, so he doesn’t think much of it when that starts up.

It’s not until he realizes his nose is so stuffed up that he can’t breathe through it and that every joint he has is aching that Tim processes the fact that he’s actually sick. A cold— or a mild flu? It’s one of the two. Nothing major but enough to make him a little more miserable than usual.

But it’s not his first rodeo. Tim does what he always does and buys the strongest sleepy cold medicine that doesn’t mess with his medicine that he can gets his hands on, takes some, and promptly passes out. Jay does ask a few questions but Tim waves him off and tells him he’ll be fine in the morning, because he always is.

Except he wakes up and he really doesn’t feel better. If anything, he feels worse— he’s sweating and kicking the blankets off doesn’t do anything to help. Blindly, he fumbles for more cold medicine but ends up accidentally batting it off the nightstand instead. A groan escapes him— just his luck.

A shadow looms over him. Tim looks over and sees Jay there, eyebrows knitting together.

“No offense but you kinda look terrible.”

Tim huffs, rubbing his face in an attempt to get rid of some of the sweat. “I feel terrible.” He admits, half mumbling. “Usually that works.”

“Well, what do you need?” Tim thinks for a second, then motions to the cold medicine on the floor. Jay gives him a look. “I… Don’t think that’s a good idea. You should probably like, eat and drink first? Hold on.”

Jay leaves and returns with a water bottle in hand, pushing it towards Tim. He fumbles to open it but Jay stops him before he can. “Hold on— sit up first.”

Tim groans again but shifts until he’s sitting up against the bed frame. Only then does Jay hand the bottle back, cap now unscrewed, and Tim takes a few sips before realizing how thirsty he is and sucks down the rest in no time. Jay’s eyes go wide.

“Guess you needed it.”

“Guess I did.” Tim admits. “I don’t think I can keep down anything we have though so maybe I should just stick with water.”

“I was thinking of buying soup. Any kind you like?”

“You— you don’t need to do that, Jay. I’m fine, it’ll pass. Don’t waste your money.”

Jay gives him an odd look. “‘Waste my money’?” He repeats, eyebrows scrunching together. “Buying you some soup when you’re sick isn’t wasting money, Tim. Just— what soup? I’m defaulting to chicken noodle otherwise.”

Tim hesitates but Jay doesn’t seem to be backing down. He sighs. “I like tomato soup. It’s good with toast.”

“I’ll grab some bread too then.”

“Jay.”

“Stop acting like I’m pulling teeth, Tim.” Jay huffs, shaking his head. “It’s just soup. It’s not a big deal.”

Tim’s mouth opens before it closes again. Jay’s eyebrows furrow. “What?”

“I just.” Tim struggles for the right words. “It’s been a while.” He settles on.

“Been a while since what?”

“Since… Anyone took care of me while I was sick.”

“…Oh.” Jay says after a beat. “That… Oh.”

There’s a long silence between them. Then abruptly, Jay grabs his keys and his wallet and points at Tim.

“Twenty minutes.” He says. “Don’t move. Unless you need to go to the bathroom or something.”

Then he’s out the door, moving like he’s on an actual time limit.

—

“What,” Tim says slowly, staring at the bag Jay just dumped on the bed, “The fuck.”

“So I got a few other things besides soup and bread.” Jay tells him, as if it wasn’t already obvious enough. “This cold pack is amazing, trust me, I used to have one just like it. It’s reusable so it’s an investment really. I got some orange juice because— honestly I forget what it’s good for but my mom always made me drink it when I was sick so it’s probably good for something. The Tylenol is good for fevers, saltines are always a good snack and especially with soup, and the chocolate… That’s just for fun honestly. You could probably use a treat.”

“Jay…” Tim doesn’t know what to say. The best he manages is, “Why?”

“Well— you said nobody had taken care of you while you were sick in a while so I figured you might need like, the full experience.” Jay rubs the back of his neck, almost sheepish. “It’s kinda been a while since I took care of anyone though so uh, I don’t really know what I’m doing so we can just figure it out together. I was thinking we could watch TV while you ate or something? Good of a start as— oh shit, are you crying?”

Tim rapidly blinks, wiping his face. “Maybe.” He chokes. “Fuck, Jay. Thank you.”

“It’s really not a big deal.” Jay insists.

“It kinda is to me though.” Tim laughs, swallowing thickly as he meets his gaze. “Seriously. Thank you.”

Jay smiles at him. “Of course.” He says, and Tim feels his heart flutter.

He doesn’t usually have people taking care of him like this, but he thinks it would be nice to get used to it.

— —

Anddd that’s my short lil sick fic. I feel like Tim needs to be pampered a little. He deserves it. Jay is gonna give that to him.

Thank you for the request, feel free to send another, and I hope you liked it!!

#marble hornets #marble hornets fanfiction #jay merrick #tim wright #mh jam #sick fic #SB Speaks #SB Writes #funny little sick fic is HERE #sorry it took a hot minute #I’ve been distracted #but! hope you like!! #these bitches are gay TO ME

[olichat-reads]

Just a little more

ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!reader

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki always pushed you on to do just a little more, to keep going when you're backed into a corner, even if he isn't around.

Words: 1544

A/n: This has been in my drafts for way too long & honestly, I don't think I can do any better with whatever writing experience i have atm. So it is what it is (・人・) Um, reader has a forcefield (?) quirk. I have no idea how to describe the setting if you can't tell lmao.

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God fucking dammit.

You yelped as you took a hit from the villain currently attacking you, catapulting you into the air. You managed to conjure up a forcefield before the villain managed to land another hit on you.

Fuck. It was just your luck to be assigned to this area, seemingly at the end of the world- further away than the rest of your team. Alone. Because this place was supposed to be a safe zone but nooooo- stupid villain just had to have a hideout here of all places. Had to be the stronger assholes too. There was no way you could intercept them on your own. Goddamit.

You've barely managed to call for backup before your device got smashed. Your day certainly was going wonderfully. Now all you could do was buy time while you did your best to not die.

You shrieked in surprise as you narrowly dodged another blast that would've sent you yeeting. Again. Taking cover, you did your best to catch your breath, panting. Your stamina wasn't bad but you've been stalling for a while now & were getting tired. But you needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

"Katsuuu, I'm tired," you whined childishly. You cheek was smushed against the table as you felt your brain disintegrate from all the equations you've been facing for the past 2 hours.

Beside you, your boyfriend only glanced at your defeated form, his hands steadily typing away on his laptop. He huffed out a laugh with a small smirk on his face.

That riled you up.

"Are you laughing at my demise, you jerk??" You snarled at him, albeit with no venom in your voice, whipping your head off of the table with, to your disdain, the darn assignment sheet stuck to your face.

Well, if he wasn't laughing before, he was definitely laughing now. You could only glare at your boyfriend who burst out cackling like a witch as he watched you rip the paper from your cheek that was heating up from embarassment.

"My last two braincells are on the verge of accepting death with this assignment & you laugh at me. So rude," you huffed childishly. Collecting himself, Bakugou paused his typing to lazily loll his head to the side & look at you.

"Don't do it then."

"Huh?"

"Don't do the assignment."

"I can't do that," you frowned.

"Exactly," the asshole grinned at you so wide his teeth showed. "So, quit bitching about it & get to work, pipsqueak."

You made an indignant sound.

"So mean," you mumbled but picked up your pencil again nontheless to resume your torture.

The two of you continued your work in silence, Bakugou subtly checking on your homework every once in a while, pointing out your mistakes. He was focused on his own work too but under the table, his foot nudged yours every now & then, oddly encouraging you on as you painstakingly went through the problems.

Upon reaching the last two questions, you let out a tired sigh, your boyfriend's ears perking up at the sound. Seemingly done with his essay, he shuts his laptop & scoots over closer to your side to hook his chin over your shoulder, peering down at your notebook filled with your frantic scribbles of the equations that you swore would be the death of you. Bakugou hummed approvingly as his eyes scanned over your work. You felt the rumble of it against your back, the contact easing your tense body slightly.

"How much more?"

"Just a little more."

"Thats right. Just a little more then you can die peacefully."

You whacked him on the head with your textbook with faux offense on your face. You didn't last long though, eventually couldn't help but join his ugly cackles that filled the room.

Speaking of cackles, apparently, not everyone could pull it off in a way that looks as good as boyfriend did. You could barely hold back from rolling your eyes at the villain's annoying laughter that rang through the valley. You wished you could land a hit hard enough to get her to shut the fuck up.

Oh, but only it were that easy.

"FUCK-"

That was all that you could get out before you were flung across the field, taking a direct hit of the villain's quirk, body slamming against a boulder before you sagged onto the ground.

Shit. Everything hurt.

"KATSUKI I CAN'T FEEL MY LEGS OH MY GOD PLEASE-"

"Quit being so dramatic, dumbass," he retorts with an eye roll & a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

The two of you were training together, your demon of a boyfriend showing you absolutely no mercy. Throwing you around like a ragdoll.

You glared at the sight your sweaty boyfriend's back, watching the muscles flex as he chugged down some water while you struggled to catch your own breath like a dying fish out of water.

Demon.

Bakugou put the bottle down to stretch those buldging muscles, more sweat dripping down his body.

Sexy demon. Fuck him.

Bakugou's head turning at the thud of your body plopping down on the training mat, your limbs spread out like a starfish with one arm dramatically thrown over your face. Shaking his head at your antics, he sauntered over to squat by your head.

"We don't both need to be ridiculously big, strong & sexy in this relationship, y'know," you spoke as though you felt his presence by you while still maintaining your oh-woe-is-me dying pose. "I'm happy to be the potato to my greek god of a boyfriend who can protect me forever."

Bakugou snorted at that.

"Get up, loser. Just a little more then we'll go get that ice cream you can't stop yapping about," he said with amusement laced in his gruff voice, nudging your side gently.

Slowly, you moved your arm to look up at him curiously, considering the bribe he offered. "Really? No take backs?"

"No take backs," he promised. "Now, come on. Get up."

Get up.

Bakugou's voice rang in your ear, so clearly you could almost see his vermillion eyes you love so much urging you on. The sound of approaching footsteps barely registering on the back of your mind.

It hurts, you tried to reason with those eyes. It hurts, Katsu. But he did not waver. Bakugou never wavered.

I know.

But just a little more.

Get up.

Mustering whatever strength you had left, you managed to push your body off of the ground just in time to dodge a blast of the villain quirk in your direction. Generating a forcefield for the next blast that came thundering your way before your body plopped onto the ground once again.

You couldn't run anymore. You barely had any energy left to keep your barrier up but that was all you could do now. You felt your hero outfit stick to your skin, soaking in blood from your wounds.

God. It hurts.

Little whimpers managed to escape your lips despite you clamping them shut.

"Hurts, baby?" Your boyfriend asked from where he kneeled between your legs as you sat on the toilet to clean your wounds. His vermillion eyes staring up at your face scrunched up in pain hands balled into fists at your side.

Any other day, you'd grace him with a deadpan expression as a silent 'are you seriously asking me this right now??' or a sarcastic remark that would earn you a harsh flick on the forehead, making you squeal out in pain. Apparently, he only agrees with 'ask stupid questions, get stupid answers' when he's not the one asking. Asshole.

But with your current predicament, you could only nod your head as your big wet eyes meet his.

"How'd such a crybaby like you even made it into the hero course, hm?" He asked lightheartedly, no venom in his voice. His hands reached out to yours, fisted so tight your nails were digging into your palm from the pain. Gently, he pried open your death grip, calloused thumbs massaging the indents you left in your skin, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your palm, feeling you tense body slowly relax under his touch.

"It hurts bad, Katsu," you sniffed.

"I know, baby," he replied, the low timbre of his voice steady & soothing you. He moved you hands into his hair where your hands instinctively moved on their own. You always loved how soft his hair felt between your fingers despite its prickly porcupine appearance. It was a gesture of comfort for the both of you.

"You can hold on to me, yeah? Just a little more then we're done."

Thats right.

Just a little more.

Just a little more then you're done. Help will come. He will come. A little more & you'll get to see those pretty red eyes again. Hear his voice again. God you missed him.

A little more & you'll be back in your apartment with your boyfriend. He'll patch you up & cook you that ridiculously amazing curry he wouldn't share the recipe of & let you hide away in his chest as he holds you in bed to keep the nightmares away.

You can go back home. Home to him. God, you wanted to go home so badly.

You just needed to hold on a little more.

Just a little more.

Then you heard your forcefield crack.

#oliwrites #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader

[rosquinn]

Hi Roski! I have a question, would you mind to help, please?

Okay, so the other when I was wandering through the shelves of my local library I found our that they have a copy of Madeline's Miller Circe... And I was thinking that maybe I should give it a try? 😅

I know that it's not mythology accurate but as long as the plotline is well-written... Idk maybe I will enjoy in spite of it 🤷🏻‍♀️ Do you is it a good idea?

I just wanted to know if you believe is worth the time or nor

Also, same goes for Achilles's song. They don't have it at the library, but I thought that if I enjoyed Circe I should try it to? 🤔

girl.... i used to be a HUGE madelline miller fan *vaguely gestures at her short story about galatea i still have in my bookshelf for some reason* but, um. i realized she kind of. sucks.

it's not about her writing, (it's excessively "poetic" and decorated in my opinion but that's subjective) it's that her interpretations are kind of, uh, bad.

SRSLY I HAVE A LOT OF BEEF WITH HER... I'M GONNA ELABORATE UNDER THE CUT ABOUT WHY I DON'T LIKE HER (tw for potential madelline miller hate, long rant and *mentions of s/a*)

-she victimizes her female main character and makes her go through traumatic experiences to erase and excuse all the bad stuff she's done... "circe turned odysseus' men into pigs bc they tried to assault her" yeah. no. she forced odysseus to sleep with her and turned his men into pigs because she felt like it. i understand you want a feminist badass witch but just. no. she isn't a cute uwu unfairly exiled goddess. what she did to odysseus is sexual abuse.

-she apparently hates women that aren't circe. made thetis, i repeat, our thetis, MOTHER thetis, a homophobic and overprotective mom who wants to kill patroclus in SOA for some reason (wasn't she literally the one who sent patroclus to the war with achilles..... miller..aren't you a classics major..). she did to her what other adaptations do to demeter, basically. and for no reason at all. but i guess her cute baby achilles who is doomed by the narrative can't have a nice mom who let him do whatever he wanted to because that would make him RUDE and EVIL and her character(s) can't have bad qualities. she also made achilles's wife, deidameia, who in some versions is raped by him, a “slut that gets in the way of your gay ship” archetype. she also made her rape achilles for some reason??? and that is fucking horrible man like wtf.

-baby-fied patroclus. he speaks like a stupid teenager girl stereotype in soa and is pretty much a useless human being whose entire personality is simping for achilles. that is not him. he DID fight in the trojan war, he was a SKILLED fighter, not a useless twig, he is described as tall and handsome, he healed some warriors, he is SAVAGE, bro literally broke kebriones's head with a rock in front of his brother and made fun of it??? he tried to climb the walls of troy and conquer it by himself??? he told achilles to stop being a bitch and move his ass??? and then in soa he's a useless piece of shit who DIDN'T EVEN FIGHT IN THE WAR, thinks of himself as weak and was thinking about achilles until the moment he died. sorry to break it to you but his last words in the iliad weren't "omg achilles no😥😥". he threw a whole essay at hector about how he didn't kill shit, it was apollo who beat him and hector's about to get dragged. and when his ghost came back to talk to achilles, it was to tell him to STOP CRYING and KILLING PEOPLE and BURN HIS BODY ALREADY. she completely erased his character. sorry.

-glorified achilles wayyy too much. one thing that i hate about her is how she can't let anyone make mistakes. girl, achilles isn't “noble and doomed by the narrative”. he knew pretty well where he was stepping in and didn't give two shits. he literally says in Iliad book 1 he's there for the mass murder, glory and nothing more. “why would i kill hector what has hector ever done to me” MY ASS. he also was kind of an insufferable bitch in the iliad. i'm tired of people making his decision of stop fighting look “heroic/noble/tragic/etc bc agamemnon is evil” because it was not. he stopped fighting for selfish reasons, treated everyone really bad and let his friends die. also, agamemnon isn't “evil” and achilles isn't “good”. they're both war criminals who act like 8 year olds and kidnap women. every achaean character is a bitch, has killed at least 6 people and enjoyed it. yes. even babyboy patroclus (book 16)

-i'm not even saying this as a person with greek ancestry or a pagan, because i am neither, but her depiction of the gods is TERRIBLE. just what is that whole thing of "gods want mortals to fear them so they worship them"??? that's not even how religion works??? gods can be and in fact are very nice to their worshippers?? why would you villainize cultural figures like that?? and why tf it always gotta be a EVIL FEMALE GODDESS trying to fuck up her main character's life for some reason?? athena wants to kill circe's son in circe and i'm pretty sure they don't even interact in the odyssey?? (maybe they did, i don't remember, but if it happened it was definitely NOT because of that) and why is hermes a manipulator?? and why is ODYSSEUS a manipulator??? girl you literally sexually assaulted him??? HELLO????

idk, it just feels like mc victimization and random female character villainization (she also put the whole blame of the trojan war on helen because she was “vain” and “selfish”??? didn't she spend the whole iliad blaming herself for the war and wishing to die??)

i don't really like it. it's not a good adaptation

also i'm not the best person to expand on this topic because i am not a gay man/mlm/nblm but some people on tumblr have explained why tsoa is basically mlm fetish and wattpad fujoshi looking crap and they do have a point (the relationship is so stereotyped tbh) so i encourage you to read their posts. i don't have them rn but i can dm them to you later if you want

AND finally, most people in her fanbase can't separate a wattpad fanfic (because that's what tsoa is) from the original text and think tsoa and circe are just like what homer wrote. “hector didn't know it was patroclus” HE FUCKING DID PATROCLUS KILLED 20 PEOPLE IN FRONT OF HIM IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE “patroclus died bc he wasn't a skilled warrior” HE HAS THE SECOND HIGHEST KILL COUNT IN THE WHOLE ILIAD AND WAS FULL OF HUBRIS. HE DIED BECAUSE HE TRIED TO FISTFIGHT A GOD “deidameia raped achilles” “thetis is homophobic” “odysseus is evil” “it was all helen's fault” “circe did nothing wrong” “athena is bad” no (and they act like not shipping patrochilles makes you homophobic which is. cmon. i personally think they def had something going on but it's never explicitly stated and you can't act like it is)

ik i got too aggressive but it's just bad imo, if you want to enjoy a good iliad/odyssey adaptation go play hades or listen to epic the musical or even play limbus company because i swear lc's odysseus, a literal old woman who committed identity fraud, is at least 80 times more in character than miller's babyboys

ADDITION: no i'm not going to dismember you for liking tsoa or circe. this is just a personal opinion. enjoy whatever you want i'm just a little guy and i can't stop you. have fun!

#I'm sorry I #I am not fuck you madelline miller #if any mutuals are still in the tsoa fandom idc do what you want #BUT DON'T ACT LIKE IT'S LIKE THE ILIAD #ask #anti tsoa #I fucking guess

[hello-nichya-here]

lmao you're so angry that you know shit about radfem so made an entire fucking essay of actually... PROVING IT??? of made up facts to make radfems look like a boogieman liberals wants us to make 😂 it's so pathetic omg, ok step by step:

1)lol what? radfem is about WOMEN, woman's safety, it doesn't matter who exactly was the abuser, what matters is to help female victim because it a movement about WOMEN. Take your head out of your ass.

2) Laetitia Ky, Artė, any south Korean radfem cuz any other type of feminisms won't work there hundreds of woc radfem here just 🗿

3) lol what? did you just imagined it yourself lol?? i'll repeat, radfem is about women well being, it doesn't matter who exactly was the abuser, what matters is to help female victim because it a movement about WOMEN not victims of abuse. and it just so happened that men commit about 90% of abuse, that's a statistic you can google go educate yourself

4) didn't libfem tumbler came out with this bs? it's the same labeling woman, putting them into unneeded categories that liberals like so much? i'll repeat, radfem is about women well being which means no separation from one another and no judgment especially about your sexuality. Take your head out of your ass.

5) ohhh yess we all just haaaaate ace.... no lmao. no one gives a shit, maximum is questioning the label itself cuz it's pointless, your asexuality is a low libido. no radfem gives a shit.

6) lmao where do you take this shit? 😂 can i take your narco dealer's number? also, oh what's this? several public researches that proves that TIMs exhibit a male-type pattern of criminality? rapes in prisons where trans women were sent? hundreds of assaults in public restrooms??? wow shocking!

7) you don't need to be saved, some therapy, cuz i doubt you'd like to be beaten/choked/ect in any other circumstances. another question does it not bother you that your partner would enjoy "playfully" hurting you? in short it's called coping mechanism to deal with abuse and trauma, go educate yourself

8) yeah for some reason we don't support child trafficking, rapes, murders, pedophilia and etc. that comes with prostitution. go watch interviews with those who escaped prostitution, they all hated it. they were abused and traumatized. Take your head out of your ass.

9) hun, we don't hate you we pity you at worst. it's not our job too look out for men, it FEMENISM it's about WOMEN and only WOMEN. adult human female, comprende?

and listen i may not be the best person in the world but at least i'm not spending my life chronically online writing incest fics ;) one again, pull your head out of your ass and educate yourself, here's some masterpost https://manlarp.tumblr.com/post/667874370724691968/accessible-radfem-ideology-masterpost bye bye :)

Saying "WE ARE ALL ABOUT WOMEN" doesn't change shit. You once again proved my point by saying that my experience with radfems spewing out abuse apologism towards me when they thought I was being abused didn't happen based on nothing but your favorite go-to defensive line. YOU didn't see it thefore it didn't happen to ME. Way to prove you guys don't try to silence women who disagree with you by trying to exactly that.

And yeah, I know there are woc of who are TERFs. There are also women who are even more misonygistic than some men. There are plenty of slavic countries where nazism is still a big thing even though Hitler hated slavs. Self-hating idiots have existed and always will. Doesn't change the fact that you fuckers are racist all the damn time.

"We don't care if people are ace, we don't devide women" literally a quick search will show that you guys do. A bunch of the anti-ace discourse was literally INVENTED by radfems, something they are very proud to admit. And plenty of queer radfems are biphobic all the fucking time, something I, a bisexual woman, have to put up with every single time one of your friends comes bother me. Go lie to someone else, bitch.

"Those who ESCAPED prostitution hated it" Yes, people tend to hate things they were forced to do. Doesn't change the fact that you guys are more concerned with making women who WANT to do sex work be labelled as criminals than with punishing human traffickers.

And once again, we have you being all condescending. "Let ME tell you what YOU want. Let ME tell you what makes YOU feel safe." And gotta love how you heard me say I'm kinky and immediately assumed I'm submissive, instead of a dominant or a switch. And then of course you have to go for the slut shaming of "You write kinky porn therefore you are automatically wrong."

"FEMINISM IS ONLY ABOUT WOMEN" Which is why it is dying. If your movement cannot accept that the world isn't black and white, and that societal hierarchies are much more complicated than just Group A is always the all powerful one and Group B always gets screwed over, it WILL fail because it will be ignoring real problems for the sake of keeping a narrative alive. Which is why nobody fucking likes radfems, and the world would be better off if you idiots were gone.

I don't need to read your bullshit, because you idiots will scream your nonsense at me all the time, like you just did. And not once have any of you ever said a single word that was worth listening.

Don't bother sending me more asks, I'll just block you. Go larp with your fellow radfems about every single woman who has a problem with you guys is "brainwashed by the patriarchy" because there's no way you guys could EVER be the problem and that your "activism" is as shallow, stupid and fake as you are.

#asks #fuck radfems #fuck terfs #fuck swerfs

[forlix]

talking ab fallen star cos that fic consumed me when i first read it and consumed me again when i reread it earlier 🤚

firstly the way he kept his promise to bring mc to the airport it really broke me. it's so melancholic like there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one? you can still feel the love he has for t hemin the way he tiredly made his way to drive to their house and to the airport after he came back from his own long flight it honestly makes me insane.

i love how in the car there's this like faint and twisted idea of hope lingering between them. some part of them still longs for the other and it's right there they could just grab the very thing they yearn for but it's incomplete. it's not the same. honestly when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot? and ac i feel like they meant both of them are idiots for allowing themselves to end up in this awkward but necessary situation.

there are some unresolved feelings and unanswered questions while they sit in silence on the way to the airport, but the airport scene™️ gives them both the closure they need. they're not getting back together, no matter how much one might like, but the tension in the car shows a sliver of hope that they would and i feel like it really emanates in your writing and makes me as a reader reader hope for a happier ending as well. also the shaky "fuck" describes my feelings as i read this as well thanks btw 🥲

and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too. the worst part is there's no definitive point where they felt or "became" okay, because like you said, time is the best medicine and gradually mc just healed. but knowing that hyun is okay and has moved on kind of popped a bubble of reserved feelings and its not necessarily sad its just kind of disheartening or numbing?

idk how i started yapping sm lol i read wayyyy into this HAHAHA. i chose to analyze this instead of study for my finals ☝️🤓 but in conclusion, xian i love falling star and its yet another product of ur mindblowing sexy brain i love you so much bby and i js wanna say im so proud of you <3

when i tell u i saw this while studying (also for my finals) and it had my jaw on the floor my head in the clouds i couldn't focus for the LIFE of me afterwards. WDYM YOU WROTE ME AN ESSAY OF UR THOUGHTS ON MY WRITING? IS IT MY BIRTHDAY?? i love you so fucking much omg. thank u for sending this in my lovely star :') putting my VERY ramble-y response under the cut

"there have been broken promises before but hyunjin wouldn't dare end their relationship on another one" is soooo poignantly put and so so so correct. honestly him remembering the day and time of the flight was supposed to be a show of pettiness at first, like "you called me unreliable so here i am bitch" lmfaooo but let's be real you're right on the money with his real intentions. he was literally counting down the days until he had an excuse to see mc again.. he was also worried about the flight being so early and wanted to ensure their safety... AGGHHH not me hurting myself thinking ab this couple 😭

"when mc mutters "idiot" it really made me think like are they calling hyunjin an idiot? or themselves an idiot?" I LOVEEEE LOVE LOVE THIS? god u are a genius i adore you. i totally see this being the case. if i may add, maybe mc thinks they're an idiot because they reciprocate hyunjin's yearning even after everything that's transpired. like inward frustration that there are still feelings there? yeah. ur a genius.

about the slivers of hope after the car scene, i apologize for the lack of a happy ending love </3 the fic was definitely challenging (and saddening) but also refreshing to write. i really wanted to explore a couple that is well and truly doomed bc some of the relationships in our lives are doomed, yaknow? and you can recognize that and still have a lot of love for the person at the same time bc human beings are fucking complicated like that. but please consider this my official justification for posting something so depressing

"and this is all from my own mind but i imagine reader saw a photo or maybe got an invitation to hyun's wedding and they realize he's okay and it makes them reflect on themselves and with a heavy heart they realize theyre okay too." FUCKKKK NOT THE WEDDING PICTURE. this just made me frown irl. if i may add.....again..... what if they physically run into each other and that's how mc knows? at the start of the convo mc kinda feels the familiar stirrings again but it's more out of habit than anything. they talk for a bit and it's really pleasant and mc notices he has a ring on his finger and they realize they feel ✨ nothing ✨ about it anymore. but there's just an inkling of remorse remaining about the whole situation. like a passing thought of "maybe in a different universe we would've made things work"....haha.....fuck. BUT mc is happy hyunjin's happy, and mc is happy to have recovered, and life goes on

as for ur entire last paragraph i might actually cry, i'm so glad you love the fic and i truly do appreciate u taking the time to look into my fic this closely so so so much :'( you keep me going, I MEAN IT

#smothers u with kisses this made my whole life ily #*inbox

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

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I love that people took time out of their lives to tell me they think I'm awesome; I think they're all awesome, too! Now instead of answering this six times and then sending this on to 10 people anonymously... I'm gonna call out the people I was gonna send this to publicly! With a little bonus...

#1

It has to be @geralts-yenn! I couldn't call myself her rodent bestie if I didn't have this number 1 spot reserved for her. Now, first this bitch wonderful person writes me Ray of Sunshine, a modern-day Melot AU wet dream filled with bikers and beaches and sex, but she also hit us with anahita - a Napoleon smutfic so hot you'll be sweating like a whore in church before you're even through the first paragraph. Go read that. You're welcome.

#2

Next, we've got my co-Dutchie @keanureevesisbae, who is busy with her own projects instead of fanfics nowadays. Still: Go read endeavors and thank me later. Or, if you're into a little RPF and want to live life vicariously through sugarbaby Becky there's also sugar sugar, which is very nice as well... (I just want a man to come take me shopping, okay?)

#3

@deandoesthingstome is an amazing writer, I am often jealous of her way with words, and she is one of the kindest people I know on here. Go read Holiday Angel. It has everything. A luxurious mansion to mentally vacay in for a bit, gentle!Dom!August, forbidden fruit romance. It's a long one, but so, so worth it... Another good one? Why, of course! Hall Pass. Just read it. She also deserves a shoutout to being one of the most supportive readers in this entire fandom

#4

They haven't been on here long, but my tumblrverse would already be so incomplete without @ellethespaceunicorn! Not only did they write Treat Me Like A Slut, which has August just the way we like him; dominant and deep inside you, they also found it necessary to write Make That Kitty Purr. And I agree. It was necessary. Nevermind that my babyboy Mikey gets hurt, I'll forgive Elle for that because this shit was so fucking good.

#5

Next up we've got @peyton-warren, who only recently returned from a little Tumblr hiatus, and I thus haven't spoken that much just yet, but the drabble Arresting and Arrested should be enough to get you to take a look at the rest of her masterlist.

#6

Go check out @mayloma, creator of Behind The Curtain, which has a lovely August and some anal action - which means I'm always game! She's also very sweet. I know I haven't read much of her stuff, but if I ever get my act together and get reading again, Yenn assured me there's some Sy to check out here.

#7

It's no secret I don't particularly like my Sy's in the military, which makes it all the more impressive that @sillyrabbit81 wrote one that I did fall head over heels in love with! He's in Even if you don't mean it, and if you haven't read that, go do it now. And I do mean that. Then, perhaps my all-time favorite fic so far has to be The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. Maybe I should elaborate on that, probably, but instead I'm just gonna say: Bikers. Proceed with caution, because when that next chapter hits, you're gonna have to pause Criminal Minds. I'm also going to leave the link to Prying here, because it's so fucking dirty it melts my brain a little every time I re-read it.

#8

Now, we all love seeing @angryschnauzer on our dashes, keeping things horny on main and yeeting the occasional fic into the dark void that is this hellsite. For instance Cuddles and Snuggles, an unholy combination of Mike and Charles - something that had never even crossed my mind - and a guest appearance from sugardaddy August. Mad perfection. Now my next rec for her may be a little odd, because she makes it very clear that it's a crack fic; Full Mast. I'm a sucker for everything pirate - and so is reader... just check out Part 2...

#9

@poledancingdinos amazed me with You've got me hooked, which has stripping and sex work and Sy, who is great. I think I read this entire (or almost entire?) series in a single night while I was in bed. Couldn't stop... She's also responsible for Soundtrack of Debauchery, which I still haven't finished, because my ADHD has been a bitch, but I started it, and it was very good!!!

#10

And last but not least: @littlefreya. I'm fairly sure there are still things on her massive masterlist I haven't read, and a lot of which I read in my pre- and early fandom tumblr days, and haven't reblogged (for which I apologize, by the way). The sheer vastness of her masterlist makes it a bit tricky to pick, but let's go for some delightful dark fics; The Devil's Tongue and Destroyer of Angels

SO: The challenge. If you're on this list (or if you're not on this list, this is an open invitation to everyone!) rec some fics! Write an essay, like this one, or don't. Toss a few names and some titles in a list and be done with it, that's fine. Recommend one, or ten, or twenty authors. Hell; Recommend yourself! Recommend your favorite artist, link some art! Spread the love!

#anon ask #anon positivity #spread the love #fandom is community #I woke up with an unexpected amount of energy today #fic rec #not mine #author rec list

[honeybeeloxs]

can i ask for works on wayne bailey?? i only see people writing for ethan and it drives me insane when i’m trying to search for wayne

03

Wayne Bailey X Male Reader

This has been like fermenting in my inbox for like ever now... yea, here's this, I guess,

You're basically like Nancy Loomis but married to Wayne, I GUESS... IDK... In shorter terms, the bitch is damn crazy.

SUMMARY:

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6 No Mention of Y/N

You and Wayne have been married since 03, and You two met on your lunch break; being a college professor isn't too bad. Still, you two fell in love immediately, marrying each other in Spring.

He was staring again; you found it comforting; he loved watching you before telling him he was staring again. A blush would blossom on his face, "Oh, Wayne…." you sighed as you checked the oven clock, "8:09," You huffed; kids gotta get up soon for school," Wayne nodded in response before reading the newspaper he got from the mailbox. You and Wayne have been married since 03, and You two met on your lunch break; being a college professor isn't too bad. Still, you two fell in love immediately, marrying each other in Spring; your babies were still very young. Richie didn't like you at first; however, their Biological mother was never in the scene, and you decided to fill that role; You loved the kids like they were your own, cared for them, and nurtured them. 

It took Richie a while to call you 'dad.' but when he did, you broke down crying with Wayne hugging you and rocking back n forth. You could tell the father-son bond Wayne had with Richie, supporting him and his obsession with the 'STAB' movies, and with Quinn being their only daughter, it just left Ethan. Ethan was clearly the black sheep of the siblings, but you cared for him so much more, went to all his baseball games, and helped him with his homework. You took time out of your day to tell Ethan you love him, so he doesn't feel left out; he would smile and hug you before going to his room.

"Fucking Bitch." Wayne mumbled under his breath as he sat by his desk, papers scattered everywhere. You could tell his mental health was suffering, "Hey…." you walked into your shared bedroom, holding a dinner plate. "You missed dinner," you softly tell him as you put the colorful plate on his desk.

"Sorry…" he mumbles as you kiss him on the cheek, "Just thinking about him," Wayne turns to you, voice breaking; you put his arms around him, and your head rests on his. Wayne became angrier when Quinn showed him the photos of what Richie's ex-girlfriend did to him; Wayne would have moments here and there when Wayne threw all his stuff off his desk; the loud noise and shatter of picture frames scared you while grading some essays. He felt bad for disturbing you and immediately apologized; your family is falling apart. Quinn stayed in her room all day, usually having small talk every day about a boy she likes; you always supported her, of course, but now she's being distant; Wayne is not talking to you now, and you're wondering why but you can't place your finger on what caused it. The lashings you received from your baby Ethan didn't help either; your family was slowly falling apart, Quinn distances herself, Ethan lashes out, and your husband does nothing but track the Carpenters in their study room. You guys used to spend dinner together as a family, but now you have all gone your separate ways.

Standing in the kitchen alone, missing Quinn's chatter as you made dinner. You were cutting carrots while spacing out, thinking of what your family used to be; you and Wayne always loved up on each other, but now you barely do it; you gripped the knife harder and clenched your teeth together and chopped the carrots harder, more violent. They ruined everything you built with Wayne, your family, your marriage, and the love you two had for each other. So, you agreed when he asked you if you would help him to kill the Carpenters; morally, it isn't right, but you couldn't help but resist the offer, 

You had changed your last name to Bailey; Wayne and Quinn did the same thing, so you might as well too. Ethan changed his last name, so it wasn't obvious; from the outside, it looks like Quinn has no siblings, is single, and has two loving dads. No one could suspect her. And as a college professor at Blackmore University, it most likely knocked you off the list. You felt terrible when Laura got killed, she was lovely, friendly, and brilliant, but her death was necessary; you knew Jason would kill her to satisfy his bloodlust, only to be killed by Wayne 30 minutes later. But, with Laura out of the way, you quickly wiggled your way into being the new Film Studies Teacher.

Ms. Kayoko didn't deserve to go out the way she did; she was just collateral damage; she was in the way. You had to be upset over Quinn's 'death,' grieving parents can take you far if you do it correctly. Wailing into Wayne's shoulder as they take her body away, Wayne had to take you to the car before he could talk to Sam about taking down Ghostface. Of course, you know she isn't dead, but you had to make it realistic; the window rolled down so Sam could feel guilty about accidentally killing somebody's daughter. Wayne turns around after talking to the group and walks and leans into the car through the window, "I'm gonna take you home; you need some rest to get your mind off of this." Wayne says softly to you, and all you can do is nod.

"Did you kill Quinn? Did you kill our daughter?" Wayne yells at Kirby while you hide behind your husband, often peaking out before hiding again. Kirby looks shocked, stumbling back a bit. "What? God no? Don't listen to them; they're probably both the killer," she said, pointing her gun at you and Wayne. "BEHIND YOU!" you hear her shriek before Wayne gives you his gun; her body falls, making a thump after you shoot her in the chest. 

"Good work, both of you," you say as you hold Wayne's hand tightly. "You guys..?" says Sam as she pulls Tara away, "Eh… well, of course, us. Frankly, I expected more from both of you after what you two did to us," said Wayne. "What do you mean us?" Tara says as she stumbles back, trying to gain as much distance as possible. Ethan took off his mask and taunted the two girls before them, smirking, "Mindy was right; it was easy to juke the roommate lottery." you pat him on the back, turn to him, and smile, "Hey, roomies. I didn't see that one coming, did ya? Quinn says as she removes her mask, "Yea… because you died." Tara responded, "Kinda didn't, though it was a good way to get off the suspect list." Quinn says as she plays with her knife.

"Real great parenting job, by the way," Tara says coldly. "SHUT YOUR WHORE FUCKING MOUTH!" Quinn screams as she shoves the sisters into a glass case; you corner them holding Wayne's gun. "You won't get away with this." Sam says bluntly, "Oh course we will. Let them TRY to track down the possible killers of Blackmore College; the Bailey's DON'T exist." you give the girls a sadistic smile as they shout at them, "Any comments? Questions? Concerns? Oh well, Who gives a flying FUCK anyways!" Quinn corners the two girls as she watches his father walk over to Sam, "Do you know how it feels to lose a child? A child that you taught loved him, to guide him." you start to break down, "Yeah, your son. He was a man-baby who made his girlfriend make all the killing. He was a limp dick little fuck, who cried before I slit his throat." Sam says, mocking Wayne and his husband. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Quinn shouts, but she is hit with a brick by Tara, spitting out a few teeth. At the same time, Wayne gets shot at by Kirby, and Sam kicks you in the chest, sending you flying into a glass container holding Jennifer Jolie's autograph, who somehow rose back from the dead before getting tackled by Ethan.

Quinn is killed before recovering from the blow she received from the brick; you corner Sam as she's trying to keep Tara from falling on top of Ethan, who's getting a little knife happy, jumping and swinging it. Tara drops down, stabbing your baby in the mouth and yanking it out, giggling. "Guess your down, another kid," Sam says as she smirks, her hair covering her face in chunks; you look at Sam, who makes a come get me signal and raises the knife; Wayne gives you and screams at her. You're stopped when Sam shoots you in the head; you let out a squeak before falling to the ground, killing him in front of his husband. "You always have to shoot them in the head," Sam tells Wayne as she steps over your body.

#scream #scream x male reader #wayne bailey x male reader #wayne bailey x reader #angst #scream vi

[shield-agent78]

Educational Desire

Parring: Debbie (OC) x Steve Rogers, Debbie x Bucky Barnes, Debbie x Peter Parker

Rating: Explicit 

Word Count: 1421

Warnings: NSFW, professor/student relations, language, flirtation, alcohol use, light BDSM, foursomes, voyeurism, oral sex (female and male receiving), anal sex, fingering, vaginal sex

Summary: Debbie is a college professor working within the Avenger’s compound. Her classes are usually full of cadets needing to learn another language. However, when Peter, Steve and Bucky decide to take her class, their reasons are far from educational. Can Debbie let down her guard, allowing herself to find the man or men of her dreams? Will the guys make a play for their professor? 

Chapter 4 of 6

A/N: Special thanks to my wonderful beta readers and support system @sapientesgladio and @annaofthenorthernlights   All characters in this story are over 21.

Created For: @julybreakbingo / body worship @pparkerbingo / office sex O5  @ultimatechrisbingo / Hey, don’t do anything stupid until I get back. I1 @anyfandomgoesbingo / choking I4

Fifteen minutes later her T.A. is panicking. Tia wasn’t prepared to hold the last lecture. She lets out a sigh of relief when Debbie practically runs into her office. “You're late?!. Are you okay? You’re never late. I was worried! What happened?” She hands the lecture notes to Deb. 

“Traffic’s a bitch today.” Tia gives her a questioning look but doesn’t pursue it further.

 An hour and a half later she has somehow made it to the final wrap up of her lesson. “As you can observe from your notes, the grammar used when writing romantic languages differs from standard English. So, when you compose your essay, remember that you need to demonstrate such grammar usage. Your essay will be due next week when you complete your final….” Debbie glances around the room, trying to keep her mind on her job, but it’s extremely difficult. Her mind continues to wander back to the parked car and how good Peter’s cock felt inside her. She ends her lecture ten minutes early. 

Peter pays a tenth of the usual attention, even taking a nap at one point in the class, but there's one thing he is focused on; that’s her. He doesn't even notice the class leaving, still giving the Hollywood daydream. Steve nudges Peter, who has been daydreaming most of the class. “Hey, don’t do anything stupid until I get back. I’m going to man the door.” Steve gives Pete a knowing look. He quickly descends the risers' steps two at a time, nodding politely at Debbie as she ascends the stairs to where Peter sits. “Ma’am.”  

Deb’s cheeks redden. “Steve,” she states breathlessly, locking eyes upon his ocean blue orbs. 

“Fuck..” he mutters to himself, watching her pass, checking out her ass. His cock twitches just from one word. 

Deb stands in front of him and clears her throat, causing Peter to snap out of his daydream. “Did you have a question about the lecture?” 

"Huh? No baby, I mean ma'am." He blushes, flustering himself with his internal dialect.

Her inter goddess giggles while Debbie keeps a calm professional composure, which is extremely difficult.  “Did I bore you or were you daydreaming about something?” She tilts her head to the side, waiting on an answer. “Or maybe you have a question. If so, I do have office hours.”

Peter’s spider sense can tell that Steve and Bucky are leaning against the door watching his every move. Both want the same thing he does; her.  He stands, taking a couple of steps towards her as Deb steps backwards down the few steps. "I’ve spent the whole lecture thinking about the drive home." Now he has her flushed. Deb backs up slightly with a coy smile.

“Oh? It sounds like you have things in mind, Mr. Parker.” He holds her waistband, not letting her back away from him. Her heart is beating faster just from one touch. Peter looks her up and down slowly, undressing her with his eyes. 

“Think right now you prefer baby then, ma’am.”  HIs voice dips an octave, causing a shiver to race down her spine as the other two guys lean upon the door smirking. Peter has caught Deb's attention so much that she doesn't realize they have company.  “Would like to know what I’ve been fantasizing about during the lecture, baby?” He thumbs her bottom lip gently. All Debbie can do is nod, for once again her voice is gone. He leans closer, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “Fucking you on every surface of my apartment. Would you like that, beautiful?”

Her inner goddess is nodding yes before Deb can even answer. “Ye-yes,” she stammers, while Peter places small kisses upon her neck. She rests her hands upon his hips, nodding slowly. Her racing heart can be heard by any sensitive ears. 

“However, that’s the plan when we leave. Right now,” he picks her up, sitting her upon the desk in the lecture hall, “I’m going to give you a preview.” Peter slowly bunches up her skirt, his long fingers brushing against her inner thighs. With one hand he gently pushes her down upon her desk. “Don’t move.”

“Y-yes, sir,” softly states in anticipation.

“Good girl.” With his lover settled, he takes his thumbs, looping them under the band of her black lace panties down her legs. He takes them off of her, stuffing them into his back pocket. 

He smiles, kneeling before her as if he is worshiping her body.  His hands grazing the heat of her thighs as his face lowers closer towards the junction of her inner thighs.  He places his nose near the junction of inner lips. Peter's nose breathes her musk in deeply, as the tip of his nose nuzzles her aroused clit, “Damn, baby, you smell divine. Can’t wait to taste you.” Debbie's breathing hitches in her throat and that's when she felt that the world stopped spinning. 

As Peter places soft kisses upon her slick clit, he could feel himself becoming strained within his jeans.  In a moment of desperation, Peter unzips the fly on his pants to release himself from his confines.  Eagerly, he wraps one of his hands around his throbbing cock as the other hand on her. thigh tightens. Lips praise her body like one would in prayer. His tongue traces the curves of her pussy before he drives his tongue in, finally tasting her wetness.  Peter licks and sucks upon it running his large hand up and down his cock, massaging the head with his thumb. Deb bucks her hips forward, moans falling from her lips. Peter senses eyes, shifts to the side to give others a better view. 

While Debbie moans on the other side of the door, Steve unzips his jeans as Bucky unfastens his trousers, pushing them down to his upper thighs. Their cocks standing proud upon their stomachs. Buck focuses on Debbie’s dripping clit. Steve runs his palm over his cock, spreading precum from the tip to his balls. His eyes never leave the woman in the line of his view. 

Bucky bites his bottom lip to hide a smirk. His left vibranium hand holds onto his cock while the right strokes his manhood up and down the shaft slowly. “Fuck,” he hisses out through gritted teeth quietly. 

Deb pulls Peter’s hair, coaching him on when he thrusts his tongue into her pussy. His right thumb massages her clit, moaning. She lets out a desperate whine when he replaces it with two of his long fingers, curling them ever so gently at first. But his pace soon picks up when her walls flutter around his digits. 

Steve rests the back of his head on the door, palming his erection quickly with one hand while the other squeezes his balls. His salty seed leaks from the head as he curses under his jagged breath. 

“Pete—don’t stop. Fuck me, please.” Her raspy words throughout the room, causing Peter to smirk and rise from his position.  He removes his fingers, suckling them clean while groaning from the divine taste of her. During this, he readies his erection along her glistening pussy. Her hand finds his as her eyes flutter shut. She moves it to her throat. Peter applies gentle pressure at first until he feels her slick walls fitter around his cock. “Please, baby, don’t hold back,” she begs. 

“Tell me to stop if you need,” pants out.  He kisses her lips gently, then slams his hips into hers, squeezing her throat with more force. Her head resting on his for reinsurance.  

The sound is slapping hips, and moans echo around them. Bucky curses in Russian, fucking his hand quickly, his seed spilling onto the cool metal.  Steve groans, quickening his pace as his cock shoots cum over his shirt. 

Peter can’t hold on much longer, needing to feel his lover's release. “Cum for me, baby,” he coos gently as Debbie’s walls shudder around him while his seed spills into her.

If this was what heaven felt like, she never wanted to return. Her legs shake around his thighs as his hand drops from her throat. He places light kisses on any red marks, sits her up gently, then cradles her in his arms. Moments pass before she opens her eyes, noticing two others with their cocks on full display. She blushes with both embarrassment and excitement. 

“Hope voyeurism and the idea of a foursome turns you on,” Peter mutters, still cuddling her.  Because we need to talk to you.” 

#peter parker smut #darlin' writes #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel smut #july break bingo #pparkerbingo23 #ultimatechrisbingo #anyfandomgoesbingo #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #professor x student

[absolutely-not-my-main-blog]

My internet provider was straight up playing me before because it took 3 hours to download the ep last week and with the new internet, 20 minutes this week, so anyway I took random notes while watching and just gonna post a couple of them in one hit before scrolling my dash:

1. “Anybody can get a guy to bang them once.” Oh, can they, Dennis? Can they?? Sounds like a man speaking from experience, huh.

2. Jack to Charlie regarding “play dates” together and him saying “You don’t remember,” oh that hurts my heart, Charlie having to repress memories of him. And then the extra creep factor with the fucking ice cream truck, good lord, I’m starting to think Jack murder is more and more possible this season.

3. “Don’t mind my friend, he’s schizophrenic.” “I am, yeah.” I know it’s like a joke here, but I like schizotypal Charlie headcanon so I choose to see this as a win. (Spider in my ear vibes though <3)

4. Dee and Mac asking “why” and “how come” Dennis has a system to get men and him shhing them, oh yeah it’s all coming together, he’s used this system fr, and the truth and something else is gonna come out, baby.

5. Love The Waitress is Getting Married vibes from Dennis helping Mac and Dee on their dates the way they tried to help Charlie.

6. Girl, how did Dennis get that bottle open over that guy, this man lives off of beer and air, he’s a weak, frail Victorian maiden who would absolutely get Mac to open jars in their apartment constantly.

7. MOMMY ISSUES DENNIS REAL. Okay so we’re all in agreement we’re gonna transport Den “back to a time when he was a snot nosed little bitch who depended on the most important person in his life for absolutely everything, the person who inflated his ego, who made him feel powerful but also powerless, the person whose validation he’s been seeking his entire life.” I’m SCREAMING. “The way to make a guy fall in love with you is to make him feel like you are his mommy.” GIRL, WHAT THE FUCK, Freud would like a word, I could write a whole essay on this scene alone, but I’m sure someone else already has, but oh my god they’re bringing up how Barbara’s influence really messed with him, inflating his ego, making him the golden child and holding him up to these perfect standards, but he’s trying to maintain that perfection even after she’s gone and realizing he can’t, making him powerless. He just wants the illusion of power! he doesn’t want to have to work for it this much. Head buzzing with incoherent thoughts but there are thoughts here I may come back to just aaahh.

8. On another note, I really liked their acting in this one, especially the S.I.N.N.E.D. scene, their deliveries were all great, they seemed to be having fun and it was sooo cute.

9. A boy in love with Johnny so he can’t be with anyone else, but Dennis is Johnny, Dennis catfish real, Dennis controlling anal beads real, what fever dream is this fucking episode, a boy in love with Johnny, Johnny dennis Dennis Johnny, I’m losing my mind.

10. “I’m Dennis, I’ve always been Dennis” and Ireland’s “You’re you, you’ve always been you” parallels and Mac’s need for solid and clear labels of identity, but Dennis’ continually vague notion of his own self, and Mac remaining completely clueless this whole season, not seeing what’s right in front of him, the blowing jokes, Dennis and his system for men, Dennis is Johnny, while Dennis is starting to realize maybe what he wants and continuously gets more aware, and it leads to mental health day, aaah idk!! So much!

11. I love how everyone was deep dive analyzing the Frank Dennis scene and it was just him telling him he got anal beads in his ass 😭

12. The chess opponent looks a lil like Donald to me.

13. Full ass blast 😭 I hate how this show makes me insane regardless of that.

#iasip #text #sunny sweet 16 #frank vs russia #s16 spoilers #anmmbposts #iasip spoilers