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sinsandsweetness · 5 months

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wanna share my thoughts w you on daddy kink w rickyl!! and breeding🤭🤭

i believe you’ve said before you don’t believe that rick wouldn’t have a daddy kink(if i’m wrong correct me bc i THINK it was you but i could’ve seen it somewhere else) but he would definitely have a breeding kink.

and daryl?? he’s both. a double threat.

imagine this..

established relationship with rickyl. you’ve talked about babies before with them but they both believe the risk is too high. i mean it’s the apocalypse. anything can happen. and rick seeing what happened to lori just puts him off on the idea of you having a kid. not that he would mind you having his and daryl’s baby. he thinks about fucking you full all the time. just the idea of you being swole with his and his best friends baby makes him insanely hard.

maybe you’ve gotten drunk at someone’s house in Alexandria, all three of you hot to the touch and rushing home. and obviously, it being rickyl, they’re gonna make you beg. hearing the words “please daddy. fuck a baby into me. wanna be round with your babies.” fall out of your pouty lips and innocent voice sends both of them into a frenzy. taking turns over and over and over until you’ve lost counts of the orgasms you’ve all had. daryl telling you in your ear how he’s gonna make you a momma. how he’s gonna make you a mommy to his baby over and over again. rick saying how he’s gonna fuck a baby into you no matter what cause no matter what you’re gonna be their’s forever. full of their babies. your head fuzzy from the alcohol and eyes glossy from the streaming tears of overstimulation. your body feeling sticky from how much is running down your legs.

at the end they set your hips up to make sure it takes. you wanted a baby, so you’re gonna have a baby. if it doesn’t take, they’ll keep trying and trying until they have to carry you around from how jelly-like your legs are, and how sore you are.

they step back and look at you. legs shaking, hips raised up, their cum dripping out of you.

obviously they’re little shits and use their fingers to stuff it back into you. giving you yet another orgasm after they half-heartedly promised that there wouldn’t be anymore.

the looks on their faces when you show them a pregnancy test a few weeks later. knowing that they’re gonna fuck you even when you’re swolen up with their babies. i see daryl using the nickname momma after that. rick just shakes his head but seeing you start to bump up sends him into a frenzy all over again.

bby anon🤭🤭

Actually I am very much in support of a daddy kink with both of them so probably wasn’t me you’re thinking of, but I fricken love this. Like holy fricken shit. So damn filthy but omygod it makes me feral. In the best way possible. I am not ok.

Thank you for this bby<3

#inbox #bby anon <3 #rickyl daydreams #rickyl x you #rickyl x reader smut #rickyl breeding link #cw: breeding #rick x daryl x reader #rick grimes x daryl dixon x reader

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in-ky · 3 years

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An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

#negan x y/n #negan x you #negan x reader #negan smith #alpha!negan #omega!reader #twd a/b/o #a/b/o kink #a/b/o dynamics

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sour-n-salty-citrus · 3 years

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Do you have any hopes for the season finale? I saw in another ask, you described the dynamic between rick and morty this season as "very weak, distant, and downright frankly boring" and I completely agree with you! I hope that, because this is most we'll see rick and morty interacting this season, it'll have at least a few moments of what makes their dynamic so interesting to watch.

(Ok i started airing my grievances with this season, which ended up being... long, so skip this paragraph (starting at / / /) to get to my thoughts on the finale)

Oh gosh I remember that ask (I think-). And yeah, maybe I'm being a bit overly critical. I'll probably look back on this season with retrospect, and a kinder, fonder view. Ik androgynousblackbox (think thats right) made a great point about it being the season FOR rickorty shippers. And sure, I agree on some bits, like Rick acting all pissy and partying the way you would if your ex got with someone new in the planetina ep. Overall though, i think my problem lies in that I was enjoying more individual moments than episodes themselves, especially the middle three. For example- Amortycan Grickfitti. Like, I really liked the idea of the Ship getting on a crazy adventure with Summer and Morty (and Chutback). I like the idea of a Beth-Jerry-Rick adventure. But put together, it's just kinda... meh? You know? I liked the first half of the Thanksgiving special... but it kinda dragged on after that. I get that they want to give other characters (particularly female ones) more attention, which is completely understandable and i encourage it(!) but I can't help but find it underwhelming. Like, Summer in the voltron ep was like- girl how are you STILL vying for Rick's attention! He's the worst! Haven't we done this already? (I will say though I ADORE how far Beth has come, props to her for continuing to seeing through her dad's BS. I was worried the character would relapse into a more typical s1/s2 Beth, and I'm glad she didn't). Some of these plots, funnily enough, seem more fitting of the comics (they actually had a voltron parody already). Fun and entertaining for two or three-something issues, not so much a 22 minute episode. i think most of my complaints come from the dynamic between our titular characters- ok, I know I'm very biased (I mean you can see it), but I came to the show primarily for their relationship. It doesn't even feel drama-fueled, just that they kinda... can't be arsed. I'm torn because on the one hand, they're unhealthily codependent and this separation is probably a good thing, but on the other... it doesn't feel natural? I'm not sure if that's the right word- it's like, season 4 had them practically joint at the hip, but all that's suddenly flung out the window. It just kinda feels like this "i got better things to do" vibe from both of them and its strange. The only time they both got a solo adventure (I'm classifying "solo" as an adventure where they spent a significantly large portion of time together, without the other family members) was in the sperm ep and Thanksgiving ep. And, well, in the Thanksgiving ep Morty felt like a side character in his own show, and the sperm ep... um. Yeah. I don't think it's AS bad as people were saying, but I was cringing the whole time (the second hand embarrassment for Morty was so strong I had to turn off the episode multiple times and return to it. It's just like- godammit MORTY). And I think there's good reason those two seemed to be the most disliked episodes overall. They're the ones RaM spend the most time together and it's... meh. Meh? Meh. I don't mean to say the season overall is bad (it has loads of good points, and its amazing for Smith family as a whole) just that if we're talking specifically about the dynamic between these two? Yeah, I wouldn't recommend a single episode from this season so far to use as an example of their relationship.

/ / /

There's one thing this season has been pretty good at, though. And it's showing us what happens when Rick is alone.

And that brings me to the finale.

"Who is Rick without Morty?"

Well... we already know the answer to that. Pathetic. Sad. Lonely.

This season has been phenomenal in humbling Rick. (And trust me I'm happy for it- every time someone beats the crap outta this shitty old man I'm like YES!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!). Ep 1 had his "nemesis" clearly besting him, ep 2 had Beth making constant digs (love her) and overall pointing out his extreme callousness and cruelty towards even himself(ves). Ep 3- when Morty shows interest in a girl and ditches him (like seriously it's not like he's moving out, chill) he immediately goes on a bender and develops a deep attachment to the first person he can (wearing yellow, funnily enough). Ep 4, he devotes himself to becoming an "honest man" for his new child, only for it to instantly be taken away from him. Ep 5 highlights how RICK is the asshole for making fun of and taking advantage of someone well-meaning and honest, if "simple", and how literally not cool that is. Ep 6 has his crazy rivalry with the president, and they both get smacked down a couple pegs for that. Ep 7 shows what happens when he allows himself to get carried away, and that he can end up driving everyone else away in the process (lucky they still wanted to save his ass when he needed them). And episode 8? Hooooo boy. Episode. 8. We see a direct parallel in Birdperson with Morty, and the whole "Rick and [insert] 100 years!" Rick has few people he cares about, arguably only one or two that he truly devotes himself to, but when he does, boy does he go HARD. We see younger Rick, optimistic, energetic, friendly and hopeful. And we see all of that crushed in minutes. Rick is desperate for a companion, someone to see the stars with. He needs someone there, someone he can trust and rely on to stay. Someone like Morty. So without Morty, who is Rick?

No one.

And the thing is, Morty doesn't need Rick anymore. Not like Rick needs him. In season 1, Morty was this bright-eyed kid who was new to the cosmos and the multiverse, who needed his grandpa there with him as they explored all these places together. But that's not him anymore. That's not them.

The promo has Morty using the portal gun to go somewhere w/o Rick's permission (i like to think it's boob world lol). It doesn't matter to me as much where he's going, as much as he's doing it alone. He doesn't just not need Rick there, he doesn't want him.

(Also correct me if im wrong but I've missed that sweet portal gun so much. I think the last ep was like- the first time this season we saw it).

Morty's response to Rick? "Replace me!". And wow. Wow. WOW. Morty doesn't give a FUCK! I think Rick thinks that because he's so smart, that he can offer so much, that Morty will come crawling back, and I don't think he will.

Hopes for the finale! Hmm. I mean, I definitely hope "evil" Morty makes a reappearance, haha. I think we all do tbh ;). I want to see some Morty development too, this season has been very Rick-centric (not that there's anything wrong with that!) so I wanna see what's in store for Our Boy. I really hope we get to see the Citadel again, and see the state it's in, but I doubt it. We know something super big is in store, it's just a question of what? Other hopes I have is some Summer + Beth action (please let them team up Im BEGGING) and Jerry too ahaha. I'd love if some other side characters made an appearance as well. Oh- I'm definitely expecting a dramatic cliffhanger at the end of the first half leading to the second half, with the kind of angsty music that leads into the credits (pls that shit is so good (OH WAIT imagine if it was like, for the damaged coda, but like- the chopin version or smth so it could be more subtle maybe bruhhhh)). Ok haha, maybe that's asking too much, the writers made it clear in the story train ep that they weren't gonna do that big dramatic showdown (... unless 👀). Oh, I'd also love some Premium Angst too, like someone getting kidnapped/nearly dying (like ACTUALLY nearly dying). These stakes better be so damn high I could spear a man on them! OH, also I remember androgynousblackbox (is that right? I hope it is) mentioned something along the lines that they could be driving Rick and Morty apart this season in order to have them come back together stronger than ever in an explosive finale, which, I'm strongly hoping for myself.

Thanks if you made it this far! If you have any thoughts on or hopes of your own for the finale please feel free to share! :D

#ohmygod im sorry #i rambled way too long #akdjsksaksn #someone needs to take this phone away #also AGAIN im not shitting on s5 as a whole i actually quite like it #its just the RaM dynamic thats lacking #but again that could be intention so ig we'll see #RaM #rick and morty #meta #?#long post #citrus speaks #oh wait i should probably tag to be safe #rickorty mention

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shizzlinghotbrason · 3 years

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ok so nearly everyone in the fandom is doing this and as sad as it is that we need to remind these simple things to people, I feel the need to talk about this too.

I won't make this too painfully long because I know y'all most likely already know this and I just wanna put out a basic list of shit you should always follow in the fandom. But for those who don't, a lot of fan content creators, be it artists or writers or just general fans trying to enjoy their time, have been leaving/quitting the fandom.

Why are they leaving, you ask? Toxicity. Toxicity nearly everywhere. People can't hold respectful debates or discourses on interesting topics regarding characters/the books/ships anymore without someone toxicly stating that only their opinion is correct, and going off on anyone who has different opinions carried with a lot of aggressive, rude and shallow behaviour. Fanartists have gotten death threats and are scared of drawing art for the Riordanverse without getting anxious af.

Now the thing is, having done those (eXcepT for the death threats) doesn't automatically make u an entirely shitty person. Maybe you made a mistake and came off as rude without rlly meaning to. That's okay. Here's how to identify if u ever did so, and to change that behaviour. Again, it's okay to make mistakes, but we rn as a fandom srsly need to try to turn things around.

Some basic shit you should remember being a part of the fandom:

• NO NSFW STUFF WITH MINORS!!! That means fanarts, fanfics etc. But here's the shocking thing- when someone does this, you can actually hold them accountable WITHOUT SENDING DEATH THREATS AND CROSSING THE BOUNDARIES! Cuz doing that only makes YOU stoop just as low. Pl e a s e remember that always and be respectful whatever you do.

• That being said, ppl are allowed to write nsfw stuff IF said characters are aged up, aka 18+. Ofc, it's a must that they put a content warning beforehand because many people may not want to read that. BUT, if you don't want to read it and if they've aged up the characters so nothing's morally wrong or gross, then please do NOT hate the author in the comments, do NOT report their post/account. Seriously dude, they gave warnings, if you don't want to read it just scroll past it's not that hard. Unless it's with minors, you shouldn't be reporting innocent ppl's accounts like that.

• one thing that I've seen a lack of in the fandom are trigger warnings. I've seen several fics whose covers are literally of blood. And entire chapters were written with intricate graphic descriptions yet with no trigger warnings or a tw wayyy down in the caption. you never know what may be triggering to someone if a lot of ppl see ur content but the least u can do is put trigger warnings on the most common stuff. I get that it may look aesthetically matching if it's a murder mystery sorta fic but isn't the well being of people more important?

• look I'm not saying you're not allowed to have opinions, but the problem is when you start treating your opinions like facts. I can't count the times I've seen someone state their opinion like it's facts and then trash on other's for having a different opinion. PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO HAVE DIFFERENT OPINIONS. Stop attacking people for liking Jason more than Percy or vice versa, there's no rule that you absolutely have to like one or the other, ppl can like who they want. When you're stating UR opinion, it would be nice if you used stuff like "I personally think that..." or "... that's just my opinion" because again, Ur opinion is just that, not a fact.

• if you can't have discourses or discussions about certain topics respectfully and nicely then don't have them. if someone's done nothing wrong but state their opinions and you don't like it, don't go attacking them. if you don't have anything good to say, shut up and just scroll past. it's not that hard. we don't need any more negativity in the fandom. If you feel like you're about to snap, mute or block the account you don't like and move on with life. But for the love of GOD don't go out of your way to be agresive or hateful to ppl. They have feelings too and run fan accounts for fun, not to get upset and hurt.

• when a fan account owner has made a post saying what they think of a certain topic, and you comment saying you think they're wrong and they reply that you didn't get the point of their post, then chances are you most probably actually did not understand what they were saying. when this happens, pls don't go on forcing ur opinion onto them as if you got what they meant when you didn't. Maybe next time when someone says you didn't get what they were saying, ask them nicely to explain it to you instead of going off like that?

• firstly, shame on you if you've ever run a hate account. just why? how much more negativity do you want to add? if you come across a hate account please please report it and block it and tell your friends to do the same. if you're targeted in a hate post, I'm so sorry, please know that they're shallow ppl just trying to make you feel shitty, you're dont have a trashy fan account; what they say is false and done purely to spite. report and block them.

• I know Rick has written a lot of racist bullcrap and hasn't batted an eye when we complained about them, but that still doesn't give you the right to send him death threats. Again, no death threats to anyone, yikes.

• don't use fanart that's racist. don't repost them either. Piper has feathers in it? don't repost it. also if you can't exactly and properly credit artists, don't repost their art saying "credits to the artist". I've done that before too but now I understand that's not right.

• also, while we're at it, can we all please universally agree on non-racist fanon stuff and get rid of racist canon stuff? like Piper and feathers, and piper & hazel with colourful and golden eyes, Piper's stupid not like other girls behaviour, and all the other bullshit Rick has put into the books. We as a fandom don't accept it and pretend they do not exist, no racism in this place 🥰‼️

• ppl are allowed to have their own headcannons, it doesn't matter what's cannon. Don't go "but in the books it's.." because in the books there's a lot of shit, and besides, if someone wants to headcannon Percy as brown? black? totally alright! they're allowed to do so! don't go bUt pErCy iSnT pOc iN tHe bOoKs. same goes with sexualities and etc headcannons. as long as they're not erasing the already representation of a minority, it's okay to have headcannons of your own. Like Hazel is canonically black and we should respect that and bring out the best of that, yk what I mean?

That's all I have to say for now. I'm usually a very light-hearted cursed meme account on here but things are getting out of hand. I was wanting to make my 8 yr old brother get into the Riordanverse fandom but seeing the situation of the fandom rn scares me. We need to think about the kids in the future who'll be in this fandom, whose lives will be changed and shaped by these books. Surely, the older people in the fandom before us would be utterly disappointed at what it's become and it's our job to constantly look out for the fandom.

If you're leaving/have left the fandom, I'm so sorry that it got to that point, but ur wellbeing comes first, do what you feel is necessary to feel better, all of us send lots of positive vibes towards your way! and to the peeps who've still decided to stay in the fandom and use their account to talk about this issue, I cannot express how thankful I am of you for doing such an important thing right now. And to everyone - as Harry Styles once said - treat people with kindness.

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kennibean · 4 years

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Soda and Steve; A Love Triangle Pt. 4

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3

Soda’s POV

I was at the DX and it was a slow day. I thought about how I was gonna ask Y/N to be something more than just friends. I didn’t want to go full out just in case. I rehearsed what I was going to say when it was time. In the middle of a sentence I heard a voice call out my name. Turning around, I saw Y/N standing right there. “Y-Y/N?!” I stuttered. “What are you doing...here?” I struggled for words and my face was hot.

“I was nearby, and figured you could use the help. And by help, I mean me stealing drinks from the icebox.” I tried to hide my face but we made eye contact. Her rich eyes gazed into mine and it felt like time was stopped. My chest fluttered and I wanted to make a move right there. But I held back.

“You okay Soda?” She asked. “You looked like you saw a ghost when I came in.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I replied. She knew I wasn’t though.

“You sure?” I nodded. “Ok. Anyways, what were you doing before I came in. You were talkin’ like you was askin’ a girl out or somethin’.”

I let out a quick sigh, “Yeah. Somethin like that. Got any advice?” I had hoped that maybe I would get something out of her point of view in hopes that it could help me.

“Well, if ya wanna get a girl...nothin’ gets her attention like confidence. Just don’t be cocky. Um, treat her like she is special, ya know? Don’t just ignore her either. Ya dig? That’s all I got.”

“Okay,” I started.

“So who is it?”

“Who?” I asked. Trying to play it off.

“The future girlfriend!” She punched my shoulder lightly.

“Possible girlfriend.” I corrected.

“Yeah yeah. What girl could say ‘no’ to the Sodapop Curtis.” My heart skipped a beat. Maybe I did have a chance.

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It was 10 pm and I grabbed my jacket. “Where you going?” Darry asked me. Thankfully he wasn’t in a terrible mood.

“Y/N’s house. Don’t worry Dar. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Alright.”

And with that I was off. Walking to her house I tried to settle my nerves. Hopefully she won’t throw a chair at me or something.

I arrived at the back of the house and tapped on the window to get her attention. The glass slid open and there stood Y/N in her short black dress, which she wore to bed. She looked stunning even without makeup. “What do you want Soda?!” She whisper yelled.

“Let me in.” I said, and she moved out of the way so I could climb in.

Your POV

Soda climbed in through the small opening and I threw on my nearest jacket in order to cover up at least something. “What do you need?” I asked. This time at a normal level.

“I came to talk to you.” He said. I cocked an eyebrow and motioned for him to sit on the bed. He took his jacket off and laid it on the chair.

“Hit me.” I said, taking a seat next to him on the mattress.

“I wanted to talk to you about...” he took a deep breath and I got a little worried. “About the girl I’ve been wanting to date.”

“Okay?” I was a little confused. And then I heard a loud voice.

“Y/N!” My mom called from downstairs. “Who the fuck are you talking to?! It better not be those dumbass boys again!” I then heard loud footsteps coming down the hall.

“Shit! It’s my mother. Soda, you gotta get.” I threw his jacket and him as he scrambled out the window. I then closed the door and jumped on my bed.

“Who was that?” She asked, her voice slightly lowered.

“Was just talking to Angela.” I pointed at the phone on the nightstand. Mom hated Soda and Steve with a burning passion. Come to think of it, the only friend of mine she liked was Angela. She gave a quick sweep around the room and closed the door. I then laid on my back and got lost in my thoughts. Why would Soda come to me for that? Why didn’t he just talk to Steve. Steve would’ve had better advice than me. Why me?

Soda’s POV

I kicked a rick on my way home. I would never be able to get a chance with Y/N. But I still wanted to try. I got home and Darry was watching TV on the couch. He turned to look at me as the door creaked shut.

“Hey little buddy,” he said. “You alright? You look kinda upset.”

“I’m alright Dar. Just had a close call with a couple of soca on the way home. No big deal.” I lied. Darry knew I was lying. Darry always knows if your telling to truth or not.

“Alright. Get yourself to bed you got work in the morning.” And I went to bed.

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The next movrning I woke up and headed to the school where I would always meet Steve and Y/N before their classes.

“...alright. Well, I’ve got work all day today, so see you later.” I heard a familiar voice say. I turned around to see that it was Y/N. She was standing next to Steve outside the school. Then Steve leaned down and gave Y/N a quick kiss.

I was broken.

A/N: Sorry this was a long chapter. I hope it makes up for the boringness of the last chapter. Thank you for reading!

#sodapop curtis #the outsiders #steve randle #the outsiders imagine #steve randle x reader #sodapop curtis x reader

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rickstexaschick · 6 years

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Rick’s Texas Chick: Chapter 7

This chapter was originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15183545/chapters/35229212

Instead of leaving, Rick stopped at the door and spoke quietly to Beth. She only overheard every word or so, but the gist was that he wasn’t hungry and how the rest of them needed to spend ‘family time’ together. His voice held a trace of sarcasm. She felt her heart leap and she lifted her head up.

He saw her face brighten when he returned to the room. He noticed that the tv was changed and said casually, “Hip hop, huh? Summer says this is booty call music. I just call it fuckin’ music, myself…”

She gasped, shocked, then scrambled to shift her position on the couch as he sat down next to her, his long leg lightly touching hers.

“Loo-oo-oks like you’re empty, babe.” She stared down dumbly at the empty glass in her hands. A lone olive rolled around the bottom. She’d even eaten the lemon peel. If she fixed herself another she’d most assuredly get drunk, and then she wasn’t sure what would happen.

He reached down and snagged the olive and popped it into his mouth.

“Let me,” he said, making the decision for her. He plucked the glass from her fingers and stood up and walked to the kitchen.

She heard the sound of ice hitting the glass, followed by the familiar sounds of the metal screw cap twisting off the glass bottle, liquor spilling out of the pour spout and onto the ice. A few more nondescript sounds, then he returned to her side and handed her the drink, complete with a fresh lemon peel and more olives.

“You ever think about just drinking this neat, without all that other shit in it?” He sat down next to her, his arm casually draped behind her across the back of the couch. He sat more closely than before, his leg was deliberately pressed up against hers and they sat, hip to hip.

She didn’t pull away. Instead she looked down at the glass, as if studying it. Fuck him, if he was going to make fun of her.

“Hell no.” She took a large drink. “I like all this ‘shit.’ Adds to the…to the…you know. To the whatever,” she ended somewhat lamely, waving her hand out in front of her, as if the answer was before them and he was the one too stupid to figure it out. Suddenly she was at a loss for words.

He’d watched her thoughts play out on her face and was pleased with her decision to put up a fight.

She turned to look up at him and attempted an explanation. “This is how my dad used to drink them. I made these for him all the time when I was little. After he got home from work.”

“In other words, you-uurp have daddy issues.” He smirked, looking down at her and raising half an eyebrow as he took the glass from her and drank from it. He liked watching her get all riled up.

Her mouth popped open in surprise. “I do not. I just…like to drink it this way.” She looked away for a moment before turning back to him, a little huffy.

“And just what does that mean, anyway? ‘Daddy issues.’” Her tone implied the air quotes. “What is that? Like, like I wanna fu-- have sex with my dad or something? That’s gross… I love—” she corrected herself with a hitch in her breath, “…loved my dad...” Her lip trembled and before she knew it her eyes began to tear up. Embarrassed, she turned away from him.

Too late, he remembered Beth telling him that her parents had passed away not too long ago.

“Naw, babe,” he said quietly. He gently turned her face back to him and reached up with a knuckle to wipe a tear before it fell. “It just means that you like to take care of the man in your life, and want to be treated the same way by him. That’s all.”

He was no longer laughing at her.

She gaped at him silently, realizing that he understood what she had never been able to understand or explain to herself. Her eyes stared up into his and she licked her lips without realizing it.

She didn’t know exactly where this was going, but she sure as hell didn’t want it to stop.

He smiled at her reassuringly and ran the back of his finger down her cheek in a soft caress.

The moment in time strung out between them. She stared up at him with naked longing, her eyes slightly out of focus from all the alcohol. His eyes smoldered as he stared down at her, and he seemed to come to a decision. He knew what she wanted. Hell, he sure knew what he wanted.

He just didn’t think the time was right. Yet. To use her words.

He smiled ruefully, amused with himself for being the one to put the brakes on for a change. He was usually…well, he was always the aggressor when it came to sexual encounters. But not when she’d gotten herself half drunk to get herself there. That was like fighting half the battle for him, and he preferred to win her over all on his own. At least for the first time. Maybe there was a time…no, there definitely was a time when he wouldn’t have cared either way. But not anymore. Maybe that was just another consequence of growing old.

He sighed and leaned forward, setting the glass on the coffee table.

“I think you need a good neck rub,” he said, turning her slightly away from him and positioning his hands on her shoulders, gently squeezing her with his long fingers.

She blinked in confusion as she felt herself being turned away from him. OK, so, who was she to turn down a massage, how often did a man offer to do that, after all…

…However, this was not how she’d imagined this would go.

“Ya got any lotion around, babe?”

Without looking, she gestured beside them, “In the drawer of the coffee table.” He opened it up, there was a whole lotta crap in there. Keeping one hand on her shoulder and rubbing her with his thumb, he rummaged around in the drawer with the other until he found a bottle that looked promising. He squirted some lotion on his hands, briskly rubbing them together to warm it up, then reached out to her shoulders and began to rub. She winced a little, in pain. His eyebrow rose up in mild surprise and he eased up his grip.

In spite of all the alcohol she’d consumed her muscles were indeed tight. Practically frozen in place. He didn’t think it was possible to function with such a tight set of muscles. This wasn’t just tension in a highly sexual situation. This was someone harboring some serious fucking issues. Which, as it happened, he knew that she was. His mouth formed a grim line, thinking about it.

At his touch, her shoulders tensed up slightly, then slowly she began to relax. His hands were warm and his touch sent tingles across her skin. “This feels so wonderful. It’s been a long time since…” ...since I’ve been touched by anyone, she wanted to say. “Things have just been really hard. This has been an adjustment. I’m not so great at handling change…”

“So, you - you moved yourself halfway across the country?” he chuckled softly. She shrugged in response.

Slowly, he worked the knots out, his large hands traveling down her arms to her hands, sliding his fingers through hers, gently gripping and encapsulating her hands beneath his, then trailing his fingertips lightly back up to her shoulders. She shivered silently, her skin erupting in goosebumps.

Over and over, his hands leisurely followed the same path. He could feel the tension slip away from her and eventually she sagged back slightly, as if she wanted to lie against him.

Gently, he held her slightly away from him. He grit his teeth with the mental effort it took to resist his natural urge to just ravage her right there on her couch.

He knew without any doubt that she would have let him if he tried.

His thumbs circled up the back of her neck as his fingers gently pushed against her scalp, then slowly pulled through her hair, making her scalp tingle. She hung her head forward, moaning with pleasure. The sound nearly made him lose his composure. He stilled for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Oh, please…don’t stop. That feels sooo good.” Her voice was deep and dreamy.

The quiet music emanating from the tv had a syncopated, sexualized bass beat, mocking him.

He shifted slightly and pushed her to lean forward a bit so he could continue down her back. Working through her top, his fingers massaged and kneaded their way over her shoulder blades and down her spine until the clasp from her bra impeded their course.

“You can take it off,” she said quietly, then weakly reached over her head with unsteady hands as she tried to pull off her blouse. He helped her slip it over her head, then slowly ran his fingers down her spine before reaching her bra. With practiced ease he undid the clasp and pushed the straps down off her shoulders. She shrugged out of it and dropped it to the floor.

In the dim light from the tv, he saw her breasts, the nipples tightening at being exposed to the cool air, before she turned away from him. She reached out to grab a throw pillow from the end of the couch and pulled it over, then turned away from him sharply at the waist so she could lay down, draping herself over the pillow with her arms hanging slightly above her head.

Twisted up like a pretzel like that wouldn’t be comfortable for long. Wordlessly, he stood up and lifted her legs and stretched them out behind her on the couch.

He stood over her momentarily, staring down at her. The scars across her back were faint, barely visible in the dim light. A horizontal mishmash of lashes. She mumbled into the pillow, then turned her head to the side, eyes closed.

“Please don’t go,” she whispered, misinterpreting his thoughts.

Throwing caution to the wind, he shrugged out of his lab coat and stepped out of his shoes before straddling her on the couch and sitting with his legs bent on either side of her. She stiffened underneath him when he settled against her, his erection pressed against her buttocks.

“Easy, baby. Relax. It’s under control,” he whispered. He resumed his ministrations. “Baby, you’re so strong, so beautiful…” His voice was soft, gentle, speaking the words she needed to hear.

A small sob choked from her lips, and he shushed her quietly, tenderly tucking her hair out of her face. His hands worked to ease the newly sprung up tension back out of her muscles. He continued speaking softly to her, telling her how brave she was to have made this move, bought this house, started a new job, all by herself…how much he admired that in her. And it was true. It reminded him of how hard Beth had worked to put herself through school so she provide for her family because her dumbshit of a husband, Jerry, wouldn't or couldn't.

His hands had moved down to the base of her back, his thumbs moving down just inside her pants to graze lightly over the tops of her buttocks before allowing his hands to flow upwards again. He whispered encouragement to her, acknowledged how he could feel the tension leaving her again.

“Good. That’s it, that’s the way, baby, let it go…”

She sighed deeply, visibly relaxing, and shifted underneath him, feeling her insides warming up. She subtly wriggled her pelvis into the cushions, pressing her thighs together slightly for relief, unconsciously rubbing herself against his cock with delicious softness.

He sucked in his breath, and leaned forward to whisper huskily in her ear.

“But unless you want me to nail your ass into this couch right now…”

His warm breath tickled and sent tingles down her body. She giggled into the cushion, her body rippling beneath him. He hissed in gentle warning and she stopped, sighing.

She turned her head to the side. “I like massages,” she said softly, as if there was any doubt.

He chuckled, “Who doesn’t?”

A dark expression traced across her face even though her eyes remained closed. “Not my ex.” Her voice lost its lighthearted tone.

“Le-e-et’s talk about something else,” he said quietly, and changed the location of his hands as if to help her change the subject.

She sighed, and after moment went on as if she hadn’t heard him.

“He was always such an asshole. Such…a complete and fucking asshole. My ‘ex-asshole.’ One of many...” Her voice remained quiet, emotionless. Almost as if she were remembering this part of her life from the detached perspective of an onlooker.

He massaged her lower back in silence, waiting for her to continue.

tbc

#Rick and Morty Rick Sanchez Harley Rick Rick's Texas Chick rickdicted

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skairy · 7 years

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Yes please! Give me stories! Give me details! Give me anecdotes! Meeting those boys is my actual dream.

Ok, so, basically, as I sat down and tried to respond to this, I became increasingly aware that during the Glorious Interaction I was extremely spaced out, and I am therefore struggling to remember specifics - but I’ve tried my best!!!!! Also it’s disgustingly long so if you want to read a short story/what is essentially a stream of consciousness diary entry, go for it, or alternatively I wrote a short summary at the end of the MAIN DISCUSSION POINTS.

Alright so basically, my pal Maria and I had actually gone to the first Melbourne CSH show the week before, that had been dope etc, but then my other friend Ab got a ticket to the second show and wanted me to accompany him. I wasn’t particularly keen to buy a ticket, ‘cause Maria and I had just been scammed trying to buy tickets for Laneway, so we wanted to save our money a little. Instead, Maria and I agreed to go hang with Ab and have drinks at the Gaso (the pub they were playing at).

When Ab went in to the show, Maria and I had a wonderful conversation with the bartender. Ab then messaged me all ‘oh my god they’re playing Sober to Death’ and I kinda freaked out, so the bartender, like, pulled some strings and got us in for free for the last half of the set!!!!!

Just like the first time, the show was fucking amazing ~ I honestly can’t talk it up enough! I’m not exactly sure how to explain what was so good about it - I mean, the music sounded great, but also like, it was a very fun and high energy performance.

So yeah, the gig finished, and I wanted to chill for a lil while to ensure I was alright to drive. It was pretty hectic inside the pub so we found a quiet little spot around the corner, and we sat down listening to some music/chatting.

THEN!!!!! After ~half an hr, Seth, Ethan and Will came around the corner!!!!

I mean, it was kind of weird, we were all just… sitting down on the street corner, huddled under some tree - I’m sure it was a very tragic sight.

As they were walking past we all just like, went silent. Ab and Maria eventually got up and approached the guys/their van (it was pretty hilarious to watch, they creeped over with such a bizarre mix of eagerness and tentativeness - it was like they were really bad actors in a movie about terrible thieves). Anyway I was still sitting ‘cause I felt kinda apprehensive - I didn’t want to be annoying/intrusive etc but at the same time…….. I wanted to meet these people who I obviously think are really cool.

But yeah I heard Ab ask for a photo, and saw the #Boys approach approach them, and my eagerness to join in (and lack of faith in Maria’s ability to take a decent photo) got the better of me so I leapt up and scurried over.

Ohhhhkay also lmao so, because Maria hadn’t actually intended to go into the gig that night, she’d done a little grocery shopping beforehand, and had bought a massive ass bunch of kale. So, I was carrying it with me when we approached the Boyz and like, for some reason, when it was my turn to get a pic, I decided it would be a good idea to be like ‘eyyyy Will lmao wanna like hold this kale haha it would be funny’ and he just like, so nonchalantly said something like ‘yeah alright,’ and proceeded to, well, hold the kale….. so, that awfully boring story about Will holding kale explains why, in my photo with them, Will is holding kale.

Anyway yah, as it turned out, they were waiting around for Andrew. So, ‘cause they weren’t super rushed or anything, we hung around making conversation. But uh, as I was rudely reminded of that night, both Ab and Maria are pretty quiet when they are meeting new people, so I (regrettably) took it upon myself to keep the conversation flowing and ended up just……… like…….. well I feel like I embarrassed myself by being too OTT.

My first topic of conversation was just like, talking about how sweet the live show was, which I think probably made them feel as embarrassed as most people are when they are paid compliments, so I was like ‘oh I’m sorry you probably get that a lot!’ but then Ethan was all ‘oh, no, not really!! Thank you!’ in a very genuine and appreciative way (I hope he never sees this and is like ‘wow - totally misquoted’ because I truly am doing the best I can to wrack my hazy brain).

Then we talked about how, the next day they were going to my hometown, Adelaide. Maria alleges that at that point Will mumbled ‘I’ve never been to Adelaide,’ but I guess I didn’t hear cause I was too busy saying something dumb like ‘haha yeah Adelaide is great!! We have uh…. some…… real good cafés!!!’ and then Ab interjected, talking some shit about my sweet city, to which Ethan replied like, ‘oh, no, I’ve only heard good things about Adelaide!’ which made me feel totally grateful and vindicated (but also slightly disbelieving - I mean, WHO was saying this nice stuff about Adelaide???).

At some point I complimented Ethan on his very cool outfit, and he told us that his denim jacket was given to him at a festival!!! I also told Will that his getup was very crisp (I explained that ‘crisp’ is my fav word for describing nice/cool/fresh things, because it’s just. a great word) and lmao I honestly can’t even remember how he reacted to that - I think partially that was ‘cause I was too nervous to look at him, and partially ‘cause he was probably tired and generally wasn’t reacting all that much.

I also started to talk about how we had gotten into the gig for free that night and then froze up and worried that was like, a social faux pas, but Seth and Ethan were all nah!!!!!! good on u!!!!! congrats!!!!

AND OMG I JUST REMEMBERED THIS - honestly this is more a story about me than anything else, but um, I was feeling very self conscious about how much I was talking, and my plan was to say something like ‘ahhhh ahah I feel like I’m steamrolling you guys’ to Maria and Ab, but then after I started the sentence, the only word my mind could summon was ‘rickroll,’ so I was freaking out for a few seconds, trying to remember the correct word, whilst also grappling with the image of a dancing Rick Astley in my head. It was 2 much.

Oh and yeah at the end, we went back and sat under our tree, but then I realised I’d left the bag of groceries over by the car. So, I had to like, slink back over to #TheBoys and be like eyyyyy guyzzz just picking up my groceries that I genuinely accidentally left over here Ha Ha not being a creep!!!! Then I yelled ‘sorry’ to Maria for having almost left her groceries behind, but, then, I think it was Seth, he thought I was talking to him and was like ‘haha?? don’t worry? it’s ok!’ with a slightly confused look on his face and idk I just died a little. I was like ‘ohhhh noooo not you’ but then that made it all more awkward. Truly cringe guys. Never meet ur Idols™ (jk) (sort of) (just be cool and not like me)

SHORT VERSION~

I had kale with me from a supermarket trip and I thought it would be funny to ask Will to hold it. He honestly reacted like it was nothing out of the ordinary to carry around bunches of kale and ask strangers to hold them in photos with you, which was both reassuring and disconcerting - anyway yea so that is why he is holding KALE in that photo.

We complimented them all on how awesome the live show was and I think they got a little embarrassed, but they were very friendly and receptive to the compliment.

We talked about my hometown, Adelaide - the next place they were going on the Laneway tour - and Ethan very enthusiastically told us he had only heard good things about it; i found that comment especially nice ‘cause a lot of ppl like to take the piss out of Adelaide lol.

We also discussed how groovy Ethan’s outfit was, and he told us he’d been given his denim jacket at a festival!!! so that was pretty cool.

I also told them we’d gotten into the gig for free (we’d already paid to see them the week before so it’s not like i’m a total sack) and seth and ethan were like wooooo good for u!!!!!!!

~~~erhmmmmm yah, i dunno i feel like this post is super boring and lame ‘cause, upon reflection, we didn’t really talk about anything of substance, but i still had a fab time. i hope u could find something of interest in this novella

#Anonymous #car seat headrest #will toledo #ethan ives #seth dalby #personal

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