#and more productions should force him to wear shorts

[icyharrington]

haii okay this is #82 on the prompt list for steve, requested also by my lovely boothang @wroteclassicaly​ !!

“this is a one time thing.”

contains: daddy kink, blowjobs, deepthroating/face fucking, dirty talk, u suck steve’s dick at work lol

“You’re- fuck- crazy,” Steve Harrington breathes against your mouth as you shove him back into the supply closet of Scoops Ahoy with enough force to knock several cleaning products off of the shelf. He goes to pick them up off the floor, but you stop him in his tracks, yanking him back to you by the front of his dorky uniform. “Fuck. We have to be quick or Robin’s gonna kick my ass.”

“You are so cute when you’re nervous,” you coo, standing on your tiptoes so you can wrap your arms behind his neck. “Especially in your little outfit.”

“Gee, thanks, (y/n)! That totally wasn’t emasculating at all,” he mutters bitterly, before plucking his hat off and flinging it off to the side. “There. Better? Now you can see my hair in all its glory.”

“No, I liked it!” you protest, pouting at him the way you always do when you’re being particularly bratty. “I’ve always wanted to blow you while you’re in your work uniform.”

He scrunches up his face in a mixture of apparent disgust and confusion, which makes you laugh. “Why?”

“I dunno. Why not?” You sink to your knees, unbuckling his belt. He licks his lips as he watches you, the anxiety on his face transforming into something entirely different, but all too familiar.

“I can’t believe you visited me at my job just to do this,” he murmurs, although he doesn’t sound particularly vexed. It sounds more like he’s in awe of your boldness, if anything. “You are so fucking bad.”

“I should visit you here more often,” you think aloud, as your fingers work his shorts down to gather around his ankles. He’s wearing a pair of plain white boxers underneath, which you think look sexy on him despite their plainness, but then again, you literally think he’s sexy in a cheesy sailor costume.

He’s frowning, but it’s obvious that he’s trying very hard to maintain his rule-abiding facade. “No, (y/n). This is a one time thing, okay? I could lose my job.”

You stick your tongue out at him, crossing your arms in front of your chest defiantly. “You’re really going to deprive your girlfriend of two different types of free cream?”  

You say this to make Steve laugh, and it works; he’s shaking his head incredulously, arms lifting to fold behind his head as he grins down at you. “You are such a fucking slut, (y/n). I mean, jeez!”

Reaching into his underwear, you take hold of this gradually strengthening erection, working it back and forth in your fist for a few strokes until he’s fully hard. Steve’s cock is big, and even though you’re well aware of that fact, it’s still such a shock each time you wrap your fingers around his thick length. You love to tease him there, trailing your fingertips up and down the protruding veins that travel through, until he’s swearing lowly under his breath. “Yeah, but you love it, though.”

“Yeah, ya got me there.” He takes a fistful of (h/c) hair as you strip off his boxers, taking him into your mouth without hesitation. “Fuck. You’re my little slut. Can’t get enough of my big dick, can you?”

You attempt to shake your head as you move your head up and down his length, placing your hands on his muscular thighs in order to take him deep, just how he likes. His head lolls back as he lets out a hoarse groan from the back of his throat, bucking his hips against your face until you’re sputtering. “Yeah, I like you like this. It’s the only time you’re not running that bratty-ass mouth.”

Since you’re unable to retort, you shoot a venomous glare in his direction, though you continue to work on his cock with your mouth. He has a firm hold on the back of your head, preventing you from drawing back when he begins to slide his cock further into your narrow throat. “Yeah, good girl. Take all of it.”

He keeps you in place as he shifts himself back and forth, fucking your face at a leisurely tempo; and, like his little whore, you stay kneeling for him, hands folded primly in your lap. It’s a dynamic that you love- you, the devious, mastermind submissive, and Steve, the flustered dominant.

You can’t do much besides bat your eyelashes up at him as he essentially uses your mouth to masturbate, his jaw clenching as he knits his brows in concentration. He’s going so hard that there’s saliva dribbling down your chin and black smudges of mascara ringing your eyes, but you’re too wrapped up in his taste to care how badly he’s wrecking you.

“Fuck- yeah, that’s it. Take it nice and deep for daddy,” he encourages, his breath lodging in his throat for a brief moment. He loosens his grip on your hair, allowing you to regain some control of the situation. You decide to relocate your mouth to his balls for a change in scenery, reveling in his frantic moans as your tongue laps aimlessly at the sensitive skin there. “Fuck, (y/n). That’s my good little slut. You gonna swallow all my cum, baby?”

You nod eagerly, between sloppy strokes of your tongue against him. “You know I will, daddy.”

“Shit…” he mumbles, looping a portion of your hair around his hand and using it to steer you back to your original position. “Open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide as he angles his cock over your mouth, pumping himself with his fist until his stomach muscles contract, a telltale sign that he’s about to cum. He manages a breathless, “wider,” before he releases his load into your waiting mouth, his orgasm accompanied by a series of strangled grunts and moans.

Steve is so sexy when he cums, with his plump lips bitten red and forehead slick with afterglow; you watch him adoringly as he rides out his orgasm, mouth falling open to call your name.

You swallow his cum, letting the salty-sweet taste coat your mouth as it slides down your throat. Once it’s gone, you proudly display your empty mouth for Steve to let him know that you’ve done your job.

It takes a moment for him to snap back into reality, his eyes half-lidded and dazed as they scan his surroundings, and then you. He strokes your hair with his massive hands, humming, “that’s my girl.”

He redresses himself as you stand up and retrieve his hat for him, which you find overturned beside the mop bucket. Your knees are sore and will likely be covered in bruises tomorrow, but you don’t mind a few bumps here and there if it means pleasing Steve. “Do you think Robin’s wondering where you are yet?”

“No,” comes a familiar singsong voice from the other side of the closet door, and you and Steve whip your heads to look at each other, eyes wide. Of course Robin had overheard the whole encounter, and had chosen not to say anything until now. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell! As long as you promise to wash your hands before you get back to work, Stevey-poo.”

Robin laughs obnoxiously, and you’re caught between drinking the nearest cleaning chemical or busting into hysterics yourself.

Steve, on the other hand, looks like he wants to die, a pained expression painted across his crimson-flushed cheeks.

“God fucking damn it, (y/n).”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #joe keery #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #mine #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

[vodika-vibes]

2x1 anon. YAAAAAASSS. I hope I inspire people to ask you these 🤤 I have so many ideas, so many couples, where/with whom I do begin...

Yeah, please and thank you so much!

May I ask, pearl love with Tech and Crosshair in winter at night please. With an introverted reader maybe?

Better Together

Summary: It's been a week since Life Day, and you're struggling with being overwhelmed with everything you've had to do in the last two weeks. Luckily, you don't have to manage alone.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Reader x TBB Tech

Word Count: 854

Prompt: Pearl - Honest Love

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: Alright, I came really close to going over my word limit with this one, but, thankfully I was able to make it happen without going over the word limit. I hope you like it! Also, introversion kind of went hand in hand with anxiety in this one, I think. Whoops.

You love Crosshair and Tech. You do. They’re wonderful, even when Crosshair is at his grumpiest. Even when Tech is intentionally trying to irritate his brother.

You’ve never been happier.

But sometimes you need some space from them. It’s not because you don’t want them around, but because sometimes you just can’t handle people anymore. Even people that you love.

Maybe even especially people that you love.

Normally this happens after you’ve been forced to interact with a lot of people over a short period of time. Holidays are the worst for this, honestly. And though both Crosshair and Tech said that you didn’t have to host their siblings for Life Day, that their brothers and sister would understand, you were determined to push through it.

For a week. A week of people in your space. Touching your things. Talking to you.

It would have been overwhelming even if you hadn’t spent the week before with your family.

Which leads you to now.

Awake even though both Crosshair and Tech are asleep. Neither of them are pressed against you, which is a good thing because it means that you’re able to slide out the end of the bed and retreat to the living room.

Hunter and the others left earlier that day, but the Life Day decorations are still hanging around your home, and you need to do something, anything, to make the bad feelings go away, so, in spite of the late hour, you start pulling decorations off the tree.

It’s peaceful. The movements of pulling ornaments down and wrapping them is the perfect kind of repetitive that it’s nearly meditative, and you’re able to half watch the snow fall from the sky.

Quiet. Peaceful.

Exactly what you need.

Still, you’re not surprised when the bedroom door slides open and a pair of warm bodies press against your sides, “Kitten,” Crosshair sounds doubly grumpy, and you feel bad for waking him up, “It’s 2 in the morning.” His arms sling low around your waist, and his fingers absently play with the hem of the shirt you’re wearing.

“There are more productive times to pull down the decorations.” Tech agrees as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Such as when the sun comes up.”

“I’m being productive now,” You point out.

Crosshair’s arms tighten around you, “You should be sleeping, not pulling down life day decorations, Kitten.”

“You should not be doing it alone at all.” Tech adds, “We all decorated, so we all pull the decorations down.”

“You were asleep.” You offer weakly.

The brothers share a look over your head, before Crosshair sighs and lightly pulls the decoration from your hand, carelessly tossing it into the box, and he pulls you onto his lap so you’re facing Tech.

He rests his forehead against the back of your head and his arms wrap tightly around you.

Tech, meanwhile, shifts closer so that he’s able to cup your face with gentle hands. “You are overwhelmed.” It’s not a question, but a statement of face, “You have been for days now. We,” He motions to himself and Crosshair, “did not say anything because everytime we tried you claimed that you were fine.”

“I am-”

“Don’t.” Crosshair warns, “Don’t lie. Not to us. You think we can’t tell how you are feeling, Kitten? After all this time?”

“The back to back Life Day Events were too much. Even we think that.” Tech adds, “Next year we will spread them out.”

“Next time you’re feeling overwhelmed, just be honest with us.” Crosshair says, “That’s the only way that this relationship is going to work. You agreed to that.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” You slump in Crosshair’s arms, “I just…you were both so happy to see your brothers and sister-”

“-and you felt that you could not talk to us.” Tech finishes, “That is on us, and we are sorry, cyare.”

“Clearly, we all need to do better.” Crosshair says, “We can start in the morning, when the sun comes up.” 

“I agree, we should return to bed.” Tech says, “Will you come with us?”

You glance at the decorations all around you, and Crosshair squeezes your hip tightly, “The mess will hold until the sun comes up.” He says in your ear, “Come back to bed, Kitten.”

You sigh and nod, “Alright.”

Tension seems to drain out of both men, and you wonder if they expected you to fight them on this.

And then you’re ushered back into bed, and bundled up with your favorite blanket. Crosshair tangles his legs with yours and pulls your face to his chest, while Tech buries his face in the back of your neck.

They both murmur affirmations of love against your skin, and you feel a surge of affection towards them both as you return their sentiments. 

And then a wave of exhaustion hits you, and you wonder if part of your problem is that neither Crosshair or Tech have been as physically affectionate with you in the past week. Something to consider in the morning, as you slowly drift off to sleep, safe and comfortable in their arms.

#star wars #tbb #vodika vibes 500 followers celebration #tbb crosshair x reader x tbb tech #crosshair x reader x tech #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #f!reader fic #answered asks

[rreskk]

HEADCANONS: Fem!reader in a relationship with the Holy Trinity

MICHAEL DE SANTA – - “Ah, I’m sorry honey. The movies on.” His love language depends on how much quality time interferes with his own interests. While it may seem neglecting, you’ll come to understand that he’s in his own world. And he makes up by gifting you presents – unwanted or not – trying to reamend the many times he’s bailed on dates, etc. - He may have been a charming man at first, but being in a relationship with Michael really highlights his unfamiliarity with intimacy and connection. He’ll find it hard to communicate his wants due to that barrier between short-term desire and long-term love. You’re usually the one to make a move and give him a foundation to build his trust on. - Michael loves to be glamoured with your compliments and praises. One time he bought a new suit and showed you. After commenting on how handsome he looked, it encouraged him to dive deeper, attempting to drink and eat healthier products but also wear more fitting outfits. You make him look more presentable as you provide support and comfort. - He is a father! When dating a father, here comes responsibilities like parenting advice, and what NOT to say. You’ve experienced how dysfunctional he is. Michael knows he’s a troubling father and he listens to your advice – to an extent. He’ll mostly always add a little twist that completely destroys the meaning of your words, but it’s the consideration that counts. And maybe the tearfulness of his children after. And you annoyance because he dismissed your advice. But hey, that’s Michael! - “You’re dating a movie producer, honey.” Michael will always find a way to be prideful. In all cases where you find a flaw, he’ll shrug it off by mentioning how successful he is (in these flaws), making it sound like a good thing by paradox-ing whatever the hell he’s done – whether that’s criminality or being a selfish ass. -Surprisingly vanilla in the bedroom department. The typical rose petals on the bed and his infamous boxer shorts for when sexy time does occur. Though vanilla, it’s charming because it’s Michael. It’s more bonding he focusses on. Because he’s a bit estranged romantically, he tries to ensure sexual activity is maintained. - He invites you into this nostalgic journey. Allowing him to reminisce really brightens his mood. Even more if you engage and ask questions. It may boost his ego, but he’ll assume you are genuinely interested. - Out of the trio, due to his maturity (even that?) and experience, he’s the most likely to keep you out of the criminality, and so he should! Michael protects you from any dangers and will seclude you from his own issues.

TREVOR PHILIPS – - “What do you mean you were busy?” The most clingiest. He’s very dependant when you earn his trust. Everything has to be outwardly expressed, whether that’s a doctors appointment or Jerry from down the road talking about his heater breaking. Trevor won’t even be interested but he’ll feel safe knowing due to his trust issues. You may get interrogated a lot when you forget to tell him certain things, but if you apologise MEANINGFULLY, he’ll forgive you. Maybe… (The grudge stays there though). - He does carry this intense aura around him and it gets a bit uncomfortable. Trevor has got something constantly making him angry or sad, so you’ll have to deal with this baggage, even if that’s listening to him rant or holding him – as requested. It’s better to say nothing because if you try and be rational, he’ll assume you are devaluing his feelings. - “Why are you closing the door? Leave it open. Ain’t no one here except me.” Trevor does not understand privacy and boundaries. You could be going to the bathroom or wanting time to yourself and he’ll demand you leave the door open. For no reason. He just like hearing you shuffle around. It makes him feel less alone and more safe. However, it can be annoying for you since you are forced to deal with his smell and intensive clinginess. - Very touchy and physical. Trevor has a high sex-drive and will crave bedroom time A LOT. From quickies to a passionate 3 session afternoon which leaves you both gasping for water and the bible. He does make you feel loved though. Not an inch of your skin has been left cold. He has touched you all. One way or another… - Unfortunately includes you in his drama a lot. Trevor doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, let alone his impulses. And he gets into situations all the time. You are either a target of revenge or a cover-up. No in between. SOS babe, you’re in some trouble.

FRANKLIN CLINTON – - He treasures normality out of them all. Franklin craves a normal relationship where you do your own thing, and he does too. Independence is key. However, sometimes you’ll wonder why he hasn’t messaged in days after he left the house last Tuesday. It can strain a bit of your relationship as you don’t share much details about your everyday life, so you have no idea about the activities he gets up to. Vise versa. - “You need a ride out?” Franklin is also observant though. He sees you getting ready and offers you a ride. He sees you looking for something, offers to look. He sees you frustrated, he offers a solution. Despite being the youngest, he’s got a heart of gold towards  the people he loves. - You don’t have to prove your self-worth by being sexually active. Franklin is open-minded enough to understand boundaries and feelings. Just because you’re distant that day doesn’t mean you hate him, and he knows that. Just because you haven’t been sexually active in the past month doesn’t mean you hate him, he knows that too. - Franklin tries to keep you out of his business but sometimes information slips. He can trust the wrong people and get into some trouble, causing you to be a target of revenge. He tries to be private but he’ll talk to people he’ll deem “trustworthy”, and sometimes they can be the wrong people. - Takes you out a lot in dates. You’ll visit new diners, movies, bars, discos. Whatever. Franklin loves quality time and will ensure you are taken out every week. That’s how he bonds. You can share memories and moments together, whether that’s funny memories or romantic, or maybe sad. He finds value in everything. - The people he surround himself with can strain the relationship. Criminals and gangsters. He’ll invite strange people home and you’ll have to deal with their antiques. Franklin shrugs it off as it’s “business”, but you’ll always find the strangers invading your personal space and privacy. Dangerous strangers as well. It puts you on edge.

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[sans-guy]

Do you have any advice about keeping bittys? I was thinking of getting one (maybe classic or fell, or both if they would get along and keep each other company?) but I'm not sure if I'm ready. Do you keep yours in a cage or can you let them roam free? Also how much should you feed them?

i am definitely not an expert or qualified by any means, before crumb i really had no idea how to care for one, but it really is just like having your own guy hanging around.

most sanses are typically Ok with just existing around you, but the buggers can teleport short distances, so just be mindful.

i don't really know anything about papyrus bitties but i heard they're a lot more social typically than sanses; but then again always depends on the type.

remember they're just little guys so i wouldn't recommend sticking them in a cage; i did with crumb for a while but eventually i just let him roam my house as much as he wanted, and he was much happier that way. He didn't go far because there's no nice hot fresh food outside.

If you really want them to have a nice place of their own, a doll house could work?? might be a little patronizing to them since most of them are like pink and frilly barbie houses. but there are people who hand make small houses for bitties. they're pretty expensive tho

they'll eat whatever you eat, i guess just make a little extra whenever you cook. obviously they don't eat a lot, but it does bring a guardian and their bitty closer when you guys share meal time :>

don't feed them like. bitty pellets. that's a load of bs. would you want to only eat crunchy dried food all the time? wears their teeth down too.

enrichment depends on the type but all of them like joke books, im pretty sure.

Idk what bitty would be fine with being left home alone all the time so i really only recommend getting another one if you work all day; but it's a costly mistake if their personalities don't meld with each other :(

i'm sure any rescue/adoption centers will let you bring your bitty in to meet another one to see if they get along initially.

If i'm going to reccomend one to a beginner, i'd say a blue/swap is the best choice, ik ik they're popular but they really are pretty easy to take care of and very interactive

classic is another good choice, but they like their naps and alone time so they're good if you just want a chill guy without the higher maintenance and attention a swap needs.

ones like swapfell or horror or yandere i only recommend for intermediates, i hear a lot about their temper or aggression.

crumb is a special case for me, he's my first and only bitty (so far)

his last caretaker wasn't so great with him, not sure what they did, but whatever they did resulted in crumb's hesitation when it comes to socializing. He's getting better though, but i still allow him to pick and choose when and who he wants to be around; forcing him to is counter productive.

tldr; just show your little guys some respect and decency.

#long post #hopefully this is helpful anon #winks #bittybones #trying to refrain from using owner pet language #stuff like gaurdian/buddy/caretaker might be better

[mx-ryder]

Some thoughts on Hazbin Hotel

I literally just watched HH this week, followed by binging Helluva Boss on YouTube right after. And my Dash is full of HH and HB stuff now. And the other day I saw someone posted their thoughts on the show, including one specific take that it falls right back under the typical "Sinners are bad but hey, we can fix them!" sort of trope. (I really don't know if I'll be able to find the post again, if I do, I'll reblog/link it here or something).

And hey, I'm not gonna argue that it doesn't, per se. I just think there's a bit more to it than that.

c.w for general religious trauma talk, SA mentions, drug use/abuse, alcohol use, addiction, gambling, probably other things I'm not thinking of

(Also please don't feel like you have to read this. It's literally just me rambling because I haven't been able to stop thinking about this topic all fucking day, so I wrote it down to get it out of my head. Obviously if you read it and want to comment/continue the discussion, feel free. Just please. Be respectful.)

Now.

All my thoughts on HH are very much colored by my past experiences with religion, US christianity, specifically. More specifically still, the sort of christianity that makes people believe that "home schooling" their kids, isolating and indoctrinating them away from anyone who might make them question it all, is the best course of action. I grew up bouncing from church to church, from home schooling co-op to co-op, all so my bio-mom could find the exact group to echo her own sentiments back at her.

Among the things I grew up believing were great ideas such as:

Sexuality is inherently disgusting, and something you should always be forcing down/avoiding/punishing yourself about. Masturbation, porn, sex before marriage, dressing "immodestly", and any sexuality outside of heterosexual were inherently evil and worthy of punishment. Sometimes that punishment was being assaulted, because really, she should've covered up, right? Girls, sometimes girls as young as 12-13 (if not younger) were villainized for wearing tank-tops and shorts, because they were causing the boys to stumble and immodesty was a moral failing on their part.

Drugs, alcohol, substances in general, are bad and wrong and using them, or heaven forbid becoming addicted, is a moral failing on your part. You are a bad person for consuming a drug, and therefore deserve to fall into addiction, houselessness, starvation, and/or abuse.

Poor people deserve it. Accepting help of any kind is leeching off good, hard-working people. Your worth as a person is directly tied to your ability to be a "productive member of society."

Any mental health issues are your fault, and are either because you don't believe in jesus hard enough, or because you're inherently broken and sinful and therefore unsaveable. There is no room for sympathy or empathy for anyone struggling.

There's a reason these are the same stereotypical archetypes you see in this sort of show. The queer sex-addict. The gambler. The "weirdo" who isn't like other people and enjoys "weird" things, or enjoys things "too much". Even just the party-girl character. Because these aren't just stereotypes. These are actual entire groups of people who are ostracized and vilified just for being who they were born to be, for making choices christians don't like, or for being sick.

And that brings me to Angel Dust. Who, by the way, I wish I could've been given a content warning about, because holy shit Ep 4 and Addict hit me really fucking hard. My friend recommended the show to me without having watched it, so I went in not expecting that sort of storyline to punch me in the gut out of nowhere.

Anyway! Angel Dust! Literally named after a drug. A gay porn star who flirts shamelessly with anyone and everyone, who proudly shows off his best films to his friends, who secretly hates his job, not because of the sex, as we come to find out, but because he's under the thumb of a fucking psycho who treats him like shit and actively physically, sexually, and mentally/emotionally abuses him. He's basically been trafficked, and hates that he doesn't have any say in what happens to him in front of the camera. It's a horrifying position to be in, and one that left me a little shaken up, tbf.

The take I'm mostly writing this based on is that Hazbin Hotel falls into the trite tropes of "rich white girl attempts to fix people who are below her" and specifically mentioned disappointment in how Charlie didn't try to argue that Angel Dust didn't deserve hell based only on his addiction or sexual past, but that she instead claimed that she could "fix him."

And I just . . . think that's a little bit of a black/white take.

For the first part, what would people rather she do? Put all her time, effort, influence, and power into trying her damnedest to help her people, who are being slaughtered by the thousands every year just because Adam is bored? Or sit at home and use all that time, effort, influence, and power to make rubber duckies like her father? She could just ignore everything going on, call it hopeless, give up, and ignore the suffering of her people. Would that be better? Would that satisfy this weird little "she's just a rich white girl with privilege" gripe?

Charlie is a rich girl. A princess. Someone with huge amounts of privilege, power, influence, etc. But you know what? She's also stuck in hell. She was born there, through no fault or choice of her own, and because of who her parents are, she is trapped in literal hell, with no hope of ever, ever ascending to heaven. She does not get a chance at redemption, because she was born to the wrong people. She is a young woman who was born into horrifying circumstances, living in a world that she frequently expresses disgust for (her frequent discomfort with sexuality, her disgust toward the cannibals, her dislike of violence, even necessary self-defense).

And she still loves her people and wants to see the best in them.

She would be completely justified in hating everything about hell, her life, the people around her, her parents, heaven, everything, really. She has every right to hate her entire existence, but she puts all that hatred for the system into her efforts to fucking do something about it. Why is that a bad thing, just because she was born into a position of power and authority??

And now on to Angel Dust.

Charlie never once makes a judgement call about Angel or his habits, his work, or his personality. She expresses discomfort with the sexual nature of his work (tbh wouldn't be surprised if she's a sex-repulsed ace), but she does not think he's a bad person because of his work. Nor does she think that he needs to stop doing his work in order to become a better/good person. When she tries to get him some time off, she's explicitly doing it because she wants him to have time to decompress and participate in activities at the hotel, not because she wants him doing less of his specific kind of work.

She never condemns his partying, either. She has a bar in her hotel! She defends him partying, right to heaven's face, because she knows everyone present has partied, everyone has enjoyed a drink with friends. There is no condemnation of his partying activities, and I don't think she ever makes it seem as though Angel needs fixing.

What I got out of that episode, watching Charlie passionately defending her friend in front of the worst fucking person in the universe, was that people do not need to be fixed, but some love and support can help them make better choices for themselves. Angel still has a good time. He still has his job (contract, y'know, but would probably be in the industry regardless). The only thing different about that particular night of partying is that he's out with people who care about him, and who he cares about.

Even Cherri, though she expresses some joking disappointment that he's spending so much time worrying about Nifty, doesn't actually seem that put out by it. She teases him a little, but leaves him to do his thing. And his thing is making sure his friend, who is less experienced at partying (and who is significantly smaller/more vulnerable than most other people), is safe and okay. His thing is defending his friends from an extremely dangerous person, at massive risk to his own personal safety.

And he didn't do any of this because he'd been "fixed" or because he'd "changed." He did it because, for possibly the first time ever, he has people around him who love and care for him, and who want the best for him. And who he loves and wants the best for in return. He said himself that he stays out of his mind on substances, allows himself to be drugged and assaulted, puts on this persona of care-free-crack-whore-who-only-thinks-about-sex, because he is trying everything in his power to dull the pain he's in. Because he doesn't believe he deserves any better.

And this, this is what Charlie is trying to show Heaven. She is trying to show them that there is nothing morally damning about alcohol consumption, or even drug use, sex work, or anything that makes Angel who he is. She's trying to show them that, with some love, care, and support, with a safe place to call home, with their base physical and emotional needs being met, people don't need to resort to the sort of destructive behavior heaven/Adam is condemning! People can choose to engage in these behaviors safely, consciously, and with people around them who want them to be safe and have a good time.

Then we get on to the idea that this entire episode ends on. Heaven doesn't know how people get there. They don't know what it takes to be "good enough" for heaven. Sera herself admits that Adam was just "the first soul in heaven," all but admitting that he's just there because he defaulted into it. (Though that does make me wonder, what about Abel? He would have died long before Adam, and considering how long Adam lived, and that there were plenty of other people around by the time he would have died, where were all those souls going??).

And Adam is the fucking worst! He is literally the worst, most selfish, violent, vulgar soul in the entire show, but he is allowed in heaven, for reasons no one even understands.

You know what the difference is between Adam and Angel?

Adam can't be fixed.

His behaviors are all destructive, not to himself, but to others. He insults, abuses, hurts, and kills with abandon. He made this weird, shitty deal with Hell and Lucifer because he wanted to murder innocent souls, because he was bored, and the rest of heaven doesn't even know about it. He has free reign to be an absolute piece of shit to everyone around him, damaging people left and right, and he will never face any sort of justice for it, because hey, he's already in heaven!

But Angel? Angel's behavior is all self-destructive. Again. He gets fucked up to dull his immense pain. He allows himself to be drugged and assaulted because he believes he deserves it. Because he's been told, for who knows how many thousands of years, that he's a whore anyway, so why shouldn't he be free to use for anyone who wants to take him? He has been beaten down, physically, emotionally, sexually, until he's a shell of a person who is struggling to find any reason to continue his shitty existence.

And he hurts only himself.

I mean, okay, he does piss off Husk sometimes, crosses boundaries/etc. But he and Husk pretty clearly fix that between themselves. There's no lasting damage there, and idk if anyone else noticed, but he stops that behavior pretty much entirely after that ep.

Angel is hurting. He is hollow, and hopeless, and trapped. And he does not need to be fixed, nor does Charlie ever attempt to do so.

All she does is reach out a hand, and say, "Hey, I see that you're struggling. This place is fucked up, isn't it? Maybe I can help."

Charlie is a flawed person. She takes her privilege for granted. She feels the immense weight of her choices, and the pressure of having taken responsibility for a people who may never want her help. She messes up, because somehow, she's endlessly cheerful and optimistic, despite her upbringing and the world she grew up in.

Charlie is flawed. But she's trying her fucking best. She isn't trying to fix. She's trying to help.

We all need some help, every now and then, don't we?

#non writing #not writing related #maybe kinda writing related? #story telling #story themes #story elements #themes and motifs #Hazbin Hotel #angel dust #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel adam #religious trauma #narrative #storytelling #SA #abuse mentions #SA mentions #drug use cw #cw drugs #cw SA #cw abuse #cw religion #cw religious trauma #cw alcohol #cw gambling #cw self destruction #cw emotional abuse #rambling #media #media literacy

[gardenofnineveh]

Oh, oh, I am laughing so hard at plumber Aemond! I just can't stop laughing, it's just too good. Please say you'll write a short drabble of Luke, Aemond and Tom's life together. I really like the AU you created.

Dear Anon-chan,

Thank you ☺️ I have gathered a collection of my thoughts that are hopefully entertaining 🥸

Lucerys gives birth to a baby girl. Both Tom and Aemond are totally girl dads 👧 (girl = my precious baby, let me braid your hair; boy = aight boy, you’re getting outta my house as soon as you turn 18)

Tom and Aemond have a fight about naming. Aemond wants to name his daughter Vhagar, but Tom thinks that’s old-fashioned and might get his child bullied in school.

Luke steps in and names the child Lois in honor of Tom’s sister with the middle name Helaena in honor of Aemond’s sister. (Ofc, her last name is Velaryon after Luke)

They rotate on baby tasks. Tom loves to keep the baby on his chest before bed time while he reads a book (*ahem* Kama Sutra to learn ancient Indian knowledge on how to make his sperm more potent than that of Aemond). Little lucu-fruit sometimes chomps down on Tom’s nipples when he holds her like that (just Tom’s, not Luke’s or Aemond’s).

Aemond likes to hold the baby while he stands upright with their cheeks pressed together.

Luke straddles the baby his hip as he goes around the house. (Luke has an excess of 🥛 production, so he pumps to store in the fridge.)

Luke is super protective of his child, but Aemond and Tom takes it to an excessive level.

They are all great parents but have very different parenting styles. Luke is the nurturing, understanding kind. Tom is the let’s play and explore the world, hands-on kind. Aemond is the teaching, knowledgeable kind.

Tom and Aemond are try-hard dads, but also dumb daddies. (See refusal to get a paternity test — they’d just argue that the baby is more like them because of the baby likes something… Arguments start as jokes and quickly escalate to getting physical. Luke has to put them in timeout corner and force them to wear a get-along shirt.)

Whenever one of them is taking care of the baby, the other takes advantage of the free time and gets spicy 🌶️ time with Luke.

Once little lucu-fruit bites Tom’s nipple while Tom is child duty. Tom’s bursts into the bathroom to check on his nipple but instead he finds Aemond and Luke banging. (Luke swears they were just trying to unclog the drain because Aemond is a plumber 🔧)

The three of them have broken the bed frame 🛌 on more than one occasion 😅

Whenever Tom is deployed or Aemond has to travel for work, Aemond and Tom work in a seamless alliance to update each other on Luke’s status.

After his pregnancy, Luke joins a gym because he thinks he should lose some weight (Tom & Aemond are like no, you don’t, you’re perfect ❤️)

Luke’s gym trainer is someone by the name of Osferth. Tom and Aemond quickly intervene after seeing Osferth’s face and convince Luke that they can train him.

Tom is daddy, and Luke is papa. That has been the arrangement since before Aemond was a thing. So Aemond gets called father. (Secretly, Aemond wishes for a cuter name.)

So when little Lois Helaena is in elementary school and learns about this, she begins calling Tom “dad” and Aemond “daddy almond”. Luke is always “papa” 😚 (Aemond’s heart melts.)

Aemond and Tom compete on who can do the best hairdos for their girl. Low key start a YouTube channel for girls’ hairstyles.

After Tom is honorably discharged from the Navy, Aemond and Tom start a Plumbing + HVAC business. (Tom fixed HVAC systems on navy ships.)

Luke, Aemond, and Tom have more children! Luke names their second child, a boy, Vizzy D after Aemond’s father Viserys and Tom’s father Douglas.

Any boy who tries to hit on their girl will be given shit (and fire and blood) from Tom and Aemond. It’s gotten to the point where little Lois has cried to Luke about it multiple times.

The three of them live a simple but fulfilling life full of love 💗

#lucemond #tom bennett x lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #tom bennett

[blancetude]

Of Rain & Lilacs

Part 02

Alpha!Jungkook x F!Omega!Chubby!Reader

❝ I broke my rules for you. ❞

PART 01

➢ 𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: When Jeon Jungkook first met the strange Omega everyone had been whispering of she looked every bit like a delicate butterfly, not knowing he would eventually pluck her wings.

➢ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: angst, fluff, dub-con, strangers to friends to lovers to estranged (lol)

➢ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Verbal & Physical Bullying, Fat Shaming, Eventual Dubcon Smut-ish, Lots of Tears

➢ 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 4.1k

** NOT PROOFREAD **

➢ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

➢ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱: @thiccchocolatebar @mwitsmejk

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You huffed as you tried to scratch the annoying itch under your wellness collar. The thick strap of leather hung heavy on your neck and made it uncomfortable to keep on for long.

“Must suck wearing those, they look so restrictive.” Yugeom whispered from where he sat across from you.

You’d gone to the library in hopes of some productive study time before the upcoming exam weeks when you’d run into the giant baby-faced beta.

It was only your second time hanging out with him without Jungkook there, first being a short walk to the science building, but you found his presence to be rather calming. He was adorable and fun to talk to so you didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Yeah, I wish they weren’t mandatory, I mean not all Alphas are lust-driven maniacs waiting to bond with anything on legs.”

Yugeom gave you a sympathetic nod and pout, agreeing that it wasn’t fair.

“Amen sis.”

Since the beginning of time, the government had put heavy restrictions and laws onto Omegas, specifically unmated ones. Those who did not have a mate must wear what they do affectionately call a Wellness Collar, though there was nothing nice about it, it was useful in preventing accidental or forced bonds onto Omegas.

You had no problem with being safe but they were uncomfortable and made you look like cattle. Only mated Omegas were allowed to take them off, them being deemed ‘owned’ already.

If you had it your way you would make Alphas who couldn’t control themselves wear muzzles, why were Omegas the ones who needed to suffer?

“At least yours is cute.” Yugeom added, pointing to a butterfly stick on the left side of your collar.

Your chest puffed out in pride at his compliment, happy that your decorating skills are finally being acknowledged.

“You should see my apartment, I got a lot of crazy cool stuff going on in there.”

“Wow you‘d invite Yugeom before me? And I thought we were close.” You froze as the familiar scent of rain and lilacs filled your entire being.

Jungkook grinned and took the seat next to you after giving Yugeom a side hug, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as a friendly greeting as well.

The Alpha looked like he just got out of the gym, his sleeveless black tee shirt did almost nothing to hide his inked arm and firmly toned biceps.

You had to look away before you actually drooled on your textbook.

“Of course she’d invite me first, I’m obviously the cuter one.” Yugeom grinned, running a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Jungkook laughed and rolled his eyes before turning to you and giving you the biggest puppy-dog eyes.

“(Y/n)ie, invite me too I wanna see your crazy cool stuff.”

You thought about it for a millisecond before agreeing. It wouldn’t be so bad to have two very handsome boys in your apartment, right?

“Okay, how about this Friday?” You tilted your head in thought.

“A sleepover! I’ll bring the drinks!” Yugeom whisper yelled, fists pumping in the air.

Jungkook tsked at his friends suggestion even if it did sound fun. “Don’t just make plans on your own Yug,” The Alpha scolded. “It’s up to Cherry here on what we do.”

Yugeom raised a brow at his friends words. “Are you sure cause (Y/n) more excited about the idea than I do.”

Jungkook turned back to see your eyes wide and practically sparking at the suggestion.

You blushed softly and looked down, twiddling your fingers shyly at being caught. “Sorry– This is just the first time I’ve had someone so excited to hang out with me, a sleep over sounds fun.”

The boys felt their hearts clench at how pure and innocent you were.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna show you how to properly conduct a sleep over, trust me I’m a professional.” Jungkook gave you that charming boyish grin that made your cheeks feel hot.

“Party at (Y/n)’s!” Yugeom cheered before getting numerous shushing from all around.

“Sorry sorry-“ Jungkook bowed as you covered your mouth to muffle your giggles.

“We should head out, it’s getting late and I have a test tomorrow morning.” You sighed, starting to pack your things up, Yugeom doing the same.

The three of you barely made it out of the pine double doors before you heard, “Kookie!”

Gaeun and Jangmi stood in their expensive designer clothes looking every bit like vogue models.

Their eyes slim and seductive as they eyed Jungkook and Yugeom so openly, you’d think they’d jump them on the spot.

“Hey Gaeun, finishing class?” Jungkook gave her a friendly smile, Yugeom waving politely to his side.

“Hi– oh you’re here too...” Gaeun’s smile dropped when she saw you in between the two tall boys.

You gripped the strap of your purse tightly, trying not to show your nervous ticks.

“Are you two free Friday? We were planning on going out for drinks!” Gaeun smiled, her perfect pearly teeth peeking out behind glossy cherry lips.

“I thought it was a girls night?” Jangmi questioned, earning an elbow jab to the ribs from her friend.

Jungkook shook his head, his heavy arm slinging over your shoulder. “Sorry but we promised (Y/n)ie that we’d have our own girls night.”

“Maybe next time!” Yugeom concluded before bidding the girls a good night and dragging you off.

“Jangmi looked like she was gonna eat me.” Yugeom shivered dramatically making you laugh, trying not to think about the warmth of Jungkook’s firm side against your arm.

The boys walked you to the end of the large campus happily chatting away about the most mundane things that made your cheeks hurt from the amount of smiles they forced out of you.

Gaeun couldn’t tear her eyes away from the way Jungkook pressed you against his side, almost like he cared for you more than he led on.

She clenched her fist tightly to her side, knuckles white against her already milky skin.

It should have been her with Jungkook. She was always chased by man after man, so why would she get him to spare her even the smallest glance?

She watched until the three of you disappeared from sight before swiftly turning on her heels and stalking off, a worried Jangmi behind her.

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By the time Friday rolled around, you were a nervous wreck. Your hands and knees were raw from all the time you spent on them scrubbing and cleaning every inch of your small apartment.

Now you were at the little convenience store across the street trying to decide what kind of snacks you’d get for your friends.

You weren’t too picky with what you liked and you hoped they were the same. Without much thought you loaded your little basket with a small mountain of snacks and went to the front to pay.

The cashier was a cute looking girl, tall and slim with wavy brown hair and big doll eyes. She didn’t look much younger than yourself.

She must be new you thought, you hadn’t seen here before and you came to the store regularly. Still she looked strangely familiar.

She greeted you with a bright smile that turned her eyes into crescents when it was your turn.

You looked down at your basket, suddenly feeling insecure of the amount of food you had. It was almost like suddenly everyone was watching you, their eyes digging into the back of your head.

Should you put some of them back? They probably weren’t surprised someone your size would get so much junk food. I mean look at you.

Your fingers shook slightly as you lifted the basket onto the white counter, trying to shield the view of your snack mountain with your body as best you could, your eyes glued down.

Just pay and leave, simple as that.

You saw the girls slim fingers bring the basket closer to herself before a gasp left her lips.

There it was. You just knew she was going to comment on your choices.

“Oh my god! They brought the honey butter chips back?! Where did you get these?” The girl held the bag up with both hands beside her pretty face.

You looked up, blinking at her unexpected question.

“Uh… I found them by the drinks.” You pointed dumbly behind you in the vague direction.

“I can’t believe it! I need to put some aside before they sell out! I’ve been waiting for this flavor since like forever ago!” Her bubbly voice rang a bit loud, her hands waving wildly by her sides as she spoke.

You couldn’t help the laugh that left your lips at how she reacted.

“Have you tried the apple flavor? It’s so good! Well not as good as these of course but wow they’re yummy!” She happily chatted away, barely letting you get more than a few words in as she recommended snack after snack while she scanned and bagged your items.

“Thanks for the recommendations, I can tell you have good taste.” You smiled, looping the bag around your wrist.

“I promise you won’t regret it!” She nodded, “I’m hoping to become a chef when I’m older, so I like trying new flavors.”

“How old are you?” You questioned.

“Oh I’m 18!” She held out her hand for you to shake which you gladly did. Her skin was cool and you could almost faintly smell crisp apples and strawberries.

All workers were required to apply scent blocker patches onto their necks as to not attract or disrupt their daily duties but the cashier’s scent was refreshing and welcoming, you guessed just like her personality.

“I’m Saeun! Nice to meet you…” she tilted her head cutely, waiting for you to say your own name.

“Oh! I’m (Y/n), it’s nice to meet you as well.”

Saeun quickly bowed in respect making you laugh at her cute actions. She really was just a kid.

“I hope to see you again (Y/n)!” You hummed and waved, taking your bag out and quickly making your way back to your apartment.

Saeun was adorable, you wished you had a little sister like her. You were the middle child, two older brothers before you and two younger brothers after you.

Being the only girl in a family of boys would sound like a dream for most but it was anything like that for you.

Your Mother made it her life goal to make you feel like your birth was a mistake. You wanted to believe that she did love you at one point in time, maybe when you were a baby but what made her change her mind?

She began to grow colder and colder the older you got. You were never pretty enough, skinny enough, smart enough. Once you presented as an Omega, whatever little love and kindness (if any at all) your Mother had for you disappeared in an instant.

You still faintly remember her retreating figure, disgusted and angry drowning her aging face when you called out for her in fear. The awakening of your wolf was unfamiliar and frightening and you just needed your mommy, please I’m scared.

Your Father was no better, if not worse. He was only a spectator in your endless torture. Only focusing on his sons, even turning the youngest boys against you.

Your youngest brother was such an angel as a child, never leaving you out despite your mother warning him to not get too close to you. He’d sneak into your room at night and huddle with you under your thin covers, giving you some snacks he’d sneaked out when your mother sent you to bed without dinner.

He too changed. When he presented as an Elite Alpha just as his other brothers have, he began to pull away. Your Father told him he was special, that he should not be around a Lowly Omega, that he was better.

You hadn’t thought of him much until this moment. Despite taking the first chance at escaping your family, you still tried to get into contact with your siblings. It wasn’t their fault they were brainwashed, you still loved them. If only they would pick up your calls.

Bing!

You fished your cellphone out of your back pocket, looking through the spam of texts Yugeom and Jungkook sent you in the group chat they created.

You laughed to yourself at their childish use of bunny and puppy stickers after almost every message, letting you know that they were on their way.

You tossed the bag of snacks onto the coffee table that was pushed to the other side of the room, a large mess of pillows and blankets took charge in the middle of your living room.

Despite living with only Alphas, you had no idea what their sleeping needs where. Your Omega became anxious at the sight of the mess. Only having known to make nests, your fingers twitched at the need to make the biggest most fluffiest nest for the boys. But would they be uncomfortable?

Nests were a sacred thing for Omegas. It was so raw and intimate, to be let into an Omega’s nest meant that they trusted you with their life.

You didn’t have time to think it over when two loud knocks followed by a call of your name made you flinch.

Shit they’re here already?

You threw a few pillows around before rushing to the door, swinging it open to reveal your very handsome and excited looking friends.

Yugeom was clad in a large green university hoodie and grey sweatpants while Jungkook had his signature black basketball shorts and oversized plain white t-shirt.

“(Y/n)ie!” Yugeom stepped in, pulling you into a bone crushing hug despite holding bags of what looked suspiciously like bottles and more snacks. “Ready for the best night of your life?!”

Jungkook tsked and playfully shoved his friend further into the room. “Ignore him.” He rolled his eyes before he smiled warmly at your smaller figure, pulling you into a gentle hug. “Hi cherry.” He almost whispered, lips dangerously close to your ear.

You tried to will your beating heart to relax as you accepted the hug, his warmth so kind and welcoming.

“Hi.” You whispered back, disappointed when he pulled away and walked into your apartment.

He let out a low whistle as his chocolate eyes scanned the low-lit room. Your pink walls were generously filled with pastel colored frames containing art prints from your favorite artists while your multicolored furniture sat comfortably on a black and white checkered rug.

Jungkook felt his heart warm at the sight of the messy nest in the middle of the living room.

Yugeom must have felt the same, his wide eyes focused at the same sight.

You followed their gaze, wondering why they were so quiet before your cheeks flushed.

“Oh! That’s just- my bed isn’t big enough for all of us so I thought we could set camp here.” You walked into the nest and tossed a few blankets around aimlessly to keep yourself from nervously picking at your fingers.

Jungkook took one step forward, reaching out to take one of your hands in his much bigger one.

“Look at me beautiful.” And how could you not when he asked so sweetly?

His brown eyes softened, thumb gently rubbing get back of your hand.

“Is it okay for Yugeom and I to enter your not nest?”

In that moment you couldn’t deny what you were afraid of in the past few months.

You liked Jungkook.

You liked liked Jungkook.

He was so sweet and caring. He didn’t judge you when you’d do anything abnormal in fact he even joined you and went out of his way to hang out with you. Before the smoothie incident you were virtually invisible to him and now he was a constant in your life that made you look forward to the start of your days.

Then there was Yugeom. Big dumb baby faced Yugeom who showed you only kindness since the first day Jungkook brought him along. The boy was so childish and happy, you felt like he was the big brother you’d always hoped for.

So of course you wanted them in your not nest.

You gently squeezed Jungkook’s hand, giving him a silent nod.

Jungkook’s bunny smile was dazzling as he stepped in fully into the pile and dragged you down to sit beside him as Yugeom dove in, throwing his arms around you dramatically and thank you for your permission.

The rest of the night was much better than you’d expected. The boys made you laugh with all their jokes and silly stories till you felt like your lungs were going to collapse and they took turns shoving snacks into your hands.

You didn’t know it at the time but Jungkook had been secretly watching you. He noticed that you never reached for food whenever it was present, even if you made it, and when you did you’d only take the tiniest piece as if ashamed for even wanting a taste in the first place.

“Ah this are spicy!” Yugeom whined, fanning a hand near his open mouth as he read the ingredients on the chip bag.

“I told you and you still didn’t listen.” Jungkook laughed from where he lay on your right, fiddling with an eyeliner pen you had on your coffee table.

“So how much did this thing cost?” He held the pen up closer to show you, brows furrowed in confusion since you’d told him the price of your compact earlier.

You told him the price and watch his eyes widen almost comically at your answer. “What?” He gasped, “that’s like five meals worth!”

You shrugged, taking the pen from him and uncapping it. “But it does the job right.”

“I think BamBam uses that brand too–“ Yugeom hummed and he leaned in, looking over your shoulder at your hands.

“I’m not surprised you know that Geommie.” Jungkook teased at the mention of the other Beta.

Yugeom’s cheeks and ears reddened in record time and he sat back like Jungkook had tried to hit him.

“H-He carries it with him so much, how could anyone not know?” He grumbled, turning away shyly.

Almost as if on cue Yugeom’s phone began to ring, the tone a soft piano etude he’d written a paper on.

The screen lit up to show ‘BB’ with an array of hearts after it.

Jungkook didn’t have to say anything, didn’t even have to blink for Yugeom to snatch his phone off the blanket and shoot up from his seat, clutching the device to his chest.

“I’ll be right back.” Was the only explanation he gave before he clumsily made his way out the front door, even forgetting his shoes.

“Who’s BamBam?” You questioned the Alpha.

“Yugeom’s fated pair.” He said simply, watching with a grin as your lips formed a small ‘o’ shape.

“No way? That’s so cute!” You smiled in glee. Fated pairs were one in a million, stuff you see in romantic movies or read about in cheesy novels. The fact that Yugeom was given the chance of a life time made your heart melt.

“How wonderful.” You sighed dreamily, unconsciously snuggling closer to Jungkook. He watched you for a few seconds with his own dreamy smile before playfully bumping your shoulders together.

“You think ya got a fated pair out here somewhere?”

You blinked at his question, taking some time to think.

“Maybe?” You questioned. “At least I hope I do. It seems beautiful to have such a strong bond with someone you’d least expect. But even if I don’t have a fated pair, it’ll just be nice to be wanted.”

Jungkook chuckled and nodded along, resting his head on your shoulder, sending your heart into a fury.

“I agree. Well, to love someone you’d least expect. Crazy how the right person can be right next you and you wouldn’t even know it, huh?”

Oh if only he knew.

You placed with your wellness collar and hummed, not trusting your voice at the moment.

Jungkook looked up at you from his position before sliding down so his head was rested atop your plush thighs instead, seeming content with his new pillow.

“Hey Cherry, you should do my makeup. It’s girls night ain’t it?” You raised a brow at the raven-haired alpha before scoffing a laugh.

“Yeah yeah let me use my expensive eyeliner on your big ol’ eyes.” You giggled and uncapped the pen, leaning down as Jungkook grinned and closed his eyes, presenting his full face to you.

At this angle you could see all of his handsome face. Oh how you wanted to pinch his cheeks, maybe kiss his adorable nose or trace the sharp line of his jaw.

You tried to concentrate as much as you could, you really really did but it was hard when you had the object of yours (and everyone else’s) desires propped so prettily on your lap for the taking.

You stilled your shaky hand and dragged the pen along his delicate lash line, stopping yourself from counting each beautiful strand.

He shifted a little saying you were tickling him only to get a playful flick to his forehead as a warning.

“I can’t work in these conditions!” You huffed, throwing your arms up dramatically. “Mango agrees with me.”

Jungkook laughed and gave you a strange look. “Mango? I thought it was just us here.”

You didn’t hesitate to point to a strawberry plush you had leaning against an armchair.

“Baby that’s a strawberry.”

“Your point?”

You and Jungkook stared at each other, flashbacks to your Smeaches conversation replaying in his head.

He threw his head back and laughed, hand coming up to pinch your chubby cheek between two rough fingers.

“Don’t ever change, promise me you won’t.”

You whined and tried to pull away but it was fruitless as his playful banter suddenly turned into a tickling match that had you pressed back into the floor with Jungkook hovering above you, his attack relentless and unforgiving on your sides as you cried and begged for mercy.

Your laughs were loud and contagious, almost silly and unusual but Jungkook found himself falling in love with the sound, wanting nothing more than to pull his phone out and record the beautiful sound to listen to forever.

“Pl-Please! I surrender, you win! N-No mo–re!” You tried to take in deep breathes, your stomach and lungs contracting painfully as he tickled you like he wanted you dead.

Jungkook suddenly stopped, his arms now resting on either side of your head as he beamed down at you, his black hair falling into his eyes, a beautiful display that left you speechless.

“Sorry cherry, I just love hearing you laugh. You gotta do it more often, okay?”

He leaned down at the last word, as if trying to sell his point.

Your mouth opened and closed making you look like a fish as you tried to retaliate but nothing left your throat. Your omega stirred in desire, trying to force you to present your unmated neck to the gorgeous alpha but you refused. Damn your instincts.

Jungkook kept quiet himself, studying your features closely much like you have but this time without shame.

His eyes trailed from your fluffy hair, your long lashes, cute nose and cheeks, and finally your lips.

Take. Take. Take.

His Alpha purred, not being able to resist such a beautiful omega under himself.

His actions didn’t go unnoticed, your thighs unconsciously clenching as he hungrily eyed your lips.

Did he possibly feel the same way? Should you just go for it? College was all about experience right? Maybe just a little question wouldn’t hurt–

“Jungkook–“

“Woah, am I interrupting something?”

You jumped at Yugeom’s low teasing whistle behind you, shooting up and accidentally tossing Jungkook off of you, sending him tumbling into a pile of pillows.

“NO!“ you yelled, standing and fixing your hoodie, ears burning hot.

“We were just— meditating.”

Yugeom gave you a deadpanned look.

You gave a pained smile back.

“Anyways can we watch a movie? There’s this really scary one I’ve been wanting to see on Netflix.” Yugeom smiled, jumping back into the nest landing directly on the Alpha who grunted.

“I’ll make some popcorn.” You squeaked and made your escape to the kitchen, leaving the boys in silence.

“So did you ask her out yet?“ Yugeom snickered, shoving a blanket at his friend.

Jungkook easily swatted it away, shushing him with a glare.

“Not yet.” He spoke in a hushed whisper. “Soon. Very soon.”

#reader insert #smut and fluff #fluff fluff fluff #alpha jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x female reader #bts fanfic #omega reader #chubby reader #female reader #blancetudefics

[sydneyofalltrades]

This is for @gay-little-axolotl but also for anyone else interested in my make believe RTC production, leggoooo :)

First things first it’s the 2016 script, bc I’ll be damned if Fall Faire Suite, Ricky’s little intro about fate, and LOVE CONQUERS ALL is removed

Secondly, Ricky has to be played by a disabled actor. Can be any disability, he just needs to be disabled.

Karnak’s Dream of Life

Stylistically, same thing. Jane alone, no head, singing eerily about life. Cuts to black and we see Karnak and he has his explanation

Welcome…

Once again, the same, but Virgil is more or less always around the stage instead of only being seen once, kinda like an ominous reminder that Karnak’s death is approaching. As time goes by, he gets closer and closer to Karnak until the power cable gets severed

Fall Faire Suite

During the projections, we get a split second look at Penny, sort of blink and you’ll miss, kind of so we’re also wondering who she is. Still, her head is covered by the others and the staging for Fall Faire Suite is relatively the same

What the World Needs

Everyone’s wearing shirts that says “Vote Ocean,” the guys are wearing shorts under with the girls wearing skirts.

Ocean herself wears a varsity with a “Vote Ocean” button at the front and a picture of herself in the back, and has a ponytail with a bandana styled like that one “We Can Do It” poster.

Propaganda EVERYWHERE, even the projections say “Vote Ocean”

Mischa holds up a large sign saying “Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg for your vote” when Ocean talks about the Will Smith movie bit

Ricky is forced to wave a flag with Ocean’s face on it

Very patriotic, in Ocean’s favor

After the song everyone runs to the wings to take off the shirts after Ocean tries to win them back (In the order of Constance, Mischa, Noel, Ricky, Jane)

Noel’s interruption of I Love You Guys is when he charges back on stage (it’s dramatic and I love it)

Noel’s Lament

Everyone’s in clothing of the time period, Ocean and Ricky are in suits (something something girls in suits make me feral) and Constance and Jane are in light dresses. Jane has a cute headpiece of the time

They all get ready when Noel’s having that epic monologue rudely interrupted by Karnak

Mischa has a suit slightly different that the rest of them, kinda bc he’s actually a focus character of the song

Ocean’s hair is still in a ponytail bc I love Ocean with a ponytail, it’s just lower now

While Noel does his quick change, Jane passes him those like white feather boas and he wears it until it gets discarded like halfway across the song

He has a knife (prop) for that one line and Ocean takes it and replaces it with a cigarette

I feel like the baby line should be kept, toned down of course

The ending is relatively the same, just more lights. Everywhere

After the song, one by one the choir changes out of their outfits except for Ocean, who just takes off the coat and keeps the rest through Every Story’s Got a Lesson

Every Story’s Got a Lesson

Basically the same, but Ozi’s in a suit

Yeah she still gets angry when Constance mentions porno

But Ricky actually steps up and protects Constance as he’s saying his “porno is magical” line

And that makes Ocean even more mad

This Song is Awesome

Think a music video filmed in a backyard. With more lights

Everyone’s in a tracksuit. Noel and Jane also have hats, Jane’s is a beanie

Mischa’s tracksuit is gold and black like his hat while the others are blue and white

Ocean once again gives a dude a blunt which is awesome

The lighting is way more in tune with the song, and the kids bring up the objects Mischa raps about (McNuggets, PlayStation, Cristal, all that jazz)

Mischa does toss his hat to Noel and rips open his shirt, it’s a law

Noel takes Mischa’s hat and gives his to Constance

The fan actually works this time (I like the silliness but pls)

After the song Mischa takes off his coat and buttons up his shirt for Talia

Talia

During Mischa’s small moment with Talia, the others get dressed in traditional white and red Ukrainian outfits

When they all arrive on stage, Mischa does his own quick change and arrives again and continues the song

Instead of Talia just being projected onto Jane Doe, she also dances with Mischa as if she was Talia

Then she gets ripped away from him and he does that really heartbreaking part of the song

During the disco bit everyone grabs their sunglasses from TSIA bc yes

They dance around Mischa then race to the wings to get changed again, leaving Mischa alone on stage looking wistfully at the projection of him and his love

Space Age Bachelor Man

Everyone’s in a super ridiculous outfit (obviously not too revealing, but the sexual tones are kinda there)

Depending on the performer’s preference, Ricky can and will use a mobility aid/ASL in his performance

The guys get like half a minute to change bc Ricky doesn’t give them much time, the girls have a little bit longer

Ricky himself has an outfit bedazzled so much you could see the gems from Saturn

Also his top is unbuttoned bc yes

Overall the behind the curtain scene can be prerecorded or done in real time depending on how quick Ricky could change idrk

As usual, Jane runs halfway so she can get ready for TBOJD

Ricky should deffo kiss Ocean, for the fun of it

Uhh something something the guitar solo is done by the Virgil, who’s now wearing a cat mask

The Ballad of Jane Doe

During Jane’s bumper, everyone gets ready and wears funeral wear. Jane, however, is in a gauzy lacy plain white dress, a haunting look for the empty girl

There’s doll imagery everywhere, along with imagery of the coaster going down

Jane still does her flying bit, and the dress really makes it look like she’s a ghost

As she sings on the ground, she tries to get the attention of the others, but none of them respond or even seem to notice her

She reached out to the audience as a way of asking, but obviously no one knows who she is

At the end of the song, everyone just leaves her alone and she’s reaching for them, but no one responds

The New Birthday Song

Everyone’s in their normal uniform except Jane

Constance has two party hats on her buns and everyone else wears one too

Ricky and Noel even put up a small “Happy Birthday” poster using Ocean’s torn propaganda

Jane still gets the cloak and hat, and she’s still confused

After the party, Jane goes to change back, Noel and Mischa have their moment, and Noel actually hugs Mischa instead of just leaning on his shoulder

When Jane comes back, Ricky takes her hand when he offers her the name Savannah

When Jane accepts, he hugs her, but she’s still sort of confused, she does hug him back tho

Sugar Cloud

Everyone’s in jackets of purple with light pink, as Constance monologues one by one they get dressed

Constance herself gets dressed behind the curtain. While the others are singing backup, she gets her pink suit on and has a headband with a small pink hat attached to it, since it won’t sit still on her head

Pink and purple and blue and gold lighting everywhere, and Constance actually gets to be the main singer, with the light rarely focusing on the others

Confetti comes from the top of the stage and pours down on the kids and somehow Karnak has a hat on too

Jane’s little claps at the end of the song stay, they’re too precious

After the song, Ocean says “I’m sorry” out loud instead of a whisper, and Constance forgives her by hugging her

Afterwards, during the final vote, each character removes their jackets and reveals they each have one thing from their songs

Ocean has her big “Vote Ocean” pin on her chest

Noel has his feather boa, which he fashioned as a scarf

Mischa has his hat and the sash(?) from Talia around his waist

Ricky has the headband from his wig along with light up shoes

And Constance had her headband with her hat

Jane had nothing to begin with, so she has nothing now

It’s Not a Game/It’s Just a Ride

As Ocean votes for Jane to come back, she takes her hand and makes her stand in the front of the stage, as a symbolic gesture, she no longer cares for just herself anymore

Jane gets one last hug from Constance before she guides her gently to the other side

Karnak’s death is the same thing, except Virgil is seen as well, he falls to the ground dead

The kids all swap their souvenirs to each other as the song gets lighter, and then returns them back to their rightful owners

Penny’s life is still the same, but it features some mentions of Legoland, and she and Ezra are both seen growing old together

At the end of the song, we see the kids get in their rollercoaster staging as Jane arrives again, floating once more, singing the final bits of the song

Aaaaaand that’s it!! God that was long, hope you enjoy!!

#ride the cyclone #rtc #ride the cyclone dream production #this is what i had it mind ;))) #syd.txt 🥀

[comma57]

devil may cry netflix show!?

hi everyone. welcome to my in-depth analysis of the upcoming devil may cry netflix anime. yesterday was the first time we got a look at what to expect visually. it was very short, but there's a lot to talk about. long, image heavy post ahead.

what's old?

firstly, let's briefly go over what we had known about the show before the trailer was shown. it's featuring dante (of course), and lady and vergil were confirmed to also make an appearance. so i had assumed it was a dmc3 adaptation, since it was unlikely to be post-dmc5. the first season would be 8 episodes long, with more seasons to come. the producer and co-writer is adi shankar, and is working with the producer for the original dmc and 2007 anime, hiroyuki kobayashi. (1)

here's a selection of quotes from some interviews with shankar, previously known for work on netflix's yasuke and other shows (something called "castle" "vania"). apparently he's working on a PUBG show too. okay.

"I've acquired these rights myself, so that the jabronies in Hollywood can't fuck this one up too." (2)

"Again, this was developed by a DMC fan for DMC fans, that was the ethos of this project. Production should start at the beginning of next year." (3)

"I feel like I can meaningfully contribute to the lore of the series. Devil May Cry has unique iconography and emotionally engaging lore." (4)

"The characters in DMC have an operatic depth and they experience growth across the series so it’s fun to – in a Marvel Cinematic Universe: Phase 3 kind of way – play with and explore that depth through the lens of psychological realism and dissect the trauma buried below the surface of that depth." (4)

"Devil May Cry.. will join Castlevania in what we're now calling the 'bootleg multiverse'. Let the speculation begin." (6) (i forgot he said this i'm so scared)

"You're a Vergil fan? Are you also a Thanos fan?" (6)

what's new?

with that awesome start out of the way, let's get into the new stuff. with no release date other than "soon", we know it's being animated by studio mir, a studio based in south korea ("anime" feels like a misnomer now but i won't get into that) and previously worked on legend of korra, voltron legendary defender, and star wars visions vol 2, to name a few.

hideaki itsuno, director of the dmc series since dmc2, tweeted that he was "supervising it properly!" (7)

there was also a promo for the netflix stream that showed ebony & ivory.. from the DmC reboot. which hopefully was a mistake. and that the reboot has nothing to do with the show.

here's the tagline for the show: "In this animated adaptation of the popular Capcom game, sinister forces are at play to open the portal between the human and demon realms. In the middle of it all is Dante, an orphaned demon-hunter-for-hire, unaware that the fate of both worlds hangs around his neck." aww, dante.

alright, now let's get into the trailer analysis..!! LET'S ROCK!!!!

dante..?

here's everyone's favorite devil hunter- wait. where is he? who is this? checks notes um. well. i guess this is supposed to be dante. white hair, red coat, twin pistols, confident smirk.. it has the key points of dante, but something is off OH GOD IS HE WEARING A SHIRT? (and suspenders??)

1. his shirt? now, in all other iterations of dante he wears a shirt yes. but fans of the series would know in dante's look in devil may cry 3, he very much doesn't wear a shirt. that iconic red jacket is the only thing standing between him and catching a cold in cerberus' icy chambers. not having a shirt tells a lot about dante as a 19 year old living on his own. who's got time for shirts? he just took a shower and a demon crashed into his office. he's only got time to put on his coat in a very cool and dramatic manner. but that's not the only thing different from his dmc3 design.

2. his hair. dmc3 dante's hair is nearing shoulder length, and is pretty flat. his bangs have a tendency to cover his eyes, but in the original game (not hd collection, which fucked with the textures), there was a bit of transparency. (8) of course i would not expect the same level of detail in animation regarding the hair, so some liberties must be taken. going forward acknowledging that when i further discuss his design, netflix dante's hair is totally different when it didn't have to be. his hair is much shorter, and kinda flares up in the back. it's more like lady's hair in that regard. his bangs are also totally different. with the middle part, it looks like much inspiration was taken from dmc5 dante's hair.

3. his coat. or whatever his shoulder pads that connect to the back of his coat (to hold his sword and pistols) are different. personally i feel they take up too much real estate on his coat's striking red. the shoulder straps are there for dmc3, but the back part of it looks inspired by dmc5 (minus the skull, sadly).

4. his amulet. if nothing else, this is what confirms it's an adaptation of dmc3 for me, since we haven't seen the amulet since dmc3, and chronologically, since dmc1. it went into the sparda, after all. i'm actually very happy it's visible on his neck, since in the game, it's only visible when he's coat-less (at the beginning of the game), or when it's relevant. otherwise it's tucked away. so here's the slightly concerning news. the amulet doesn't look like how it appeared in dmc1/3. in fact, it bears a closer resemblance to the reboot, with the brown string and lack of silver encasing. scary! that's scary!

5. his guns..? these don't look like ebony and ivory, seeing as they're the same color. but honestly that's intriguing to me. it's possible the show could cover what the pre dmc3 novel covers—how dante got his iconic twin pistols, and lost a friend in the process (nico's grandma, nell goldstein the gunsmith), which i would actually love to see how that would be done.

6. his sword (OR LACK THEREOF) WHERE IS REBELLION?! maybe he stuck it in a beast. it literally took me this long to realize it's not there. feels intentionally omitted. what happened to it..

7. his voice. he has a different voice actor. which is awesome because reuben langdon sucks shit as a person.

now, there is nothing wrong with a redesign! but i can't help but be disappointed. the art style is not my favorite so far concerning his ..face.. but i think his hair was truly the biggest loss, especially when dmc3 dante is my favorite. it just doesn't look like dante to me. it's always possible he'll change over the course of the show (lose the shirt and suspenders for one).. maybe he gets a haircut.. one can hope. and those pants man. lose the gray pants. dark brown looks better.

miscellaneous musings

the last section of this analysis is on all other visual elements besides dante's design. you might want to turn your brightness up for this part.

here's a shot of some industrial looking area—looks like cement floors, some crates and metal shelves. there's a table? a bench?? and a support pillar, which makes me think it's in some kind of warehouse, lit up with moonlight from windows. also dante disappears for a moment, only to reappear a moment later, which i want to believe is him using air trick. one can believe.

the first picture looks like a tail or something slamming into the wall, which dante was jumping to avoid in the shot. for the second and third pictures, something with a bat wing like appendage swings at dante, and it becomes veiny and much like a blade. there are no dmc3, much less any dmc enemies that this could belong to. i would place my bets on it being a new demon designed for the show, unless they are drawing from some other media (novels, 2007 anime) that i'm less familiar with the demons of. it could look cool, i'm always down to look at new demon designs.

and that's pretty much it! i hope you enjoyed reading this. i will be watching it when it comes out and will definitely have thoughts and strong opinions on it, and probably will more informally discuss any other promotional materials they may share.

(1) https://www.ign.com/articles/devil-may-cry-anime-scripts-done-multiple-seasons-dante-vergil (2), (6) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1i-bP9MSi0c (3) https://comicbook.com/anime/news/devil-may-cry-netflix-anime-producer-adi-shankar-update/ (4), (5) https://ftw.usatoday.com/2021/11/adi-shankar-interview-devil-may-cry-anime-netflix (7) https://twitter.com/tomqe/status/1707071614423310754 (8) really recommend this video for those interested in how the hd collection differs from the ps2 originals. also catbus has done one on dmc1 too. general flashing warning bc it's dmc. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USE6-uwB6gc

#dmb #PHEW. there's all that

[mahimahi713]

So I can alnowledge the things Sam did wrong in the show. I still think it’s shitty writing. But regardless, there’s other fictional characters out there who are just shitty in obvious ways that do get a lot of love. They still get hate, don’t get me wrong. But they’re still popular overall.

Jade from Victorious

Gina from Brooklyn99

Sam from iCarly (though she did get better)

That being said, she’s 14 and you better believe your asses that I’m going to make her go through growth and maturation when she’s older. Like. That’s a thing. People grow and mature.

She was also made in the era of “I’m not like other girls” being popular.

So without Further ado, I give you my Sam, the superior Sam, who is a better person because she’s older now.

So this growth starts happening late high school. Ida sees Sam acting a fool and calls her out on her shit. She highlights that hey, you know, these things aren’t okay.

This isn’t to say that Sam wouldn’t mature if it wasn’t for Ida, but she speeds it up.

As is natural, Sam’s also starting to become more mature and realize the things she did wrong on her own.

She decides while she won’t flaunt her wealth, she won’t go out of her way to hide it. Though I do get why she would, tbh.

She’s long since accepted that not everyone is going to be vegan or vegetarian, but, a salad bar and decent vegetarian options should be offered and the food over all, should be better. Better quality. No one wants steamed or boiled veggies from a can. But frozen is fine. And roast and stir fry/sautéed veggies are very tasty. There’s a really nice salad bar.

Sam stops being vegan, and instead is simply vegetarian and she becomes more conscious of the choices she makes. She’s wealthy so she’s able to, for the most part, avoid predicts that employ shady labor practices or sweatshop labor. It can’t be don’t for everything but it can be don’t for a good chunk of the stuff she buys. But she acknowledge that it is a luxury to do so. Food comes from reputable sources. She loves farmers markets and she likes milk and dairy products from reputable dairy farms. But just because she does those things, she doesn’t force it on others.

Maybe Turkey Hill isn’t so ideal with its milk and other sources. But they sell Tucker’s favorite flavor, so she will get it for him.

Danny’s favorite clothing brand is made in Asian nations but. They’re quality and he likes them so she will get them for him when she gets him gifts. These are just a couple examples.

Sam embraces more colors into her wardrobe.

Listen. We see Sam at age 14 and there’s plenty of former alt kids who hated pink as teens but love it as adults and who become “girly girls”

But I prefer Sam to lean more towards the alt stiff even as an adult. But she wears reds, greens, blows, purples.

While she’s not gonna do pinks and pastels, her wardrobe is more mainstream. But she will still rock sone doc martens and vans and converse. But those are still pretty main stream.

She becomes really kind overall. She volunteers and is charitable.

She even apologizes where it’s due.

She’s just a much better person as an adult.

She’s got her flaws though.

She’s short but thinks she’s not. She thinks she’s almost as tall as Danny and Tucker but. She’s not.

She can take losing just fine. Maybe a bit grumpy. But she’s a sore winner. She will GLOAT. And gloat. And gloat.

She can be really stubborn.

She gets Hangry and when she is it’s. Not okay.

She swears. Lots.

She can be too sarcastic.

She will put herself into situations that Danny or Tucker need to save her from.

She gets sick but refuses to acknowledge it and doesn’t think she’s sick, but if anyone she cares about has the Same symptoms, she says they’re sick and gets angry when they say they aren’t.

She can also be snobby with things. Like, she won’t treat others poorly because of it. But like. She’ll become against at the suggestion of buying say…Prego or Ragu instead of homemade or some fancy brand.

She has high standards, and that’s fair but like. She doesn’t need to be offended if Tucker suggests she buy a not as good brand.

She can be high maintenance. She won’t travel economy. She won’t do it.

She has to sanitize public toilet seats and put the cover on. She won’t touch the gas pump with bare hands, she’ll use a tissue.

She’s not a germaphobe, but she knows people can be nasty.

She has a multi step skincare routine for morning and night.

She has to have fresh smelling breath and smell good always.

She always has to be well groomed.

She takes long showers. But does turn off the water while lathering and all that but still, they’re v long.

Edit to add: Sam embraces all these things “I’m not other girls/pick me girls” reject.

She loves spa days and skincare and pampering herself.

She loves heals.

She loves dresses and skirts.

She enjoys the ballet and opera.

She loves singers like Ke$ha and Britney Spears.

She loves makeup. But don’t get me wrong. She also is just as happy and confident barefaced. Which she is most of the time.

She loves loves LOVES getting all dressed up.

She loves flowers

She likes all genres of music. Not just rock and alternative. She’s even got sone country she likes.

Sam and her dad bond over Jazz music

#Sam Manson #Danny phantom

[clarks-letterman]

Wally anon: brainwashed fjdbdj VERY glad you convinced me to watch cause I really would've never anticipated it being so good otherwise. 😶‍🌫️ (I feel they should start doing that more often instead of interjecting with bs cause it reallyyyy made a big difference) Get ready for all the requests for him coming soon. 🫣 (but, yup, exactly. it's soooo strange h o w much emphasis they put on her when even Randy was not forced in 1/2 nearly as much, whereas Chad, by comparison, is such. a genuinely fresh & exciting character for the franchise, yet so little is explored with him)

Yesss. He's seeing the full. array of what a size difference can offer in the moment that you're completely wrecking him & he's soooo into knowing you being shorter than him but leaving hin feeling like THAT. Oh yeah, you start getting a little forceful with it & tell him he can't touch himself unless you say so. Possibly even holding his hands down so he won't be able to. 🥴

Will be looking forward to it when you do. 🥰 And he'll just keep getting better as long as he keeps getting more roles! 🙌

It doesn't even make sense either where the complaining even comes from when you see soooo many religious people/police officers/people in power/etc. (almost always straight) being the primary ones exposed+arrested for actually. heinous shit, but oh no dummies still out here using gays as scapegoats like gimme a fuckin break. 🧐 Them arguing about who's gonna carry you while you're still passed out is so dkfhdl. Such a deeply unserious pair.

I guess we could say this scenario specifically skews toward more traditional ghostly antics for the sake of it. AUs & all that. 😉

Will do. I'll leave a list at the end of this msg. 👍 (I think if they had expanded on his character a little to support his reasoning as a possible killer, it could've worked for sure. The vision is already there, they just needed to capitalize on it.) Oh, for sure, I'm right there with you. In general, I don't think enough people discuss how attractive Justin Long was & still is (except in It's a Wonderful Knife cause his character was ugly as hell in that dfkfhd). 😭 djdkdkd the 3rd really was. awful, but he was cute in it, I absolutely agree (& I really do hate how wasted Tommy was on ST when the actor discussed how he. felt Tommy was in love with Steve the writers fr can not handle Steve in a gay relationship smh). (lollllll don't remind me @ Marvel) but yup, definitely more an excusable situation than worse offenders. 👍 I have a veryyyy different Saw ranking. 🤫

Oh damn @ half of it being cut. Did he say why or was it just budget/time constraints? (omgggg please @ her. They fr did not gaf about her character if she's got this many issues) Yupppp exactly. I followed that production for the longestttt time & UD still. delivers after all these years. 🙌 Yupyupyup. Have witnessed some of this bs & it really does not make sense for me how difficult it is to just...properly tag things. Like, if the "x reader" is not void of any gendered emphasis so anyone can envision themselves in the fic, then it doesn't fulfill the classification!

Exactly @ practicing to improve. 👍 Had no idea you made digital art, though. How long have you been at it? 😀 But yupppp, he has had a t i m e with underwear that it's just more convenient to go without it most of the time (especially if he wants to tease you). Depending on the pants/shorts, it'll be extremely. obvious when he isn't wearing anything underneath. But he has nothing to be ashamed about. 🫣

Now, Xmas horror recs: the Black Christmasses (1974-one of the best slashers of all time, no queston, but very. much a bad vibes movie so might be best to wait to watch until you're in the mood for that; 2006-silly goofy gorefest remake, iconic cast, tonally the most streamlined but makes a lot of wild swings thay can. be offputting to some; 2019-controversial for its weird handling of politics/PG-13 rating &, to me, the weakest of the 3, but not completely without merit like some people discuss it as), To All A Goodnight + Christmas Evil 1980/Silent Night, Deadly Night + Silent Night 2012/Santa's Slay/Christmas Bloody Christmas (all varying in quality, but probably the best selection if you want slashers where the killer is. Santa/is dressed as Santa), Curtains 1983 (not really "Xmas," but the winter vibes are immaculate. & it is by far one of THE best, most underrated slashers; must go in as blind as possible), the aforementioned It's A Wonderful Knife (I know several didn't like it cause it skews in a more comedic direction, but I got a lot out of it + it's superrrr gay), Gremlins (arguable on this fully. classifying as "horror," but a PG rating in the 80s got away with a lotttt more than it does now + it has very similar vibes to Krampus), & Inside 2007 (less full-blown Xmassy as much as it is a veryyyy violent movie that happens to be set around the time; does not. miss with the gore, but it is absolutey visceral). There are others, but I wanted to try to limit it cause I've already gone on long enough lolllll. And, because it's already that time for me: Merry Christmas. 🥰🎄

my phone died while writing this so if these responses seem short it’s because i had to rewrite them sksjs😅

i’m glad you liked the movie!! can’t wait for the Ben requests because I love that loser sm🫣 Yeah I never got why Mindy was so obsessed with being in a Scream franchise, and that almost every line her character has is about movies/guessing the killer. It’s worse in 6 than it is at 5, mostly because she was supposed to be a killer in 5 if i’m not mistaken, so it makes sense but it’s also notably lessened. Chad is… interesting. He feels much different between 5 and 6, and I think it hurts his character a lot. also how does the dude keep getting up after have his shit rocked several times😭 like it felt comical that we basically saw his death scene and then “he’s alive!” Like… huh

Yesss he’s gonna be losing it over someone “that tiny making him feel that good.” (he sees anyone even a centimeter shorter than him as a midget sksjsj.) It does get to the point where he’s so needy and wants release the you do have to pin his arms down and even his hips because he desperately wants friction and to cum🫣😮‍💨

He’s gonna become an acting master by the time we’ve been through… (checking my notes… let’s see how many roles we’ve come up with so far…) 5,037 times!

Exactly, I wish there was more we could do about it😪 But they can watch me fuck/get fucked by a man atp… they need some exposure therapy to make it make some sense it their heads. I feel like they’d each carry half of you somehow, bickering until you can’t take it sksjsk. Super unserious

Yesss🫣 while it wouldn’t be much of an AU since it’s the same place with relatively the same rules besides how ghosts cum, it’s still a damn good alternate universe😮‍💨

I just wanted Ryan to be the killer because it would’ve been soooo hot. (Hotter than he already is 😮‍💨) Right!! Darry was my first horror movie boy crush and still ranks up there pretty highly (with Ryan being my latest.) I haven’t seen Wonderful Knife but hopefully it’s not too bad😂 You’re so right, I hate that we never got an inkling of gay/bi Steve because he definitely isn’t straight. He literally had a fight with Tommy where they looked into each others eyes?? Lovingly?? While they fought “about a girl”!! Seems like we have some homosexuals afoot.. Jkjk, but I do find it interesting that Steve/Tommy was such a tense pairing and then Tommy literally just went to be with the “new Steve” (Billy) when he came into town. Tommy/Billy would’ve been interesting to see for that reason, befriending someone because they literally are the worst (but maybe best, to him?) parts of his ex best friend. Plus the fact they’ve canonically seen each other naked with that one shower scene… where is some Psycho for the gays😪 (kidding) Oh, do share your saw ranking🤭 I wanna knowwww

Zach didn’t say why, not that I remember at least. I think it was probably deadline issues, though. Probably wanted to have it slated for a summer release to fit the theme and had to cut stuff. It’s a shame cause UD had years and an open development history to prove it. Exactly! I’m fine with x GN and x gender neutral reader being a thing to give it more specification, but I really hate that x reader automatically defaults to being for female readers. Whereas anyone else needs to have specific clarification on who it’s for. It’s annoying,

I’ve been doing digital art for a few months now. I’m still not good at it, but it’s such a big switch from traditional to digital. I used to be a fiend for traditional art, then I got an iPad months ago for my bday and for classes for more advanced notes and all, but I figured that the opportunity was there for me to learn, so why not pick up a new skill? Oh, if it was up to him, I could see wally forgoing any clothes at all because he really has nothing to be ashamed of. But you know, other ghosts could see him, so he wears the bare minimum. (Unless we’re talking another AU👀)

OMG TYSM🥹 this is too sweet and I’ll definitely be watching some today after Christmas festivities are over. We already celebrated with dinner here on Christmas Eve, so now it’s just the presents and stuff and then I’ll be free to watch some of these in my old bedroom!! Merry Christmas btw!! Hope you get Milo under the tree wrapped with a few bows😉 jkjk

#wally clark #wally clark x you #wally clark x reader

[yourbustedkneecaps]

looking back on some short stories and thought i might post this here since so many people liked it on ao3 instead of just… links. it’s one of my newer ones when i was drowning in thor & loki brother bonding dhsjsj enjoy

*do not repost*

God of Youth

Loki hasn't been feeling his best, but at least Thanos is fucked up and gone already in this timeline. With the Summer Solstice festivities being held partially at the Avenger's Compound, he's expected to be there.

Still out of it from severe exhaustion and past memories, he may just get a night free of anxieties, alongside some surprises for the Avengers Team.

After all, Aesir celebrations are known to be much more than Tony Stark's "parties," and no one ever really knew Loki could dance anyway.

The beat started up in the common area of the Avengers Compound, currently housing many guests from all across Earth and the realms closest to it, all Avengers included. Dozens upon dozens of Asgardians littered the inside and grassy area of the Compound alongside other aliens (such as green skinned Gamora, her sister Nebula, the Warrior Drax, Vanir, Alfr, and so forth) mingling and chatting amiably as one should during a party like this.

Loki was off sulking somewhere (much to Thor’s chardigin), not that anyone had seen him since the festivities started in celebration of one of Asgard’s many holidays or somesuch. As much as he wanted to go after his brother, he was swamped by peoples of many kinds as King of the Aesir, held hostage by guests and his own people’s partygoers alike.

Vision, ever the friend, and Banner, someone he knew for a fact Loki could trust marginally better than anyone else on the Avengers’ team, were out looking for his little brother.

They both seemed more than happy to oblige to Thor’s wishes (Banner overwhelmingly so, though that was understandable with the suffocating crowds basically everywhere one looked).

It was in the middle of Thor trying to explain to Tony the reasons for the celebration as they walked outside - the crowds kicked up a large circle in the grass and the music started full-force again for the dance - when Loki was spotted numbly holding a glass of sweet mead, Natasha less than stoically leading him through the throng towards them.

“Loki!” Thor boomed a laugh and clapped his brother on the back, “How are you both? Enjoying the festivities?”

His brother jolted a bit at the touch but didn’t say anything. Natasha took the floor with her own answer and a few quick questions regarding the scene about them before tapering off and leaving. Loki hadn't done so much as look up past the rim of his glass.

Thor cocked his head minutely at him. It wasn’t until he really looked did he see the strangeness behind his brother’s posture and eyes that he realized what Loki was wearing.

Most, if not all, of the people celebrating were dressed in their best clothes, mainly whatever Aesir garb they could salvage since their move to Earth. Tony was imitating some wrap that looked much more Roman or Greecian than it did Nordic in style, while other Midgardians were wearing their not-as-fancy outfits, worn specifically for rough partying like this. Loki wasn’t wearing anything of the sort.

His little brother was clothed in an oversized hoodie (dark green, of course), simple trousers (black, maybe?), and comfortable (Midgardian) boots. His hair was done up in a loose, low bun, on his head and was curling to its heart’s content without product to smooth it. As far as anyone need be concerned, his apparent lack of formal dress for such an occasion made him all the more hard to identify as an Aesir citizen instead of yet another Midgardian, lost in the crowd.

Thor laid a hand on his brother’s neck, squeezing gently. “Brother, are you alright?”

No response.

“Loki?” He asked again. “You know, it’s quite unlike you to dress so… casual in the open.”

Again, Loki didn’t speak, instead just staring quietly into his drink. Thor waited for him to move or blink or… something, as Tony patted his shoulder and nodded, leaving.

The sun had long since set fully, now leaving everyone to see by the light of ‘tiki torches’ as Stark called them, and lamplight. It also made it easier for Thor to go unnoticed in the crowd of drunken people, like a small bubble of seclusion was around him and his sibling. Thor let his arm fall into position on Loki’s back and lead him farther away from the mass of bodies, closer to the edges of the throng.

“Speak, brother.” Thor murmured, rubbing his back gently as they found the wallflowers’ favorite spots around them. “What is on your mind? Can you hear me?”

Perhaps he wasn’t truly expecting an answer, a bit startled when Loki slowly nodded his head at his questions.

“Can you speak?”

A small swallow, then a nod.

These seemingly random bouts of emotion (or severe lack thereof) were becoming more and more frequent lately with the God, leaving him oft in a state of catatonia unless forced to interact with others. This time was no different. There were more people, sure, but there were ample places to find quiet.

Thor recalled one of the first times it had happened - and the only time he really saw it as anything but a mild sort of emotional hardship for Loki - when they were gathered in the Compound for a ‘Family Game Night,’ initiated by Stark. Loki barely opened his mouth except to eat during their dinner and movie, eventually tapering off into silence very unlike him for a good hour or two before anyone picked up on anything wrong.

Steve was the first to notice something was amiss, and do something about it. He invited Loki to play Monopoly on his team.

Thor had quickly objected (then shut up shortly afterwards), knowing how smart Loki was with assets and liabilities, especially when it came to money and goods (much of the trip on the Statesman was held together by Loki’s invisible strings of wise distributions and purchases of goods for the people).

Loki, not quite all there, had agreed and cuddled into a stray blanket at Steve’s side on the couch. Everyone else circled up around the coffee table and helped set up the board - Clint and Tony had somehow managed to become a team without anyone’s objection - and they began the game.

Thor was losing at first, but had popped back up somewhere in the middle near Natasha and Steve. Sam was tied for a time with Nat and Barton/Stark, eventually being surpassed by her and eventually Rhodey. Vision was in first place almost the entire game, and Wanda had perched next to him to watch the game. It was only when Steve was about to make a really bad trade-deal with Nat that Loki really snapped out of it and forced him to take back their properties and money and think it over.

The rest of the game had Loki butting in and taking charge of the assets and liabilities while Steve rolled the die and moved their piece.

Stark and Barton tanked and almost went bankrupt several times. Rhodey and Nat made many trades, and at one point worked together to scam Sam out of some assets, who complained about it for the rest of the game once he realized what had happened. Thor and Sam eventually tied as Stark and Barton went bankrupt (finally!), and Nat attempted to pummel Rhodes into the dirt while she still could (there wasn’t much she could do with everyone else so far ahead). Vision, though perpetually in first, was quickly losing ground as Loki directed Steve across the board’s worst minefields and collected money from the other players struggling to keep up.

One by one people dropped out until Loki overtook Vision’s best assets with a few trades and payments here and there. In the end, Loki and Steve won (Stark promised a dessert of their choosing for whoever won) by a landslide.

They didn’t play Monopoly anymore without Vision to keep Loki at bay for at least half of the game.

“Brother.” Thor leaned close into Loki’s side, bumping their temples together. “If you won’t talk to me, at least show me you’re alright… You worry me, Loki.”

“Sorry…”

Thor’s breath caught minutely at the whisper and he hugged him ever closer. “There is nothing to be sorry about. I’m here for you, you know. I just want to keep you safe.”

“I know.”

He rubbed his brother’s back for a bit again, reveling in the beating silence this far from the music. He took a few sips of his drink and they sat there like that, just being close until a new song picked up.

Thor smiled at the familiar drums and fiddle music. He could faintly hear the flute from this far away and turned to Loki to speak of it.

His brother was crying.

“Mother’s favorite song.” Loki murmured. A tear dropped into his glass, unnoticed. “She always loved the Summer Solstice dances…”

Thor nodded. “Aye, she did.”

Loki’s breath shuddered.

“Why don’t we go watch the procession, brother?” Thor offered, quickly draining his glass. “For her…”

It took a brief moment, but Loki slowly nodded and took a drink. The glass disappeared a moment later as he trailed behind his big brother back into the crowd.

Natasha watched as the Aesir gathered on the outskirts of the dancing circle and began to step into the newest dance. SHe clapped along with the audience as the drums tapped the introduction to the song and people started to stomp.

The dark green sweater of Loki’s and Thor’s bright golden eyepatch caught her eye from across the circle and she smiled woefully. Loki wasn’t doing so good when Vision and Banner found her and asked her to take him to Thor for the party. He was looking a bit better now, with some pink in his cheeks and eyes less glassy and more alert of his surroundings.

She smiled as the people dancing circled one another out and in towards the center of the circle. No one butting into the middle, though, making her think the negative space must be part of the dance somehow.

She saw Thor say something to his brother with a pat on the back, only for Loki to shake his head in an obvious ‘No.’ Again, Thor said something, grinning bigger with a glance at the dancers. Loki shook his head harder. Thor wasn’t having it, it seemed.

The dancers did one last - and particularly huge - spin inwards and out past their partners, people suddenly catching audience members and dragging them back with them into the middle of the circle as new partners for the next part.

Thor shoved Loki forward, pitching him into the fray. Loki stumbled and was grabbed, and the real dancing began.

The drums with heavy force and people stomped, shaking the ground a bit as they did. People were laughing and cheering as the flute whistled high and the fiddle and other strings sang out as loud as ever.

The footwork was terrifying and complex, yet done with ease by the Asgardians as they moved between one another in what she only could assume was a Celtic knot of some kind.

People ducked as others were tossed over them within a hair's breadth apart from crashing into one another.

A flash of subdued sparks and Loki went flying past her holding someone and was gone a moment after. She’d never pegged him as the dancing type, but he was fluid in all moves and was smiling happily.

Another jump from some, a duck, and spinning.

The pounding of drums got faster. The footwork sped along as well. The audience was shouting and clapping louder - as if it were even possible - and half the dancers were tossed recklessly into the air.

In a flourish of spins and stomping feet, the music cut out and everyone cheered.

Loki, face beet red and sweating alongside everyone else, laughed outright with those near him and waved them goodbye. And then he smirked, and Natasha tensed.

The floor now mostly emptied, the Prince began to walk in a small circle in the middle of the floor, clapping a rhythm gently. Those left standing jogged into the crowd and joined his beat, clapping. Thor was failing trying to back away from the edges and into the throng as Loki’s clapping got faster and faster, the drums taking it up as well.

The flute hummed a low looping concerto. The strings plucked and boosted the flute’s noise gradually.

Loki, his steps taking him spiraling outward towards the crowd, shouted something unintelligible. As he repeated it, stepping past her with a smile and the clapping rhythm, more people took it up until he was running along the edges of the circle.

And then he grabbed Thor’s hand, dragging him into the circle behind him, and the crowd lost it. Thor laughed and snatched someone else's hand from the fray, and they, another. Strangely, Steve was the one to snatch up her hand before she knew what was happening.

Loki continued to run into a now shrinking circle as people dragged everyone they knew into the spiraling line dance. She was exhausted by the time the place was packed and Loki broke the chant with a shout. Green and gold showers of fireworks burst into the air and pounded into the sky with the cheer of all those who could see it.

There was no real fancy footwork here, as anyone who was close would grab and dance and trade partners with whoever was closest.

The fireworks didn’t stop until someone (probably Loki, she guessed) was thrown into the air with a defiant, exuberant shout, and the night sky lit up one last time.

The Aesir cheered.

Natasha snorted and cackled in joy.

Asgardian parties were much more fun than Stark’s, that was for sure.

Loki was passed out cold on the Commonroom couch until 5 the second following morning since the festivities ended. All Aesir had been taken back to Norway for the next few days of celebrations, while Thor and Loki stayed at the Compound for ‘Avengers-Family Company’ for their own celebration. Namely, doing as little as possible away from their village for as long as possible.

Like napping. Or eating poptarts in bed.

It was funny, watching the reactions of the team as the party was cleaned up and everyone went home, leaving them with one blackout drunk Loki and tipsy Thor, completely unable to articulate what they saw his baby brother initiate that night.

However, most of them got a good enough explanation from him during a breakfast one late afternoon.

“My brother is the God of Mischief, Lies, and - named by few - Evil.”

A true enough fact.

“But,” and this had Thor smiling like a dope, “he’s also a God of Stories, Fire, and one of Asgards best sorcerers and entertainers. As God of these things, he also has a close tie to childlike qualities.”

A bit weird, but okay (disregarding his kill streak, obviously).

“He’s often so full of wonder and curiosity- I remember when we were younger, he was sitting with our Mother as we watched the Solstice dances, and he asked her what one was her favorite.” Thor chucked. “She told him and, a few decades later, tried to learn it for her. They danced in the parlor before the festivities that next year… As much as he may not admit to it openly, he’s always been the one best to rile the crowds of Asgard into extreme zuberance during celebrations. I’ve often been jealous of him for that.”

Strange, the God of Mischief and Lies would also be considered the one of joys and celebration, but they could hardly doubt that it hadn't been earned without cause.

Thor had then looked at his brother’s still sleeping form, sprawled out on the couch and drooling onto one of Pepper’s favorite throw pillows with such adoration and love in his eyes, no one dared challenge him on it. Not that they could and win, anyway. They’d all seen, let alone been a part of, Loki’s sudden rein over the party that night.

Drinks had tasted fresher, people had toppled over giggling, even the children had run around more energetically after the festivities that morning after, meeting new friends young and old. The smiling faces of the partygoers made the food taste almost sweeter as the music thrummed on and the stars twinkled above them.

In the Middle of Nowhere, Upstate New York, you normally didn’t get noise complaints from your neighbors miles away and closer to the main towns, but somehow, this party had managed it.

Sometimes, looking back on their years as young, growing adolescents, Thor wondered why his brother was never named the God of Youth and Play. But, as the word ment it, he supposed changing the title would be quite redundant after all.

Mischief was just another part of children. The playful, curious, shenanigans of growing up. And that was perfect.

#my ao3 #my ao3 fics #loki odinson #marvel cinematic universe #thor and loki #brotherly love #summer solstice #loki mcu

[ambvtchous]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ PAOLA LOVATELLI ], a [ TWENTY-EIGHT ] year-old [ CISFEMALE ] has lived in [ NEW YORK, MANHATTAN ] for [ FIVE YEARS ]. This is the city of dreams and [ SHE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ GOLDDIGGER ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ CAMILA QUEIROZ ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! [N, 25, she/her, est, n/a]

tw: addiction, alcoholism, terminal illess, cheating, parental neglect

paola grew up in a lower class family, always struggling to make rent due, with the token absent alcoholic father, watching the medical bills pile up on the table as her mother’s condition worsened every day

but growing up poor never stopped her from dreaming big ---- ever since she was little, she always knew she had one thing, and one thing only going for her:  her looks. she was never the brightest or the most dedicated when it came to school, but she was always the prettiest, and she was willing to take full advantage of that

paola started off running small schemes: she’d pickpocket, steal things from people unaware of their surroundings, and whenever she was caught, she’d bat those beautiful, long lashes of hers and get away with a slap on the wrist

after her mother died, she didn’t want to spend another day living with that sad excuse of a human being her father had become --- she ranaway from home and never looked back, leaving behind an older sister and a father whom she never made a single attempt to contact, and taking with her her mother’s car, which she’d then procceed to call a home for the next years of her life

she lived in the streets for awhile, from 14-16, doing whatever she had to do to get by --- until her petty theft escalated and she was able to sleep somewhere with a concrete roof over her head. she got a gig at a stripper joint, and thats how she met her best friend in the world --- together they were unstoppable. some of the sneakiest con artists you’ll ever meet this century; they were countesses one days and the next, they were a pair of singers just trying to make due in this cruel, terrible world. one time she was even a ghost--- can you imagine? the production value was unmatched. it wasn’t just about the money, although, that was certainly a driving force, it was about finally holding the power in their hands. they’d run the most intricane cons on people, and easily get away with it.

eventually, she and her friend followed the money and began running cons on the wallstreet guys who’d always stop by the same bar, at the same ungodly hour--- they were great marks, and making up lies to them was significantly easier given their often inhebriated state.

it was during one of these nights that she met her future husband: he was tall, charming, and wearing a rolex that was easily worth five times what she made in a year. life wasn’t fair, so why should she be? she insinuated herself into his life with ease, and he fell for every little white lie she told him, and by the time he realized what a skilled liar paola was, it was too late--- he had already fallen for her.

in a way, she loved him too--- he took her from that terrible life and gave her everything she’d always dreamed off, but never stopped her from wanting more, new, better things

she even agreed to dot upon the two children from his previous marriage that she’d unapologetically cut short, although, she wasn’t too happy about having them around. the truth is she’d never had whatever maternal gene women are supposed to be born with--- she never wanted to be a mother, but that was the role she was hired to play.

she didn’t hesitate to cheat on her husband when the opportunity presented itself, paola was unchangable in that way: she always wanted to have things that she couldn’t, and she was never satisfied for too long. although, her indiscretions were always nothing more than vague suspicions in his mind, and she did what she could to soothe his worries

she got everything she’d ever dreamed of, she abandoned that life of poverty and was now a rich and powerful woman, so, why is it that she can’t be happy? could it be that she’d dreamed about the wrong things all along?

that’s all i have !!   i’m still figuring her out but come at me for plots, i am accepting anything and everything !

#enyc.intro

[u2fangirlie-blog]

Post-Op Humor: Commentary and Dark Humor After Surgery

I had surgery to correct my deviated septum and reduce turbinates bilaterally on 19 Jun. 2023. Following are the dankest, funniest observations and bad jokes about rock salt.

This post is long.

Forgot to tell everyone: I promised my mother I would wear clean underpants with no holes in them. I kept my word. LOL! - 20 Jun. 2023

Before surgery, I asked the anesthesiologist if he knew about Neil Gaiman's Sandman graphic novels and the character Morpheus, aka Dream. I said, "You put people to sleep for a living, so I hope you know about the Lord of Dreams." He said yes! Then I said, "Good! Then I can do business with you." LOL! My sister Heather looked at me weird. I said "That's how I get to know people, Heather." LMAO! Any anesthesiologist worth their job should know about Dream. My sleep doctor - the type of doctor who does sleep studies and treats apnea - did not know about Sandman. I strongly recommended to him that he read it because his job is literally helping people to get better sleep, and he needs to know about the Lord of Dreams. - 20 Jun. 2023

"Mouth breather!" LMFAO! That's me now! One of the things they didn't mention about the surgery. Dry mouth and dry throat are extremely unpleasant. Accompanied by GIF of Eleven from Stranger Things saying "Mouth breather." - 20 Jun. 2023

ICE CREAM TIME! Good kids get ice cream after surgery. - 20 Jun. 2023

One thing they didn't tell me about post-op care, I'll just say that saline sinus irrigation in the bathroom sink can look a bit like an episode of serial killer series. - 20 Jun. 2023

Trivia help needed: Is there a version of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy where the Vogons wear spit buckets under their chins? Wearing this dang drip pad under my nose is reminding me of this. Not sure if it was part of Douglas Adams' version or if it was mentioned in Eoin Colfer's sequel "And Another Thing." - 22 Jun. 2023

SALTY. That's something they neglect to inform you. When you irrigate your sinuses with 8 ounces of saline every 4 to 6 hours, everything will taste and smell salty. EVERYTHING. IS. SALTY. - 22 Jun. 2023

I'm going to turn my skull into a geode and grow rock salt inside all the cavities. - 22 Jun. 2023

After 5 days of brining, does that make me a salt-cured ham? - 24 Jun. 2023

After all the saline irrigation, I'm brainwashed. Stockholm Syndrome has set in. I love my little blue bulb syringe and the salt water. Is this what surfers experience in the ocean? LMAO! - 25 Jun. 2023

Since surgery a week ago, I have been unable to sleep more than 2 or 3 hours at a stretch for a variety of reasons. I'm hoping today that I can get some good sleep. May Morpheus, the Sandman, King of Dreams, Prince of Stories, Lord Shaper, the Oneiromancer, grant me sweet uninterrupted sleep. - 26 Jun. 2023

Morpheus delivered real REM sleep this morning, finally. Sweet relief. Visit more often, Lord of Dreams. While sleep was interrupted a few times by a hungry cat and feeling hot and needing drinks and a bathroom break, I was able to go back to sleep right away. - 27 Jun. 2023

Rest in peace, little blue bulb syringe. Our relationship was short-lived, but you forced me to love saline solution. Your seal cracked and you no longer function. Now it's time for me to move on to the next torture device - the 8-ounce irrigation bottle. - 27 Jun. 2023

The nasal irrigation bottle comes with a 32-page color instruction / health education booklet / product catalog. It has information about 10 devices and accessories for nasal irrigation and aspiration (squirt bottles, neti pots, electronic pumps, cleaning and drying tools, and manual and battery powered aspirators) for adults and children, at least 8 to 10 various saline (powders, sprays, gels, and bottled and canned liquids) and decongestant (sprays and nasal inhalers) products, and lastly an earwax removal kit. Who knew the variety of sinus and nasal cleaning products was available? - 27 Jun. 2023

If salt is used for purification and to create a barrier of protection, then my nostrils have to be impervious to demons by now. I'm flushing the evil spirits out of my brain. LMFAO! - 2 Jul. 2023

Post-op appointment with the surgeon today. I'm healing nicely. Everything looks good. No rock salt crystals were found in my skull. However, a few nose goblins were suctioned out. Then stitches were removed. I can return to normal activities, including sleeping without the wedge pillow. Follow up again in 2 weeks. Now it's time for ice cream! Good kids get ice cream! - 5 Jul. 2023

I told the surgeon my joke about brining myself for a week with saline solution, if that makes me a salt-cured ham. He said I should be well seasoned now for people to eat for survival like in the movie Alive. We both laughed. Good one, doctor. - 5 Jul. 2023

Four weeks post-op. Doctor says I'm healing perfectly. He doesn't need to see me again. The elevator was out of service in the clinic, and I was able to walk up 4 flights of stairs (after using my rescue inhaler first) with little shortness of breath today! Best news is I don't have to water board myself twice a day anymore!!! He recommended to use saline as needed to control allergy symptoms. I don't have to use Afrin anymore. (OMG Afrin is vile shit. I'd rather saw off my head than use it willingly. They use it in office visits along with lidocaine so the scope can go up your nose.) My skull has not turned into a geode full of salt crystals. I asked. He checked. I've noticed increased airflow. When I have an allergy or asthma attack, now my airway is less constricted and I recover more quickly. (That's code for I don't feel like I'm going to die during an asthma attack.) - 17 Jul. 2023

Posts are reruns from Facebook.

#dark humor #medical humor #rock salt #surgery

[alstyle]

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The parts of wear with for a short streetwear look

You can coordinate your shorts with many pieces; however, it is the case that a few sorts of shorts like freight shorts or jean shorts will offer you extra prospects.

You, first of all, have the shirt, which can likewise be worn in more ways than one for an alternate style: shut and in the good shorts or over a shirt with freight shorts. To build up this part of streetwear shorts, we encourage you to wager on delicate pieces with streetwear frills like a cap or sacks that you can track down on our site.

You can likewise wear your freight shorts with a curiously oversized shirt that will stand apart normally. To build up the streetwear style, you can wear a couple of shoes, ideally.

Conclusion

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Blatant thirst post about Mathew Baynton having the sexiest pair of legs in the world during episode 10 of YMATA. Why don’t more productions put him in shorts, because dayummmmm 🥵😍 also the last one is just a bonus because I also love his neck there omg.

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