#and they didn't even havd

[newtness532]

i said if i go this way it will probably be 20seconds quicker and then i got lost and walked 18 minutes more

#im exhausted #doing things while on your period is terrible #like i just went grocery shopping and now i need floor time for at least 2 hours so i can recover #and they didn't even havd #have* anything. so i dont have food for dinner so I'll have to make pasta again and then mom will somehow find a way to ban me from buying #pasta bc 'i need to also eat other more nutritious foods' but i just can't eat other foods they all are terrible and i cant force myself to #eat something if i don't like it #anyway im gonna take a nap bye #jo says stuff #personal ramblings

[runawaycarouselhorse]

#I could draw more dramatic rp scenes but no... drawing nauseatingly cutesy stuff instead (pulls cheek [*gently*]) #........ they just terrorized the kid's rural hometown so they stop sacrificing twins to their guardian by pretending to represent it :D #(it worked easily with a Ghost type's illusions kabuki/kumadori makeup masks and talking a big game) #didn't even have to blow anything up or threaten anybody directly despite expecting to!!! #............. Chord looking like the kid's dead dad helped. #my doodle #face pulling #cheek pulling #pda * ??? #does it count........ I havd no clue what to tag this #I will throw more adjacent tags for filtering purposes #play fighting #tickling #no tickling involved but it *looks* close enough so tagging in case for easy blocking #character death * mention

[mychemikuromance]

. . .

#j talks #i'm gonna talk about my anxiety : ) #went to a comedy show with friends and it was very very crowded and i don't. like crowded places #i don't like being around lots of people i don't like the idea of something going wrong or happening #and i legit. like sat down at this show and like #i thought i was gonna have a panic attack tbh. #like i wanted to be like. okay i can't do this i have to leave rn or else i'm gonna vomit or freak out and just. explode #and i was like this pre-pandemic but. its just gotten worse (and i think thats reasonable) #at some point the comedian got into talking about anxiety and it just. it was honestly so relatable and like. wow #people just go do things for fun and relax and don't overthink everything and aren't uncomfortable and don't have stomach pains #and tension headaches and sore jaws from clenching teeth and so so so much sweat #and i know. i've known. that my anxiety like. obstructs my daily life. but geez...sucks. a lot #i'm glad i was able to sit through it and eventually enjoy the show without just. overthinking every little thing #and i'm even more glad i didn't havd a panic attack : ) #but maybe one day i'll get to a point where this doesn’t happen or it'll be. less severe #here's to hoping i can better enjoy my life

[decaying-church]

Slasher with a s/o that likes to nap

Slashers x male reader

(a/n: Taking a mini break from smut and by that I mean I'll probably be writing it again in like 3 days.)

Warning: Billy Lenz being horny.

Characters (in order of appearance): Stu Macher, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Michael Myers, Herbert West.

Stu Macher is also a napper. Maybe not to the extent that you are but honestly he's getting pretty close. He likes to hang out in your room while you nap, looking through all of your trinkets and shit, he’ll wake you up if he finds something particularly interesting or confusing, or if he gets bored enough.

You have a very strict schedule, pre-dewalling, you didn't have much time for naps. But when you did, Brahms would sit and watch you through little holes in the wall, maybe even dozing off for a bit with you. After he's come out, he’ll cuddle up with you, whether he's actually sleeping or not is a mystery but you don't mind the company. In a way, to him, it feels like a good deviation from the schedule he's stuck to for his entire life.

No, Billy will never let you sleep. Horny bastard. He will lay behind you and for a split second you think he's decided to have a peaceful afternoon nap but then he starts rutting against you and you realize that no, he's just horny again. (I mean if you don't mind just let him go to town and then convince him in his satisfied haze to take a nap but that's up to you).

Vincent is also a nap taker. Look at him and tell me he doesn't take a good nap. Plus his sleep schedule is so far outta wack he’d really appreciate it if you sometime would ask him to join you for a nap. If he comes home and you're already asleep he's definitely joining you. If he wakes up before you or isn't tired he'll sit with you, draw or make tiny wax figures, all in your general vicinity so he can still be with you without waking you up.

Billy is a bitch, truly and honestly. He will not let you rest, he will sneak into your room and intentionally slam the door or window he came through, or stomp around your room or “accidentally” drop something heavy on the floor until you wake up. He a dick, we know this. But if he decides he wants to nap with you he has to havd absolute silence.

Michael Myers should definitely take more naps, but as he is not it's not going to happen. He will watch you nap though, usually from the doorway or the corner of your room. If he's feeling particularly clingy that day he’ll sit next to you, maybe he'll talk to you a bit, his voice quieter than normal, telling you about his day, or anything interesting he'd found about his victims, really just letting himself ramble while you slept.

Don't fall asleep in his lab he will take blood samples from you. He’ll call Dan to come and get you but the moment Dan tries to pick/wake you up he tells him to leave. You have woken up to random body parts, both human and animal, just sitting in a tray next to you (you're in his space but he doesn't want you to leave but he still needs his space). He might, might nap with you on occasion, but neither of you must ever speak of it afterwards.

Reblogs>likes

#stu macher x male reader #stu macher x male!reader #stu macher x reader #brahms heelsire x male reader #brahms heelsire x male!reader #brahms heelsire x reader #billy lenz x male reader #billy lenz x male!reader #billy lenz x reader #vincent sinclair x male reader #vincent sinclair x male!reader #vincent sinclair x reader #billy loomis x male reader #billy loomis x male!reader #billy loomis x reader #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x male!reader #michael myers x reader #herbert west x male reader #herbert west x male!reader #herbert west x reader #slashers x male reader #male reader #male s/o #male!reader #male!s/o #reader insert

[oh-my-may]

I FINISHED CHAPTER 12! (Basically... PS says I have like 7% remaining and that is probably gonna be leaving the Gold Saucer again so... yeah)

I HAVE THOUGHTS BRO.

Zack??? ZACK FAIR??? How dare you be the most beautiful gorgeous cute man ever. His sections always manage to have me tear up. The ending of this game is SO gonna hurt me my god.

My date was with Aerith... which i didn't mind but Cloti for the win you know. Aerith, girl, Zack is somewhere out there!

Didn't bother with any of the new minigames at the Saucer yet, since I wasn't a fan of a lot of them the first time around. Will probably only do it after finishing main story, since some of the exchangeable rewards are very nice.

Loveless was wonderful. Teared up seeing Jessie again. The song was so moving. The party acting as the main cast had me rolling tho. THE WAY YOU COULD CHOOSE BARRET AS YOUR TRUE LOVE? They're so unserious. The little game mechanics were a little confusing tho. I swear I don't have a left-right-weakness but this part had me questioning. Managed to get score A but still... wish there would havd been earlier triggers that told you what button to press... but maybe that's just me.

BUT THE COLOSSEUM HAD ME QUESTIONING EVERYTHING. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BASICALLY 6 ROUNDS OF FIGHTING BACK TO BACK AND THERES ONLY ONE OPPORTUNITY TO CHANGE YOUR EQUIPMENT. The first two rounds were easy, when they brought put the Tonberry I was having war flashbacks to the boss fight in Corel. Didn't expect a round 4, but Aerirh and Phoenix came through for me <3

THE TURKS AGAIN THO??? Listen, I'm a proclaimed Turks lover okay. I love them. My pookies. BUT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME FIGHT THEM A THIRD TIME NOW?? Elena is always easier to handle, Rude kinda annoying still but we got through it. Wanted to take this opportunity to say how much I love Elena being such a hater. And her having the most bone chilling horror movie scream when you land a hit or pressure her. Queen.

BUT THEN RUFUS??? ALONE AS CLOUD??? I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure bro. I hate blonde men. Had to restart several times to get his patterns down. Was very upset with my inability tp dodge, usually I play my fights pretty head-on offensive... I was shaking crying throwing up until I had Rufus down to like half his health. Kujata on Cloud really helped me idk. Darkstar was annoying, but got him down eventually after using Clouds Limit TWICE. Almost died when Rufus was only like 3% HP remaining. The way I was shaking when it was finally over... damn. Never wanna do that again but I had already heard that the Rufus fight was pretty annoying...

Cait's betrayal was nothing new to me, I did know about it. Still made me sad ofc. THE WAY YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH HIM AFTERWARDS? I'm heartbroken.

Now it's off to the Temple/The Promised Land. Very curious what the last 2 Chapters are gonna bring. Heard 13 was quite long, but I wanna try and play it all now without any more interruptions... gonna play side quests and minigames later. Maybe I'll even be able to finish this weekend, which would be nice. I'm on vacation next week and won't be home...

So that's that. Enjoy some screenshots I took during this chapter!

#mays gaming #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #rebirth #ff7 rebirth #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy 7 rebirth #final fantasy vii rebirth #ff7r spoilers #ff7r #ff7 remake #cait sith #cloud strife #sephiroth #zack fair #ff7 zack #aerith #aerith gainsborough #tifa #tifa lockhart #gold saucer

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

I was rereading Vows and I havd a question! May seems ecstatic about having children and no qualms about being pregnant (other than the Relations with Ronnie that led to that). Is there a reason she didn't get sperm donations to have more kids?

twas the 70s, and sperm banks willing to assist single women (even widows with previous children) were vanishingly rare - the first sperm bank opened with the primary intention of serving single women and lesbians wasn't opened until 1982.

by then abby would have been almost a preteen, and May would have had about 10 years under her belt of the very real struggle of being a single mother and working full time in the 70s AKA a god damn herculean task, and set aside her desire for a gaggle in favor of taking the best care she could of the one kid she already had

#laoft may #love and other fairytales ask

[chiefatticcreator]

Rieri and Naomi finally escaped from the sick man and his Crew holding them captive and brainwashed them into Sex Slaves... now they can finally recover and become their true selves again... hungry for Shota Cock with one already close to them to seduce and enjoy

Rieri and Naomi were tired. They had managed to escape, slipping through their bonds after breaking through their brainwashing. a process that had left the two utterly exhausted and spent, but now, after months of sufferign, of slavery, of sexual servitued, the two were finally free.

Free to recover, free to live their lives again, to not have to worry about their 'master', about pleasing them. The two could do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, however they felt like it. There were many things the two busty babes wanted to do now that they had escaped their tormentors, but the one thing that was on their mind above all...

... was finding a hung Shota to have fun with. Now that they didn't have to take care of old men, ugly pigs and the crews, they could return to their true passion, which was to find a cute boy, seduce him, and give him the night of his life.

And, luckily for the two women, they could see a young boy in the street a few meters in front of them. Smiling, Rieri was the first one to approach him.

Her green eyes parklign with lust, her purple hair framign her face as she nelt in front of the boy.

"Hello, sweetie~ Me and my friend here would really like some company for a while, would you be so kind as to have a drink with us?~"

"We'll get you some cocoa while us old ladies have oru drinks." Naomi added, smirking.

Intimidated by the two women, and feeling something inside him tingle as he looked at their bodies, the boy nodded.

+++++

plap plap plap plap plap

The sound of a shota's hips slamming against her own was the most wonderful sound Rieri havd ever heard in her life, and it was made even sweeter by the months of horrible servitude she had just goen through. She was riding him with wantong lust, moaning lewdly as her breasts bounced. Her face forming a pure ahegao as she cried out, feelign the boy's dick as deep inside her as it could go, the young boy grunting in pleasure as well.

He had already cum a few times inside her, but her experienced, shota-draining pussy had made him hard again in seconds and it was about to be the sixth load she'd recieve inside her.

Right next to her, already full of his cum, Naomi had opened her white bliuse, and was pressign her breasts against the boy's mouth, letting him suck on her breasts as she hummed in contentment.

They had missed this.

#stripclub-elysium #rieri bishop #naomi evans

[praxieserver]

This is a kind of silly one BUT like havd this cringe weird au where like cartman has another kid in post covid (I called her jane cuz she reminds me of rtc jane doe for her personality) and for some reason I see her sm with kyle's daughter (aubrey) kinda like menorah and eli and it would be so funny like cartman realizing that both of his kids are dating/have a crush on his rival's/enemie's kids but aside from that I see jane totally like freaking aubrey out and aubrey being kinda scared of her at first because she literally appeared out of nowhere all the time spooking everyone even if she doesn't mean to I feel she got curious about aubrey because observing a bit she realized they didn't seemed as bad as her dad told her,so she tries like get closer to her but accidentally spooks her a lot at first

Jane:"you know what I find kind of really super hurts?"

Aubrey:*turning around in fear* "maybe later thanks— SORRY—" *runs away*

/ref

But I see her slowly realizing that jane isn't actually as scary as she thought and slowly start spending more time together

Theres more I could say about these two but I am lazy and also dont know how to phrase everything so that's it for now!

op u need to share more rn and YOU NEED TO TELL ME IF SHE LOOKS LIKE JANE DOE FROM RID ETHE CYCLONE OR YOU HAVE DIFFERENT DRSIGN IN MIND.

I FUCK W THIS AU. I WILL DOODLE THIS AU ONCE IM NOT DEAD FROM SWIMMING TRAINING. THABK U SM FOR SHARING UR OWN SILLY AU IDEAS WITH MY SILLY AU IDEAS TO FORM A NEW, EVEN SILLIER AU IDEA.

akhdksjaja srry if this sounds rlly aggressive but wowzs!!!! im so very excited and very happy to hear more since i haven't really watched rtc in it's entirety (i just listen to the what the world needs and ballad of jane doe over and over again and watched a few funny conpilations on youtube 😭✌️), and im sure your jane's personality isnt a direct copy of jane doe rtc's personality so!!! please!!!! share!!!!

personally i see aubrey as being cautious towards jane bc her and moisha do not get along at all, and in gen the rivalry is a family wide thing, so while she's polite to the other members of the cartman family that don't bother her (totally on her own volition bc she's such a mature child and not bc her dad has severely reprimanded her for severely injuring moisha in multiple fights, no sir!) they're all on thin ice really.

so she's probably really jittery around her most of the time, but kind of has a revelation that. out of all the weird encounters she's had with jane. jane hasn't really. done anything. and decides to try talking to her and they become good friends and she adopts them into her friend group bc she's very extroverted in a female himbo kinda way. (not a bimbo. well actually ig, she's a bimbo but in a masc way. so like. girl himbo. listen she's just a dorkass kid sometimes that's all you need to know)

anyways thank u sm for sharing!!! hope to see u in my inbox again soon :DD

#south park #south park post covid #mail

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

men will find out that season 1 episode 5 of Good Omens opens with Crowley racing through the streets of London to "You're My Best Friend," as he tries to reach the book shop run by his best friend, the angel Aziraphale.

copied alt text under cut:

grey i saw a spoiler i was looking at the [caps] hueeeeeeee oh muy gopd i was looking at an rticle of music in ghomesn ep 5 opens w crowley running in the street to you are my best friend [/end caps] im gnna kms [caps] its crover [/end caps] i saw somebody to love somewhere there but i closed it quick enough im really gnna vomit its so crover its sooooo croverrrrrrrr its [caps] soooooo crover iuts corvhbjwkmlfpvevhjklw'fdwhvgvvhjklw its crover ohn i fwel so sick [/end caps]

crystal [caps] nooooooooo god noooo i didn't want you to knowthat one. well. it is so crover [/end caps]

grey i feel so sick.

crystal now its gonna be a letdown when it happenssss whatever i'm just gonna start lying to you. that song never happens

grey well dont say anything hbhjnkmkshfjklsfvhnkwg

crystal queen didn't even write a song called somebody to love

grey god is it him going to aziraphale very happy that hes safe from ligur and hastur and then. well. and then. god. [caps] gof im going crazyty [/end caps]

crystal queen never wrote a song ever queen isn't even a band it's that dead british woman

grey this is so bad for me i was most;y normal abt ep 4 god [caps] god [/end caps] that is his best frieend god [caps] god ooooooooooh you make me live??????? as he thinks/discovers that aziraphale is dead [/end caps]

crystal somebody isn't even a word

grey [caps] their bookstore is gone????? [/end caps] god what if they really did romeo and juliet they wont but what if they did [caps] bit what if theyd if [/end caps]

crystal good omens doesnt even havd an episode 5 ep4 was the end of it

grey [caps] im gnna kill you neil gaoimamn are they gnna play somebody to love this season yes or no its crover. its done. its crover. its so ceover thats my jogging songgggggggg do not take it away from me thats my wind in my face song [/end caps]

crystal no they play no music ever

grey [caps] you cannot do this to me neil gaimamnm [/end caps] im losing it in ways u cannot possibly imagine' sick to my stomach etc okay i will sleep i will force myself into a deep slumber if i wake up terribly distraught it well may be

#as mentioned in ep 4! #mentioned

[goodbyemaryjane]

an anecdotal account of weed addiction

part of the reason I could get so addicted to THC was because of the set of positive myths surrounding it. First, that it is not addictive and cannot be abused. Second, that overuse is not harmful because it won't acutely poison you the way many other drugs can. And third, that there is no such thing as weed withdrawals: it's all in your head.

This is my experience: I was not in control of how I was smoking. I felt like I needed to smoke before I did just about anything. I needed to be at least a little bit high all the time, or the cravings would be all I could think about. I would get anxious, restless, like an animal pacing around in its cage. I wouldn't be able to eat or sleep. It was just my little ritual, yeah? Have a bowl before I go. I'll just smoke a blunt before I go. I'll just take a few hits before I go. Slowly, the world outside my room seemed more and more anxiety-inducing, and weed was my only true refuge.

It hadn't started out that way, at first I could wait to just smoke at night, but by the end I was waking up early to get baked every morning, heading back to get high before lunch, and I needed - absolutely needed - to have enough in my stash to stay high until I fell asleep.

I had been getting high and crying about how I was an addict for maybe a week before I quit. I had realized what I was doing wasn't healthy, I was spending all my money just to stave off sobriety, I was behind in school, I was plotting ways to hide how much I was smoking and vaping from my boyfriend. I needed more and more to get high, to even feel normal. I felt trapped.

One day, I was skipping class. I'd thrown up in the morning again. (Later I would link this to prodromal CHS, but that's another post.)

I was listening to It's Gonna Be Okay, Baby by MUNA in my bed, the world swirling around. I had just bought more yesterday. I had smoked as much as I liked in the morning. I should be happy, right? Am I too high to feel happy?

Until the moment you wake in the deepest of pain that you've ever been in

And you admit you've gotta quit him

...

You're gonna start to call friends

You're gonna start to call yourself an addict

I thought about leaps of faith. I thought about what it would take for me to get clean. I had been planning - hoping - that I could quit for a little bit by then. I had bananas and saltines in my dorm cupboard, easy things to eat with no appetite.

I thought about it. I wanted to do it today. I didn't want to wait anymore.

I got up and put all my weed and implements into a bag, and then another bag, and I taped it all shut. I walked to my locker in the art building across campus. The building is closed between midnight and 7am - even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to break on the first night, even though I didn't have it in me to completely get rid of my weed yet.

I spent all day journaling and waiting for the withdrawals to kick in. I was so exhilarated by the fact that I was actually doing something about my problem, I didn't care how much my body felt like it was full of bees. Or how my thoughts raced, or how the tiniest thing could make me cry. I just thought about how I wanted at least 24 full hours under my belt so I could call my Mom and tell her, I'm doing it, I'm really doing it, and I'm so sorry - and havd the authority to say that.

Letting go felt amazing. I had been gripping so tight, holding on so hard to the idea that I was in control, I could control this, I could fix this by using more...

When I quit, I decided not to view the buzzing in my body as anxiety. The excess energy was just my body burning the drug out of me. It was just a physiological process. The night sweats were just my body getting it out. I would be better in a week.

Instead of struggling, swimming upstream against sobriety, all it took in the end was for me to let go and allow the current to toss me around for a while. I remembered swimming in the river as a kid, that moment when you don't know which way is up and you just have to save your energy and let the water spin you over, push you down, then let you bob back up.

I told my boyfriend and all my friends; they stayed with me when I didn't want to be alone.

After two days, I went into the clay studio and finished my unfinished projects. I felt peaceful for the first time in ages. I could work on my pottery for as long as I wanted without heading off to top off my high - I didn't have to live my life on a two hour timer. There was a patience and focus I hadn't felt since I first relapsed six months prior. I was free. I called my mom; she told me she knew something was wrong but she didn't know how to help me; we both cried in joy.

On the third day, I went to see my boyfriend. We kissed and kissed, and I felt so much more aware of everything in the room. The light, his eyes, the morning birds, my love. I told him my addiction was only reason I had so much trouble spending the whole night before, and he was relieved of the wondering.

I went back to the art building, a fire inside me. I destroyed my silicone bong, cut to little pieces, and sealed those pieces in a one-quart mason jar. I blasted blasted The Bitch is Back and grinned while I soaked a Ziploc full of flower in paint solvent, entombing it in the caustic liquids disposal barrel.

After four days, I ate an orange and I wanted it. It tasted incredible. I tore into it like a feral animal. My natural hunger was coming back!

After a week, I could sleep without taking Advil PM to coax it along. I slept over at my love's room and got to stay all morning, wait for him to wake up, get breakfast together. Finally! And I was eating full meals, wanting them. I felt stronger. I felt like I was becoming someone other people could rely on.

After two weeks, I was sleeping through the night, not waking up before sunrise anymore. And I was dreaming again, sometimes. I used to keep dream journals... I'm starting that again now.

That is how I learned, once and for all that these myths were myths. There were physical effects of withdrawals. On day three, I think, I threw up on the carpet of a quiet Chapel. Oops.

Smoking all the time did have consequences. Not "reefer madness", but real things. It made me anxious and then became the only way to temporarily relieve the anxiety it had caused. It made me obsessive, made me emotionally fragile and prone to despair. It made it hard to travel or do new things, since I always needed a plan for how I'd get some. It harmed my lungs; I coughed up grey goo for months after quitting. It harmed my digestion and disrupted my natural signals of hunger. I had no appetite unless I got high, and eventually even that broke down, making food into a constant struggle. (Look up Cannabis hyperemesis syndrome.)

I am a "real addict". I'm not here to compare struggles with anyone with a different drug of choice, just to say that my addiction was real, and the depths of despair I felt when I couldn't think of anything but getting high were real too.

I know this was a long post but I wanted to put my story out there, just in case it could possibly help someone still suffering, or inspire understanding in people who have never experienced this.

I'm almost 3 months sober and I'm thankful for that every single day. I hope you got something out of reading this. Thank you.

#goodbye mary jane #weed addiction #marijuana addiction #recovering stoner #stoner #stoner memes #cannabis addiction #drug addikt #cannablr #cannacommunity #tw disordered eating #stonergang

[smiling-shoe]

Xuexiao fic prompt!

So, after recovery Xue Yang finally decided to stay in Yi city with his found future husband and little sister housemates. He tried to follow his revenge plan, but he went too deep with the "earning trust" part and fell for him, had a little catharsis about his feelings, but eventually accepted them, so he was just trying to be even closer to Xiao Xingchen, but for completely different reasons now. He still hadn't been exposed, Xiao Xingchen believed him, and everything was going just fine for nearly a year - until they havd sex, and Xingchen, being relaxed and lost in please, moaned "Ahh, A-Yang, please, faster".

No "faster" happenes, Xue Yang frozes in disbelief and horror, and Xingchen goes "Whoops". Turned out he knew not since the very beginning, but nearly so.

Once they were night haunting together; the case turned out to be more serious than they thought, and Xiao Xingchen's leg was deeply scratched by the creature's long claws. It was venomous; the poison wasn't lethal, but the intoxication weakened him a lot, so Xue Yang helped him to stop the blood and bandage his leg (it was their first physical interaction since Xiao Xingchen dragged Xue Yang out of the ditch). And while doing that he accidentally touched Xingchen's bare skin with his left hand; he tried to be as quick as possible, and that made him less attentive. The touch was brief and blurry, but still clear to a blind person. Xiao Xingchen made an instant association, but desperately wanted to be wrong - maybe his conscious was affected by the poison, maybe his imagination suddenly went wild, right, it can't be him, no - but when his new friend finally fell asleep beside him, calm and quiet, like he did before, Xiao Xingchen found his left hand again, touching almost imperceptably. He combined in mind that touch of fabric and skin with a timbre of voice and manner of speech, and finally came to a terrible conclusion.

He wanted to kill Xue Yang then - and he would have, but he realized that after intoxication he couldn't stand a chance against the Xue Yang himself. The idea of silently slicing his throat while he's asleep was so indecent and disgusting that Xiao Xingchen refused it immediately. He hated lying and was bad at this, so he explained sudden weirdness of this behavior with poison, and Xue Yang somehow believed. So Xingchen just had to wait until he fully recovered his strength, but that took way longer than he thought.

Meanwhile, Xue Yang helped him to get home, tried to cheer him up with funny stories, then bandaged his leg again, then cooked dinner for him and A-Qing, then suddenly - he is doing this on purpose, isn't he, because then god why? - told about how worried he was, but now he's glad that Xiao Xingchen was almost fine and they could return back home together, he sounded so sincere... Everything got so difficult. If Xue Yang wanted to kill him, why hasn't he done it already? He had plenty of opportunities!

Nearly a month or two Xiao Xingchen was tensly waiting for something, probably even the slightest hint of his evil plans, so he could strike and finiah it all at one - but didn't find any. He already started to fall for him - for Xue Yang - and hated himself for that, but there was nothing he could do about it.

So he decided to pretend ignorant, he chose not to think, he selfishly wanted to keep everything as it had been before: not Xiao Xingchen and Xue Yang, but a man who helped another man in an hour of need and found a new wonderful friend. So, Xue Yang thought he was very clever and careful with hiding his manner of speech and left hand, and Xiao Xingchen consciously lived in a pretty little lie.

After the truth was told, they had a long and uneasy conversation (with a couple of broken plates) and decided to leave everything as it is now, because aside all of the morals, revenge plans and strong chains of their past, it was what they both wanted.

Bonus 1:

Xue Yang: So you knew? How?? You're blind!

Xiao Xingchen: I am eyeless, not brainless.

Bonus 2:

Xue Yang: Wait. You called me by my name, right?

Xiao Xingchen: Yes.

Xue Yang: So you thought of me as Xue Yang while we were fucking?

Xiao Xingchen: ...Yes.

Xue Yang: Why?? Did it turn you on or what?

Xiao Xingchen: .....

Xie Yang: Daozhang?!!

Xiao Xingchen: ....I prefer not to answer this question, thank you very much.

#xue yang #xiao xingchen #xuexiao #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #I know it's banal and messy OK but I was writing it for so fucking long #so even if it's stupid I want you to suffer as I did while writing it

[silas-stories]

December 21

I was originally gonna update on the 14. because it was the day after the funeral vut i was feeling really sad and unmotivated

I didn't go to school and literally started crying if i wasnt distracted within a minute, I also stayed home rhe day after (and the day after that)

I was a lot better later thay week but I'm still really fucking stressed because of the mamy classtests and things that I still have to get done

There hasn't been a single week where didn't have any tests or projects in months

The due date of the portfolio for art school is also not that far away and I still have to finish soany things for that when I barely have any time for it

I also havd to vote all of my courses and classea fir next year but I already know exactly which ines I'm gonna take

I'm stil not sure about the basic courses, I'll have to look into that

I hope I'm gonna get accepted intk art school and I hope that they have good biology teachers because my current school does not and I plan on taking it as a learning course

Also idk the exact terminology on the different types of courses, I used google translate

Right now Im just really tired from school and everything

Not even overwhelmed, just tired

I was picking on my skin a lot today, I really need a break

But hey, tomorrow is the last day of school and after that (and the french test) I can finally rest and focus on finishing some wips and paintings

Until the first week of school because I'm writing teo tests that week

I cant wait for the semester to be over

I didn't correct my old french test or do my biology homework for tomorrow but I've been to tired to care

Anyways, time to read shitty fanfiction and go to bed because i seriously need it

[usertala]

Forehead Kisses

Characters: Yuuji, Nanami

a/n: im so sorry for the late late uploads i've been busy with school lately (i have to do two researches on my own) on top of that i havd to help for my sister's debut coming this week.

Yuuji Itadori

He adores forehead kisses, especially when they're from you. He'd be doing minimal chores when you reward him with a kiss, and he loves every second of it. He started expecting it every day, so when you forget one day, he's immediately thinking he did something wrong.

You feel a tug on the hem of your shirt. Looking down, you see Yuuji's hand. He's looking at you doing his best puppy dog eyes, "Did I do something wrong?" You place your hand on his arm before responding, "Nothing at all! Why would you think that?" He rests his hands on your waist and says, "Well, you didn't give me any forehead kisses today... I did my chores, helped Kugisaki and Megumi, and I also did well in training with Gojo."

You laugh, proceeding to kiss his forehead, cheeks, and lips. "If you want a kiss, just say it, dork."

Nanami Kento

He's never received forehead kisses before. I mean, who'd anyone even dare? Even Gojo has his limits. But as you look at him sleepily laying on your lap, you can't help but bring your head down to kiss his forehead down to his lips. Kento seemed to have woken up from a daze as he stared at you wide-eyed. You can see pink slightly dusting his cheeks.

"Wha-why did you do that?" He asks, and you shrug, "Just felt like it. You look so pretty right now." He hums, awkwardly scratching the side of his head. You laugh. Kento has always been a bit nonchalant when it comes to affection. Whether it was your first kiss or your first time together, he always seemed composed and knew what he was doing. If his reaction was always going to be like that, you might consider doing it more often. 

navigation

jjk masterlist

leave a tip!

#jjk fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #yuujiitadori #yuuji x you #yuuji headcanons #yuuji x y/n #jjk yuuji #itadori yuuji #itadori yūji #jujutsu kaisen itadori #jjk itadori #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #nanami fluff #nanami kento #nanamin #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjk kento #kento x reader

[gum-pp-me]

Grøn omstilling

Så min pige, jeg havde advaret dig, hvis du blev med din dårlige opførsel og almindelig endefuld ikke hjalp, ville du få det at føle, endnu mere.

Jeg har lagt gumminederdel, gummibukser og dejlige brændenælder frem på din seng, gå in og skift, fordel brændenælderne i dine gummibukser og kom så og læg dig over mine knæ.

Måske kan det lære dig at opfører dig pænt.

So my girl, I had warned you, if you stayed with your bad behavior and plain spanking didn't help, you'd make it feel, even more so.

I've laid out rubber skirts, rubber pants and lovely nettles on your bed, go in and change, spread the nettles in your rubber pants and then come and lay over my knees.

Maybe it can teach you to behave nicely.

Vi kan jo kalde det Grøn omstilling

We can call it Green transition :-)

#Gummibukser brændenælder straf endefuld

[itismee1412]

Remember the scene in "Imagine Me" where Anderson had Juliette/Ella kneel down before her and pledge her loyality? Weml, this is how I whish it went:

Anderson: Now,say that I am your master.

Juliette/Ella after finally having enough of all the acting: Now who the hell do you think you are?! If you havem't noticed yet, Iam the one who almost killed you, the only one to achiev that,and I will do it again if I have to!

Warner: What...?

Juliette/Ella: Did you really think that you could actually brainwash me and I would do everything you want? Really? It didn't work the first time,and it has also not worked this time. And are you sure that you're Aarons father? You seem to be so much more naive than my fiance.

Warner: I am n- wait, fiance?!

Juliette/Ella: Oh, right, you aren't supposed to know. Infact, you should havd died before we could even get the chance to tell anyone. Well, damn you and your hobby to destroy my plans?!

Warner:....

[trickster-archangel]

Reading the script book, one can almost say it's like having an epiphany.

Because....something is not quite right. Because you feel like this was the very best way to transition the book into another medium, a medium which requires a personal adaptation from the real living actors..but for some reasons, the very peculiar feeling of the nook, and its script adaptation, got lost along the way.

And if the tv result is coherent as far as the tv representation is concerned, it's quite another matter as far as the characters themselves are concerned.

What am I talking about?

THIS

I think this is not a very tiny, flimsy omission.

Think about it. Think about the scene where Crowley, forgetting himself, accidentally drowns the duck, and Aziraphale, irritated, scolds him and drives him to revive it. Nothing wrong in this interaction...I mean, Crowley is a demon, causing trouble and mischief and hurt is what he does, part of the job description.... Aziraphale himself had stated so, just in the eden scene, and for all we know, it's perfectly reasonable that Aziraphale, an angel, loving for all creatures big and small, reproaches him.

That's the first impression. What we are (traitorously) led to think.

But things, we learn, are quite different.

And it's exactly this very tiny scene that shows it all in a nutshell, IMHO... because HERE we have an angel, who is just enough of a bastard to care about all creatures on a large and totally anonymous scale (see the drunk dialogue for example, where Crowley actually cares for individual animals and their oddities and marvels, while Aziraphale can simply mention "all creatures" indifferently, or maybe focus on the individual curiosity he picked up somewhere but didn't care enough to focus about, like nests), who accidentally forgets himself and carelessly kills a little, innocent thing, a dove above all...just because it was useful to him to stuff the dove inside his sleeve instead of making it appear at command, and spare its life.

And then we have a demon, who owns just enough goodness in him to get irritated and, forgetting himself, to snap the dove back to life. Nobody was forcing or asking him to do anything...he could havd gone away without this act of kindness.

But he didn't. He revived the dove.

We are talking of the same demon who wants to save the earth because it's his only home, and humans are sort of a found folk, if not really family (detachment from everyone and suchlike)...and he loves humanity. And an angel who doesn't want to get involved in order to maintain his own comfort and benefit, and capitulates only when this benefit is threatened, just like he caused an innocent animal to die because of his tricks (even if in the end, Crowley's example will make him understand the weight of it all, and his own words will give Crowley the needed courage to face Satan).

By changing the script version of the scene and having Aziraphale instead of Crowley reviving the dove, all of the poetry of the scene, and the metaphor it self (things are never like they seem, and it's up to us to decide who we want to be), disappears. The angel is good, the demon simply doesn't care...he only does acts of kindness for Aziraphale's benefit and sake.

Of course, in David's portrayal of Crowley, it makes sense: here, Crowley surely wants to save the earth as his only home...but because it's the only place where he and Aziraphale can be together. Lost Aziraphale in the fire, fighting doesn't make any sense anymore, and he quits, actually doing exactly what in the book he had thought to do (get plastered and wait the end of world) but refused to do, even without Aziraphale.

I think it was really just a tiny scene. But it altered significantly the whole point of Aziraphale's and Crowley's relationship dynamics.

#good omens #Aziraphale #Crowley #good omens script book #I love the show but God why did they have to change them so much? #Crowley's goodness was for all creatures not only for Aziraphale #and Aziraphale has lost half of his potential by being just a scared angel who does lip service for fear and not for interest #where's the bastard in all of this?