#because that is old and tired just like me

[natalievoncatte]

Kara is buzzed when it happens. Not drunk, buzzed. A little tipsy. Not lost in the sauce, more “in her cups”. It’s been a rough day of wordsmithing and crime fighting and game night has turned into an impromptu movie night because no one has enough energy to play anything. The Settles of Catan box is gathering dust next to the Pictionary stuff and the other random games that have accumulated at Lena’s apartment ever since they all realized that she has the best bachelorette pad for hosting these things.

Instead they’re watching Twister instead of playing Twister, laughing at how cheesy it is. The movie is almost over but the night is young and Kara is unwinding, so she asks Lena for a favor.

“Can you bring me some?” she says, spotting Lena pouring wine from a box that Kara brought over.

“Sure,” Lena says.

A moment later, Lena joins her.

This moment is inportant. Kara doesn’t know it yet but it’s one of the most important. One day she will rank it in importance with the day she first saved Lena and the first time she walked into Lena’s office and a number of other firsts.

Consider this: It is a warm May night and Lena has the windows open to let the breeze in. It’s maybe seventy in the penthouse and eventually it’ll get cooler. Right now, everyone is lazing about in knockaround clothes. Kara herself is in a pair of old threadbare sweats from the DEO that she kept even after the organization disbanded because they were so comfy, and the ribbed tank she had on under her outfit at work, baring her blocky and sun-tanned shoulders.

(This is because Lena once made a comment about her big meaty shoulders after they attended a spin class together. Kara never consciously said “I’m giving Lena two tickets to the gun show”, but she has her bis and tris on display around her whenever possible anyway. Kara had no reason to flex when she’s opening a bottle of wine -or a box with a screw cap- but she does it anyway. She doesn’t need to pick up Lena’s car… you get the idea.)

Lena, for her part, is dressed in mercilessly short shorts that bare her thick thighs, and she’s put on a sweatshirt. A gray sweatshirt that has the National City university logo on it, a school she did not attend, and is two sizes too big for her. She’s put her hair up in a sloppy ponytail and has taken out her contacts in favor of a pair of rather chunky-framed glasses. She looks like a dork.

A stunning, cute, adorable, huggable, kissable dork.

Lena brings with her two blue plastic tumblers of wine, and hands one to Kara.

The couch is packed. Alex and Nia flank Kara, and their respective partners fill out the sofa. Really, someone should have saved Lena a seat in her own house. She has one in mind, though. She sits right on Kara’s lap as she hands her the wine.

It could be any number of things that cause it. She’s tired, she spiked a few of her drinks with alien rum, it’s been a long and frustrating day and she’s just not thinking right. She doesn’t have her filters in. Words just spill out.

“Good girl,” Kara says, as Lena settles in place.

The reaction is subtle, but to a Kryptonian, obvious. Lena’s heart does a little pitter-patter and she tenses just slightly, just barely, so subtly that only Kara would notice. Her pupils widen and her breath catches sharply.

Alex, seated such that she’s behind Lena, snaps her gaze to them quickly.

Kara does the only thing she reasonably can do. She presses her legs gently to either side to make sure there’s enough room and lets Lena settle in with her. The couch is one of those huge custom jobs that cost more than Kara’s apartment and every stick of furniture in it, so there’s room for Lena to comfortable position herself and lean back into Kara, sipping a bit of wine.

Everyone is else is dead silent, the only sound coming from Lena’s massive TV and theater quality sound system (so there is in fact a lot of sound)

Lena is there and she’s warm and soft, the crown of her head in perfect range for a little sniff. With not much effort Kara could press her lips to Lena’s hairline and give her a little kiss.

She’d done that once. It was after a save, when Kara was holding Lena in her arms after catching a collapsing crane on her back, shrugging off a hundred tons of twisted metal to save her Lena. It was not long after Lena came back to her and things were still weird and fragile and Lex wanted her dead and Kara was so, so scared, so wracked with pain just from knowing what Lena meant to her. The only way she could stop herself from kissing Lena, proper kissing, was by pressing her lips somewhere safe and friendly and kinda a we’re friends kiss and not a I want to marry you please never leave me again kiss.

Lena drinks the wine so fast she gulps, and she’s either thirsty or trying to calm her nerves. There’s a palpable air in the room right now, a heavy tension that’s made them all suddenly stiff and uncomfortable. They pass the rest of the movie in silence.

“Who’s up for a double feature?” Kara says, not wanting to leave but not wanting to test the terms under which she might stay.

“Not me,” Alex says. “We’ve got to get home and pay Ruby for watching Esme. Besides, if we let you picky we’ll end up watching some damn cartoon.”

Nia wnd Brainy similarly demur, citing reasons of their own.

“Okay. I’ll stay and help clean up.”

“You don’t have to,” Lena says, tentatively.

“I don’t want to be a poor guest.”

The rest of the Superfriends pile out of the penthouse and into the night with mildly alarming speed, and Kara is suddenly alone with Lena. The vast penthouse doesn’t feel empty. Instead it feels close in, almost crowded.

Lena slips off of Kara’s lap and plops beside her, yawning. She sets down her empty wine cup and stretches, delightfully arching her back as she throws her arms back up over her head, fingers laced. Kara doesn’t need x-ray vision to see she’s bare beneath the sweatshirt. Her own heart does a little flutter.

She looks so soft, so cozy and inviting, but her legs are such a distraction that Kara can’t help but look at them, her gaze sweeping from ankle to hip with the intensity of an explorer who’s just crested a mountain and set eyes on a promised new land. That’s when Kara realizes that Lena saw her looking and is meeting her gaze firmly.

“Like what you see?”

Kara swallows hard. She can hear the drum of Lena’s own heart, almost feel the same quickening of her pulse as well as the slight waver in her voice.

Kara licks her lips.

“Should we clean up, or…”

“Should we? Or should it wait until morning?”

If Lena had been dropping hint before, she was laying down the gauntlet now. She looked at Kara with lidded eyes and a flushed, wine-silly grin.

Kara swallowed hard. A part of her, a very loud part, still insisted she misinterpreted all of this and Lena was just being friendly. What if she was just being friendly, what if-

“What would you rather do?” said Kara.

Lena shrugged. “I’m tired of thinking, Kara. People ask me what to do all damned day. I’d rather relax and just let someone else take charge for a while.”

The way she said it, especially take charge, was so heavy and drippy and velvety that Kara could get lost in it.

Fuck it.

Kara twisted and, carefully, very carefully, lifted Lena into her lap. Lena made sure to not sit but straddle, her warm thighs bracketing Kara’s as she settled her weight in Kara’s lap and fell against her chest.

Very, very tenderly, with supreme care, Kara pressed her hand to the back of Lena’s head, slipping her fingers into Lena’s hair, and guided her in. She savored every second. The ghost of breath on her lips, the sight of Lena’s blown pupils before she closed her eyes, the feeling of Lena’s fingers digging into her shoulders as their lips met. Lena kissed her softly at first, then more and more greedily, exploding from a gently pressing of lips into something undeniably needy and hot. When Lena moaned into her mouth, Kara’s nerves lit up like a Christmas tree and she instincts grabbed Lena’s hips and and grinds herself up against her.

“Lena,” Kara whispered, “is that my sweatshirt?”

“Yes. It is.”

“Take it off,” said Kara, and then a moment later, “good girl.”

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[chuuyasheaven]

♥ “ Just melt into my touch. ” ♥

♥ ♥ SCENARIO. Tired and exhausted from the day you just had, Dazai offers to try and help you relax!

PAIRING. D. OSAMU / AFAB! READER. (TW: suggestive)

NOTES. Small drabble to celebrate the fact that I’m finally done with my finals :3

Today wasn’t it, at all. You didn’t know why, but all you needed was your boyfriend’s comfort. As soon as you stepped into your shared apartment, Dazai could already tell how you were feeling. All you had to do was to plop down onto your bed, and have him near you. Your body melted into his touch, but not really in the way he wanted it to.

“But I barely have any strength left to hold on, Dazai.”, you protested as you were sitting next to him, completely naked. “What if you can’t breathe?”, slight concern laced your tone as Dazai laid his back on the bed, not wanting to hear your excuses. “That doesn’t matter, I want you on it now.”, he wasn’t going to back down from this, he needed you to sit on his face. “I don’t give a damn if I can’t breathe, all I need you to do is to sit down and relax, ‘donna.”, you hesitated before asking again to clarify, because your exhaustion has left you weak, too tired to even hold your body over his face for even a mere five minutes. “Are. . are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you in any way—”, Dazai shot you a glare of hunger and lust to your way, his patience running thin. “You’re not gonna hurt me, sweetheart. I may not look like it, but I’m stronger than I look.”, his assuring words calmed you down a little and you slowly got on his face.

“Stop moving around so much,”, he said in a commanding tone, holding your thighs to stop them of shaking too much. “I told you you’re not gonna hurt me if you sit down completely.”, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and you were struggling to keep your body in place, and it was disturbing Dazai’s meal. “But—”, you couldn’t even finish you protest when you interrupted yourself with a yelp, Dazai locked his arms around your thighs to pull you down on his face. Since this was very sudden, you just let it happen. Now fully sitting on his face, he continued where he left off, his face more importantly his tongue was closer to your cunt. Meaning, he was reaching the deepest spots you didn’t even know you had. Due to your body being extremely exhausted and rather weak, your stamina was rather low, also meaning you were more sensitive than usual. You were arching your back while Dazai was eating you out like a starved man.

“Feels better already, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

cliffhanger because I’m still burnt out 😞 leave requests if you like so I could be more inspired to write or I’ll just work on old drafts >_<

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[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

You up? (baby daddy AU: College days prequels)

Baby Daddy Masterlist

Context: this is Post break up.

Word count: 400

Not proofread

—

12:35 pm.

Fourteen month old Gabri is sleeping peacefully in her crib, the room consumed in darkness with exception to the light glow from your laptop. Tired fingers idly typing out yet another senior paper, trying to not type too loudly since she is such a light sleeper. With your phone turned on silent mode, you didn’t even noticed you got a new message till you checked the time.

Miguel 🫤: You up?

Oh god. You bite your lip as you stare at the message. I shouldn’t respond, I’m just gonna end up in his car and either we end up making out and arguing. You thought as you placed your phone face down, shifting your attention back to your laptop…

For only about five seconds until you reached for your phone again and opened the message.

You: I’m doing homework.

You: why?

You didn’t even have a chance to put your phone back down before the screen lit up again.

Miguel🫤: Miss you.

You: Gabriella’s asleep.

Despite your front of resistance at the idea, you have to admit it was hard for you to say no. It was always hard to say that to him. The break up was bad, messy, the only reason you haven’t blocked his number and never show your face around him was because of your daughter.

But… You missed him.

You missed the sharing of a bed with your little bundle of joy tucked between you two. You missed baking cookies at three in the morning when you were supposed to be pulling an all nighter studying. Missed being invited to the same group hang out without the other being excluded, and the way Mj and Peter would coo and all but steal Gabriella away from you both the entire time. Missed the tender kiss, and the whispered sweet nothings, the ‘I love you’s…

Now, everything is different, just you and Gabriella in your old childhood room a few streets away from your old apartment where your ex boyfriend is.

So like always, like every other time he called… you came.

“Hey mom, dad…is it okay if you can watch Gabriella for a bit? I-I know it’s late but Mj and Peter got into a fight and-“

God you hated lying to them.

“Of course honey, go go. I’ll turn on the baby monitor.” Your dad assured you as he got up and out of bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead as he walked past you and back into your room.

You hated how trusting they were of you.

“Thanks, I’ll be back soon.”

You hated how you still craved Miguel so much despite it all.

—

“Hey…”

“Hey.”

You hated the nerves you always got appearing on your his doorstep.

“You gonna come in or just stare at me?” The way his head tilted when he teased you, how you saw the glimmer in his eyes when he looked at you still…

You made sure to lock the door behind you.

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[mybelovedwoo]

yunho as boyfriend, please 🩷🩷

The long-awaited yunho boyfriend headcanon is here!!!

jeong yunho as your boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

reader x bf!atz

wc. ~ 0.7k

an: i know this took soo long to write, but I actually had a really busy time since I last posted one of these TT but as summer is here now I'll hopefully have more time to write

you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

- the funny golden retriever boyfriend, who never fails to make your mood better and to make you smile (it's his personal goal in his life, to make you the happiest, and he really does)

-just as to everyone, he is your sunshine, your happy pill, the reason you smile every single day

-he is also the  "college boyfriend" kind of vibe, who is the love of your life and will be your husband in the future

-he always texts you no matter what, if his phone is in his hands, then he's most definitely chatting with you. also if he can't say anything else, he'll send you memes (it's one of his love languages)

-loves treating you with gifts, would most definitely bring you flowers on date nights, but don't forget about the bag of snacks and chocolates he always brings you on the first day of your period (he even tracks it on his phone, so he can be prepared)

-he's a gamer boy, so it's no surprise he loves it when you make interest and ask about his game, not even talking about when you ask him if you can play with him

-lots of inside jokes

-he is a big act of service guy. absolutely loves cooking for you or making you coffee before you wake up in the morning

-he never lets you pay for anything, even if you beg him. he thinks it's a gesture he is supposed to do as your boyfriend (at least that's what his father taught him)

 -gets embarrassed very easily when you compliment him, he gets all shy and giggly, sometimes you do it on purpose, just to see his flustered face because it's the cutest

-he communicates problems so well, that you barely ever fight

-carpool karaoke dates, blasting your favorite music and don't care what other people think of you

-this man has endless energy, so he's never tired of doing anything for you or being with you. when you call him, he's right there just for you

-holding hands 24/7, even if it's too hot outside and your hands get all sweaty, he just doesn't care

-he loooves it when you pamper him, with kisses, or caress his back

-he asks for your opinion on everything, if you don't like something then he doesn't like it either. your opinion is the most valuable thing for him

-goofy nicknames that don't even make sense but you can't help but love it

-somehow always knows what you're thinking about. when you feel uncomfortable in a situation, he's right there for the rescue, tho you didn't give him any specific sign, he just knows you too well. or when you come home from work, you haven't spoken yet, but he knows by just looking at you that you had a bad day and ready to cuddle you all night long

-idk he gives off shy kisses vibes with lots of giggles, but when it's really intimate he just holds your face in his big ass hands

nsfw +18!!!

-okaay hear me out, he is probably a switch, but mostly a bottom. he just loves it when you take control, it's his favorite thing

-he would prefer the good old cowgirl position, but anything, where you're on top is his "favorite", at least that's what he says

-but there are times when his dominant side comes out and ohh boy, you are so blessed to experience it

-when he's in that mood, he just rails you with no mercy. he has to let out all the tension and there's no better place than in the bedroom

-he does magic with his long fingers, takes you to heaven then brings you right back to earth

-he likes doing it in a chair with you on top, of course, he likes the closeness and loves holding you during it

- sex with him is anything but boring, yeah it's really sweet with a lot of emotions, but it's also really passionate and sensual. he would recommend new positions and toys all the time, he likes experiencing

-for places, I think he's a traditional in-bed kind of guy, he likes to stay comfortable 

-holds your hand and whispers sweet nothings into your ears, he talks you through it (with a really low and raspy voice)

-you have sex max three times a week, especially after a date night it's an essential

-his libido is quite high since he's a dancer, he can go multiple rounds in one night

-he likes to cuddle after, holds you in his arms. after a couple of minutes, you both just fall asleep right there and then

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[astroamorsworld]

Astrology Observations #26

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🍿Someone I know has a Scorpio ruled 7th house and through their past relationships have been victims of witchcraft because of it. Whether it was their partners paying people to do spells on them or someone their partners were previously involved with or someone their partners were close with, its been a somewhat common occurrence for this person unfortunately☹️

(And i don’t think having a neptune there helped either…😕)

🍿Those of you who have your Moon in the 8th house, do you like horror films? Like it’s something i’ve noticed with a few people i know and i personally dislike a lot of them👎

🍿As a girl with a Gemini Juno, funny guys are my absolute weakness😩😩 Gemini Sun men also. In fact just all men with Gemini placements. Does this apply to you guys with your Juno placement?

🍿Aquarius risings are so cool, love them😚

🍿Since the 12th house rules bed pleasures, how many of your 12th housers like really and i mean REALLY like your bed. Like in fact do you guys ever like leaving your house?

🍿If you have Uranus in the 4th house, if you’d like to, tell me what your family does that you think no other family does🤔

🍿Everytime I have my Moon in the 8th house in my lunar return chart, something always comes to an end. Do you guys notice the same thing with your lunar return charts or nah

🍿Not an observation but I have Pluto in the 8th house at 29 degrees for my solar return chart this year and I am a little frightened icl… have any of you guys had this placement in your sr charts? If so, what happened that year?

🍿Living on your Saturn MC line is soooo tough😩feeling like life is harder for you than most ppl is NOT it😭😭

🍿Leo Risings, do your relationships ever stem from a friends to lovers type situation or nah?

🍿Now i know i’ve mentioned this before in a previous post but I just wanna say again that having a Moon-Chiron conjunction in your sr chart absolutely sucks. A year where you can really be going through it😖😖😖

🍿I currently have Neptune in the 1st opposite mars AND mercury in the 7th house in my sr chart and i can tell you that the daydreaming about being in a relationship has gone into overdrive…😔

🍿I also have my 5th house ruler conjunct chiron in my sr chart and heartbreak has occurred… so if you have it in your sr chart you may wanna brace yourself😫

(I thought my sr chart was gonna be really good but I was unfortunately blind to every other placement in my chart but my major 7th house stellium… REMEMBER GUYS A 7TH HOUSE STELLIUM CAN INDICATE GAINING BEST FRIENDS AND DOES NOT GUARANTEE YOU A RELATIONSHIP😭😭

🍿A more straightforward observation but having Chiron in the 11th house of a SR chart can indicate losing some friends… like not necessarily in the typical way where you guys fall out, but it could be a scenario where they move away, or you guys can’t see each other as often for whatever reason.

🍿I feel like living on your Saturn MC line can also indicate getting into more problems with authority figures and more so them starting problems with you… they can turn into absolute f***ing b****rds out of nowhere… sorry i just have some trauma with members of authority😭😭

🍿I have my sun at 10 degrees and a 10th house stellium… I wonder if thats why i’ve always felt like i had an old soul… this is probably why my family always says to me that i’m a grandma😭😭

🍿7th house ruler in the 10th house of a sr chart can indicate meeting someone at work

🍿In a few months Jupiter will conjunct my natal Juno… I wonder what’ll happen then?🤔

🍿I feel like Gemini Mercury’s multitask a lot. Like A LOT. It’s almost tiring to watch them do it tbh😭

🍿I feel like having a Leo ruled 5th house can indicate attracting partners who worship you.

This was different from my other observations but I hope you guys still enjoyed it😭

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[mammonsrockstargf]

I've had a thought about the devildom. ☝🏼🤓

In my country, there’s this book, and I don’t know if it ever made it abroad, but it’s called “The Devil’s Apprentice.” It’s about this kid Filip who dies and then goes to hell, where he finds out that The Devil, Lucifer, is dying, and he wants Filip to become ruler of Hell after him. A bunch of stuff happens; there’s like six or seven books. Lilith is also a really big part of the series. I read them all when I was like 12.

Now, in this book, there are basically different types of devils/demons who all have different types of jobs.

The first type is the one who tempts humans. They’re all really hot because they’re supposed to be able to seduce humans into doing evil deeds, ya know. So if we’re putting this on Obey Me, I think the brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephistoles, etc. would all be this type, right? They can also shapeshift into whatever they think will be most irresistible for said human, so say the human they’re trying to corrupt is really into a certain physical trait, bam, they have that trait.

So now I’m officially imagining that the generic MC is just really into washboard abs, and that’s why all of the brothers are super ripped. It’s just because generic MC thinks it’s super hot and we’re seeing it through their eyes.

I don’t remember all that much about the other types in the book, but there’s this one type who are the "punishers." Their jobs are basically to torment the humans in hell, and because of that, they’re really scary-looking. They often have green skin and long snake-like tongues, they’re gigantic and use whips to punish people, but they’re all very reasonable fellas with families n shit, even though they’re so scary-looking. Tormenting humans is just their nine-to-five.

So imagine you’re in the Devildom and you’ve only been introduced to the hot demons, and then all of a sudden you see this gigantic fucking monster who definitely looks like he wants to eat you. You ask Mammon what the fuck that is, and he just waves at the guy and goes, “Oh, that’s just Larry.” And then you have to stop on the street for like 10 minutes so Mammon can catch up with him, until Larry reminds Mammon that he still owes him that Grimm he borrowed on gambling night 46 years ago, and all of a sudden Mammon is very busy, and, oh, look at the time, we gotta go.

The third type of demon I remember is this kind that lives in the shadows and feeds on people’s souls. They’re so evil that even other demons avoid them. Imagine one day you’re out with one of the boys, and you take a shortcut through an alley, and it suddenly gets really dark and cold (and this is the devildom so it gets REALLY dark and cold), and you’re just thinking, “What?” until whoever you’re with just grabs you and says, “We've gotta leave.”

It’s not until you’re several blocks away that he’ll tell you what just happened, and he basically just explains that if you’re ever somewhere and it gets really dark and cold all of a sudden, then you just run. Don’t let them eat your soul.

Like, thanks, I’m gonna have nightmares about that now.

Another thing I remember about the series is that in the second book, the whole plot is that there are these really old demons who are so old that they can barely do anything, and they just want to stop living honestly, but they’re immortal, so they can’t.

Do you think that those kinds of demons exist in the Devildom as well? We know that Barbatos is fucking old and he’s doing pretty well, but there are also demons like Dia’s dad who just want to be left alone. Surely there must be a bunch of demons who have been around for as long as Barbs and the Demon King, who are just tired of living? It has to get boring at some point, right?

Imagine in the Devildom there’s a nursing home for all of the old demons who just do not care anymore, and all they do is play cards and hang out. They’re so wrinkly, they look like corpses, but don’t go too close because they still have a liking for human meat, and they can be quite fast when they want to.

Obviously, it's not exactly the same, because in the book they're quite literally in Hell, and the Devildom is more of its own entity and isn't really tied to any religion, but it could be cool if we learned more about different types of demons.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me fanfic #obey me brothers #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me mammon #obey me dateables

[onmyyan]

So we kinda have an idea what growing up with the Delmonts was like via Sharing is Caring. But what about Ashley Hunt????? What’s it like being his neighbor from the start of childhood?????

On another note was Ashley a big boi from the start or like a cute tiny boi that got hit from puberty like an isekai protagonist getting hit by truck kun?????

Scenario now of reader teasing him like “I’ll think about dating you if you ever get taller and stronger than me ;)” as kids. And then dun dun dun!!!!!!

Or like reader just makes friends with Ashley so she doesn’t have to do any outside labor as kids cause he’s so big and capable already. Then be all snooty like “I’m only into pretty men not guys who like to play in dirt :P” And then dun dun dun!!!!!!

Growing up with Ashley

Once upon a time Ash was smaller than you, scrawny and thin, the wisp of a boy was always kind hearted, his Ma always said it was bigger than his body.

Being nextdoor neighbors to the Hunt's meant big dinners on their farm and a loving second family that took to you immediately.

Like a little too fast, maybe it's because Ash used to have such a time trying to befriend the kids in his area, or maybe they have a little yandere in them themselves, either way you're pseudo adopted

You and Ash are thick as thieves, playing with sticks by the creek or catching fireflies in your hands to watch them light up, you're inseparable.

Lots of almost sleepovers, see Ashley's mother Sandy, was sort of old fashioned in the way she couldn't in good conscience allow a boy and a girl to sleep in the same room, but she knew how much you meant to Ash, how much your time meant and she bent that rule slightly.

since you two lived right nextdoor Ash got away with staying until midnight most nights, he used to have to sneak over in the beginning but eventually your parents got tired of the small male climbing through your rickety window so they just let him over whenever he comes knocking with that ear splitting grin.

Birthdays in those beginning years are a lonely affair for Ashley, at least that's what you always assumed, after all it was just you in attendance, year after year, but he wouldn't have it any other way, in fact years later when he hits puberty and people start treating him different, wanting to be around him, he resents them and the attention, missing the days when you two were in your own world.

Speaking of puberty it smacks him like a brick to the face, he shoots up like a tree seemingly overnight and it's like his body catches up to itself over one long summer.

Needless to say the female attention he got now irritated him, especially when you began to tease him calling him a ladies man just because they wouldn't leave him alone.

It wasn't his fault his mama raised him to treat women with respect and chivalry, but they always took it the wrong way, to stop this he just starts telling people you're dating.

And this works, y'all are so incredibly close it's easy to assume you're a loving couple, especially with the way he constantly has his hat on your head, a silent way to tell everyone in town who you belong too.

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere oc x reader #ashley x reader #ashley hunt #ashley hunt x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for telling my sister I'm not a virgin?

so, this might sound a bit weird, and it's a silly situation... in either case, I'm a woman (adult, much older than my sister, who is 17), and I'm a bit bookish. a bit geeky. a bit of a loner, too, nowadays.

in either case, she just got her first boyfriend. when I visited my parents and her, she was talking about him, I was laughing and nodding along. later on when we were alone she said "there are things you wouldn't know about," wink wink nudge nudge basically. i asked her what she meant, and she said "oh you know... you haven't been -close- to a man, have you?" I asked her where that came from and said "well, you're pretty much always alone with your books, aren't you?"

first of all, we meet perhaps five times a year (living in different cities.) she doesn't know much about my life. second, I felt that it was extremely rude of her to go "oh you would never get laid." I have had quite a lot of sexual partners, actually, but it's in my past. I used to be a bit of a party girl. I said that I knew what she was talking about, and that I had "dated" a lot in my past, but since she just sees me as her nerdy sister, she wouldn't know about that.

well, she told mom that I was talking about such things, and mom said I was too old for that and should know better, my sister didn't need to know such things about me. I was just tired of being seen as this loser geek who never got laid because that's my persona in my family... like, I've been an adult for a long time, I have experience.

anyway, AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

[kedicatt]

Dogboy Laios as different dog breeds

I asked for alternative Laios breed suggestions, and here's what you suggested me! Thank you a lot!

If someone has more ideas, comment or reblog, and I might make part 2.

Anatolian Shepherd

@humaninventorysystem: I like an Anatolian Shepherd Laios! Maybe because it would remind me of my dog, but also because they are big, protective, and LSGs. They are ridiculously smart but look very friendly. Mine is a big old lovebug and is very smart and protective despite being seen as “goofy.”

Samoyed

@amazingspider-boy: I think Laios could be a Samoyed! They're medium sized, and super super fluffy (and I always think Laios' hair looks so fluffy lol) and they are sometimes described as having a "perpetual smile" which to me fits Laios because he's always so excited about monsters and stuff. Samoyeds also have a high energy level and they're very open/friendly to strangers which also very much fits Laios imo. Finally, they're very protective and affectionate with family! Samoyeds are also very clever and don't tire easily. They love to be social with both other dogs and people! (I just thought of which breed I thought would fit Laios and then looked up all this info on various dog sites lol)

Timber Shepherd

@lucky-fy: Just saw a “Timber Shepherd” (wolf-dog) while I was on duty in the intensive care unit and that dog was so Laios. I have pictures on my blog, aha

German Shepherd (White Shepherd)

@aces-and-anime: German shepherd? Honestly no reason other than vibes @megomelas: #white german shepherd! #because they’re relatively big dogs/loyal/white fur/etc

#dungeon meshi #dogboy laios #laios #laios touden #laios dungeon meshi #edit

[thecapricunt1616]

Daddy!Carmy holding shit down

I’m stupid and riddled with anxiety reposting SORRY

It was a sticky Chicago summer day. Like, your thighs stuck to the breakfast bench when you got up to help your daughter pour her own orange juice so the entire half gallon didn’t end up on the floor.

You had gone out to the store on your own, because wrangling a 6 and 3 year old and your husband into the car and dragging them through the grocery store for your weekly shopping wasn’t in the cards for today, your patience was already wearing thin.

It wasn’t anything anyone did, it’s just you were a bit…overstimulated. Your younger daughter was about to turn three, and was still breastfeeding and would be until she didn’t want to anymore. It was something you and Carmy had spoken about, his distant family in Italy had told his mom when Mikey was born, that it was best to breastfeed your baby until at least 3 years old, and past then to stop when they no longer ask.

Your first daughter had stopped asking when she was 4 and a half, right before preschool. At that time it had broken your heart. Because the last time she did it, you didn’t know would be her last. So the next day, when you got her up and asked if she wanted to feed and she shook her head- Carmy had to take at least 20 minutes of her nap time that morning to back you off the ledge of a panic attack that she was ‘growing up too fast’ your second daughter though, she was much needier.

You knew she was going to be more of a challenge when Carmy had started her on the same purées you had done for Harlow, your first - and anything that wasn’t sweet and creamy she spit out and cried, giving you the sign for all done alternating between the sign for mommy milk with her little hands and pitching an absolute fit until you gave her what she wanted.

She was near three now, which meant the feeding sessions were at least 30 minutes for her to feel full enough to go back to playing. Newborn tummy’s were the size of a grape, so back then most of the suckling was pacifying and not eating. But she was still getting a lot - scratch that ; most - of her nutrition from you, so you were exhausted all the time. Carmy did the best he could, making sure he cleaned the pump parts for you any time they were used, and also the many, many bottles she had per day.

You had asked sugar - she had told you it was normal. Funny enough, her first and second babies were the same. Her son had said no to the boob by 4, and her second was barely off breastfeeding and onto real food by the time she was 4. Carmy was frankly getting sick of this too. It had been literal years without playing with your nipples, your tits we’re essentially off limits. Because one cry from the monitor- you were fuckin leaking like a broken sink.

You felt nothing short of a milk factory, and were tired of it. So, you decided to take the day to yourself. First, you went and got your nails done, and a pedicure. As you were waiting with your feet in the deliciously hot water, you looked at the board of all the different services to see a mommy & me manicure, you told yourself you’d have to take the girls here for a day out with mommy before resting your head back on the plush, luxurious massage chair and sighing happily to yourself at the relief it was bringing to your back

You paid with the credit card Carmy had given you when you had barely started dating, the thing had been active for 16 years now, so it’s limit you didn’t even have to worry about even if you were buying a house. That was one of the things you loved about Carmy, immaculate credit. You got what you want, when you wanted it- no questions asked. This had started the second you got pregnant with your first.

You had asked why, and he explained it to you in a way that had your already horny 28 year old self pinning him down and riding him until your ass was bruised by his thighs.

‘Well, thas’ just how my family does shit. Y’my girl, you get what you want. Y’givin me my legacy, y’givin me something I couldn’t possibly ever make f’myself, you’re my priority, your needs, wants- you should want f’nothin, princess. I’m the father of this baby, neither of you will ever want, hear me?’

That was to this day some of the best sex you’d ever had. The idea that you were fully his, and he was fully yours, it awoken something in you you didn’t even know existed.

When you got to the spa for your scheduled massage, your phone buzzed against your thigh. You took it out, smiling when you read the message

Glad mommy listened to me, you deserve this babygirl. How was the pedicure?

Find my friends stayed on for both of you. It has been that way since you didn’t even know when - so of course he knew where you snuck off to.

Amazing, missin my big sexy daddy though. How are my crazy coconuts?

You had sent back, getting up when the sweet brunette woman had come to collect you for your appointment.

Said appointment was magical.

You left that damn spa feeling like a new woman. You didn’t know your hips could feel like this again after having little Bea.

After Harlow, you truly understood what moms meant when they said their hips ache - but after Bea?! When you were pregnant with her, Carmy had to take off of work a week early in your 41st week of pregnancy (since the both of you didn’t agree with induction), and carry you to and from the toilet every half hour since said hips ached so bad and you were on full bed rest, meaning if he didn’t carry you- you’d be using the bedpan they had given, and you would die before you had your husband dumping your pee for you.

You checked your phone to see the cheeky response

Mommy’s crazy coconuts are in bed for their nap, I’m thinkin about mommy’s sexy coconuts though 🥥- when will you be back?

You smiled to yourself, a heat brushing your cheeks at the idea of him fantasizing about you after putting the girls down and cleaning up the kitchen. You quickly type

Off to BJ’s, got my list but anything not on it we need? Should only be about an hour

Halfway through your shopping expedition, your hip felt another vibration. You pulled off to the side of the isle, reading his response.

I could use one of those 😉. I think that’s the only thing I need now that I think of it... Maybe Bea will want more strawberry puffs, but Nat said she needs to be done with them by her b-day - it’s gonna be hard because she’s addicted to those fuckin things. Remember when Harly girl gagged when we first tried em with her?

You giggle to yourself at the memory, shaking your head. Harlow, strangely had been a vegetable baby. The only sweet thing she could stand was your milk, other than that - she was a savory gal. She loved peas, you guessed you could call those sweet. But any other sugary fruit or food made her cry or vomit. The moment she was allowed spices - that was when she became daddy’s taste tester.

Carmy always joked that she was the most raw, honest taster he could get. But you told him that it was just because he could read his daughter better than anyone in the world, better than you sometimes. A tiny little scrunch of her year old nose, and it would have him cooing

“Right? Daddy needs to add s’more star anise, huh Princess? Thank you f’tellin me” - with the sweetest smooch to her head.

But Bea? Bea was his sweet tooth little girl. The only thing that impressed her was when he whipped out his pastry chef training, otherwise - if he put something savory on her lips she’d go so far as to spit up on one of his beloved white shirts at the ripe age of 2. When she shouldn’t be spitting up anymore, she had a flare for dramatics just like her daddy.

‘Harlow may as well have a blood sugar of 0. Already got a 6

Pack of puff-snack-crack, does daddy need more of his special coffee? Near Cafe Umbria’

You continue pushing the cart, pulling in the girls favorite snacks, and ingredients Carmy had been putting on the weekly list for years.

When you got home, you heard screaming from the backyard, as well as the kind of giggles and laughs from your daughters that made your heart flutter. You hauled the reusable bags you and Carmy had been collecting for years onto the counter, following the sounds of squeaky giggles

The view you were entranced in was nothing short of a rom-com reel. Your girls were squealing and giggling as they jumped and pounced on their netted trampoline, Carmy spraying them with the garden hose as they hopped around, chasing eachother in their bathing suits. You giggled to yourself, seeing the teal blue Huggies splasher diaper peaking beneath your youngers frilly toddler tankini.

“Who can jump higher, huh? Les’ see” he dropped the hose, resting his hands on his muscular hips “bet Eva could jump highest” he challenged. That was one thing he instilled in his girls - competitiveness.

“No! No me!!! Me - daddy I can jump highest!l harlow squawks, bouncing over “daddy! Daddy watch me!! Watch, l bet i could jump way better then Eva” she was hurling her knees with every jump, giggling and panting. Carm laid underneath the tramp, spraying up water at little Bea to which she giggled wildly, trying to grab it with her chubby fingers.

This was the life you could have not dreamed of, this was a life only a man as loving, and as dedicated as Carmen Anthony Berzatto could provide. You couldn’t be more over the moon he was the father of your beautiful girls, and you could hardly wait for him to give you more.

The water splayed back on to him, causing him to chuckle and full on cackle about the water that was raining back on his face after his girls either danced in it or spit it out. It was a beautiful sight that you stood there and observed in awe, giggling as your older daughter laid and opened her mouth, collecting a full mouth of hose water before leaning over the edge of the trampoline and spewing it all over her dad.

He laughed in a way you didn’t know he did anymore, dropping the hose and using the metal of the trampoline to haul himself up.

‘Y’dead-“ he said and she squealed, jumping onto the concrete and b-lining it for your legs on bare feet, her bathing suit soaking hose water into your bare Jean short clad legs

“Mommy! Save me! Daddy’s gonna get me!!!” She pleaded, looking up at you with those blue puppy eyes - before puffing her lower lip out in the way you did to make Carmy comply - she learned a little too quick- and it worked on you too.

“Oh princess” you picked her up and kissed all over her face like you’d been gone a million years. “My poor teddybear - whas’ wrong, y’daddy bein mean? Huh Little Bear?” You coo, picking up Bea as well and kissing her curly strawberry blonde head.

“Who’s a hungry little princess? Mm? Harly go tell daddy sissy needs T’eat, and there’s groceries hm?” You told her and she nodded, running to find her dad as you cradled your tiny princess.

“Y’ hungry, mm? And y’all wet- mommy needs to get you dried up ‘fore you eat, little angel” he mused, gently placing her on her changing table and putting her in a fresh, dry diaper before setting her on the floor to toddle around after carrying her to your bedroom where you were napping.

You settled on a comfy silk nursing gown Carmy had gotten you a while ago, setting up the newest episode of law and order before beckoning Bea over and coddling her into your chest as she ate, absentmindedly but graciously sipping at your savored once a week glass of white wine that was only 3% alcohol, the glass your doctor (and Beas Pediatrician) said was a-ok after you had taken Bea for her 18 month appointment, they had said as long as you weren’t feeding her after directly having something more then 5% alcohol, it was okay.

And your 3% wine every Friday has become your lifeline after becoming a breastfeeding machine.

Bea huffed her sweet breath after about 22 minutes into the silky flesh of your breast, essentially using your nipple as a pacifier after she’d fallen asleep, the sweetest hums leaving her throat.

“She ready?” Carmy asked with the silky sweetness that made you melt.

“Haven’t even taken her off- wanna try, daddy?” You mused. He came over, carefully thumbing over her thick brunette hair, wanting to boop her large and in charge undoubtedly berzatto nose- but he stopped himself.

“Look at that pretty princess mm? Latching so well” he stroked her cheek and at the motion, she continued suckling and gulping down your milk like she thought he may take it away from her since she knew your nipples were no longer simply her pacifiers, and got pissy when carm would pull her off and try his best to explain mommy’s boobs weren’t just for milkies, and that mommy needed her boobies to herself sometimes.

The girls didn’t take that so well.

“S’okay, relax, princess, y’momma isn’t goin’ anywhere - I know- mm she’s givin y’the good stuff, huh, mommy’s milk is so good, yea?” He mused, cradling Bea In his lap as he kissed her head, rocking her back and forth trying to get her to relax as you B-lined around the room trying to pack your suitcase.

It wasn’t that you wanted to go, if you could stay with your girls, if you could give Bea what she was needing right now from her mom- you would. You would never deny your girls the closeness they deserved, but your job was calling you out.

“Shhh- shhh princess- daddy will give you milkies, mm? Daddy can give it, mommy left plenty of milkies for you” you assured Bea as she sobbed into your chest, nearly choking on her cries.

“No- no- w-want mommy- wan’mommy” she sobbed, barely able to breathe through her pleads in a way that made your chest clench so hard you couldn’t not fix it.

“Ok - okay- shhhh. Shhhhh little love. Wan’mommys milkies, hmm? C’mere angel” you tug your baby with you to sit on your lap, cradling her and tugging off your top. She immediately found what she wanted, sighing sweetly and clutching at your other breast for support.

Carm wasn’t long behind, stroking your hair and kissing your forehead.

“Shoulda warned you, she’s been cryin’ bout missin’ you an’ bein’ hungry since this mornin”

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #the bear fx #the bear #the bear fic #the bear hulu #the bear fanfiction

[solarwynd]

I haven't listened to JK's new song yet but I did read his weverse post (because you know I still have that app in the eternal hope that Jimin will post someday) and I think I just realised why I found JK off-putting this past year (apart from the whole collaboration with human scum 🛴 and reaping the benefits of that)

I understand if you make like a huge mistake and want to address it or if you're just providing an explanation for why things are the way they are but I don't like this thing where you as a pro are continuously apologizing over things. You don't like your singing in the concert, you didn't feel your performance was as good as it should be, you remark on it on weverse posts and during your lives, you wanted to do a dance but you didn't get time. Maybe it's my personality - I don't like people who are constantly looking for sympathy over their failings when I can't see them doing anything different or working on getting better.

I think every performer has moments of fallibility and I'm not saying it's something they should never share with their audience but come on. This weird emotional manipulation JK does where he wants people to pat him on the head and say good job after he does a mediocre job all the time is getting old. And yeah emotional manipulation is a severe word but after his whole marketing schtik with the "accidental" tiktok account reveal, the "accidental" pap shot of him smoking and his weird y/n baitey lives, I really don't love it when he keeps trying the "woe is me" technique all the time. This fandom keeps babying him and he keeps baiting them into babying him as if he's not a 26 year old adult who's been in this industry for 10+ years.

By itself his post is fine truly but cumulatively with all his previous remarks, I just find myself bone tired of him.

I’ve made similar posts to this in the past so I know what you’re getting at and I agree. I’m not saying he’s some evil mastermind, but again JK knows how to work people.

[pumpkinbxtch]

ᬊ Serenade ᬊ

— LEO VALDEZ X FEM!READER

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☆ radiostar is playing... paloma querida by josé alfredo jiménez!

warnings; language, a pinch of angst with comfort at the end. a/n; I wanted to do this one so much, I finally got to finish it, I hope you like it. The translation of the song is below each verse, as well as the vocabulary at the end.

— You know what? Go to hell!

You slammed the bedroom's door behind you, trying to shut it with a bang, but Leo managed to catch it with his hand to follow you. Although in fact, it wasn't to try to solve the things.

He let out a loud huff when he saw you grabbing your keys and your things.

— Well, actually you’re the one leaving so, why don’t you just go there and give me the address later?

The regret was immediate, but he was just as angry and ignored it. For a second, he feared for everything as you turned back to him with flared nostrils and a frown, your eyes starting to tear up.

— If that's how things are. Good, then I won’t have to come back to this dump. — You threw the keys at his face and left with a door slam that echoed in the apartment.

Within two seconds, Leo was already running down the stairs, shouting your name, but it was too late when he saw your car turning the corner, almost leaving a trail of fire on the pavement. Feeling down, he ran his hands through his curly hair and sighed.

Who started the fight? It was hard to tell, but maybe Leo's response wasn’t the best. Actually, it had been the worst of all their fights, and he saw that reflected in the way you left. You two weren’t the type of couple to fight with sharp words, so this was almost like saying he’d rather see you dead.

— I’m- uh que pendejo¹ ! —he exclaimed, throwing himself onto the couch and complaining while rolling around. How would he apologize now? This time, flowers or a card saying "Sorry for being an idiot" wouldn’t cut it, and even if it did, he knew you deserved more.

Then he had an idea, triggered by a memory from his days in that old neighborhood when his mom was still alive. He could remember that place was lively, colorful, and sometimes noisy because people like his mom and him lived there, never letting a place so far from home feel as cold and foreign as it actually was. And there was something moms and grandmas children would do for on their birthdays, big block parties, or even when there were small couple fights: a serenade seemed like the ace up the sleeve to ease the pain and give a heartfelt apology. For Leo, that was fair.

Where would he get mariachis? But that was the least of his worries. He’d done more impossible things than finding a mexican musical group in the middle of the night.

— Hephaestus, help me — he muttered -almost like a prayer- as he put on his green military jacket and grabbed the keys you had thrown at him earlier. The raccoon keychain wearing a Camp Half-Blood shirt left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Before leaving, the candle illuminating the picture of his mom on the shelf next to the TV flickered intensely, catching his attention, and he took that as a response from his dad that was something like: " I Pass, I’ve had enough with my wife," and he honestly understood what he meant. One thing was a fight, another was being cheat repeatedly.

He turned off the lights and fearlessly wandered around to find his grand musical apology.

You were curled up in your bed with a frown and some tears in your eyes. You never thought any of your fights would reach this point, even if Leo's response had been in a joking manner, fighting with him was already too much for your heart. You wondered if this was the beginning of the end, if he was really angry, or if his response was an expression of how tired he was of you.

Were you done? 'cause you had thrown the keys at his face and had no way of getting back into that place.

Your anxiety flooded your body, and a slight tremor in your lip kept asking you to finally release the tears you had held back. Would you go to bed this sad and empty? Even the mattress seemed too big without him by your side.

You turned to switch off your bedside lamp when you heard a small object bounce against your window. You turned around and nervously played with the laces of your hoodie. Was it him? You looked at the clock and could see through your blurry eyes that it was around 2 AM. No way Leo could be here at this hour, maybe it had just been the wind

You turned to reach the switch when the sound repeated, and before you could get up, two more pebbles hit the glass. At the foot of your window, before opening the curtain, you heard a whistle and some trumpets starting to play.

— Amor!

You opened your eyes wide and clumsily pulled out the curtain. What you saw through the glass left you speechless. There were mariachis, about seven of them, and Leo was there with a bouquet of roses, waving his hand at you. When you opened the window, he smiled broadly, though there was a noticeable hint of shame.

— FORGIVE ME, MI AMOR — he shouted, cupping his hand to his mouth to amplify his voice, and you, speechless, kept watching the scene. Your boyfriend turned around and gave some instructions to one of the mariachis, who nodded and started a count of three. The music began, and not only did the singer's voice echo in the street, but so did Leo's.

— Yo no sé lo que valga mi vida. Pero yo, te la vengo a entregar.

( I don’t know what my life is worth, but I’m here to give it to you!)

You smiled. You couldn’t understand much from the distance, but the way he clutched his chest with each word made you tear up.

— yo siento quererte... con todas las fuerzas que el alma me da.

(I feel I love you with all the strength my soul can give...)

Leo impatiently gestured for them to continue while he looked for a way to climb up to your window. Though the vines weren’t entirely safe, he decided to risk it.

— Paloma querida! — he shouted off-key as he walked on the roof, short of breath, and beneath your window, he stood on tiptoe to hand you the roses. You leaned on your stomach to grab the flowers wrapped in red cellophane, and without taking your eyes off him, you smelled them.

He stepped back enough for you to see each other clearly. Again, he placed his hand over his heart and with a sincere smile mouthed, "I’m sorry."

What felt like seconds were actually minutes until the song change brought both of you back to reality. You leaned out to be a bit closer to him, and he jumped up to barely kiss your lips.

— No that, dummy! — you said giggling, nodding towards the group who continued playing with smiles, seeing that the serenade had achieved its goal. — The neighbors, Leo.

Leo raised his eyebrows and pointed to the front of your house, where people in nightgowns peeked from their windows, and some kids were dancing. An elderly couple watched the scene with tender eyes. Apparently, there were no complaints, so everything seemed cool.

He bowed without taking his eyes off you, and opening his hand in the air, let the keys jingle sweetly. You smiled, and he mimicked you.

— I love you.

— Te amo más.³

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¹ que pendejo: I'm an asshole!

² paloma querida: dear dove; It's the name of the song translated to eng, an expression too or a kind of petname

³ te amo más: I love you more

⁴ amor, amor mio, mi amor: love, love of mine, my love.

#heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo #percy jackson #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo x reader #leo valdez fic #leo valdez one shot #leo valdez imagines #leo valdez fanfic #leo valdez blurb #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians

[ultrabean]

Follow up

okay, so following up to the post I made earlier today-

Now that I've calmed down I think I can articulate what I'm trying to say better. The one thing I'm concerned about is what I did after my driving test.

I know my outburst was foolish. I should have controlled myself a lot better, and not kicked the trash bin.

Technically speaking, i don't think what I did was a criminal offense. I didn't hurt anyone and the trash can didn't break. All I did was indirectly piss off the driving officer, and well, I wasn't even mad at him. I was mad at myself. I even said so when he asked me. So, maybe i'm not going to face jail time.

But what is likely to happen is that the equivalent of the DMV in my country is going to give my parents a call. What they're going to do, I have no idea. I'll take the day as it comes.

Anyways, on to the rest of my life stuff.

My parents are tired. They are very tired of me. Today when I told them what happened, they started comparing my behavior to my cousins and my brother. The usual Asian stuff, "why can they get higher grades, but not you?". The funniest one was when they said one of my elder cousins (who is a girl) passed her driving test on the first try. "Shame on you" according to them.

It's funny. Because when I got back my results, my extended family and cousins were all congratulating me. Even my parents seemed happy, and they said it was respectable. I could branch out to more paths in the future. And yet today? They said it was actually quite mediocre. And that I'm still a disappointment. I even asked them on the day I got my results "Are you disappointed?" and they said no. Lmao.

They've put a lot of effort into ensuring that I have the best future possible. But, this is what I'm giving them in return. More emotional stress.

My mom thinks that, because I think my art is so great, that because I post online and a few strangers give me likes it makes me think that I'm some big shot artist. Yet she said that she knows artists out there who are leagues better than mine. My dad thinks the same.

The truth is, obviously, I don't think my art is the best in the world. Yes, there are people better than me. I just do this because I love doing it.

And with the love of it, comes the fear of losing it. I got into UTDR pretty late into the game. Around mid to late 2022. This was a time in my life when i was experiencing some emotional troubles as well, and man it gave me so much joy. So much so that I dreaded growing out of it or "not being able to enjoy it enough".

Well, lo and behold the inevitability of life. In reality, my drawing tablet was never really mine. It belonged to my dad, who just downloaded procreate for me to draw in my free time. I guess i fell in love with that too much.

Like i said before, today he wiped it clean. Everything. All my old art, unreleased concept art, WIP pages. All gone. And with the rest of my college life ahead of me, I don't think i could continue the comic as planned. Even if I somehow managed to re-download procreate.

I think this is all i can say for now? I thank you guys for the support and kind words, but I'll likely not be as active as I used to be. However, I won't be gone. When I can, I'll try to talk to some of you guys online, because I genuinely do enjoy it.

#i'm not going to tag utdr in here but i will tag the AU for those of you here to read it #redeemer's path

[countmothra]

More misc. Abbey operation thoughts because I’m insane.

• There is an Infirmary of sorts within the abbey that will deal with the populations more minor to moderate health problems. But for anything severe like broken bones and serious and chronic illnesses they go to the nearest hospital for licensed medical attention.

• The abbey also has a Nursery/Daycare area because there are obviously kids living in the abbey because some siblings of sin come into the church already with kids or choose to have kids.

•Speaking of which, and going off an old headcannon of mine. Children in the abbey are raised communally, sure they know who their parent(s) are but everyone pitches in regardless of if it’s their kid or not. Only exception is Emeritus kids, they are raised ONLY by their immediate family (parent/s, siblings, grandparents) to make sure they have as much exposure to their future role as possible.

• Some of the siblings plan activity nights. Be it making crafts, watching a movie or playing board games, it’s all meticulously planned with sign up sheets and a suggestion box.

•Every six months there is 100% a day where EVERYONE in the abbey is tasked with deep cleaning. Nobody is safe from cleaning day. Ghouls, siblings, papas, higher clergy member, everyone is put to work scrubbing every last stone in that abbey until it shines. The chapel of ritual stinks like dead human sacrifice and Sister Imperator is tired of it.

• Old lady knitting club. Just a bunch of the oldest sisters of sin knitting and talking shit. Imperator goes on Fridays to decompress and gossip.

•there are secret passages in the abbey that some of the teenage inhabitants of the abbey hide in to do the typical rebellious teenage things like smoke weed and drink the wine they stole off the altar.

•BIG! LIBRARY! Books, lots of ‘em! All over! Just a whole bunch of physical media meticulously stored in a library for anyone to use for any purpose. Books? Hell yeah! Vinyl records? Of course! Cassette tapes? You bet! CD’s? Whole section of them! Film reels? They may not be pristine but they got those too! VHS tapes, DVD’s, they have it all archived.

•jobs for each and every sibling and ghoul are posted on a bulletin board outside of imperators office, just in case anyone forgets.

•piggybacking off my last batch of headcannons, they definitely sell some of their excess produce when the Papas aren’t actively touring. Money is still coming in from albums and whatnot, sure, but it’s nice for the ministry to have that little extra cash.

•The papas teach some of the religion classes and it’s a gamble on who they teach because their class could be made up of adults just entering into the fold or literal toddlers who can’t even spell “cat” yet.

Which brings me to silly scenarios that have 100% happened because I said so.

• Primo had to teach toddlers once. They did not care about the simplified version of how Lucifer fell, all they cared about was the sick new monster truck in the toy chest. Primo did have to admit that this monster truck was pretty cool as it was one of the cars where you pull it back enough and it goes forward on its own. (You know what I’m talking about)

• The old ladies in the knitting club are old enough to remember when each of the Emeritus boys were born. So whenever a rumor spreads about one of those boys, they are the first ones to discuss it. “Did you hear that Nihils youngest boy got drunk and started doing the most bizarre things to the furniture?” “Terzo?” “No! The younger one! Copia I think his name is… oh I remember when he was just a tot…” these devolve into wandering down memory lane.

• When Imperator goes, it’s mostly to gossip and drink wine. She’ll maybe knit a scarf…maybe…

• Terzo taught a class of teens once, and never again. Two teen girls pointed out how damaged his skin was and that he did a shit job covering his grays with box dye. He never wants to do that again.

• During those big cleaning days twice a year, it’s never the chapel that’s the filthiest, it’s the ghouls quarters. It’s always the ghouls quarters.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #cardinal copia #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus i #papa nihil #sister imperator #i’m thinking thoughts #also the weed teenagers steal is 100% from primos garden #he notices it’s missing #and he knows where it’s going #but he did the same thing when he was a teen so he can’t judge

[the-darkestminds]

why do you insist that the men of acotar are all gay lol

HAHA bc im being silly but I shall indulge you anon.

okay there's no explicit writing on the page that states these characters are Gay but there are a few curious things sjm included that give me pause (don't take this post too seriously lmao):

-we learn that the bat boys used to have sex with females at the same time, in the same room as each other. so they have all seen each other naked and erect. do with that what you will.

-they hang out in the steam shower together naked. apparently this is a thing straight men do in real life too because of sports or something. idk. but if you're naked with another man, surely the thought has crossed your mind at least once? perchance? ill let you ponder that. at the very least they are looking at each other's junk trying to decide whose is the biggest. (I am a woman so idk i'm just making this up as I go).

-cassian woke up one solstice completely naked with nothing but a wig on. he had been partying with rhys and azriel. there were no females around. this gives me pause. sir, why are you naked?

-they are OLD AS FUKKKK yo come on they must get bored. nothing can phase you after 500+ years on earth. imagine how desensitized they must get. like surely they would do it just to see what all the fuss is about.

-cassian was jealous when azriel's full attention was no longer on him. interesting.......

-azriel whispering in eris's ear. PLSSS ik he said something dirty. anon is it not so much more fun to think he was like "next time choke on my cock" instead of "I am going to skin you alive"? come on. BORING. no more tired death threats!! I need more depth to this feud. get over yourself boo. Ik you liked eris underneath you. who wouldn't

-we learn that rhys apparently taught tamlin how to bed females. how? LOL I know rhys was like "here tamlin let me show you what females like in bed" and took off all of his clothes.

#I rest my case #the one exception to this in my mind is lucien. im so sorry but I ship him too hard with elain. #cassian #eris vanserra #azriel #rhysand #tamlin #also I am sure there are more examples but these ones stood out to me #I make myself laugh way too easily #azris #tamsand #rhyssian #cazriel #? #idk these ship names lol

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

still the one

Buck’s just arranged himself on the couch when Eddie comes out of the bathroom. He looks soft and tired and a little raw, his hair damp. It hurts to look at him so Buck doesn’t. 

He knows he’s not good at keeping any of this inside. Though, he did try throughout the evening, because that seemed best for Christopher. Too bad that kid is smarter and more emotionally evolved than both of them and bailed for his room right after dinner. Their son had stacked the dishes in the sink before informing them that their “vibe was off” and that he’d be in his room doing homework until it was time to play Apex with his friends. 

Thirteen is proving to be a fun age. 

Eddie had tried again, then. “I never said you did something wrong—"

Buck had cut him off, because bullshit, and Eddie needs to stop repeating that. “It doesn’t matter that you said the words ‘you didn’t do anything wrong’ because you went on to describe exactly how you think I was wrong!” 

And they were down the rabbit hole again. 

But now it’s late. The dishes are done and the kitchen is clean and bags are packed for school and work tomorrow. They’ve gone through all the motions of getting ready for bed, both checking in on Christopher even though he insists he’s too old to be tucked in these days. And there’s nothing else to busy themselves with.

Buck’s stomach roils with feeling out of place and uncomfortable somewhere that’s always felt like home. They’re married now. Buck gave up the loft months ago. There’s nowhere to run. And Buck has nothing to say that isn’t ugly and twisted up and bleeding.  

Eddie seems to have fewer qualms. “Do you need space?” 

That… Buck wasn’t expecting. “What?” 

Eddie sighs, takes a step closer. “From me. Do you need space from me tonight?”

Honestly, Buck doesn’t know what he needs. He just knows that he’s needy and clingy as a general rule and they’re already fighting and it feels sour and unwieldy in his chest to still want to be wrapped in Eddie’s arms despite all the unresolved things they said. He just knows he doesn’t want to make things worse. “I thought, uh… I assumed you might.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “Come to bed?” 

“Do you— are we—?” Buck’s not sure how to ask, but he’s definitely sure he can’t keep talking about this tonight. 

Not without saying those strangled and hurt things that he doesn’t completely mean. Probably won’t mean at all come morning. Buck knows people say you and your partner shouldn’t go to bed angry. But continuing this uphill battle when he already feels exhausted and cornered and defensive like a scared animal sounds like hell. 

Eddie answers the question even though Buck couldn’t ask. “Nah, I think we should table it. Talk tomorrow when we’ve had some time. Just…” he looks at the floor. “Could we maybe just be mad next to each other?” 

The knot of tension in Buck’s stomach lessens just a little at the thought that Eddie still wants him. Even though they’re arguing. Even though it feels like they’re talking in circles and getting nowhere. There’s something in knowing that they have more work to do, but that they don’t have to do it all tonight. That there’s time and that maybe tomorrow it’ll feel better. Less raw. Easier to communicate. 

“Yeah, okay.” Buck says finally, taking his pillow with him as he follows Eddie to his—their— bedroom. 

Buck rounds to his side of the bed, tosses the covers back. Eddie always sleeps closest to the door. At first, Buck had thought maybe it was an anxiety thing. Needing to have an exit. Had even made jokes about it whenever they slept away from home and Eddie still picked the side closer to the door. “Just in case you need to make an escape?” 

Eddie would chuckle, but say nothing, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. 

Buck marked it down as just a little quirk of Eddie’s, thought little of it. Until they visited El Paso together for the first time last summer, and Ramon made a passing comment about how he always puts himself between Helena and the door, no matter where they’re sleeping. “Anything that comes through that door would have to go through me, first.” He’d said, half joking, kissing Helena’s cheek. 

It had made Buck’s heart swell in his chest, and he’d caught Eddie’s eye just in time to see him blush again, offer a slightly sheepish grin. 

Now, it makes Buck melt a little every time they get in bed.

He’s not a small man. In fact, he’s got a few inches on Eddie and definitely more bulk. But the fact that Eddie thinks about it like that. Like Buck is something precious to be protected? Buck can’t fault him for it. It’s romantic if a little traditional. It makes Buck feel secure.

Even tonight, the steady repetition of getting into bed on their respective sides settles something in Buck. He’s still upset. He still wishes Eddie would see it his way. He still needs to find a way to explain this to Eddie in a way that he’ll understand so they can figure out how to deal with it. But they get to take a break. They get to try again tomorrow. 

They don’t get as close as they normally do, mindful of each other’s space tonight. Eddie’s facing away from him, arms pulled in when they’d usually start out sprawled over each other. But after Eddie turns off the lamp, after he settles into the mattress and pulls the covers over his shoulder, he reaches out with one foot, hooks an ankle over Buck’s calf. “I love you.” 

That knot untangles just a little bit more. “Love you, too.” Buck replies, shifts the leg Eddie’s snagged a little closer to the middle of the bed. “See you in the morning.” 

It’s a promise. An offered touch of legs under the blankets of his own. It’s not everything. But it’s enough.

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#buddie #fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #mentions of the Diaz parents #established relationship #married!buddie