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btsqualityy · 7 months

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BTS Dating Series #16: Nicknames

Members x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, fluff

Summary: Nicknames are an endearing sign of growing affection.

Warnings:n Some suggestive making out in Yoongi's part and just general suggestiveness in Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook's parts.

Kim Seokjin

The two of you were at Jin's apartment, moving around each other in the kitchen as you worked on preparing dinner.

"Hey Jinnie?" You called out to him. "How much gochujang am I supposed to put in here?"

"Hmm," Jin muttered as he stepped over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and hooking his chin over your shoulder. "I'm not entirely sure, jagi. This is Yoongi-yah's recipe and I doubt he'll answer the phone if I call because he's had his head stuck so far up his girlfriend's ass these days."

"First off, don't make fun of him," you huffed. "He really likes her and you need to be a supportive hung."

"Of course," Jin nodded dutifully.

"And secondly," you murmured as you turned around in his arms to face him. "Jagi? Why'd you call me that?"

"Well, it just felt natural," he shrugged. "Besides, you are my sweetheart. Do you not like it?"

"No," you smiled as you felt your cheeks warm up a little. "It's fine." You turned around without another word then and Jin smiled knowingly to himself, tightening his arms around you before pressing a kiss to your head.

Min Yoongi

"Fuck, I missed you so much," you murmured against Yoongi's lips as the two of you made out messily. After not being able to spend much time together over the last week, the two of you were eager to make up for lost time.

"I missed you more baby," Young replied huskily. "My pretty girl."

"Don't make me feel all lovey-dovey," you giggled. "It takes the lust away from this."

"Why not have both?" He suggested with a smirk, kissing you again before you even got a chance to respond. It didn't take long for your hands to start wondering and Yoongi's resolve broke when you reached down into his boxers.

"Fuck, come here Min," he huffed, quickly clutching your waist and changing your positions so that you were on your back on his bed, underneath him.

"Wait, what did you just call me?" You questioned breathlessly. "Min?"

"Shit, I didn't mean to say that aloud," Yoongi sighed.

"So you didn't mean it?"

"No, I did but I don't wanna freak you out."

"Why'd you call me that?" You pressed.

"It just...you feel like family to me already," he admitted with a sheepish shrug. "Like, like you're mines."

"Oh baby," you whispered, reaching up and cupping his cheek with your hand. "I am."

"Yeah?" Yoongi whispered as he lowered himself so that his face was near yours. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," you mumbled before kissing him firmly.

Kim Namjoon

"Oh my gosh," you giggled loudly from your place sitting across from Namjoon, instantly covering up your mouth so that you didn't disturb the other people who were dining around you. "You're too much. Why would you tell me about Jin eating that hot Chile in front of all these people?"

"Because I knew it'd make you laugh and I love seeing your smile," Namjoon admitted, making your cheeks warm up. "I feel like I haven't seen much of your smile these days."

"We've both been working," you shrugged, reaching out and picking up your wine glass. "I've missed you but I kind of like that we each have our own things going on, you know?"

"Trust me, I get it," he nodded in agreement. "And I missed you too." Just as you went to respond, you heard a buzzing noise and you realized that it was Namjoon's phone once he reached into his pocket. After looking at the screen, Namjoon looked back up at you with a sorry expression.

"If it's work, go ahead and answer it if you have to," you gave him permission. "I don't mind."

"You sure?"

"Positive," you smiled as you took a sip of your red wine. Namjoon answered the phone then, speaking in hushed tones since the two of you were in the middle of a restaurant.

"I'll look over the song as soon as I'm able to, Hob-ah but I can't now because I'm out with my girl," Namjoon murmured. "I'll call you later, ok? Ok." He hung up the phone then, smiling at you. "You ok?"

"More than ok," you nodded, your mind repeating the words 'My Girl' over and over again.

Jung Hoseok

"Hey baby, where are you?" You called out as you walked into Hobi's apartment, fresh from your workout and ready to see your boyfriend.

"In here!" He shouted from the living room and you walked that way, laughing when you saw Hobi's body strewn over the couch.

"And just how long have you been in this position?" You wondered as you walked over to him, sitting down next to his feet.

"About 10 hours and it's been amazing," he sighed dreamily. "How was work? And your workout?"

"Both good, productive," you shrugged.

"Enough to put you in a good mood?"

"I guess so," you shrugged.

"So much so that you called me baby," Hobi smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Is that weird?"

"Yes, coming from you," Hobi nodded. "Anything that you wanna talk to me about?"

"No," you shook your head. "I just, you always call me cute nicknames so I wanted to do the same for you."

"Well, I appreciate the gesture baby but I don't need a nickname to know how much you love me," Hobi reassured you.

"Alright, regular old Hobi it is then," you joked, making Hobi roll his eyes as you leaned over to press a kiss to his lips.

Park Jimin

"Jimin-ssi!" You shouted over the loud music that Jimin had blaring throughout your apartment, which was quickly becoming his as well these days. "What do you want for lunch?"

"What?!" He shouted back.

"Turn the music down and maybe you'll be able to hear!" You giggled and Jimin followed your suggestion, turning the Bangtan song down before walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Sorry baby," he murmured. "Repeat yourself for me?"

"I said, Jimin-ssi, what do you want for lunch?"

"Anything you make is fine, I'm not picky as long as you're cooking it," he shrugged. "Let me ask you a question though."

"What's up?"

"Why do you still call me Jimin-ssi?" He wondered. "I mean, we're long past strangers now, right?"

"Right but it just became a habit and honestly, I kind of like it," you smiled, glancing at him over your shoulder. "It's like our own little thing, you know?"

"I do know," Jimin nodded. "I like having us having a little thing."

"Oh, no you don't," you shook your head when Jimin began leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck. "I'm hungry!"

"So am I," he shrugged, making you laugh out loud as he continued to kiss you.

Kim Taehyung

"Mmm," Taehyung moaned deeply as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," you murmured back against his lips, receiving two quick presses of his lips to yours before he pulled away and moved his body so that he was now laying next to you instead of on top of you the way he had been. Needless to say, the two of you had enjoyed a slow morning and Taehyung had decided to give you an amazing wake up call.

"My gorgeous girl," he whispered as he intertwined one of your hands with his, leaning over and continuing to press open mouthed kisses over any piece of your skin that he could reach. "My love, my joy."

"Your joy?" You echoed, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"Yeah," he nodded. "You make me so happy, happier than I ever thought I could be with another person. Even if we're upset with each other, it still makes me happy to see you or talk to you. That's why it feels right to call you that."

"Tae," you huffed, closing your eyes once you felt the tears welling up in them.

"Aww baby," Taehyung chuckled fondly, opening his arms and allowing you to burrow into his side before he pressed a soft kiss to your head.

Jeon Jungkook

You rushed over to your front door once you heard the knocking, a wide smile on your face as you unlocked it and yanked it open.

"Hi baby," Jungkook grinned.

"Kook!" You squealed, rushing forward and literally jumping onto him. He caught you with a huff, laughing afterwards as you hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much!"

"I've only been gone for a week," he pointed out and you looked down at him.

"If you didn't miss me, just say that," you rolled your eyes.

"Of course I did," he smirked, making you suck your teeth before you kissed him passionately. Once the two of you had properly greeted each other, he set you down and you pulled him into your apartment before you shut the door behind him. "Hey, did you call me Kook when you opened the door?"

"Uh, yeah?" You shrugged with a laugh. "Is that not a nickname of yours?"

"It is, you've just never used it before," Jungkook replied. "I like how it sounds coming from you."

"Yeah? Well, if you want, I'll say it over and over again," you purred. "That is, if you can make me."

"That week I was gone must've dulled your memory when it comes to what I can do to you," he smirked. "Go get on the bed."

"Yes Sir," you winked, yelping when Jungkook reached down and smacked your ass.

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thebookreader12345 · 1 year

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Newborn

Pairing: Evan Hawkins x reader

Summary: Evan didn't think he could be any happier, but that all changes when he gets to hold his newborn son in his arms

Requested: Yes, by anonymous

Warnings: mentions of c-sections/surgery

Word Count: 1,165

"Hey beautiful," Evan greeted and peaked him head into our bedroom. "You up yet?"

"No," I grumble sleepily from where I was snuggled up in blankets. "I don't want to get up."

"But you have to get up," Evan retorted and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today's the day! We're finally gonna get to meet our little munchkin!"

"Please stop calling the baby that," I beg. "I'm only excited for today because we'll finally give the baby a name, and then you don't have to use that ridiculous nickname."

"You secretly love it," Evan teased and leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "Now come on and get up. We've gotta be at the hospital in like an hour."

"Ugh," I groan and sit up. "All right. I'll get ready then."

"How are you not as excited as me right now?" Evan asked. "I'm freaking out!"

"I am excited, honey. Seriously," I assure him and send a small smile his way. "I'm just not excited for this surgery."

"I get that," Evan confessed and put his face down by my swollen stomach. "You just had to make things difficult, didn't you?"

"Babies are breech all the time, Ev," I notify him. "It's actually pretty common. But I'm glad the date is finally here because in a few months I can get back to work!"

Evan laughed. "You and your work, Y/n. You're a workaholic!"

"I'm not a workaholic. I just love my job!" I defend.

I was working as a firefighter at Firehouse 51 on Squad 3 when Evan and I had met. He had worked with Violet on Ambulance 61 for a few shifts while Sylvie was off in Oregon visiting Matt. We hit things off right away, and the rest was history. I hadn't been able to work on Squad 3 since I found out I was pregnant, so it's been about 9 months. Luckily, Chief Boden let me work in the office with Kylie so that I could still be around everyone.

"I know you do, Y/n," Evan confirmed and hopped off the bed. "I've got all of the hospital bags downstairs by the door, so as soon as you're ready, we can head to the hospital."

In no time, I was all dressed and got myself situated in the passenger seat of the car. Evan loaded the rest of our things into the backseat, and within half an hour, I was set up in my hospital room in the labor and delivery wing of Chicago Med. I was on my phone when Evan walked in with the ice chips I had asked for, and he set them down on the tray next to my bed.

"Thanks," I murmur and continuing typing away at the keypad on my phone.

"Who are you texting?" Evan inquired.

"I was texting my mother that we got to the hospital. But then Stella texted the group chat with me, Sylvie, and Vi, and now they're blowing it up with messages on how excited they are to meet the baby. The amount of emojis being used right now...." I trailed off and placed my phone on the table next to me. "I need a break."

"I think I can provide a distraction from that. Since the moment's finally here, what do you think? Boy or girl?" Evan posed.

"I know that you and all of the guys at 51 want it to be a boy," I bring up. "And the fact that your side of the family is mostly guys only helps with that."

"But?" Evan prompted.

"But nothing. I'd be happy with either," I admit. "I think a girl would be easier, especially if I'm gonna be doing this whole parenting by myself for the first few months."

"Whoa whoa whoa," Evan interrupted. "What gave you the idea that you'd be doing this all alone?"

"Well I just figured that it'd be hard for you to take all that time off," I reason.

"Y/n, you and I are in this together. I already put in time off for the first week after the baby is born, and after that I'll only be going in 3 days a week instead of 5 with shortened hours," Evan informed me.

"You're the best, Ev. I love you," I say and lean over to peck his lips.

"I love you too," Evan returned. "Not get some rest. You're gonna need it. That means you too, munchkin."

A Few Hours Later........

"You doing okay?" Evan asked from where he was seated next to my head in the operating room.

"Yeah," I reply. "I'm good. Are you okay? You look like you're about to start bouncing off the walls."

"I might just do that," Evan revealed jokingly as his foot tapped anxiously against the floor. Suddenly, it felt like a huge pressure was lifted off of me, and then crying pierced the air.

"Congratulations you guys. You're now the parents of a healthy baby boy," the doctor announced.

"Did you hear that, Y/n? We have a son," Evan gushed.

"You do. And he's beautiful," the nurse told us and placed the baby on my chest.

"He's got your nose, Ev," I note as I held the baby against me.

"That he does," Evan agreed and pressed a kiss to my head.

The next hour or so was a blur. The rest of the surgery went by pretty quickly, and before I knew it, we were back in the recovery room excited to spend time with our newborn. The nurse wheeled our son into the room and placed him into my arms, and the baby cooed softly.

"You guys have a beautiful son," the nurse asserted.

"Thank you. Um, our co-workers and family are waiting for a name and a picture," Evan claimed and held up my phone. "They can't come in until after work. Would you mind taking a picture for us?"

"I would love to," the nurse responded and took my phone. As soon as she took the picture, the nurse handed the phone back to Evan and excused herself from the room.

"All right dad. Here you go," I offer and pass him our baby in exchange for my phone. "I know you've been dying to hold him."

"Hey munchkin," Evan greeted softly and rocked the baby back and for.

"Evan, we agreed that once the baby was born you wouldn't call him that," I lecture.

"Sorry," Evan apologized and stared down at the baby lovingly. "Hey, James. Welcome to the world buddy."

As Evan was busy gushing over the baby, I was typing out a text message to all of Firehouse 51. They were very impatient, so I figured I should do this now rather than later. I sent the picture that the nurse had just taken, and below it I typed out a text before hitting send.

"Welcome the newest addition to the Firehouse 51 family, James Christopher Hawkins."

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cybertroniannugget · 6 months

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Pangea and mt Vesuvius

Not what I originally intended to post here, as I'm writing some spice at the moment but THIS is what my mind was occupied with all freaking day... The whole desaster takes place somewhere in the first movie or between 1 and two. Some details are changed up Which I did on purpose. I know all the movies from start to finish because the hyperfixations are hyperfixating real hard right now.

This is just a random story of how I get idk let's say teleported into the bayverse movies and how I'd probably handle that.

While I sprinkled in a bit more confidence than I actually got, I think it's an accurate representation of what kind of person I am: always cracking jokes, overthinking EVERYTHING, random useless knowledge that turns out to be somewhat useful.

About this fic: sfw, implied romance with OP, trans ftm character, no reader just Alex, confused Autobots they still need to learn so much about earth and everything, I also don't know okay?

This is just me struggling while simping hard for Optimus.

But we still ain't know what fucked up big M's navigation system when he crashed. Infact, why are all of our navigation systems useless here?! ", Jazz adressed, arms crossed over his chassis. "We all be getting lost all the time.

"I think I know why"

Oh please, why did I speak up just now...

All optics and eyes were fixed on me as I said that, making me immediately regret opening my mouth in the first place but here we are now.

"What? Maybe your systems think you're on Pangea.", I said, taking in the same position as Jazz by crossing my arms over my chest.

Optimus leaned closer, one servo on the railing, blue optics studying me thoroughly as to look for any signs of lie in my attitude.

"Pangea? May you elaborate?"

Hearing this deep voice so full of interest made me feel things honestly.

"The supercontinent. Wait, Imma show you."

I take out my phone, careful not to reveal the background, because I couldn't find the time to change it yet.

"Here, this is earth today. You see everything, Europe, Asia, South and North America, Autralia, Greenland and all the islands in the oceans."

"And this is Pangea, it broke apart into the continents as we know them today about 200 million years ago. This is probably what Megatron had in mind. See? When you look at a map of earth today you might think, if you turn south America around and snug it up to north America, they fit like a puzzle. It's because they were together as part of the supercontinent. Or push it up to Africa, same thing. Just squish it all together"

"That human is incredibly well educated.", Ratchet chimed in.

"That human has a name and thank you."

"But why did that happen? It makes no sense.", Ironhide complained, lifting one servo as to show his frustration in what I just said.

"If I may...", I look at Lennox, awaiting some kind of approval to continue. He nods and so I proceed with my explanation.

"Well, I don't know how to explain it scientifically, but I'll try to make it understandable."

Optimus nods, listening carefully. How do these highly educated space robots not know about that? But who am I to judge, they aren't from here so I can't expect them to know everything about earth.

"I think it probably started because of something called mantle convection. That means the heat from earth's interior rises up to the hardened crust. That caused it to break open, creating a volcanic rift zone. The cracks went further, the tectonic plates drifted apart. The rifts filled with water over time and while the plates drifted farther away, the oceans were formed. Or something like that I don't know but today we've got 6 continents."

Always undermining everything I say, great job on trying to act confident...

"And Greenland, I don't discriminate.", I added as some people eyed me.

"But I don't know if Pangea is what your systems used as the base to calculate. There were other tectonic combinations even before that, but it's a wild guess I'd say. I am certain it was one of them."

As I was explaining, Optimus' gaze changed to a warmer tone and I could feel my pulse rise to my ears. He was just so beautiful, and seeing him for the first time in person made my heart flutter uncontrollably. I wish I could tell him how I feel,

But this is real. No scenarios, no daydreaming or fanfiction. It was as real as it could get. Damn it, I wanted to shift here, not get teleported or whatever caused me to end up here with all of them. I hope we can atleast become friends. No need to get my hopes up though.

"Alexander?"

The baritone voice of the Prime pulled me out of my thoughts about him.

"Hm?"

"What kind of heat were you talking about?"

"Oh that. Well, starting at earth's core, it's liquid magma. It's really hot, like 5.200 Celsius hot. 9.000 something Fahrenheit for the Americans here..."

This was met with laughter and I continued with my lesson or whatever you might wanna call it I don't care, I'm struggling here okay?

"The further you go up, the 'cooler' it gets.", I say, underlining the word cooler with my hands in a joking matter.

"They probably got fancy scientific names but don't ask me which. Anyways shit's really hot. And it's what shoots up from volcanoes.", I finish as I look into a round of confused optics and a few tilted helms.

"Volcanoes? When tectonic plates crush against each other, or built up pressure is released, no?"

They all look at eachother, chuckling coming from my fellow humans around me.

"Okay here, that's mt vesuvius, big ass volcano."

"Sometimes these mfs shoot lava from this hole up there, pretty fascinating and scary at the same time.. It looks like this.", I add as they look at the pictures, not knowing whether to be amazed or afraid.

"The glowing stuff you see here is the lava. When it's still underneath the crust it's called magma."

"Are there many on earth?"

"Yup, don't get too close."

Optimus' optics widen at that statement of mine

"Don't worry bossbot, not on this island. The closest from here is next to Madagascar, Africa. Unless you decide to swim a few rounds up there there's no need to get worried."

The Prime relaxes, shoulders dropping while optics still focused on me.

Why is he looking at me like that? I mean I ain't complaining but if he continues like that Imma internally combust.

"You explain everything so well Alexander."

"Please, call me Alex. Alexander seems so long."

The Prime nods understandingly. "Very well then, Alex."

Oh god make it stop. I love you so much Optimus please...!

"His heart rate just shot up exponentially.", Ratchet mentioned and it was right then and there that I wanted to vanish, dissappear, sink into the ground, never to be seen again.

"Haha yeah, chronic Tachycardia, no need to worry."

That was a lie. Yes, my pulse is through the roof right now, but I've got no heart disease.

As I was met with confusion from every bot except Ratchet I explained before any questions could be asked.

"It's a general term to describe an elevated heartrate. You know, the thing in a human's chest that pumps blood through our body."

"Blood?"

"Oh come on. Okay, well then I can explain that to you guys later. And answer any questions you have as it seems no one else here cares about your education on earth and it's inhabitants.", I say grumpily, looking at Lennox, who raised his hands in defeat.

"I can see us becoming friends Alex.", Jazz laughed.

"Looking forward to it!", I said, pointing fingerguns at the silver bot, which is met with more laughter.

"Okay, class is over, what are we gonna do now?", Ironhide asks into the round of bots and humans.

I just shrug, looking at Optimus, who was still looking at me. But when I looked at him, he quickly looked away to Ironhide.

Cutie~

"Alex seems to know so much, why not ask her?."

That statement of a bystanding soldier was met with a glare from Optimus.

"Alex is a he, you better make sure to remember that!"

They went to protest, but Optimus wouldn't let them. "Unless you wish to get what humans call fired."

Oh shit he's really mad...

"I will make sure of that if you continue your unreasonable behavior."

As he said that I could swear I saw the soldier shrink right then and there infront of my own two eyes.

He looks at everyone. "This counts for everyone here. You will respect Alex."

Oh god, he's standing up for me I can't please marry me Optimus, like right now!

"Okay, lessons aside.", Epps put a hand on my shoulder, smiling. "You were great by the way. I think we can use that for good."

He looked between everyone, a stern expression replacing the warm smile, hand leaving my shoulder. "As much as of a crucial hint this is, we can't know for sure what's exactly causing the malfunction. Better dig people."

True honestly, but HOW is anyone supposed to figure it out without cutting someone open? Megs maybe...?!

"Something's on your mind again, I can see that.", Bumblebee said with snippets over the radio.

"What, me?! It's nothing."

"Nothing?!", Jazz protested. "You just gave us the best clue we could ask for. I'm no Optimus Prime but I can say that I wanna hear ya out my man."

He looks up at Optimus, who was looking at me again after listening to his lieutenant.

"I must say, that you have given us great insight on your mental capabilities Alex."

He leans closer and it took everything of the mental capabilities he just mentioned to not kiss him right here right now.

"Well uh, it's just some kind of impulsive thought. You know, the ones you can't really control...",I said nervously, one hand behind my neck, avoiding everyone's gaze.

But he didn't budge, only blinking once while awaiting an answer.

"Okay, you're not budging I see. Fine."

Taking a deep breath and regretting every life choice I had made up until that point, I went on. "Look, I don't know anything about Cybertronian culture and how things are handled. Especially this right here. Us humans, we always wanna know what exactly caused certain events. For example death here. So we came up with analyzing the body of the dead by cutting them open and stuff, it's called autopsy. Maybe, just maybe we could find something. I know Megatron ain't dead but he's in some sort of... Stasis? Someone could check his navigation system and maybe find the cause for the disruption."

I lower my shoulders, trying to be as small as I possibly could infront of Optimus, who's gaze I couldn't quite interpret.

"On Cybertron, there is quite a similar practise."

"So you're saying it's worth a shot, Prime?", Ironhide asks, unsure of what to think of the situation. "But he's not dead, as Alexander pointed out correctly.", Ratchet added.

Optimus turned around to face his Autobots.

"This may be our only chance. We must take it. For the sake of both worlds. This war has been going on for so long, we cannot let this hold us down. And now it seems there is a way to find out why this is happening. We will fix it, together."

Now it was on Lennox to speak up again.

"So we gon' dissect Megatron? I'm all in honestly. That fucker did enough damage."

My eyes widen at that. "They're not gonna kill him!" Unsure of the righteousness of what I just said I looked at Optimus, who nodded.

"See? They're just gonna take out the navigation system and leave."

"Ooh, big M is gonna be SO mad when he finds out."

"He won't.", Optimus retorted with an absolute certainty in his voice.

"Alright then, it's settled. Prepare people and gather as much information as possible for this mission and await any orders from Big O!"

And with that final order of Lennox the soldiers scattered around, leaving immediately.

Okay great, I'm gonna go be useless again wohoo.

"Alex?"

I look toward the sound of the voice I already grew to cherish. "I know, I know. I ain't accompanying you. I'd die if I did, already know that."

The Prime nods.

"I am glad you understand."

I love you so much I wish I could tell you...

As he remained standing there I grew nervous, fidgeting with the strings of my hoodie.

"Is there something you need?"

"Wha- me? No! Just... go be a hero.

You know you're good at it."

I clear my throat, pretty sure Optimus could hear my pulse. "But remember to take a break sometimes. I always see you up and about."

Did I overstep? I knew it. Chance blown. Goodbye earth. No romance.

"I highly appreciate your concern Alex."

He's always saying my name help. Is he just being polite or what does this mean?!

"There is this human saying. What was it again? I grab it with my heart...?"

Please he's so cute I can't~

"I'll take it to heart was it probably. It means to honor someone's wishes as you see them important."

He tilts his helm in question. "The person or the wish?"

That is when I think all the 5 liters of blood inside my body went up to my face.

Keep calm, stay cool Alex. Don't embarrass yourself.

"It's up to the person saying that."

Whatever higher power there is, please help me!

"You deem my wellbeing as important and so do I"

Phew, that was close...

"Can it be both?"

WHAT

"Eh, sure. There's always room for interpretation."

I guess...?

What has my life come to? They probably think I'm a know it all person. I gotta keep my damn mouth shut from now on.

"Very well then Alex, I look forward to working with you."

I only nod, trying not to get lost in those beautiful blue optics.

"I'm sure it's gonna be great Optimus!"

Unless I unsubscribe from life because a Deception squishes me...

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yuus-sentient-teddy · 1 year

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"Yuu-Yuu hurt." Part 7

Part 1 | Part 6 | Part 8

'You can't stop death from doing their job,' something inside of them whispers. 'It doesn't matter what he or anyone says. Death will do what it will and it will take him away. He may be gone right now, and you couldn't even say good-bye to him.'

'Stop,' they hiss back at the thing. The first time it reared its ugly head, they thought it was a voice in the back of their mind, another scary thought that would pop up sometimes like their other thoughts. As it began to grow and twist around their heart like a boa constrictor, they realized that it wasn't just another thought. It was something worse.

'That good-for-nothing headmaster hasn't done a single thing to help you. He left you to figure it all yourself when you don't even know what sources can be trusted.'

'I've had help. We've made progress.'

'But no solution. Hasn't it occurred to you that even if you're running through the dark, you might not be running towards anything because there's nothing to run to? That there's no light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe that's why the headmaster hasn't helped you since you enrolled.'

'I. . . I don't know that.'

"Yuu!" They blink rapidly, pulled back to the warehouse in the forest. Around them are concerned faces.

"Are you okay? You were staring and not saying anything." Grim is gazing up at them, paws on their thighs. They then realize that their teddy bear had been tugging on their shirt and pat its head, noticing their hand trembling.

"Y-yeah. I just. . ." They falter, their heart being squeezed. "How much longer am I supposed to wait until I can go home?"

There was a moment of silence. The teddy bear moves in to give them a hug. "I can't imagine what it's like to miss your family like that. I'm sorry you're feeling that way," Kalim says quietly. "And your dad too. You both must miss each other so much."

They don't say anything. Kalim puts a warm hand on their shoulder, even though there are short dark wisps outlining their body that Kalim thinks is just his eyes tricking him. "If you need a hug or help in your search for home, we can do that. All you need to do is ask!"

"And you always found a way, Yuu, even if things seemed against you." Deuce smiles encouragingly.

"It's definitely been a big help when the Overblots happened. You keep freaking out about a lot of things, but you're actually tougher than you think and have the brains to go with it," Ace says.

"Yeah! And you have me and your teddy bear. Nothing went wrong when you had us by your side, but especially your benevolent boss, the Great Grim!" He puffs out his chest with a proud grin.

Yuu wants to accept Kalim's hug. They want the reassurance that everything was going to be fine, that a solution would be found soon, that they will see their dad again. They want to be held warmly like they would hug their teddy bear, but a voice inside of them freezes them in place with its whispers.

They all say this, but the next time someone Overblots, you might not come out alive. You barely survived the last one after all.

It might not be an Overblot, even.

Your friends and classmates, they have something that enables them to survive better in this world. The battles have proved that.

What would have happened if your teddy bear hadn't been with you? It will only be a matter of time before something goes wrong.

You would not have a chance to say good bye.

Yuu takes a shaky breath in. "It's so easy for all of you to say that."

Yuu's head rises, a wry smile on their lips. "You're right, Kalim, you can't imagine that because your family is a phone call away. I can't even send a letter to my dad."

(For a moment, they feel regret upon seeing Kalim's hurt face. He was only trying to help.)

The squeeze in their heart had slowly strengthened as their friends talked. At this point, it felt like their heart was a fruit in a hydraulic press; things were starting to spill out, but very soon, it would burst into a million pieces. "And I'm not tough. I'm not strong like all of you. You're better than me. I'm. . . I'm scared."

There. They said it.

"You don't know how terrified I am of the Overblots. It's more than you can imagine. I still get dreams about Riddle's and Leona's and everyone else's, and I sometimes see one of you guys getting impaled or lose an arm or just straight-up die." Their voice warbled at the word. In the corner of their eye, they notice Jamil grimacing. Their face feels hot and tears are regathering, blurring their vision once more.

"I miss my friends. I wonder if they'll still be there when I go back. I'm afraid of never being able to say good-bye to them or my dad. . . and my dad being gone already."

"Hang on, we don't even know if he's dead or not!" Ace swiftly points out.

"Did you already forget what I--huh?" Ruggie wonders if the wisps have gotten longer or if it was just him. Anyway, he doesn't like what he's seeing. "Hey, Yuu--"

"Yuu-Yuu!" the teddy bear yells, finally getting their attention. Their face crumbles when they see its worried face. They pet its head.

"You're the only thing I have from home, but people keep pretending to hurt you. I wish you would be more careful and I wish they would just stop. I don't know what I'll do if you die. And you all!"

They glare tearfully at those surrounding them. "I don't have magic to protect me when someone shoots something from their pen! I know one of these days, I'll catch on fire because I wasn't looking and. . . and. . ." They take a breath, but it sounds more like a sob. "Brains and toughness doesn't matter if I can't protect myself from magic spells."

"I just can't understand," they say, their voice deep with grief. "We're in a world of magic, anything can happen! Multiple Overblots happened and it's supposed to be a rare thing! I could fucking die!"

"Wait, this aura!" Ruggie recognized it now. He saw it surround Leona and Azul right before they Overblotted.

"It can't be. . . !" Kalim says almost breathily, eyes wide in fear and concern.

"Everyone, get back!" Jamil yells. He pulls Kalim away by the arm while the others hurry to their feet. Ace snatches the teddy bear out of Yuu's hands and doesn't look to see their reaction. The awoken survivors and his schoolmates and friends had been watching with concern when Yuu started yelling, but now were scrambling to move away.

"Why can't the headmaster--of all his god damn graciousness--understand how much it's all killing me?"

A shockwave sends everyone in the room flying towards the walls. Thankfully, no one gets too close to hitting the hard surfaces, but in exchange, they get scraps and bruises from the floor.

When they look up, an ink monster in the form of a bear towers over the Ramshackle Prefect, its glass-container head missing the cork. Their outfit is a patchwork of the clothes they had been wearing when they got whisked away and pieces of ink-stained fabric. It's impossible to tell what the patterns are, if any, and accessories hang on like hastily glued random objects on an art project, incomplete and the purpose only assumed. The lining where their clothes and fabric meet are covered by thick, solid blobs of ink.

They breathe in and out heavily, droplets of ink running down their forehead as though someone had dropped a bucket of the liquid on them. Their eyes are wide and gaze ahead at nothing specific.

The ink monster snorts and twitches. It suddenly throws its head back as Yuu opens their mouth, and together, they let out a guttural roar and scream.

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The dorm leaders were stunned silent.

"Oh my." Malleus whips around and glares at the kidnapper.

"What did you do to them?" he growls.

"Nothing more than what I did with the other orphans, and you can see that those orphans are fine. Most importantly, aren't they supposed to be magicless?" The kidnapper spoke lightly and conversationally, a small smile on his lips and eyes wide, hinting of madness.

"Whether they have magic doesn't matter. Tell us what you did," Riddle demands. At the same time he spoke, the kidnapper continued.

"Although--and this is what amazes me--aren't they also a student at a prestigious magic school? There's magic abound and I'm sure there will be amazing, rare phenomena as a result of powerful people attending at the same time."

"Are you suggesting this is our fault?" Leona cut in.

"Oh, no, only speculating. But..." The kidnapper slyly tilts his head. "If you want to acknowledge anything. . ."

"How dare you insinuate such a thing!" Malleus roars, smoke beginning to plume out of his lips. The dorm leaders beside him lean away.

"Malleus, wait." Lilia touches his arm, body relaxed and tone unbetraying of anything. "We need him alive to face the consequences."

"Perhaps you may not have done anything," the kidnapper says, "but the rest of the student body might. Usually, those with magic are revered for just that. Ego is bound to be stroked, and it must be baffling or downright ridiculous that a magicless nobody was accepted with no issue. Someone like that doesn't belong in a prestigious school like Night Raven College."

"From the way you describe them, you don't believe they have a spine," Vil observes, crossing his arms with a glare. "It takes more than just magical capabilities to stay at this school."

"Whether or not they do have a spine--and I am sure they do if they can get through their school days surrounded by chaos without fail--doesn't change the fact that something has been haunting them to make THIS happen. If I'm not mistaken, emotional distress can catalyze Overblots."

"Wait a moment, all those times their teddy bear told us that they were hurt. . ." Riddle murmurs.

"They must have been keeping something to themself," Azul quietly says.

"That still doesn't explain why they--a 'magicless nobody'--Overblotted," Leona says. "So? Are you going to tell us or not?"

He turns his head, as do the other dorm leaders, after another shockwave pushes them, coupled by a roar and a scream. Some of the others are carrying or holding up survivors, in the middle of bringing them out of the warehouse, and the rest are standing by remaining survivors or are lifting their pens to cast another spell.

"Perhaps that can be saved for later. You all have much bigger and badder things to contend with and I certainly don't mind waiting and watching."

The kidnapper is knocked out with a punch.

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Fireballs, lightning strikes, sparks of void or light, and icy projectiles. Sometimes, the boys thought Yuu was mimicking their spell-casting movements. The worst attack, though, had to be when the ink monster roared: though protection spells have kept them from flying away, the sound shakes them to their core. It steals the breath from their lungs and dredges up a feeling of dread.

It doesn't help that Yuu screams with the monster. They're stressed, that much is clear, and their tears are mixed with the ink that dribbles from their forehead. But the single cry at the end of some screams sounds like a cry of sadness, like you would hear from a lost child. One of the survivors even began to cry, and it was the same person who was holding onto Yuu's panicked teddy bear.

Finally, all of the survivors were brought to safety. At the same time, Idia's tablet finished rebooting, having been affected by the first shockwave. "Ortho! Are you there?"

"I'm here, Nii-san!" He lets go of the tablet.

"Perfect timing," says Vil. "Idia, can you search up anything about magicless humans that have Overblotted?"

"Wait, what? Hang on, did I just hear you say 'magicless human' and 'Overblot' in the same sentence? Shouldn't you know by now that that's imposs--" Vil huffs and turns Idia's tablet towards the battle, just in time for someone to hit the ink monster with wind magic. ". . . What the actual fuck?"

"Nii-san, I tried searching on my own, but I haven't been able to find a single reliable source that can help with this," Ortho explains. "Can you try finding something on your end?"

"I don't think there will be anything. Overblots happen because a magician goes way below the MP bar, like fantastically below, while having a mental breakdown. Average people like Yuu don't have MP bars, so there's not going to be any results if I search."

"Can you please try anyways?" Ortho begs. "There might be something that can tell us how to safely handle this."

After a brief moment of silence, Idia sighs. "All right. I'll look."

"Has anyone noticed that they haven't said anything?" Grim asks.

"You know, that is kind of weird," Floyd remarks. "But then again, this isn't a usual case."

He and those around him put up a barrier when the ink monster roars. "Ughhh, this is getting old! When can we stop holding back? Sea lion and some of the others sure aren't."

"We don't know the effects of casting magic on Yuu in this state. It's possible that the reason they're like this is because they gathered magic from being around us," Azul says.

"I get that, but the last times we fought an Overblotted person, we used magic on them and they came out fine."

"We can't take any risks. . ." But Azul knew that not giving their all also had the same risks. It was absolutely frustrating!

"Nope. Nada. Zero results."

"Then. . . all that's left is to fight them?" Ortho says.

"It worked on the other problem children, it might work on them."

"If that's the only way to bring them back to their senses, then there's no point in hesitating. Come, we must let the others know," Vil says.

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As the spells intensified, so did the spells Yuu sent out. The ink monster began to get more aggressive too, leaping away from Yuu to pounce on the boys or claw at them, but it immediately returned to Yuu's side whenever they got hit, growling angrily. Strangely, the number of scream-roar shockwaves didn't increase.

But suddenly, in the middle of a scream, Yuu coughs. Ink spills out of their mouth, and more comes when Yuu doubles over into a hacking fit. At the same time, the ink monster spasms and slowly hunches over, covering its head like it was trying to hide away from the world.

When it is finally over, Yuu slowly looks up. Their eyes are clear, and they take in the faces around them silently. Despite hope that Yuu has come back to their senses and wanting to check on them, no one moves from their spot.

"Yuu?" Grim calls. Yuu locks onto him and they blink.

"Grim. . ." they all but mouth, starting to sway.

Their eyes suddenly roll to the back of their head.

All at once, they fall to the side and lie motionless. Ink starts dribbling out of their mouth like blood from a stabbed victim.

The silence, taut like an old sailing rope that was beginning to unravel, had made their fall louder than it should in such a large space. It seemed to cement the horror that had just happened.

Then multiple cries cut through the air, almost at the same time.

"YUU!"

#Yuu overblots #yuu/mc (twisted wonderland)#yuu's sentient teddy bear #grim (twisted wonderland)#kalim al asim #jamil viper #briefly: ruggie bucchi #malleus draconia #briefly: lilia vanrouge #briefly: ace trapolla #briefly: deuce spade #ortho shroud #idia shroud #vil shoenheit #azul ashengrotto #briefly: floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #briefly: leona kingscholar #🧸🖊writing

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tired-reader-writer · 11 months

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Gonna put this under a keep reading too for... reasons.

It details Ellyus (my OC) rescuing Elan 4 because I'm still salty about his fate, damn it—

Y'know how Miorine could change the colour of Suletta's piloting suit and school uniform with just a tap with her phone? From that I think it's fair to reason that the uniforms of all the students would be able to do so as well, as theoretically any of them can potentially become the Holder, right? Miorine just has to be the one to authorize the change bc she's the Bride. Which means there's some programming or somesuch built into the fabric of the uniforms, telling them which colours to display, there must be some sort of technology involved with this.

Which means that technically, theoretically, if Ellyus were to somehow hack the mechanism...

Chaos in the entire school in the form of everybody's uniforms “malfunctioning” aka displaying colours they should NOT be displaying. Neon? Yes. Technicolor tie-dyed rainbow effect? Why not!! The school faculty is rushing to fix it but alas Ellyus had somehow taken over the controls of the mechanism so it doesn't stop until he lets up. Maybe he even makes them blink like disco lights or Christmas lights.

He was picking his and Suletta's uniforms apart to study the effect and how things got there, came out the other end with the power to unleash unruly pranks on everybody— And he took that principle and applied that to make a new thing, something like an Invisibility Cloak? Fabric that imitates the surroundings to make whatever it's covering invisible (he can make so many shenanigans with this). He also makes a couple big-ass blanket/cloak type things, just basically fuck-off huge sheets of fabric, and also decides to coat every surface of his handmade hovercraft including the buttons with the fabric.

Aka: a stealth transport device has just been born (yes I know that the decision to glue fabric on every surface of the machine is... weird at least and unhinged at best but hey, this is Ellyus after all). And I am pleased to inform you that it has a snack compartment.

So we've established that Ellyus is a) good at hacking, and b) has an invisible auto-mobile, right? So on the day Elan 4 is slated to die, like he's literally in front of the incinerator, all power in the building cuts off, the Peil ppl are trying to fix it but alas Ellyus is the one with the controls.

(Maybe he even snuck his little mobile onto the huge transport carriers taking Elan back to wherever Peil is and snuck into the facility that way) Surprise! Ellyus makes his way into the incinerating room and frees a very confused Elan from his bounds, scatters some plant ash he robbed (aka nicely asked) from Miorine in Elan's place, puts Elan under the invisi-blanket (he brought an extra) and proceeds to bridal-carry him out the facility.

Elan is so confused he doesn't even know where to start, but he decides to ask wtf why are they floating what are they even sitting on, Ellyus just cheerfully replies “my invisi-mobile! isn't it cool? we're getting you out of here, I promise. okay?”

4 was already disoriented and confused, he was so sure he was gonna die but now... everything's been thrown into jeopardy and he needs something, anything to ground him, anything he can anchor himself onto, and the fact that he can't see the craft nor Ellyus when he turns everything invisible really really doesn't help with the state of his mind— he starts freaking out until Ellyus just. pulls him onto his lap as he drove the hovercraft. He may not be able to see El but he can feel him and that's... that's kinda enough. It has to be. It staved off a panic attack at the very least.

They make it onto a ship, at which point El parks the craft in a remote corner before turning everything visible again and proceeds to feed 4.

Here's some... dialogue of Ellyus I scribbled out while bored:

“Hey, hey. You alright? You're shaking. I'm sorry. Didn't have much time to explain, we had to get away, you understand. And oh, let me just—” *opens snack compartment to take out the same type of concealing clothes he's wearing* “Should've given you this sooner, you must be so cold! Don't worry, this'll keep you warm, okay? You'll be warm. And you'll never have to pilot that damn thing again. Here, here, eat some more.”

“How did you know?” “Eat some more. What'd you say?” “That I was going to die today. That I was going to die period. How did you know?” “I just did. I knew. Had a feeling.” “What?” “Look, it's. It's hard to explain. It's like watching a glass fall off a building in slow motion, yeah? It's gonna shatter. You know it's gonna shatter. Like that. Does that make sense?”

(4 is thinking to himself “that makes no sense at all” but he... can't find it in himself to mind bc El is just so damn sweet already rambling about Earth House and where he'd settle 4 and picking out a new name and all that jazz)

*on the phone* “Hello? Suletta! Aye, sorry about the silence and oh, I've kidnapped Elan. Do you mind? I promise I'll return him by sundown! Hey, hey, none of that, we're all gonna celebrate a happy birthday together because uh, the thing may have become literal— What? Oh, pay it no mind. See you this evening, sweetie!”

#g witch #gundam witch from mercury #witch from mercury #the witch from mercury #mobile suit gundam the witch from mercury #gundam witch #gundam the witch from mercury #Ellyus Mercury (OC)#Elan Ceres #Elan 4 #El4n #like the strings on a rope (darling i fray like a firework)

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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I am dying as I submit this. Taking Internet access away from Pierre after he expose your guys sex lives on his Monza dump

Uhhh, I don't know if I can make this into a full on thing, but I'll elaborate a bit here and you let me know if you want a big one

update: the big one is No more internet for you

You hadn't seen Pierre yet since you left the house early to go to uni/your workplace and when you got to your car, you turn your mobile data on and see that you have a few messages on your group chat with your friends.

. I never took you for that type Y/N, you always looked like missionary to me, or maybe some ankle on his shoulder action

.. Nah, I mean, have you seen how Pierre looks at her butt? Even I would do it like that

... Don't you remember that time that she insisted that she wouldn't wear the tiny bikini bottom from her favourite set when we visited them? I bet Pierre got handsy and she couldn't hide the marks

You read the messages, still not understanding what they were about making you reply

From Y/N: I love you guys, we've shared our youth together and all, but why are we talking about my sex life all of a sudden?

One of them was quick to reply

.... Y/N, dear, please go and see your boyfriend's photodump from Monza

..... if this is the last time we ever have the chance to get a message through to Pierre, tell him that at least he's going with a good bang in the bag

Opening the Instagram app, you flick through the pictures, finding his inquiry for what grid position he would start tomorrow, and pressing to see the comment section, you found the damned dog emoji

Thinking that your boyfriend had enough Internet for the day, you went on the app the communications service had provided so you could control who got on your WiFi (there was no way your neighbours were getting in) and blocked Pierre's devices from your shared house's WiFi

Just as you were about to turn on the car, your phone pinged with a text message from Pierre that read Mon coeur, I think our Internet is out

So you get in the house, and he's ready to greet you, arms stretched until he sees the crease between your eyebrows, "What's is wrong, mon coeur?", he asks genuinely

"Why did you go and tell everyone about what we do in the bedroom? Now the whole world knows Pierre"

And he had that freaking smirk on his handsome face that was honestly clouding your thoughts, "C'mon baby, it's funny, and at least people won't ask anymore. And you and I both know how much you like it"

"Yeah? Then we'll see how you like it without Internet for a few days", you said as you turned on the TV, making him realise that he had been blocked as every other device was working

Okay, maybe now that I have written it I may consider writing a bigger one, because I keep laughing, but let me know if that's something you'd like to see

#pierre gasly blurb

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grizzlyofthesea · 6 months

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My FNAF Movie Experience

I was so excited to see the FNAF movie on opening night. I had my mom with me, we had our snacks, and of course, my costume:

I'd been waiting for this for over 8 years. The hype was real--and not just for me. I only saw one other person in full costume (dressed as Afton), but plenty of others brought their plushies and wore their best merch.

Did the movie live up to this massive anticipation?

For me, yes. It has flaws, but as a tribute to the FNAF fanbase, I adore it.

LOTS OF SPOILERS BELOW. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

There were so many nods to the fandom. Here are the ones I can remember off the top of my head:

Dream Theory appearing as a book Mike reads

Chica's Magic Rainbow being the mascot/logo of an ice cream place at the mall

The Balloon Boy jumpscares. Annoying (but surprisingly effective) every time, just like the real BB.

Afton (as Steve) over the phone telling Mike, "See you on the flipside," referencing the "Phone Guy is Purple Guy" theory

Sparky/Fetch appearing as a spare suit

CoryxKenshin making a cameo as the taxi driver (My theater FREAKED OUT at this.)

Matpat making a cameo as the waiter at the diner, even saying his famous line, "But hey, that's just a theory." (Again, the audience was very pleased.)

The aforementioned diner being called Sparky's

TLT's FNAF song playing during the end credits

The animatronics were, of course, stunning. I mean, it's the Jim Henson company. Of course they were going to be awesome. (Oh, and Bonnie gets a plaid tie instead of just plain red. Adorable.) The actors inside the costumes did really well, too, mimicking their slow, deliberate, robotic movements. Except Foxy. He wasn't played by a suit actor at all, probably because of his skinny legs. So for that, massive props to the puppeteers. Oh, and his little "dum diddly dum" song? Kellen Goff sings it here. Amazing work from Mr. Goff as always.

I know some people were disappointed by the lack of on-screen gore, but honestly, I like how the violence was handled. FNAF has always been relatively blood-free, so it's only fitting. And honestly? That silhouette of Freddy biting Max in half was chilling, and I think it wouldn't have been nearly as good if we had seen it in full.

The horror as a whole was on the tame side, but it was still enough to spook my mom. Take that for what you will.

The Balloon Boy jumpscares were hilarious. So was Mr. Cupcake. The fact that Mr. Cupcake was the biggest threat out of the main animatronics was kind of awesome. Goofy? Heck yeah. But it's so silly that, at least for me, it loops back to being awesome.

Mike and Abby had an adorable sibling dynamic, and I am SO GLAD that Vanessa didn't end up as a love interest for Mike. Mike communicating with the children's spirits and taking damage from them through his dreams isn't something I expected, but I found it interesting. The Golden Freddy kid being the de facto leader of the missing children (and a manipulative little troll) was very fitting, too.

Art, specifically children's drawings, was a notable focus of the movie; the drawings seemed to symbolize communication, imagination, and escapism. I thought this was a creative way to incorporate the children's drawings that we've seen in the background since the first FNAF game.

Matthew Lillard as William Afton/Spring Bonnie/Springtrap doesn't get enough screentime, but he absolutely kills it when he's in the spotlight. I just wish there was more of him. Same goes for the animatronics.

Overall, while this isn't a perfect film, I love it so, so much. I can't wait to see what the future holds in terms of sequels, too; at the very end of the credits, "My Grandfather's Clock" plays, and a Speak 'n' Spell spells out "C O M E F I N D M E." FNAF 2 and the Puppet are at the very least being teased!

#fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's movie #halloween costumes #cosplay #freddy fazbear #fnaf pole bear freddy #fnaf pole bear

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dhampiravidi · 3 months

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👙 ( For Pogue to see Jayn in lingerie~ @in--noctem )

She kept trying to quietly motivate herself to leave the bathroom.

Pogue had lit up when she'd modeled those lace panties during the lazy day they'd shared while on winter vacation with their coven. But what if he was actually just trying not to laugh? He'd tugged off her sweatshirt & they'd had some really good sex then (wall-shaking, Reid-shocking sex, apparently). At least, the sex was good for her...it wasn't like he hadn't had better with Kate, who probably looked good in everything she tried on...

Jayn told herself that she was being realistic. She wasn't thin. The straps of her bras gently indented her skin, & the garters she'd tried on had all squeezed her in a way that made her look uncomfortable, even if they didn't feel incredibly tight. She had left the lingerie store in tears, clutching the small bag with her two purchases as if someone were going to try & smack it out of her hands. But she'd still told Pogue about it (minus the teary part), because part of her wanted him to know. She wanted to be pretty--for him & for herself.

That's not what she saw in the mirror, though.

Her nails, which were freshly manicured from the afternoon before, nervously drummed on her bathroom counter. She kept her eyes on them, because when she'd finally finished doing her makeup after she got dressed, she'd freaked out. That was the price she paid for being fat & looking in the mirror.

She didn't understand why it was so hard. She didn't find every girl to be attractive, but they all seemed to be more attractive than she was. Blonde, brunette, redhead, plus-size, toned, pale, tanned, dark-skinned--women of all kinds were beautiful to her. & yet it was always a miracle when Jayn saw her reflection & wasn't disgusted. Sometimes she did her hair by using her shadow to check for stray locks, just so she didn't have to do the alternative. No one knew that.

"Jay? I'm comin' in--"

"No-!" But Pogue had had enough. According to her phone, he'd been waiting for her to come out for almost 10 minutes. No wonder his patience was wearing thin.

He opened the door, ready to model for Abercrombie & Fitch as always with his perfectly tousled hair, soft hazel eyes, & (shirtless) toned body. Jayn was never jealous of him. She just wondered if she deserved him.

His lips parted just as his eyes widened. He hadn't looked that surprised when she'd revealed the designer panties hidden under those thick yoga pants.

"H-how...how bad is it?" Jayn managed, eyes big & glassy like an innocent baby cow's. She didn't know what she'd do if he laughed at her. In her dreams, her reaction depended on what he said, not what he did.

"Baby...babygirl, c'mere." He stepped into her space, gently moving her so she was facing him. His hands rested on her hips, as usual. He might've smiled, if she didn't look so pathetic. "Don't cry. Hey..." A hot stray tear ran down her cheek, cruelly wetting her lined eyelids. She'd even put on some eyeshadow, which she'd never done before. "I know you were scared. I won't say you shouldn't be, I don't know how you feel really...but I know you did this for me." Good try, he's saying. "I think you look so sexy--why don't you?"

"Huh?" She swallowed a sob & he laughed gently, trying to wipe her eyes. "Nooo--'dab, don't wipe', it'll get smudged--"

"It must be really fuckin' hard, being a girl. Assholes hitting on you, periods...Jaynie, you're always saying how hot I am. But I don't always feel like that."

"Really? Wh-why?" He sighed, looking away for a second.

"I...I can't--it's a long story. I just need you to understand that you're not--nothing's wrong with you just because you aren't confident all the time. You also aren't ugly, you're gorgeous, an' I wouldn't tell you if I didn't think so. Do I lie to you?"

"...no."

"Good. Now, let's see what we've got here!" Pogue took her hands & stepped back, admiring every inch of his girlfriend. She'd put random curls in her hair, then combed it out into a cheap version of beach waves. Her dark eyes were lined & shadowed, & she wore subtle lipstick. The lingerie she wore was a pink, v-neck satin slip that ended just past her butt & had black lace on the tiny side slit, plus the neckline. "Goddamn...we're gonna 'test the structural integrity' of this, aren't we?" he asked, shit-eating grin on his face. The phrase came from some night when he was rambling about cars, only for her to cut him off with a kiss & drag him on top of her for being so cute.

"Yeah! I guess we are," Jayn replied. It was always hard to keep from smiling when he already was. He took her hand & led her into her bedroom, where he'd taken the liberty of folding her quilt back & getting some condoms ready. Within a minute, the two of them were on the mattress, groaning, kissing & pawing at each other.

"Love you, mmh~"

"Hm, of course--oh, f-fuck, Pogue--"

"My sexy girlfriend, look at you, so damn pretty, mmm..." He'd stripped, put on a condom & was pushing the fabric of her slip up to her waist when--

"Pogue, wait, there's--"

"Oh, damn. Jay..." She hadn't told him that, aside from the slip, she was wearing a matching set of black lace: a fairly simple bra without underwire & surprisingly comfy crotchless panties. He stared at her neatly trimmed, very wet cunt, which was so nicely framed for him. She gulped, noticing the hungry look in his eyes & spread her legs some more, trying to be helpful. Without warning, Pogue Fucking Parry lunged, licking her from bottom to top like he was starving.

"Ah-! Nnnhahahnnmhnh--" He was taking "eating her out" to a whole other level & she returned the favor once she could see straight. I guess I don't look too bad after all.

#I feel like Jayn randomly suggests calling their friend group “the Ipswich Coven” & she's so excited it kinda catches on after that #& yes I know we haven't RP'd the winter trip which is why I chose to write a random event AFTER that (I don't wanna skip it entirely!! ;-;)#Pogue wouldn't let me lol #jkw: thread #in--noctem #thanks for the ask!#ugh I had to wait for a day when I wasn't hyperfocused on my private worldbuilding or feeling down...so yeah here it is!#body positivity #pogue fucking parry #emphasis on the fucking

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supernatural s7e2 hello, cruel world (w. ben edlund)

HALLUCIFER Right. You think this fruit-bat fever dream is reality? You come back, I'm sorry, with no soul like some peppy American Psycho, till Saint Dean glues you back together again by buying you some magic amnesia. You’re real. I’m very real. Everything between is what we call set dressing.

heart is breaking for sam already

HALLUCIFER You’re still in my cell. You’re my bunkmate, buddy. You’re my little bitch, in every sense of the term.

in general i am overly literal and what i see is what i get when it comes to show canon but i'm trying so hard to hold tight to the illusion in my mind that hell-torture for sam and dean didn't involve rape but they're making it really fucking hard. there's been other references, i think one in the last ep no less. just keep thinking to myself "gloss over it, they're just being edgy, they don't actually mean it". i start to get real upset if i think about it so yeah.

i know i'm wearing the wincest goggles but again i feel like i am capable of picking up what a show is putting down regardless of a ship i might be invested in, but i feel like i'm losing it with cas and dean's relationship level. i feel like we have seen so little of cas in general, that they keep TALKING about how they're all close but we've seen so little of it?? i'd think with 22 episodes a season they'd have room to establish this onscreen 🥴 but here's dean crying over presumed-dead cas. i guess i'm just gonna have to go with it and stop complaining about sHoW doN't TeLL

god what is this weird music transition into the doobie brothers black water - just because the lyrics work does not mean the music does :P hard left turn after mushy dead cas scene. i fear i have slipped into overly critical mode

short and gruff version of hannibal tending will graham's wounded hands post-tier

i get that dean's freaked out and scared but he's being such an asshole to sam

what an exceptionally cruel hallucination they're giving sam. i might need to look up how long he deals with this before it gets fixed because.....

DEAN Yeah, well. I’m not Sam, okay? I keep my marbles in a lead friggin' box. I’m fine. Really.

big fat fuck you, dean. you can't out tough psychosis.

BOBBY Of course. Yeah. You just lost one of the best friends you ever had, your brother’s in the bell jar, and Purgatory’s most wanted are surfing the sewer lines, but yeah, yeah, I get it. You’re – you're fine.

one of the best friends you ever had. ok. O K. (nevermind how depressingly in-the-basement-low the bar is being the number of people he could call friends he's had)

looks like bobby's computer got an upgrade! seems untitled 1 and 2 desktop has made it to the actual desktop 😂

s6e4 weekend at bobby's his 3.1 desktop LOL

okay so hell politics, heaven politics, the clear next step is purgatory politics. who is the boss of the leviathans *pulls out the org chart* (god i just don't care)

sam's hallucinating dean now, great. do not like

DEAN This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!

little gift to wincest kink writers everywhere, dean helping sam by inflicting pain

DEAN Hey. I am your flesh-and-blood brother, okay? I’m the only one who can legitimately kick your ass in real time. You got away. We got you out, Sammy. DEAN Believe in that! Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand? SAM Yeah. Yeah, okay.

dean looks like he might fall over he's so relieved.

DEAN (on phone) You cannot be in that crater back there. I can’t… If you’re gone, I swear, I am going to strap my Beautiful Mind brother into the car and I’m gonna drive us off the pier. You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good! Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?

well this is awful. first hallucifer encouraging sam to kill himself repeatedly and now dean saying this. also do not like.

(also very serious things happening and then that cheesy ass special effects on the leviathan's face -_-)

the winchesters getting an ambulance and going to the hospital for an injury, wonders never cease.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 7x02 #ben edlund #spn desktop background update

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Episode 7 Thoughts & Reactions

Okay, I'm typing this out on my phone so let's see how much my thumbs can handle. I just needed to get everything on my mind OFF my mind and into words, so if you actually read thru this entire mess, goddamn you're patient 🤣🤣 (also, I've never had a Tumblr in my life. Don't really know how to use it, but I needed SOMEWHERE to post this beast, & hopefully have a convo with someone).

First off, I'm gonna start with the KP scenes. I think this episode woukd have worked well without the side story, which just speaks to how well written this show is (tho I am BEYOND grateful we got that story. It was a much needed reprieve from drama and pining). First hospital scene, Kinn asking Porsche for a hug: we're seeing him allow himself to be vulnerable for the first time ever. If him kissing Porsche in EP 4 was a Crack in his armor, there's a whole ass crevice in it now. Then, Porsche & Kinn pushing each other's buttons when Kinn asks if Porsche enjoyed the beer Vegas gave. Porsche realized Kinns jealousy streak, & boy did he exploit it. At times it was cute, & other times I might have been worried for Porsches life (right before that steamy ending lolz).

Then my FAV scene on the balcony @ the minor family house. Did yall see how Porsche was seeking out encouragement from Kinn? UGH. & for a second I thought Kinn was really going to be an asshole & just let the night end by hanging up on P, but NO!!! my man's escaped the hospital to give Porsche his lucky gun. I can see that Kinn--despite his suspicious nature & being burned by a past lover--is really trying here. He meant it when he said he doesn't want to be like his old self, but old selves are hard to grow from & cast out when they're so ingrained into every aspect of our lives (& encouraged by all aspects of our lives, except for the ONE aspect u want to change your old self FOR). The dirty talk is dirty talk, & I won't dwell on it much, but in the middle of the conversation, how u can see Kinns face shift 180 degrees from playful and flirty (and horny) to utterly concerned, maybe even afraid? ughhhh Mile did so well. You can tell Kinn is effing SCARED of his feelings, scared of Porsche (or at least of giving Porsche the power to hurt him like Tawan did. I still don't think we've gotten a semblance of the truth about that particular relationship, but until ep. 8 I guess...).

& then the bathroom scene. Ah, Vegas, Vegas, Vegas. Idk who u think u are, but clearly you've tried this shit with Kinn once. Did you really think you'd have your way again? Now, I know he was thinking Porsche is drunk, but I don't think Porsche really was. I mean, up at the party Vegas was coming on pretty strong, & Porsche looked wary of him then, shifting to look behind him, acting kinda distant, maybe uncomfortable. But then if he's faking bring drunk, it makes me wonder what his motive was. Because even with Vegas taking his shirt off & coming onto him & stuff, there was a moment where Porsche looked sober as hell, with the way he was uncomfortable, & then proceeded to push Vegas off him. Maybe he's getting suspicious of Vegas being the mole because Vegas is just acting shady enough? Knowing Porsches dream, always showing up when it's oh-so convenient to lend a hand or a shoulder. Yeah, I think I'll stick to that theory until I'm proven wrong. Plus, Kinns outraged "DO YOU SEE THE RING ON MY FINGER?" in other words, "There's only room for one alpha male in this house, & that's ME!" So sexy. So, so sexy.

Now, unto Vegas. Oof, that man is the definition of psychopath. Bible freaking shined this episode. The dead look in his eyes when he was torturing, the pleased smirk when he consistently came out on top, the gun exchange bt. him & Porsche (so freaking hot btw). & then the purely rageful way his gun shook when he wanted so badly to shoot Kinn, the petulant way he knocked Kinns hand down and stormed out. We're really seeing a guy who's always been "second" to his cousin & who so badly just wants all the goods for himself. The lover, the praise, the power, the attention. I feel bad for him in a way, having to fight for a position Kinn isn't so keen on anyway, always coming up second best because Kinn is the family's golden child, the heir. I get why he is the way he is, what with the unhealthy competition there, coupled with the violent life he's been raised in.

Now, our third couple: KimChay. Ahh, Kim, no matter how hard you look, you're not gonna catch any dirt on our inmocent little Chay. In some ways this budding relationship kind of weirds me out--kim is a man, Chay is more like a child. Not talking about the real life age difference, we have to look past that when it comes to the reality of the show. But I mean in their characterization & personalities, in their maturity. I see Kim slowly but surely falling for Chay, who is possibly the most innocent person Kim has ever come across in his existence.

I've said this before somewhere else, but despite Kim coming off as the shady character he has been, i think he's right for questioning his father's motives in wanting to hire Porsche so badly: we should be asking ourselves that question as well. With time, I think we'll see what Korn's motivations are, but I'll leave that for another time. At this point they're giving us heavy one liners from Korn that hint at things, but nothing too solid enough to grasp. I have theories, but again, I'll save those for another episode.

Anyway, Kim. I see him falling for Chay the more he learns Chay is not a threat, but I have a feeling by the time Kim confronts his feelings for him Chay will have found out that this entire relationship began because he was simply a pawn in Kim's agenda. What that agenda is, I'll say here: I think Kim, suspicious of his fsthers insistence in hiring Porsche--who does not fit the bill for the fams usual expectations of their bodyguards--is digging into Porsche to understand why Korn rooted for this man so hard. Why is Porsche being treated differently by their mafia leader father? Though Kim is painted as the shady one, I think he's just trying to protect his family, or at least look out for them from the distance he's put between him and them. He loves them, just doesn't want to be a part of their world. I'm gonna say something that kinda sounds like reaching considering we don't know much about Kim just yet, but I feel like Kim will be the surprise hero at the end of the series. If not hero, then at least the bearer of answers for some questions we still have.

I feel like I'm not saying everything I want to say, but all this to say (hehe) that these actors are doing a freaking phenomenal job at their roles. Keep in mind I've never read the books, I don't know what changes have been made in the plot, tho I've seen a lot of people say we're separated from the book now. So looking at the show as what it is, it's amazing. The emotion, the rawness, the realism, the comedy, the humanity, the moral ambiguity, all of it. So well done, written, & performed.

This thing is getting super long, but I'll end with what I hope to see in EP8: the infamous pool scene (only because Mile hinted it'll appear in either 8 or 9), Porsche being the jealous one for once thanks to Tawan's rise from the dead. I hope they don't bother us with Tawan too much; he's already causing enough trouble for our main couple without having appeared on screen once, & we already know how Kinn feels about him. But I hope to see Porsche return the same kind of need for Kinn as Kinn needs for him. I definitely don't want to see Kinn questioning his feelings for Porsche or using Tawan as a way to hurt him. I believe in Kinn & have faith that whatever Tawan wants, Kinn has been hurt enough by him in the past not to fall for any trickery, but then again we don't necessary know on what terms he & Tawan broke up (tho a small part of me thinks it's the same kind of situation as Kinn telling the world Porsche died so he can go back to his normal life). Sigh. This plot point kind of worries be, but I have more faith in the writers than I do Kinn (lollll), so I know whatever we get is going to be good.

Alright. That's pretty much all I have to say. Again, if you read thru all this, kudos👏🏼 I'd love to have lengthy convos with yall about everything since I can't really talk about the show with anyone in my life, but for now at least I have the space to write it out. Until next time, cheers!

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche ep7 #vegas kinnporsche #tv shows #kinnporschetheseries #kinnporsche cast

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backmaskedliedermacher · 1 year

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We Will Bury You

I need some rage today, yeah? Some good old fashioned transgender rage. So here we go.

A long time ago - I'm telling this as an anecdote, not as history, so I'm not going to look up the cite - Nikita Khrushchev (and I'm not going to look up how to spell his name either), who was the leader of the USSR at that time, he gave a speech, and he talked about the Americans, and he said to the Americans "We will bury you". And the Americans freaked the fuck out, because Khrushchev was the leader of one of the most powerful countries in the world, and his words were backed by nuclear weapons, and I don't know if it had happened yet but there was that one time he nearly destroyed the world because he was drunk and pissed off about some bullshit or another the Americans had done. Maybe a spy satellite or something. I don't know if that was before or after this speech, but it happened.

So the Americans were like, oh my God, this crazy fucking commie is going to kill us all, just like some people today look at us and are like "Oh my God, these crazy fucking (slur I don't use on the Internet but certainly do use to describe myself these days) are going to kill us all!" So you see they have to eradicate us all. You know how it is. It's self-defense.

And Khrushchev, he was like, y'all, y'all, this is all a MISUNDERSTANDING, if I was going to nuke you I would be way drunker than I am now. I mean don't get me wrong I'm drunk but I'm not mutually-assured-destruction drunk. I mean, like. It was like what Marx said, we're not just on the side of right, it's, like, historical inevitability, yeah? Y'all are, like. Racists and stuff. And our values - our VALUES - will outlast y'all's bullshit. And that's why, you know, we don't need to kill you. Because, like. We've already won. And you dumb motherfuckers just don't know it yet.

Like I said. Not history. Anecdote. If Khrushchev said something that sounded a goddamn thing like that last paragraph, it's pure dumb luck. I have not done my research.

And of course he was totally 100% right, American capitalism has long since collapsed, history proved that Soviet communism was clearly the superior ideology.

Or, look. The Modern Lovers, the original Modern Lovers, they have this song called "Dignified and Old":

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And Jonathan Richman is singing about how he's sad and wants to die because a girl didn't call him on the phone, and if you're inclined to make fun of that you're missing the fucking point. The point is that this man hates himself, he wants to die. But he's not going to, you see? Because one day, one day he'll be dignified and old.

And that was, like. Fifty fucking years ago, now, that he said that. And I don't know if I'd call him "dignified". I mean, I'm not a judge of such things. Old, though? Yeah. He's got that one in the bag.

And the reason I'm telling you about this song is because my life really fucking sucks right now. It's just terrible. I'm in this tiny little apartment with my girlfriend sleeping on my couch, and I'm suicidal, and she's suicidal, and six months ago? Six months ago we had a whole community of friends, and it didn't work great but people were there for each other, and supported each other, and in the past six months that's all gone completely fucking south. And you can blame me for that, or you can blame them for that, but personally, I don't blame any of us. At all.

That community, I worked really fucking hard to try and build that community, and it was because… there was this thing Natalie Wynn said in that video she made, the one about her relapse. She said that trans community is hurt people hurting each other.

And when she said that, I'd seen it, I'd seen it happen over and over again. I'd seen trans communities rip themselves to shreds, trans people rip each other to shreds, and while they were doing that the people who hate us, the people who want to destroy us, they just stood back and laughed and they egged us on. Trans communities, a lot of them are set up to fail, and they do.

And I looked at that and said to myself, "It doesn't have to be like this." I thought, you know, look, we have opportunities, there are things we can do differently. And I tried to put those things into practice.

And fuck, I didn't just fail, I failed hard. I mean, strictly on a personal level. Maybe that stuff is doing someone some good somewhere. Not me. I'm hurt and miserable and I want to die.

But just like Jonathan Richman, I won't die. Just like Jonathan Richman, I'm not ashamed. I can take a challenge. I've taken challenges before, and some of them I've succeeded at, and some of them I've failed at, and I don't take failure well. It hurts like hell.

But I will goddamn do it. I will sit here and I will fail until the end of time if that's what it takes. People can gloat and laugh all they want, gloat and laugh at how much I'm hurt, gloat and laugh at how we keep hurting each other. Because we are going to bury these motherfuckers.

That's all I have right now. I try to build something else, something better than pure spite, and it just falls apart, crumbles to dust, every time. It's enough, though. I've kept myself alive for far longer with a lot less than that.

And I have no advice except for this: Don't die. Whatever it takes to not die, however much you hate yourself, hate being alive, however much you want to die. These assholes can laugh and gloat and rejoice and at the end of the day, if we're still here? None of that matters. We matter. That's what matters.

#Youtube

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goonie-forever · 1 year

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This is for me....

I want to write to get this all out of my brain. It's hard to hold everything in and just live through life with it all bouncing around in my head, like hyper kids in one of those blow up castles at birthday parties.

At this point I don't even really know where to start.

Maybe....

Just the basics for now.

I made it to my late twenties and that in itself feels like a dream. I never thought I would make it this long. I thought for sure I would've taken myself out by now and made my world quiet. Here I am! Living in my late twenties! I moved back home recently to go back to school and pursue the career that I always wanted but was too chaotic to achieve.

Another good place to start is that I am trying to be a better person... in my professional life as well as my personal life. Work, school and relationships! OH MY! Juggling everything has been quite the journey in its self.

Relationships...

Ugh.

Where do I even begin.

I can start by saying my "picker" is broken. Because oh boy! Do I know how to choose the good ones! My first serious boyfriend was a tweaker and cheated on me. He also beat up my brother which was sooooo much fun (sarcasm is dripping from that). He also wasn't the kindest person to me either but I was young dumb and ready to love someone. He hurt me a few times and took advantage of me and the emotional abuse was strong at its peak. It definitely didn't start out that way. You ever hear about the boiled frog metaphor? Well my frog was boiled until he went to jail and I packed my shit and moved thousands of miles away. I avoided anything that resembled a relationship after that. The trauma from that took a toll and my already existing trauma ( That's for another day) also reared its ugly head. After a looooooonnnnngggg time I start talking to this girl who we will call Mary. Mary is absolutely beautiful in every way. Older and definitely prettier than me. I figured why not shoot my shot and she took it. Then I moved. I blew up my whole life to start a career I always wanted. Long distance wasn't her thing and that was okay. It was my fault for leaving. We talked all the time and I grew to love her more and more. Her faith in God was beautiful. She made me want to believe again. Then she got mean. She told me I was going to hell because I wouldn't accept Jesus into my heart. Mary and I fought one day about something stupid (that's also a story for another time) and I said what I needed to say and I never talked to Mary again.

Jimmy (not his real name)

Jimmy and I have been talking over text for 10 years. It started on kik when I was 17. He always checked on me and he saw me at all of my bad times and still thought I was beautiful, even when I cut off all my hair in a manic rage. The universe never let Jimmy and I come together. Either he was in a relationship or I was. I also had a terrible habit of moving out of state. Finally after years of just texting and phone calls we met in person. We went straight to a hotel.... My dumb brain made me awkward and he sensed the fact I was uncomfortable. Nothing happened but I did lose my shirt and we shared long takeout sessions until it got dark and I needed to go home. And again my dumb brain made me freak out and I convinced myself that if I liked him this much he would leave me.... so I left him. I ghosted Jimmy for over a year. Just recently I got drunk with some friends and I messaged him on Facebook. I apologized for all of the times I ghosted him. This was part of me trying to be better. I think I just needed to get right before I dove in again. Now we talk everyday and he's the nervous one now. Which I understand because I did that to him. We've been through some shit and are both broken and that's okay. I really do think it will be better this time.

Jimmy is part of the reason I decided to write all of this. To revisit everything, to remember everything and move forward. I don't want to lose him again.

I won't lose him again.

Cheers,

Goonie

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theluxuriansecret · 1 year

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Dear Diary 03202023

2:23 pm

I have had the most exhausting and anxiety inducing weekend. Every year around this time drama issues surrounding N.....'s birthday. And every yeah someone is casted out, there are almost always tears and the whole night is spoiled and tainted.

On Saturday we went out to celebrate N.....'s birthday and somehow someway she did not leave with any of the girls that arrive with her at the club. After going over all the events that occurred that night, I can agree that the girls and I broke girl code. You should always leave with someone you came with, and in this case she didn't leave with a single person she arrived with. The whole situation has been super messy and dragged out and has really drained me and all my neurons. My nervous system was completely shot yesterday to the point where I literally could not do anything. And I also went to sleep late so I'm just exhausted.

Another thing that has been kinda on my mind is that guy that I'm dating. I feel like all he does is sexualize me OD and although I don't say anything or fight it, I regret bringing up sex or anything sexual so early on. We've just entered like week three of "dating" I guess and sooo many of our conversations are sexually fueled. Also he wanted me to say that I was his bitch knowing I didn't want to say it but I ended up saying it anyway which sucks so much. I don't like that. I want to be loved softly and gently. Like yeah shit is different over the phone but telling me I'm beautiful when I'm naked. No funny. My #1 ick. So freaking gross. I am BEAUTIFUL with my clothes on too. Honestly this whole thing is reminding me exactly of how my relationship started. And I don't want it to be like that.

I also have no idea if he actually intends on being with me for real or not and yesterday he was telling me how his feelings for me are conflicted. Which I agree because my feelings for him are also conflicted. I will say that he puts so much effort into me. And I am also trying to offer the same amount of effort.

Lowley I wanna give it up. I have nothing to offer, I wanna be on my own. Iddkkkk.

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Watch "SICARIO : WELCOME TO JUAREZ #shorts #beniciodeltoro #joshbrolin #emilyblunt #epic" on YouTube

So in the beginning of the clip he says I'm going to teach the gringo he's not in Kansas anymore because he knows he's going to show us he's threatening us and he's saying it and he's delirious with joy and stuff and then here's his statement in his silent and he says I hate being threatened and that guy can do it for real and a little bit later he started freaking out tons of people don't know it was said but what he's saying to us is on the air it doesn't make it any less poignant and it's real and it's coming up and that's what these people are doing to us and we need it publicized and we need this advertised right now and he's right this music is from destiny 2 and it's the pyramids and they're made out of this very solid stone that the walls are made out of I'm going to s*** my pants now but really this is hell and I opened it up and I guess I had him do it and he says a lot of people had us doing but right now they can't stand you guys and it's true that's what he says the last sentence but I'm proud of what I did and I should be and he says that too I slipped into Oblivion but these morons below plain too having to do it and I couldn't stand up to them and his people are and he plan to do it to have them both in the factories and I don't think that he knows what he's doing and our friend says he doesn't because I look like a child and I am a child but I'm also a giant and he said that last sentence we need to see it and how are we going to see it without shrinking and expanding faster than speeding light and he says you're probably see it eventually you sit with it for long enough so I'm laughing cuz we sat with this stuff. But really we've seen the pyramids no the ones out behind the planet Terry for Christ's sake you saw it with me and she says or he says really I'm clarifying and you have a stupid look on your face and Jason pulling up there for us to look at so we have to go up there and test it they archaeologists would geologists everyone see where it's from cuz you're saying it's not the right one and it's perfect and he's a smart kid and he learned from him he's becoming a Jedi and he's the first so he's calling for a movie and Jason has his phone back says drawbacks but he's not well and he can't help it and he wants to call it the first Jedi and everyone calls our friend here the boy King it's going to be weird if that happens

TRUMP

I do like this and capitals too because it's so important and I did that for this effect and people are getting it it's not the real pyramidian and what's it up there for and all sorts of archaeologists and geologists are interested as to why it's there and how it got there it's the effect I wanted it's in fact I need for my plan and my technique is not very well respected but it's needed right now no matter how it comes out and I respect him for saying it so often he said you're really small and you have to put it into it it might not work but you definitely got back at this guy Stalin and I know I did and I'm hurting him bad and the guy won't shut up yeah he showed him an image after those two in the vehicle in the future saw them hanging and it's probably a pretty horrific I'll let people know in private what it is

Jason

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