#but i cant fit that in this ask im afraid

[paper-mario-wiki]

you do such a good job passing! any tips?

thank you, i appreciate that! i dont have a ton of tips since ive only been at it for a little over half a year, and im kinda flying by the seat of my pants cuz i dont have a lot of people i talk to day-to-day about presentation. pretty much everything ive figured out by myself and with youtube tutorials. regardless, heres a few i can think of:

don't be afraid to go to a makeup store and ask for advice. i brought a picture of myself i put through faceapp to give me makeup, and i showed it to the ladies at sephora, who were able to get me exactly what i was looking for. theres a world of difference between a face full of makeup, and a face full of makeup that's slightly the wrong shade, and it's good to get the opinions of experts.

try to look at the other women in your family and see how they style themselves, or do their makeup, or even how they speak or carry themselves. finding a look that works isn't somethin that you can fall into super easily, you have to go searching for it. try to model yours after the people who literally share your genes and therefore your features. (note, the opposite is equally usable for transmascs, look at your brothers, fathers, and uncles)

spend time in the mirror seeing what looks right. comb your hair in different directions, part it in a different place, put a clip in, dye it a different color, etc. put on makeup and then take it all off, then put on way too much and only take half of it off. learn the muscle memory of holding a liquid eyeliner pen in your non dominant hand and tracing it across the eyelid on the opposite side of your face without twitching your eye. nobody will see you, you're in your own bathroom. with the resources you have, treat the Bathroom Fit Check like you're customizing a character in a videogame.

look for your angles! i wish i could look good at every angle, but i don't, and vanishingly few people actually do. i spent a lot of time looking at myself in my front-facing phone camera from different directions and thinking "fuck im never going to pass, i really dont look great. is this even worth it?" and no matter how much doubt i had, in the long run the answer ended up being yes, it is worth it. that's kinda how hard things are: they suck until they don't anymore.

this one is really simple and may not apply to you, but fix your posture. seriously. when i started standing up straight for a few weeks i noticed an change in how i looked and carried myself (and my back doesnt hurt as much now)

come to terms with the fact that a lot of women look like men, and a lot of men look like women. the idea that all men look one way and all women look the other is an propagandstic invention of the state that should not be taken seriously. (note: this tip works only inwardly as a facet of self actualization. no matter what, you will always run into people who buy into the propaganda. to the best of your ability, pay them no mind.)

im sorry i cant give you anything more, but thats kind of a big question to answer, so i hope this helps!

#anon

[soullumii]

if my heart’s gonna break | joel miller x f!reader

part 1 (read part 1 before reading this!)

summary: a couple nights later, you head back to joel’s

warnings: 18+!!!! smut again. unprotected piv. fem!afab!reader. angst again don’t worry i’ll make a happy ending okay

word count: 4k

joel mod in gif is by speclizer (so fucking hot oh my GODDDD)

a/n: finally finished part 2 omg i’m sorry for the wait yall… i’m a perfectionist it’s lowkey debilitating. anyways… i hope u guys enjoy <3 tysm for the support on part 1 and tbh on all my other fics too… i can’t believe ppl like my writing that much. i am very grateful! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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im scared but if my heart's gonna break before the night will end

i said we're in danger

sleeping with a friend

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You cant stop thinking about the kiss. 

The kiss that honestly shouldn’t mean so much to you. You’ve kissed him, like, so many times. So many times his tongue has been in your mouth, been in your damn vagina. So why the fuck… why the fuck are you so worked up over this right now?

It’s just…it was so heavy. It felt like…like more than just a kiss. Like he was laying his life down for you, much like he does in patrols. 

He… Joel… he usually never kisses right after sex. He recognizes in the post-coitus energy that things are different. They mean more. He has to know that. So… why now? Does he…?

No. You’re just in your head again. Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard. You’ve never had a friends with benefits situation before now. Maybe this… maybe this is regular.

But for your own psyche, you think you might have to set some ground rules. 

There was always that main rule, that wretched, critical rule. The one you said to him on the first day of your strange exchange.

“Don’t go falling in love with me, cowboy.”

Well, to hell with that one, right? Pretty sure you’ve beaten that shit to death. Shattered all possible remains of it.

So more rules. More rules will have to do. Starting with:

No kissing.

Should be easy enough. 

You’ll figure out the rest later. You have got to stop thinking about it, though, because you’re on the way to his house right now. 

You knock swiftly on the door, and you swear you feel your heart drop into your pussy the moment he opens the door to reveal himself. A plain, black t-shirt is stretched across his broad chest, haphazardly tucked into a pair of plaid pajama pants that hang loosely around his hips. His graying hair is ruffled beyond belief, curling around his ears and falling over his forehead. In your fits of passion and desire a couple nights ago, you hardly realized it had grown longer. It looks nice.

This sleepy and soft Joel is not one you’ve seen in a while. Well, it’s not like you’ve seen him much lately anyway, with him having been gone and all. Still, it’s disorienting. 

“Howdy,” he says.

“Um. Hi.” You try not to gawk. “Did…did I come at a bad time, or something?”

“No, not at all. I just got back from patrols… took a shower,” he says, leaning a shoulder against the door jamb, strong arms crossing over his chest. There’s a tiny, barely perceptible smirk on his lips. “Need somethin’?”

You see it now, the water clinging to his hair, darkening it, beading at his temples like sweat. You follow a line of water trickling down his throat until it disappears behind his collar.

Rule 2: Don’t come over after he’s showered.

“I…uh, I can come back later if you want—“

You’re nervous to ask him what you want to ask him, which is honestly ridiculous considering you guys have been doing this for months now. You used to be able to just knock on his door and he’d pull you in, and it was that easy. Or you’d give him a look when in public, and he knew exactly what you needed.

Now, you’re painfully awkward. Curse him and curse your feelings.

He straightens a bit, his brows furrowing in slight concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

Heat spreads down your neck, embarrassment. Shame. It’s strange, how just a couple nights ago you let him finger you in public, and now you’re afraid to ask him for sex again in his house and for your panties back.

You should honestly just say something like:

I’m here for my underwear.

And you’re positive he’d say:

Want it back? You gotta earn it, sweetheart.

And your knees would buckle and you’d sink down to the carpeted floor in front of his couch and suck him off until he was coming down your throat, stroking back your hair and thumbing his cum on your plush bottom lip.

But instead you’re scowling at him and blurting: “I need a drink.”

How dare he leave you high and dry for three weeks, come back and fuck the shit out of you, make you realize you’re in love with him, and look this good?

God damnit, you need to get your shit together. 

Joel’s eyes widen, surprised only slightly by your outburst, before he backs up to allow you inside his home. When he shuts the door behind you, his hand settles warmly on your lower back as he steers you toward the kitchen.

He immediately beelines for the liquor cabinet and grabs a bottle of red for you. A warm, tingly feeling stirs in your stomach at the fact that he knew you’d want wine. The frustration you’ve been feeling fizzles out. 

“You know me so well.”

He gives you a light smirk, uncorking the bottle. The liquor gurgles as he pours it into a glass. “Think you’d kill me if I didn’t know after all this time.”

You laugh, “Sure, but the real test of friendship is if you knew how I’d kill you.”

“A swift kick to the nuts and then one of my guitars to my head.”

Your eyes widen on a guffaw. “You think I’d damage one of your guitars?”

“You care more about my guitars than my genitals?” 

“Yes. Why would I ever smash one of your guitars?”

He rolls his eyes. “Kill two birds with one stone—my soul and my body. It’s effective. If you needed to kill me, I’d hope it was like that. Now how would I kill you?” 

You hum in consideration. “Trick question. You wouldn’t—no, you couldn’t.”

“You know me so well.” 

His words mirrored back at you so gently, with his brown eyes trained on you intently has the warmth in your belly spreading, making you drop your gaze.

His smirk grows and he hands you the wine glass and reaches for some homemade brandy. You watch the muscles in his arm flex as he pours, sipping daintily while your mind replays thoughts of filth. Of you dragging that arm between your legs, grinding down on it until—

“So, you really only here for a drink?” He asks with a playful lilt, taking a sip of his own beverage and effectively jolting you out of your daydreaming.

You lean against the island, wondering if you should tell him the truth. From the way he’s looking at you, hungrily and heated, like a lion ready to pounce, you’re tempted to.

But…you’re afraid. You can’t stop thinking about The Rule. The one you broke and the ones you just made. You wonder if whatever might happen between you two tonight will unravel them before you can even put them into place.

You look up at him through your lashes, lips pursed around the rim of the glass. “Maybe, maybe not.”

His eyes darken, tongue darting out to lick his lips of sweet fermented wine. His gaze travels up and down your figure, comfortable and breathable in a t-shirt and shorts. Nothing fancy and cute like your sundress from the other night, because today you had to work. But Joel has never minded what you’ve worn, swearing you always look sexy in anything.

Which is something that also makes you question this friends with benefits situation you have here.

He sets his glass down and eases in closer, curling an arm around your waist to pull you into him. “How high’s the chance then?”

“…What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s the probability that you really did only come here for a drink?” he drawls, eyes following your lips as your tongue dips out to wet them. “Or was there another reason?”

The cold tip of his nose brushes along your throat, lips ghosting over your skin. You tremble in his hold. “Odds are in favor of the first option,” you breathe, “ran out of alcohol at my place.”

“And you couldn’t just stop by the Bison? Had to steal from my stores?”

“You know you have the good stuff.”

“You’re lyin’ but I’ll pretend like you ain’t.”

That makes you laugh, and more tumble out of you when one of his hands traces lazily over your stomach, fingers light and delicate and teasing.

“So why d’ya need a drink?”

Because you’re driving me crazy. Because I’m driving myself crazy. Because the universe wants to fuck me over.

You smile and your free hand skates up his muscled back, your fingers brushing along the stretchy fabric of his tee, your voice soft. “Just needed to destress a little. Work has been intense.”

He grins back, presses it into the spanse between your throat and your shoulder, before he lightly scrapes his teeth over it and lays a gentle bite that has you keening into him, pressing your body against his.

“Well, I could help you destress another way too,” he murmurs, palm squeezing the pudgy flesh of your waist, fingers digging lightly into your muscle.

“Mm… yeah?” you hum, your voice a low purr, back arching. Your breasts press into his chest, and Joel makes a sound deep in his throat in agreement.

He presses you into the island, caging you in with his hands on either side of you. He towers over you, a sweatpant clad leg sliding between yours. 

He leans down to kiss you, and a flashing light blares in your mind — NO KISSING — loud and bright and distracting. You turn your head at the last second, his lips landing on your cheek. But Joel doesn’t pull back, doesn’t question you. He just kisses down your cheek, along your jaw, mouthing at you. Sucking your skin to leave little marks that will either fade or be covered by concealer. 

It used to upset you when he left marks because they’re a pain to cover up. Then, you started to like it. You didn’t mind covering up the marks because when you took the makeup off and saw them at the end of the day, all you could think about was him. About the how he made you come. About the words he muttered in your ear. About the feeling of his hands on you—in you. 

Now, you’re starting to grow upset again, but this time it’s because you want to wear them proudly. Want people to know he gets to claim you like this. But… you can’t. But you also don’t want him to stop.

You allow him to continue marking you up, his hand coming up to rest behind your skull, holding you in place. You press your body into his eagerly and with desperate, soft noises that he returns with placating moans.

And then he shifts, and his thigh ruts against your clothed core, and you moan lightly, airily, grinding your hips down against him, searching for any friction. 

His hands curl around the hem of your white tee, and he peels it off your body. One skates behind your back to easily undo the clasp of your bra, and then your breasts are heavy and on display for him. 

Joel stares down at you with heavy eyes. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”

Longing claws at your chest, and you look up at him coyly, your lip caught between your teeth. Joel groans like he’s in pain, and squeezes along the underside of one of your breasts before leaning down to close his mouth over the nipple while his other hand gives attention to the other, squeezing and pinching. Your hands find purchase in his damp hair as low moans tumble from your lips. 

When he’s deemed one nipple adequately appreciated, he moves onto the next. Licking, revering, his dark eyes peering up at you while his peppered hair is fisted in your hands. The sight has slick arousal pooling in your underwear.

Eventually he pulls back and his hands clamp down on your hips. He guides you along the muscle of his thigh, your clit pulsing at the contact. 

“Want you to come on my thigh, baby.” His voice is a ragged slur of words against your ear, warm and paired with a kiss to your cartilage. 

“Fuck…yes, Joel,” you whimper, sparks flying through your nerves with each roll of your hips.

His fingers grip your chin, tilting your head so you have no choice but to keep eye contact with him as you rut against his thigh. He’s grinning, eyes heavy lidded and deep, dark like wet tar. They suck you in as if they were quicksand.

You’d let him drag you under a million times over. 

Your best friend.

“Joel,” you moan, feeling yourself grow close. Standing at the cliff's edge. His eyes bore into yours, his grin slipping as he focuses on you. Focuses on making you shatter atop him.

“Come on, baby. You can do it. You can come,” he says encouragingly,  fingers stroking the skin of your hip. You feel tears prick your eyes as the waves crash, spreading from your throbbing clit along your muscles. Filling you with warmth, stronger and deeper than the buzz from the wine.

“Good job,” he praises gently. “Did so good.”

“Shut up,” you huff.

He laughs, and despite yourself, heat floods your body, throbs between your thighs. His words caress a deep, carnal animal inside of you, and the hunger takes over.

You frantically pull at his shirt until he has to tell you to slow down, and takes it off himself. Your hands run along his chest and stomach the moment they’re able to and down to the waistband of his sweats. You palm his hardening cock through the soft, gray fabric. Joel groans deep and heavy, his lashes fluttering as he stares you down. His hips thrust into your palm automatically. Involuntarily. 

God, that makes you light up like a firefly. Makes your nerves sing and your cunt flutter and your mind go numb.

He tugs down your shorts and underwear and sets you on top of the granite, but before he can strip the underwear from your ankle to no doubt pocket this pair like he did the other, you flick it off your foot across the kitchen. It lands somewhere near the door to the dining room.

He can’t steal all your underwear, or you’ll have none left.

“I wanted those,” he drawls, expression on the edge of a pout.

“Yeah, well I need them. It’s not common to come across a good pair of panties in this world.” 

“But I’d give ‘em back.” He’s full on pouting now. It is, unfortunately, very cute, but you’re used to it.

“Sure… like the pair you took from me the other night that I have yet to receive.” 

“How else am I supposed to get you to come over?” 

“I dunno? Maybe ask?”

“Should I leave a note on your door? Is that good enough for you?”

“At least be classy. A letter delivered in my mailbox with a wax stamp, please.” 

He laughs. “As you wish, Princess.”

He finally peels off his sweatpants, free of underwear beneath them, and you watch with barely concealed hunger as his cock springs free. 

And while you like the idea of him fucking you on the counter, you’d much rather him fuck you against the counter, so you hop down and turn so your back faces him. Your hands curl around the granite lip of the counter top, and you push your ass out and back, peering at him over your shoulder.

This way, it’s easier for him not to kiss you. Easier for you to turn your head and deny your lips to him. 

“Look at you…” Joel hums appreciatively at your show, at the wiggle of your hips as his palm smooths down your back and over your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh. 

You moan quietly, and Joel’s eyes darken, watching you intently like you’re the only thing in the room. 

His fingers drift down to your cunt and your slickness coats his fingers fully. You’re so wet for him. So ready for him to bury himself inside you and call you his.

It’s funny, you’ve lost all your heat from a few nights ago. All your sharp edged words. Now, you’re soft and pliant.

He swirls his soaked index and middle fingers along your clit, punctuating your sensitivity, before sliding them back inside you to the knuckle. You keen and push back, desperate for more. His fingers are so much longer than yours, thicker, and yet you crave more.

“That’s it, Joel,” you huff. “Fuck, feels so good. Need more.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you need, baby girl.”

Shame lights your cheeks, but you push down the embarrassment. “Need…need your cock inside me.”

He lays a kiss on your neck. “Still a bit desperate aren’t we?”

“You’re the desperate one, Mr. Panty Stealer. You’re a fucking creep.”

He chuckles against your neck, but he squeezes your ass in retaliation. “Be nice, would you?”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

“Wanna see how much I like it?”

“If you’re willing to show me and get on with this, sure.”

He huffs in amused frustration. “God, you’re annoyin’.”

You just smile innocently at him.

Your legs tremble, slick running down your thighs when Joel pulls his fingers out. He replaces them with the hardness of his cock, of which he runs along your wetness, readying himself.

“I think ‘bout you way too much,” he says into your back, pressing a gentle kiss there. “D’ya think ‘bout me too?”

It’s an odd question. One you’re not expecting. One that has your heart stuttering in quiet confusion from this sudden switch in tone.

“Of course I do.” Obviously. You told him as much. Three weeks. Three weeks you thought about him.

“Good… wanna be the only thing on your mind.”

A high pitched keen hisses through your teeth as Joel eases himself inside you with a long, slow stroke and a low moan. Your fingers white knuckle the countertop, gripping it tightly.

He presses in close, burying himself all the way in before he withdraws slowly, his cock sliding inside you torturously. 

“Joel,” you moan.

“I know, baby.” He presses kisses to your shoulders. 

Joel’s hand gravitates to the back of your knee, and he slowly pushes up to lift your leg until your knee is resting on the counter. 

And then… with this new angle…he starts fucking you in earnest.

His hips snap against your ass, the sound deafening in the kitchen, and you crumple against the granite with a moan.

“Shit,” Joel grunts. “Yeah.”

Each of his heavy thrusts punches the air from your lungs, and your fingers slip on the countertop, scrabbling for purchase every chance you can get. He’s hot, thick inside you, warm as he folds over you, his hand on your tummy holding you upright, the other keeping your leg up to continue hitting you at that pleasant, delicious angle.

“H-holy shit—oh—“

He breathes heavily at your neck, low grunts and moans escaping his lips from his efforts. “Could spend eternity inside you, darlin’. Fuck, you’re mine.”

Your heart stutters, the words uttered in a lust filled craze, likely meaning nothing. But to your traitorous brain, to the hope lingering in your chest like a persistent cough, they mean everything. 

“All…” you’re losing your train of thought, fucked into blissful nothingness. “All yours, Joel.” 

It’s too difficult for him to kiss you from this angle, which you’re relieved about. But a part of you longs for it, longs for the feel of his mouth moving against yours. 

Joel’s strong arm wraps around your chest, and pulls you up so you’re flush against his back as he pounds up and into you. Keens and whimpers and breathless pants escape you with every thrust.

“Please, Joel,” you cry, tears pricking at the edges of your swirling vision.

“What, baby?” He huffs. “Need’a come?”

You nod crazily. “Yes—need to—“

“Shhh okay… I’ve got you,” he murmurs gently, the hand wrapped around your tummy inching down to circle at your clit steadily.

Your legs buckle beneath you but Joel keeps you upright as the pleasure soars through you, sudden and strong. He strokes you through it, groaning praises into your ear before he comes inside you a moment later. 

The two of you hiss in tandem when he pulls out, but he smothers it when he lays his mouth over yours. You’re hardly coherent enough to remember your rule, and for a moment you let him kiss you. You kiss him back, chasing the heat of his mouth with your own, moaning against his lips when his tongue dips into your mouth. 

Then, you remember.

You pull back panting, cheeks a flame, “Joel.”

“Hm?” He murmurs, dragging his lips down your jaw before moving back up to pull you into another kiss. You move away before he can. His brows furrow in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t… I don’t think we should kiss anymore.”

He blinks. “What? Why?”

Your eyes flit across the kitchen, catching on labeled jars and wooden spoons and spices, anything but his own. “It’s too intimate.” 

It’s a lame excuse. Joel sees through it immediately.

“And my cock inside you ain’t?”

You sigh heavily, avoiding eye contact. “It’s different.”

“How? Enlighten me.” His tone has gone rougher. Hurt swirls in his eyes, and you feel worse than you did the other night.

Because you and I are friends. Because I don’t think I can pretend like that’s the truth when all I want is to call you mine. Because when I kiss you it’s like my world finally starts to make sense. 

“Please, Joel. Just…I don’t want to do it anymore. Can you respect that, please?”

He runs a hand down his beard, his hurt expression hardening into a stoic one you haven’t been on the receiving end of in years. Fuck. “Alright, I’m sorry. I won’t kiss you anymore.”

You expect relief but all that comes is a deep longing and sadness that you try to push to the depths of your conscience. Though, like a buoy, it keeps popping above the surface. 

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

The cleanup is awkward. He watches you silently as you pick up your underwear and slide them and your shorts back on. He seems far away, here and gone all at once. It makes you worry, makes you wonder if what you just said was the biggest mistake of your life.

But you have to do this. You have to hold him at arm's length because if you admit to him…if you tell him how you really feel… maybe he really will leave you. He’ll realize you’ve gone and fucked everything up, and the friendship you’ve kindled, the trust you’ve built, will all be for nothing.

You can’t lose him, even if it means you can’t keep him close.

“Thanks for tonight,” you say eventually, when he’s walking you out the front door.

He smiles at you, faint and untrue. It’s like the one from the other night. Like that laugh he forced out for you. You feel like a Joel from the past has teleported to the present, with his thin smile and his hard eyes. “Yeah, of course.”

“You okay?”

Joel frowns, shifts on his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I dunno. You just seem… I don’t know. Never mind.”

“I’m good.” 

“You sure?”

He nods. “You need me to walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hum. A moth circles the porch light. The two of you stare at each other for a long moment. He looks as if he wants to say something, but thinks better of it.

“Okay,” is all that he says. 

“Okay,” you repeat, feeling empty. A waif, a lonely white flag waving in the wind. “Um, I’ll see you later, then.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Night, darlin’,” he says, squeezing your arm, like he’s trying to be normal. It doesn’t work. His hand is cold. “Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Joel.”

It’s raining by the time you reach your house, and you curl under your blankets after a shower, your hair cold and wet against your scalp, listening to the droplets splattering against your window.

Sleep doesn’t come easy.

part 3

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #tlou #game joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller #this is trouble

[fictionfixations]

genderfluid (& androgynous)

someone called riddle genderfluid and now i cant unsee it

(imagine its a fem day. and he just sits there with a skirt. and radiating dom energy. my minds too stuck on bamf ladies. also you dont have to wear a skirt if you dont wanna, i just like em. but uh. its like a superiority thing. (bruh imagine someone bumps into them- or.. wHATEVER pronoun. uh. fuck. i said them for riddle cause im too used to he/they characters. wtf pronouns do i use for him??? uhm. but so someone bumps into riddle. and then they just blurt out 'pls step on me'. and hes like wha? [cuz he comes off strict and intimidating, but hes also sometimes clueless/oblivious, poor sheltered bby] and then they eep and run away hehehehe ...imagine he asks cater what that meant [because cater knows a lot of weird stuff]. cater spits out his tea like WHAT. HUH? actually LMFAO- 'i never expected to hear those words come out of riddles mouth! and he said it so straight-faced too!')

..i have a hunch you probably thought id put 'step on me mommy' but

im. kind of not a fan of the sexualization of those words cause now i can never unsee it when its just an innocent version

i feel like.. riddle has a lot of problems with his mom. one including not wanting to be too similar to her, or being compared to her (and regretting that he'd basically become a mini-her for awhile there, although in more serious words)

(also how do genderfluid people do pronouns?? [i have no gender so i dont get it] ive seen in some writing they use like. she/her on a she/her day. or he/him on a he/him day. but could you also just... stay to another pronoun too? i mean. theres probably she/they and he/they that works there. she/he does too. ..is it she/he? or is it she/him? probably she/he. idfk. i mean. i have a bias towards he/they. but like. if you're leaning more towards feminine.. do you match feminine pronouns too or is it just based on how you're feeling and it can really just go either way??? i kind of want to write a genderfluid riddle in a purely self-indulgent way. but i dont know what to do about the pronouns or if i should change them)

anyway

maybe thats my bad cause i like referring to him as a queen instead of a king (HE WEARS HEELS TOO. we love a short king. LMFAO)

(he wears heels because the queen and the first heartslabyul housewarden wore them. and his uniform is modeled after the first heartslabyul housewarden. this is iirc mentioned in his halloween vignette)

this is future me

he could definitely just be androgynous too and not afraid to use it

like

okay

spoilers for a JP card but

here. (a card i desperately want in the future, even though ill probably never actually use him)

which since we're here. vil. with his androgynous energy. who is also referred to as a queen. .........

honestly. i dont think he really cares that much about either way? or. that. i think im wording that wrong

like.. wearing dresses or suits, i dont think it makes a difference to him. for 1, he knows he rocks it. 2, assigning things to 'female' and 'male' and then saying the other cant wear things the opposite does is dumb (i still refer to them as feminine or masculine to differentiate them, my issue with it is then restricting it)

so he just. sometimes

to prove a point, wears short hair (or something that leans a little more towards masculine-y) with dresses

actually he kind of does that already

its just a coincidence LMFAO

i think its just more to fit the occasion

cause in this his hair is tied up

also damn this mfs pretty

anyway i think thats enough vil LMFAO

i got so off topic

#riddle rosehearts #genderfluid #androgynous #vil schoenheit #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #writing ideas #thoughts #fic ideas #random stuff

[starrspice]

Tell me about your princess quest au thing, I wanna know but I cant think of any specific questions so just...

*makes grabby hands at you*

So I'm reworking a lot of the details of it and I'll probably completely scrap and restart the fic Arcade lights BUT I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED

I'm more than happy to babble about it and since im reworking it and I'm taking this as an excuse to recap the whole thing

But its basically like a kind of "after happily ever after" kind of AU

So the entire focus of the AU is AFTER Y/N has kind of befriended and romanced Sun and Moon

But for informations sake here's a brief run down of the before

They originally started as an employee at the arcade prize encounter but after working some nightshifts and spending time with Sun and Moon management noticed a noticeable improvement in Sun and Moon's behavior and made Y/N their official handler

In order to be a handler Y/N had to undergo complete training that official fazbear mechanics have to go through. While doing this they're taught all the ins and outs by helping rebuild Bonnie

While this goes on Y/N is also sneaking around beating the different princess quest games (which they've been having increasingly worse nightmares about). Each game they beat causes Moon and the others infected to kind of shut down but when they reboot the virus's effect has lessened.

Tensions rise and things come to a head when Sun accidentally breaks Y/Ns arm in a fit of anger (not realizing he gripped too tight).

While avoiding Sun and Moon Y/N meets and teams up with gregory to reach and beat the last Princess quest Game in Vanny's room. While trying to do so they have to face every infected bot in the plex all at once with Y/N holding them off while Gregory plays the game

They just barely manage to beat the game in time causing all the bots in the plex (aside from Freddy) to shut down and Vanny to pass out. Y/N rushes Vanny (Vanessa) to the hospital along with Gregory who also got injured

Only to come back to the plex a week later to find Moon has amnesia and has completely forgotten Y/N

So thats like the BEFORE plot

Not really essential to KNOW with the story i plan to write around the amnesia plotline but like

Thats the before (which if i ever write into a fic would be like a prequel)

As for the main focus of the AU itself the now

Half of it takes place IN the pizza plex. And the other half takes place outside of it

Since this post is already pretty long I'll just give some Highlights of what happens during Moon's early amnesia stage

Sun gets the virus and loses it all at once (and destroys the daycare)

Moon reverts to his original self which hides his more mischievous mannerisms behind a soft shy demeanor

Vanessa includes Y/N and Gregory on the plan to defeat Afton and burn the pizzaplex down

Bonnie is up and about again and theres a struggle amongst the band

Moon remembers that he hurt people and becomes afraid he could do it again

Y/N spends several weeks practically living in the pizzaplex ignoring their own trauma from all this time in favor of helping sun and moon

If you wanna know more all you gotta do is ask. I will never shut up so long as someone will listen

#ask starr #askbox #princess quest au #pq au #pq moon #pq sun #fnaf sb pq #fnaf pq au #princess quest moon #princess quest ending #fnaf sb #soft moon #Arcade lights

[garbagequeer]

Can you help me im so confused how archie (and everyone listening to him) had those memories for his poem i thought everyone but betty and jughead forgot 😭

bobbyjean asked: Wait a second were those the good memories. the serial killer gene and jason’s corpse. and archie playing football in leopold and loeb juvenile detention center……

well imo you can work with different theories so like

they dont remember these things as things they lived themselves but they remember them as things tabitha showed them the first time they saw the riverdale memories (so like if they'd watched themselves go through these things in tv but not as if they happened irl for them)

goodbye riverdale is back to jughead's narration and jughead is unreliable he's just making shit up (this also goes with the theory that what jughead showed betty was not real but was a fabrication he made up for her as her dying wish was to relive those days with everyone as they were + the fake reality had plot holes because to be fair jughead was like 86 when he died he cant keep track of who remembers the serial killer genes and who doesn't he's busy)

narrator jughead seems to be in control of this episode more than he was before (we see him corporeally and there's 2 jugheads in the end) so the characters' lives have been rewritten to fit the narrative jughead wanted to tell so they remember because he does too and the story belongs to him and not to them (to me jughead is always afraid of abandonment and change so he keeps his stories ones where his friends don't leave or grow + he has been shown to find it hard to come up with anything other than stories about his friends in riverdale in s5 and as bunker/god jughead). for me this also fits with the idea of the characters and angel tabitha trying to break free and narrator/god jughead(s) not allowing it -> town won

they loved these memories they love cults and killing and corpses and gay juvie. the bad memories were like archie not getting his high school diploma or something

from a doylist pov (boring) this meant nothing about the story and was just an homage to their most iconic moments in the show for the audience and the crew. you could twist this a bit to be meta and make something up about the characters behaving as characters and talking willingly to an audience because they exist only in our eyes if you wanted

which are all fun ideas to consider and theyre not mutually exclusive (like it could be jughead taking over the narrative but it could be in a world he makes up just for betty so all the other characters are in the real sweet hereafter but betty went to purgatory pop's because she does remember it all and this prevented her from being able to leave it behind. also archie for sure would remember some of gay juvie he loved the gay parts of gay juvie he told me. and fangs probably had god times at the cult i mean he dated human kevin maybe a love for cults is what they had in common)

to me it stood out as a moment where i was like oh jughead is lying to us for sure. awesome. one last jughead lying to us and trapping us in the cycle forever for the road yippee

#riverdale #'' '''stuck up riverdale punks... think they're too good for me''' - homer simpson'' #- narrator jughead when he gets mad that his friends are not following the script so he sends them to pop's in the sky forever #answered

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

You did it perfectly || Banda x KillerReader

Notes: Gore - Pre-Established relationship - AU No Borderlands - Sugesstive - Reader has some mental problems but they are not detailed - Who they almost killed is up to your imagination -

Number 9 from promt list.

You always knew something was odd about you. Since you were little you found yourself being attracted to the most bizarre things. Things kids your age would never look with such an amazement and love as you did.

No one understood you, no one could.

You felt lonely for the most part of your life till you met him

You cant remember how or when you two crossed paths in life. But when you two did there was something, a invisible force that kepth both of you together.

For the first time you felt happy, you were no longer alone, you had someone who would take your hand in his, kiss your head and wish you goodnight.

And most important someone who did not judge you.

"Its alright love, I do find enjoy in the act of killing too"

Banda was a killer, someone who took joy in seeing his victims eye become lifeless, listen to their screams and pleads. Toying with them.

And Banda wanted you to enjoy it just like himself. He knew of your the little "experiments" you did when you were younger but you had never killed someone...at least not completly.

So Banda took you with him, you were nervous of course, it felt like a test, to prove him that you were fit to be his partner.

You two ended in a small bar, cheap alcohol and smoke could be smell. You took one sip from your beer seeing how Banda was looking at each one of the clients. He wanted your first kill to be easy.

"That one" he murmured to you kissing your cheeck. "He is all too wasted, you just need to get him outside, I will be waiting".

Getting the guy to go outside with you was easy, almost too easy. The moment you seemed just a bit interested in him and offered him a smoke he was sold.

Outside Banda waited for you to come out with your victim. The moment you two were out he waited a bit more keeping a close eye on how you acted and guided him to a darker place.

You pushed the guy against the wall, making it seem you were going to kiss him but the moment he closed his eyes you took out your small knife cutting his throat.

The guy opened his eyes, his pupils big, his brain not being able to understand what was happening.

You put your hand on top on his mouth, a sick smile making its way to your face as you continue to stab him in his abdomen, going faster and faster with each stab.

You could feel the hot blood now dripping into your hand, you noticed he was about to pass out so you took of your hand starting to make pressure on his neck.

You were having fun. And you asked yourself how did you survive all your life without doing this.

The moment his body gave up you moved yourself from him. He felt against the wall slowly going into the floor. His eyes were open and the wound was now big.

Banda was behind you, he kept watching you while you had your fun. You looked so cute now...he slowly went to you, touching your shoulder getting a suprise noise from you and being almost cut.

"Banda-im sorry, I-" You could not finish yourself. You looked at him then at the body and your hands.

Had you truly just do that?

"Its fine Dear" He took the knife from you and pulled you towards him. "Did you have fun?"

You nodded, pulling him closer. "I did, can we stay like this....for a moment?"

"Of course" Banda responded kissing the top of your head. "If thats what you want then, of course".

"And" you stopped being a bit afraid to ask "how did I did?"

Banda looked down at you, his mouth becoming a sick lovely smile. "Dear, you did it perfectly".

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #banda sunato #banda sunato x reader

[infifi3]

hiiii you should.give me refs of ur ocs <3333 i prommy i will not draw them in silly and/or trauma inducing situations haha i. woukd never do smth liek that <333333333

i should probably answer this when i have more refs done jkbkjbkjb

BUT. ERMMMM. i literally dont have normal refs 4 most of my ocs :sob:...... i think the only recent ref-ish stuff that i have is 4 phantom n circe. but i CAN do some more quick ones! (if u have particular ocs youd like lmk!! if not then ill just do a random batch :3c)

adding the ones i have thooooo:

Circe the Jackal

her fits still a WIP these r just some basic shapes..... go wild lol<3

The Phantom

im v particular abt how phantom is portrayed esp in stuff thats not drawn/written by me if u cant tell jkbjbjk so ill always b up 2 answering questions n stuff abt him dont be afraid 2 ask !!

phantoms fit also gets changed a lot n is a WIP stage lol but this pic is the only good one i have of her outfit even if its a little outdated lol :P

ummmmmm!!!! yea :3 im sooo happy ppl r interested in my oh seas<33333 v excited 2 see what u do w em :flushed:

#phantom #circe #sth #oc tag #asks #possum #4 more refs i can dm u r ping u on discord r u can just send me more asks loll.......... whichever sounds better 2 u works. r ill just #default 2 posting n tagging<3333 teehee<3333333 #ALSO..................... IF U WANT NON FANDOM OCS TOO LET ME KNOW................ I HAVE. A FEW. KNKNKJNJJJ

[witchmd13]

Heyyy so i encountered or rather reencountered a Dutch song by comedian Claudia de Breij (went to a show of hers today! Was great) and it most of it made me think of jess? And his like father-y relationship with Luke?? If they were both less emotionally constipated, that is. I translated it, was wondering what you thought <3

Hide could also mean in this instance "take shelter"

And i dont know how accurate of an English sentence 'could i come to you' is, but its basically the same thing as 'could i come over [to Your house]'

When the war comes

And i have to hide

Could i come to you?

If there comes a club

That i dont (want to) belong to

Could i come to you?

If there comes a rule

That i cant fulfill

Could i come to you?

And if i have to be something,

That ive never been

Could i come to you?

(chorus)

Could i hide with you?

When i cant anywhere else

And if i have to cry

Will you dry my tears?

Cause if i could come to you

You can always come to me

Come whenever you want

Ill keep a room free for you

When the storm comes

And i am afraid

Could i come to you?

When the night falls

And its too dark for me

Could i come to you?

When the spring comes

And im in love

Could i come to you

If the love comes

And i know for sure

Could i come to you?

(chorus x2)

When the end comes

And i am afraid

Could i come to you?

(x2)

Reading this actually made me tear up. it fits them so well. I've been reading and re-reading the lyrics for the past 5 minutes and every time I get tears in my eyes.

thank you so much for sending this to me. Jess and Luke's relationship is very dear to me. it's one of the primary reasons why s3 is my favorite season. even at his most destructive, luke loved jess so much and jess did too, even if he didn't realize it until he grew up. like that scene when jess wouldn't comes back to stars hollow for liz's wedding but only agrees later because luke asks him to? and when jess almost freezes in his car because he's a stubborn idiot? and luke waits in his truck until he made sure jess got into the dinner safely? it makes me tear up every time. they're both too emotionally stunted but they care so much about each other.

"when the war comes, and I have to take shelter, could I come to you?"

"you're hoping for reciprocation? You got it. I'm here, Jess. I'm always here."

(I hope you had fun at the show btw! 💙)

#also they're so similar it's insane #i did a post on that once #one day i'm hoping to actually write down all the similarities between them as teenagers #from what luke says about his childhood it feels like they were the same person #off the top of my head #luke once tells lorelai “i spent a lot of afternoons where i was supposed to be at school here [the diner]” #and he also tells her about his high school “3 years of going there I have no good memories. None. Kids were as dumb then as they are now.” #like if that not the most jess thing to ever say i don't know what is #didn't mean to ramble so much but ugh they make me feel things #gilmore girls #luke and jess

[beanieman]

hi..... *does shy finger thing*

since ur like THE blog to tell anything relating to overananalyzing (big word cant spell) yttd to i thought about sending u a song i related to yttd but decided against it. according to recent post u like. r ok w it. im sending this.

spider web - melanie martinez with the entire cast???? empahsis on midori kinda. dear tumblr user beanieman what do u think abt this.

Yeah I'm totally fine with song stuff! I'm cool with most things tbh!

I can see the song fitting the death game in general, but also Midori! And to no surprise Shin since he's always on the mind. The lyrics I find most fitting are:

For The Death Game: "Better off dead than stuck in a maze The center may seem like a gift. Once you arrive, it'll strip you of your life, and you'll wish that you never did."

For Midori: "Spinning all your silk and moving all of your eight legs. To build a web that'll spread through the world. Feeding off our highs and lows and curious to see us struggle. No one can leave once they merge."

For Shin: "I'm hiding myself from the enemy. I wish to not be perceived. Didn't ask for this dangerous visibility. I'm afraid I'm too scared to sleep."

#asks #YTTD #Your Turn To Die #Shin Tsukimi #sou hiyori

[my-castles-crumbling]

dancer anon here

reason for wanting to stay connected to being a girl: i feel good when i present feminine sometimes, I don't know why, while i dont feel like a girl or connected to that at all, i enjoy feeling pretty, and that kinda fuels the "cant not be partially a girl" because i like my feminine attributes (such as my breasts and eyelashes (i really like my eyelashes, they make me feel pretty)) but i tend to like my feminine attributes more when im alone and only /i/ can see myself and think "damn. im pretty today."

ballroom q: i tend to do more follower than leader now but i get to dance with my favorite dance teacher someitmes and shes really nice :D my favorite dance is paso doble (i do more latin ballroom than standard lol, but i do enjoy waltz the most out of standard dances lol (its the first dance i did with leader steps :DD)

correct pronouns: ik that its not really making a big deal to ask, but since im not out to many poeple outside of my friend group. i also dont want to correct my friends because im afraid it will reach someone outside of the group and theyre going to question it because in my school the majority of the students aren't really,,,, allies ig

neopronouns: have considered, didnt fit, so they/them is my go to because it is the one i feel the most comfortable with

confronting my friend: i do sometimes feel like confronting them about it, but its kinda scary because i hate confrontation because of the toxic friend i mentioned, so i dont think im gonna do anything about it (for now maybe?)

trauma: i am 97% sure i dont have any trauma relating to masculine people? however, my memory /is/ actually trash, so i could have just forgotten. the most likely thing that caused the fear would probably be the dance teacher with cold hands, because i hated his classes because they made me feel like dance is an obligation and i have to do everything /correctly/ even though i signed up because i enjoy dance. i also had to dance with him and his hands were cold and i dont like physical touch if im not initiating it (which is kinda why i dont dance with anyone anymore - a combination of physical touch, sweaty hands, and the close proximity. im even scared to dance with the little children i sometimes help dance with, because i dont know if they feel comfortable with physical touch which makes me feel icky)

also its not really something happened to me, its fear of something that /could/ happen (SA, etc)

also i still see that dance teacher around at the studio sometimes. he still scares me, but less? and when i talk to him sometimes, my brain tries to tell me im overexaggerating how much i dislike him, which i may be doing, but he /did/ ruin one of my favorite dances for me, so...

agender label: i do feel comfortable with the agender label, i believe, but ive never really met anyone else using it so i think i ust want to know ppl who also use it

you are also a wonderful human!!!

on another note, i am genuinely in tears thank you, you are so kind <3

Hello again!

So, there's four things I wanna address here:

With the pronouns/friends: Yes, it sounds like it might be a good idea to think more about the pros/cons of this. I still completely think that you deserve the respect of being gendered correctly, but if it's not safe for you to be pushing this,(secrets being shared, an unsupportive space, etc) then it might be a good idea to step back until it is safe to bring it up again. Remember though that you deserve to be supported and loved unconditionally and using your correct pronouns is something that should not be a burden to anyone.

Being agender: Have you considered finding people on here who identify similarly? It could be cool and validating to find a community of people who feel the same way. I know for me it was super exciting to find other nonbinary/genderfluid people.

Being touched: Okay, that makes sense. I definitely get not liking to be touched by people, especially people who give weird sensory input.

Ballroom: Oh, damn Paso Doble? I only know the very basics but it's SO different and cool! Respect <3

Lots of love!

#ask #asks #ask cas

[sedittedice]

Tw: vent

So back in like October I got in some drama in a server I'm in (I'm not gonna say what server I'm just gonna say it was the server of an artist I use to really look up to)

But yeah I was friends with one of the mods/server owners friends let's call them Tiffany

So me and Tiffany agreed to ship our wh ocs (let's call the ship MM)

Ok real quick ill just go ahead and make a name list thing:

Server owner: Britney

Owners friend that I became friends with: Tiffany

Ship me and Tiffany made: MM

My friend: Amanda

The server: the Britney server

Other person that shipped their oc with Tiffany's: Megan

Ok so now that that's all cleared up

Let's continue

So it originally started when I made a small vent drawing in the server vent chat

(I covered up the pfps for privacy sakes and for my sake)

But basically it's a vent of my holding my pfp at the time and my face being static with the discord pfps of artists I wished to draw like

I had forgotten to put that this vent wasn't me trying to attack anyone and according to Britney this had made people upset

They never told me who got upset so I couldn't personally apologize to those people

But me and Britney sorted it out and I told them to apologize to the people I had upset since Britney never told me who got upset

They said ok

After a bit , I slowly noticed that Tiffany never drew any MM stuff (which I didn't really mind)

But then I noticed she drew a bunch of ship art of Megan's oc with hers

So I nicely tried to ask/suggest ideas for MM art

As you can see I made it clear that they didn't need to if they didn't want to

But she never replied so I just dropped it

And I slowly started getting more depressed cause Tiffany seemed to be ignoring me and the rest of the Britney server

So I asked my friend Amanda if she could help

So she tried to subtly bring up MM

But as you can see

She got ignored aswell

As I slowly got more and more depressed a few other small problems happened (my writing on a magma was removed and a few people moved their drawings a little for me to fit something)

And just when I thought I couldn't be depressed enough

I got a dm during school from Britney saying they kicked me from the server due to my behavior and stuff

Calling me immature, etc

And since we were no longer in the same server, I couldn't dm back an apology, so I asked my friend Amanda to help me

I then made a vent on here, but they forced me to delete it

They also were taking their friends side saying I was trying to force people and guilt trip people into making MM ship art WHEN I CLEARLY DIDN'T

And THEY NEVER LET THE PEOPLE I APPARENTLY HURT THAT I APOLOGIZE AND SO EVERYONE IN THAT SERVER PROBABLY THINKS IM A FUCKING ASS HOLE

And apparently I was making Tiffany uncomfortable with the MM ship??

WHEN LITERALLY THEY NEVER TOLD ME THEY WERE UNCOMFORTABLE AND EVEN WENT ALONG WITH SOME OF MY SHIP IDEAS

AND NOW IM TOO AFRAID TO SPEAK IN ANY SERVER IM IN CAUSE OF WHAT HAPPENED

MIND YOU BRITNEY IS AN ADULT HERE AND I WAS 15 AT THE TIME NOW 16

I GOT BULLIED INTO HAVING EVEN WORSE SOCIAL ANXIETY AND NO ONE KNOWS NOR CARES EXCEPT FOR MY FRIEND AMANDA

ALL BECAUSE AN ADULT CHOSE TO SIDE WITH THEIR FRIEND AND NOT FUCKING CARE ABOUT WTF I HAD TO SAY

AND ISTG BRITNEY IF YOU SEE THIS AND TRY AND MAKE ME TAKE THIS DOWN I AM GOING TO FUCKING DO SOMETHING THAT YOU MIGHT REGRET MAKING ME DO

I HATE THIS SO MUCH

IMAGINE GETTING BULLIED BY AN ADULT

THIS IS THE 2ND TIME IVE BEEN BULLIED BY A GROWN ASS PERSON

I AM FUCKING DONE WITH THIS SHIT

I AM TIRED OF THIS I JUST WANT TO SCREAM AND CRY BUT I FUCKING CANT

#womp womp #dice rants #dice vents #i wanna cry so bad

[jdsmineralwater]

so i went to a fire show last night (like, performers who danced with fire) with some friends, and it got me thinking. so here are my

rtc fire headcanons

(ps this is longer than i thought itd be, be warned)

mischa is deathly afraid of fire

he has no idea why he just is

controlled flames, naked flames, matches, stoves, anything

this guy wont go within five feet of a candle

and only noel and ricky know because 'its not ganster to be scared of fire guys'

ricky knows because one time it was his birthday and everyone was sitting at his kitchen table for cake and mischa was sitting across from him

and ricky blew out the candles and, naturally, they leaned away from him as they went out

aka right in mischas face

homeboy was out of that chair like lightning

he played it off as getting cutlery and plates and stuff but ricky asked about it

noel knows because they were in mischas basement one time and he brought a candle (candle obsessed noel>>) and tried to light it

mischa was across the room

gone

my guy cant deal with them at all

he went to oceans house a total of one time and saw her parents incense sticks

he never went back

(ocean doesnt know why mischa avoids picking her place as a hang out spot but shes really grateful nonetheless)

moving on from mischa

noel is the opposite

everything is on fire at all times

he has candles everywhere in his room

he doesnt even need a main light at this point, the candles are everywhere

he has this one specially made candle that smells like striking a match/burning and he lights it all of the time

mischa is not a fan

boom olive theory

penny also loves fire

she likes to touch it, which freaks mischa out

he cant go near it, its almost like she has to

even noel tries to stop her, so you know its bad

one year ricky gets her a fake candle for her birthday

the ones you put batteries in and the 'flame' lights up and moves about, like you have around Christmas

penny loves it because now she can touch it and have a candle

no one lets her have real candles

or lets her be in noels room

ricky likes smoke

he likes it because it distorts the air above it, yk? everythings all wavy and not entirely clear

it reminds him that what youre seeing might not be whats really there

(it always reminds me of the mist from percy jackson, if you get what im saying?)

ocean hates smoke and fire and everything related to it

firstly, she has asthma

secondly, she gets awful headaches from scented candles

thirdly, it reminds her of how much fire is involved in her parents lifestyle. the smoking, the incense

she cant escape it at home, why would she go out of her way to find it away from home?

shes not scared though

constance is relatively neutral about fire

its fun, she loves sparklers and candles and fireworks

but she doesnt like being burned and stuff

onto the fun stuff:

fire shows specifically

mischa hates them

hes worried that the performers will drop the props, that he'll get burned, that theres fire right there!!

him and ocean stay near the back of the group at shows, he pretends to just be making sure shes okay

usually she is but sometimes the asthma and stuff catches up with her

ricky is mesmerised

he will stare at the fire, the dancers, everything is amazing to him

noel loves the fire, but you know what he loves more??

the costumes

they tend to wear black, leather, tight fitting, revealing costumes

he is obsessed, he wishes he could have them

penny likes copying the dancers

imagine them doing loads of stretches, turns and twists

and theres penny, doing the same

she loves it, its fun

constance makes sure she doesnt wander out into the performance area so she doesnt get burned

constance does the dances too though

its just good times all around

(noel watches saw '5' with mischa afterwards to make up for it though, this guy was dying)

#mischa bachinski #ocean o'connell rosenberg #noel gruber #penny lamb #constance blackwood #ricky potts #rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc headcanons #fire #imagine this five foot eight almost adult just dying over a candle #he cant handle it

[flourjaemin]

rating nct 127 fact check highlight medley

I ALREADY NOW THE BRIDGES ARE GONNA BE SOME HEAVEN CREATED DRUG INFUSED MASTERPIECES SO IM JUST PREPARING FOR THE ALBUM AND THE LYRICS BOUT TO BE UNREAL!

fact check - SOTY it’s giving me like a treasure song and i like it. YUTA~ BRO GETTING TOE CURLING LINES TAEEEEEE BRO I CANT WAIT FOR THE CHOREOGRAPHY 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 10/10

space - JUNGWOO PLS and the backing tracking sounds so freaking cool amazing. wait it’s giving me a just dance song? and then YUTA~ saxophone guys… deeper? 😳 wdym there babe I LIKE IT ITS NOT NCT BUT LIKE I LIKE IT 9.99/10

parade - this was in the first teaser we saw and it’s actually a dope sound. raining money anthem fr. 9/10

angel eyes - some old 70 jingle in the back.. this is literally a coming of age song idc if you say otherwise. it’s beautifuls child. nct 2021 beautiful had a child and it was angel eyes. the ROCK-NESS TO IT AND JUNGWOO OK THAT. okay im fitting my napkin in my shirt, holding the fork and knife and ready to munch on his the minute it is released. I WANNA BE EMO 11/10

yacht - cute little stupid little trumpet part ❤️BABY KEEP MY COOL? YUTA YOU GOT ME RUNNING UP THE WALL BECAUSE OF HOW NERVOUS UR MAKING ME.. imma bang your @$$ till noon that is insanely disgusting… i hope im just having hearing loss. MOON~~~~~ sparkles….. you already know where im at ADDING THIS ‼️ awww like a cute summer song im sobbing on my bathroom floor. MARKVIWJEJFJWJ MARK AND HAECHAJ SINGING AT THE SAME TIME PLS J NEED THIS IN MY LIFE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE I NEED IT…. the lyrics im catching up on are so CUTEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 YAS SPARKLE CITY JKDJDJEJEJEJEJEJDJDJDJDJFJJFUCJRJEJIGIEJWKXIHEJWUFHEJEFJCUIWJER 1909389/10

je ne sais quoi - you don’t know why what nct 127? yes i speak french. im holding my back as we speak. i’m afraid this is going to be the throwing back song. GOT THE SAUCE OR SUS? gasps i love it. OML OML OML OML JAEHYUN WTF. it’s sauce, taeyong said it oml 😫 10/10

love is a beauty - nervous. sorry i just had to swim back to my phone as i was floating away. WTF KIM DOYOUNG YOU CANT BE SINGING LIKE AN ANGEL AND NOT EXPECT ME TO RETURN TO HEAVEN LIKE WHAT. bro im pausing. taking breaks. i’m withering every minute i don’t have this is my music library. SH IT UP. just going to delete every song i own and just have this song ❤️. i need this song rn. JWJFUUEUEBDHEURHDH SHUT SHUT SHUT SHUT SH IT UP JUGNWOO OML OML OML TAE MY TAE awwwwwwwww. can you leave me alone jeong jaehyun, stop having an addictive voice. JUNGEOOOOOOOOOOO “no no~” yep im gonna tattoo that onto my body. I LOVE IT. i love this NCT 127 I LOVE YOU. love is a beauty and i can’t take this anymore. THIS IS MY sOMG MY SONG NO NO NO NO NO THE END I CANT THE GUITAR OML IM GONNA SCREAM 😱😫😫😫😫😭😭😭❤️❤️‼️11/10

misty: forgot about writing. i literally just cried. am i even allowed to listen to these song? these are all made for higher life forms.. i don’t feel deserving of these beautiful songs…. It’s just so beautiful. i just want to live in peace and sit at the beach and watch as the world revolves around me as i am in so much peace. JAJSJDIEJEIRIRJDJFJDJDJJDDJJEJE JOHNNY JUMP ACARES HUH HUBHU HUH AFTER THE STORM WHAT DO YOU SAY AFTER HOHNNY OML THIS IS TOOO MUCH W HSJEJSJDNDNS the piano i cry at the sight of a piano how the hell are you going to play a piano in a beautiful song. pls. 10/10

real life: this reminds me of another song i can’t really pin point……… idk but i really like it but i want to heard more of it 😭 JOHNNY OK THR CHORUS OK OK OK 9/10

overall im gonna have to have a talk with nct and ask them how they continue to release banger after banger. i expect great things for this comeback and can’t wait to see what happens. thank you. (NWJFJUEJE)

#nct #nct 127 #nctzen #fact check #nct comeback #kpop comeback #kpop thoughts #delulu #johnny suh #kpopmoots #album #new album #album review #highlight medley #soty #kpop songs #lee haechan #kim jungwoo #jeong jaehyun #mark lee #nakamoto yuta #moon taeil #lee taeyong #kim doyoung #ratings #out of ten #HAHWHHEHDHR #IM SO EXCITED

[florawsworld]

Pent up love

Summary: In this story Mary is still alive. You are madly in love with John but you can't say anything because he is married. You've been hunting together for years and you always hold your feelings in but now you can't take it anymore.

Characters: john winchester x reader

Note: this is my first fanfinc so please be nice and i at a song because i think it Fits the story.

You and John just came home from a hunt, tired and hungry. You stepped into John's house, took off your coat and hung it on the coat rack. John asked you to stay for dinner. Marry wasn't home she was out shopping for dinner . You entered the living room and you blurted it out

'' im in love with you'' You remained confident as you waited for his response. John looked shocked at you '' your in love with me?;I am You look confident and crossed your arms john looks at you with a warm smile and chuckles thought you made a joke "y/n you know im married right?"

"I know and this is not one of are little pranks we something pull each other". John looks at the floor for a moment "y/n your verry important to me you're my best friend and i care about you verry mush but my heart belongs to marry.

The words hurt you but that didn't stop you. You step closer to him. John start to feel his heart rishing in his chest as you came closer to him. You put your hand on his arm and smirks at him. John sees your intent in your eyes as you put your hand on his arm.john feels your breath on his neck as you get even closer. You whisper in his ear "I want you" John heart start pounding faster in his chest by hearing what you said. You move your hand to his chest "please say something john"john takes a deep breath"y/n i cant i shouldnt"john says as you lower your face to his neck and kisses his neck.

John freezes ,his body starting to shake as you kisses his neck. "do you like this " John doesnt respond to your question, you become worried and take your lips off his neck. He looks at you his eyes meeting yours"I shouldnt " you look at him and put your hand on his face"what are you afraid of" John takes a deep breath"just think about what your doing. Y/n im married this cant happen".

" i dont care "you kiss his neck again. John puts his arms around you his breathing getting more intense as he feels your lips on his neck. You look up at him " are you liking this" John nods as you keep kissing his neck. You move your lips to his mouth and press your lips to his. You kiss him slowly bringing his puffy bottom lip between yours and sucking it gently. He closes his eyes and deepening the kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders.both of your mouth part before your tongues explore each others's mouths.

You pull back and stare into his hazel eyes."i would do anything to get you all to myself. You move your hands to his and takes off his weddingring . John feels his wedding ring comming off his finger"y/n what are you doing. "You dont need this"you answer him.

Then someone opesn the front door. Its marry who came back from Shopping for dinner"John sadly takes the ring from you and puts it back on as marry walks into the living room And put the bags with groceries on the table.

" hey guys how did the hunt go" she ask them. Good it was though but we did it" you answer marry. John sighs and started to feel guilty towards Mary and decided to tell her right away" marry i need to tell you something y/n and i we kissed just before you walked in. Mary looks between two of you and is shocked.You were embarrassed and walked out of the house to your truck.

John follws you outside" y/n please wait. You were almost to your truck and then faced him " i want you to know that,that kiss meant something to me and i really love you. John sighs you cant love me im married. You state into his hazel eyes " i dont care". John looks at you a worried look on his face " do you want me to leave mary?

"Yes,i want you and  know it sounds selfish" you hug him." But i love you,i want you.john closes his eyes and hugs you back.

#john winchester #jeffrey dean morgan #fanfic #supernatural #Spotify

[missmeinyourbones]

kin assign your moots :)

ok this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and kin is too hard so i decided to ship my mutuals... so basically i am not answering ur question but alas here we are

also i have a lot of mutuals so i think im just gonna do a few rn... maybe the ones i interact w the most or who i see the most on my dash ???? idk i also haven't talked to some of my mutuals bc im a dumb scared baby so if you are not on this list please do not crucify me i love u and if anyone wants a ship/more of these pls ask me i swear i can be normal

@crysugu - why do i wanna say... d-d-deku.... I DONT KNOW something about him is making a lot of sense with you! two lil sweethearts who are so so selflessly kind but ik u guys are Freaks when it comes to one another....

@soumies - i know megumi is such a safe answer but its so real... like so real i cant even think of another name to put down here. my two sweet little babies !!! :3 ;P you match one another energies so well... i trust him in ur hands (and more importantly, i trust u in his)

@alert-arlert - porco LMFAO its always gonna be porco with you ryn! i want you to walk him like a dog so fucking badly. he is so annoying and you are so powerful i just KNOW you have the ability to tame him. close second is hange tho for similar but less intense reasons

@ghostbeam - again there is no answer that is not dabi... but weirdly... i see you with dabi more than touya ??? idk something about the dabi-eqsue yearning closed barriers angsty dark love that shouldn't work but it does fits you guys so well. an icon in the dabi universe is what you are

@demxnscous - im fearful that im saying osamu. and im saying this because the way u write him is so RAW that you cant not be soulmates. i swear you could turn anyone on to him and THAT right there is such a power to wield.... the power of ur love for that man deserves this title

@izurou - SUNA please my favorite suna baby. he annoys you and you let him and its so beautiful. you just get him !!!!! which is tough but you're tougher. i think about ur characterization of him all the time, specifically in the routine and thursday and i could cry with how lovely he is when it comes to you

@augustinewrites - augustine.... you feel so Classy to me. like in my mind u radiate the purest of elegance. a god-tier creator on this app amongst us mere mortals. i feel like your poetic way of existing could compliment sakusa really well! the two of you are so sexi you look like you'd bully people but in reality are so kind just a bit intimidating

@maplesuna - maple i love the idea of you and atsumu becuase i cant stand him half of the time and i absolutely adore you so i love the concept him just being absolutely whipped for you. like u boss him around and he adores it and i get to watch it all front row w some buttery popcorn

@touyangel - sunny my baby you are so sugary sweet i know that hawks would treat u sooooo good. because hes kind and a little fucked up but you truly see the very best in everyone and i think you could save that man from himself. also pls take his #2 hero money u deserve fancy things

@utahimeow - gojo!!!! char u are one of my go to gojo babies whenever i want to giggle and make fun of him or completely tear my hair out thinking about him...i know ur always game. u understand him so well!!!! u are also not afraid to humble him <3 which i love

@kentoangel - choso. choso choso and choso. i know u love him but it feels so right. u guys are like a quiet kind of morning love... like when you sit in a sunlit window and don't need words to explain how you feel. also i think about your mango piece every day of my life... need i say more?

#again if you arent here i am just stupid and there's a lot of you #im happy to do more tho!!! :P #and this is just me being kinda silly and ranting :P nothing serious

[local-yurei]

i was a bit afraid of asking anything too personal so i tried to pick a few that were light but still genuinely interesting

🪐 - what is headspace like for you?

👾 - funniest out of context system quote?

🎵 - what songs remind you of your alters/headmates?

🪐 - honestly, our headspace is currently... odd? it feels wrong, mostly- i cant really describe it well into words TwT typically its just a cafe, and before it changed it was a castle, but now when we try to enter its like... theres this sense of wrongness? perhaps our innerworld might change from the cafe, im not sure TwT

👾 - uhhh, i cant really remember any off the top of my head, but since a lot of our sources have 'died' in some way, we all make jokes about being dead or dying to some degree, and i think thats silly

🎵 - (the phrasing on this question makes me ick for some reason-- /nay) i wont do everyone cuz... *shivers* /silly, but i will do some of our frequent fronters + ghostly (gatekeeper)! pezzy - obviously vending machine of love (link) to me izuku - its a tough one to say, but i'd say stronger (link) is a good canidate! nightwing - this is more of a mashup, but i think it still fits him glamorous x 9 am in calabasas (link) skeppy - this is tough moreso cuz he doesnt front when we listen to music too often, but i'd say i/me/myself (link) link - also tough, but mostly cuz he just formed recently so we are still learning about him, rn i'd say honey i'm home (link)? not an amazing fit, but it's the style of music he likes most ghostly - sorry to call blur out but appetite of a people-pleaser (link) [im not sorry at all <3] ash - for funsies ill do myself, SIU / しう + this cover too (link)!

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