#and vegans deserve to be lazy too

[laughingmagi]

Lurking, kinda feeling meeeeh cos I think I really don’t like the plant based chicken that’s supposed to invoke grilled chicken strips agrees with me. Thought it was because I was being lazy and nuking it before tossing it into my veggie stir fry but heated them over stove top this time and...nope. They’re still pretty gross. Maybe I should just switch to mostly tofu, learn how to prepare it with more varieties, and maybe just eat veggie burgers or nuggies from time to time. Or whatever idek.

#I'm still technically a pescaterian #cos I eat fish #so I'm not a total vegan but it's the goal in time #not sure abt these plant based meat substances tho the more they evolve #I remember when veggie burgers were literally veggie burgers #like you could look at them and go oh hey here's a little mushroom a carrot whatever #now they 'bleed' #and I get it man #cooking is hard #people have lives #and vegans deserve to be lazy too #I'm starting to resent this fixation on spoofing meat stuff #as though most vegans WISH they could be eating meat but darn their moral centre! #tbd #;ooc

[brnesblogposts]

sunday morning

pairing: steven grant x reader summary: you and your boyfriend Steven spend a lazy Sunday morning together.

reblogs appreciated if you liked it :))

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The sun slowly breaks through the gaps in the curtains as you start to stir. Drifting in and out of a state of sleep as your body adjusts to the light seeping through. Looking over to your right your curly haired boyfriend looks peaceful as gentle snores escape his lips. Steven’s sleeping disorder didn’t allow for proper respite, but when he did get into a deep state of solace you left him be.

You watched him for a few minutes as his chest rose and fell, his curls awry, your love for him was stronger than any emotion you’ve ever known. Gently removing his arm from your waist he stirred and your breath got caught in your throat as you thought you’d accidentally woken the peaceful man up. To your relief he repositions himself into more of a star fish shape. Gently getting out of bed you head to the bathroom to shower before you were to decide what you would both be having for breakfast.

Stepping out of the shower you put one of Steven’ shirts on and a comfy pair of joggers. Today was Sunday and these days were for you and your boyfriend to spend quality time together. Coming out of the bathroom, to your dismay you see Steven at the stove preparing some of his famous vegan pancakes. You’d wished he’d slept a bit longer. Trying your best not to startle him you approach him from behind and carefully wrap your arms around his waist.

“Morning” you say softly, taking in his warmth.

“Morning, love” he replies as his hands meet where yours lay on his stomach.

“How’d you sleep?” you ask as he flips a pancake over.

“Yeah, pretty good actually, one of the better nights for me” he says with a smile. Oh his smile, you adored how his lips curled up and his eyes lit up.

You press a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m glad you slept well, you deserve to be able to rest peacefully.” you say as a tint of red creeps up his face. He pulls you into a hug, cutting it short..

“Oh bollocks this pancake is a bit burn’t.” he frowns a bit, but you quickly reassure him

“That’s okay I did distract you a bit. Don’t think we’ll miss one pancake, you make enough to feed a family!” he giggles at that.

“Always need to make sure I offer Gus some don’t I?” he turns to Gus swimming around in his tank.

“Speaking of, morning my little one finned wonder” he smiles. Oh he was the most adorable man in the world. You leave him to make the pancakes with no more distractions and set the table, syrup, chopped banana, vegan butter.. you weren’t a vegan before you met Steven, but at this point it was second nature.

You ate in silence, Steven’s pancakes piled with banana and a bit of syrup, he didn’t like too much or they’d go soggy.

“How are Marc and Jake?” you ask, you and his alters got a long well, Marc more so as Jake was the quiet type.

“No, yeah, they’re good, yeah. Marc bets he could make better pancakes than me, but I say that’s nonsense. Jake just nodded in approval to say he’s good, you know him.. not much of a conversationalist” he let out a little laugh at that. Once you’d both finished eating you cleared up while he showered and got dressed into a white t-shirt and fresh pajama bottoms.

“Darling” he calls out.

“Yeah?” you respond from your place at the sink.

“Want to watch a movie?” he asks shyly, you’ve been together a few months and knew everything about him and his alters, Konshu and everything. yet he was still shy around you. It was cute.

“Yeah i’d love to! anything in mind?” He paused for a second, tapping his index finger on his chin while deep in thought.

“AVATAR!” he bursts out excitedly. You hadn’t actually seen avatar before you met Steven, as soon as he found out he was quick to invite you over for a movie date.

“Sounds great! Love that film.” you emphasised, Steven tended to worry that you agreed to do things with him out of pity, he was very insecure about himself despite you, Marc and Jake reassuring him that he was an amazing man. It didn’t matter what you were watching, reading or doing, if Steven was with you and enjoying himself that’s all that mattered. You loved every minute with him.

He flicked on avatar as you finished the dishes and headed to the couch, where he patted the spot next to him. You cuddled into his side as he layed a blanket over the both of you, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Thank you.” he says out of the blue, which causes you to look up at him.

“For what love?” you asked softly as not to make him feel bad or anything.

“For loving me, accepting me for everything that I am. The mess that I am. Staying up with me and reading to and with me, you know people at work are rude to me, Donna’s a right knobhead towards me. I used to let her get to me, everytime she mocked me or put me on inventory, but now? with you. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.. because I have the most amazing person who loves everything about me and that’s all that matters. I love you so much y/n.” he says with a softness in his features, you don’t say anything, you take him into the tightest hug which silently tells him what he already knows deep down. He strokes his hand through your hair as you embrace him.

“I love you, Steven.” you say as you sit back from the hug and look at him, taking his face into your hands. “Listening to you ramble about Egypt and Pharaoh’s, your work days and anything else. I could listen to you talk about anything for hours. You’re the funniest person i’ve ever met, the kindest, sweetest man who makes me feel like the only person in the world everyday. Donna doesn’t deserve you, the museum doesn’t deserve you. You’d be the BEST tour guide if they just let you. The way your face lights up when you talk about Egyptology, I can see the love for the topic in your eyes. There’s no one else more suited for the job than you.

Tears are welling up in his eyes and you wipe them away with your thumbs, landing a soft kiss on his nose. He really was the most intelligent man you’d ever met, intuitive and with a heart of gold. Steven would never hurt a fly, Marc and Jake are more of the fighter types, but Steven. He’s a lover, he wants to make people happy and to see them smile, that’s his gift. He saved your life that’s for sure, you’re the happiest you’ve ever been since meeting him.

Settling back into his chest you take his hand in yours and rub your thumb over his palm.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me” he says and with that he presses play. You squeeze his hand to silently tell him that you feel the same.

About halfway into the movie you felt his body relax, he was falling asleep. Good, you thought. He needs as much sleep as possible, you didn’t move, knowing if you did you’d disturb him, you watched the rest of the movie as he snored quietly from beneath you. Once the movie finished you switched the tv off, Steven started to wake up, causing you to sit up. He took your hand and took you to the bed, laying down he pulled you in front of him, wrapping his arms around your waist, an afternoon nap wasn’t a bad idea, it was Monday tomorrow, the beginning of another long tiring week, especially for Steven. you settled into him as his form engulfed you.

“You feel like home” is the last thing you hear before he drifts off, feeling safe enough to fall asleep knowing you’re right there with him. He hasn’t put his ankle restrains on this time, but he knows you’d notice if he got up. His words touch your heart, you’ve never been so in love.

“You are home” you respond, squeezing his arm that’s securely wrapped around you. With that, you both fall asleep. Feeling the safest you’ve ever felt, knowing you’ve found your other half in Steven.

#steven grant #moon knight #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant fic #moon knight x you #steven grant x gender neutral reader #oscar isaac #moon knight fanfic

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

The actress who played Trudy Chacon said she does not want to come back in Avatar. Her death as a martyr will be less valued. She said she was upset her other characters from other movie roles magically came back from the dead. I think she is right. I wish Trudy had more screen time before her death.

You knew Trudy was an ex marine who became a pilot at the base. But, when you realized the betrayal of Jake Sully reporting to the Colonel behind your back to attack Home tree. You thought all Marines were inherently evil. Not mention Grace begged you to sleep with the Colonel for the sake of peace between the Navi and the damned RDA. You became mad that a marine corrupted someone you assumed was your friend.

And you also stayed with the Colonel to get that perv Selfridge off your back....

At least Quartich was intelligent, brave and strong unlike the golf playing and lazy business tycoon.

It was all for nothing. You realized you had no friends. If your "lover" was your friend, he would have told you of his evil plans instead of keeping it a secret.

You were placed in a cell. Quaritch locked you in his room but you tried to hurt yourself with sharp objects. He was pissed when he saw the camera he installed only to be seen by his cell phone.

Your mutant genetics immediately healed your cuts. But, The Colonel wasn't having your crap. He slapped you and made you confined in a room that had no furniture with a marine security guard to watch over you once the Colonel was finished with his shift. Then, the Colonel would pick you up to sleep in his room. Like day care.

You bowed your head and ignored the lewd comments the marine guard would sometimes utter. While feeling sorry for yourself, you heard Trudy's voice.

"What's up brother, long time no see." Trudy grinned.

"Hey." The marine smiled. He stood up to let her in. She rolled the small cargo in.

"Personally. I don't think this tree hugging traitor deserves steak."

He scoffed. "She is a fuckin' vegan. The only meat she eats is the Colonel's big white dick."

Your frowned deepened. Trudy rolled her eyes at the sexist comment.

She sarcastically chuckled.

"Yeah, you know what that is."

You stood up. Happiness blooming in your chest. Maybe you do have a friend.

Trudy helped you escape the damn prison of a base. She explained another pilot helped Jake, Grace, and Norm escape too.

The Colonel was busy scribbling documents. He heard a commotion. Then, he looked over his wide shoulder to see the security man.

"Why are you here!?" The Colonel had a bad feeling.

"Pilot of Samson 1-6 freed your girlfriend from the cell."

Everyone around the room were quiet.

Quartich punched the security guard square in the face. He fell down knocked out.

The staff were scared.

Quartich announced to his personal elite squad to hunt you down. Or never come back from the jungle of Pandora.

#avatar #avatar 2009 #trudy chacon #miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #yandere miles quaritch x reader

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 23

Steven Grant X OC X Marc Spector

Story Masterlist

Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter Summary: Sam isn't feeling good while Marc is fronting. Marc considers letting Steven front (this is his area after all), but he decides to take care of her, to prove to himself he can do more than fuck and fight.

WARNINGS!!! Okay y'all, I may or may not have gone a little haywire with this chapter. Like..... its a lot. I will put^^^^^^^^ when the smut starts and ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ when it ends bc its gonna get funky. if you want to skip, you don't really need to know much except they fuck twice. Anyway.... heres the warnings. God forgive me for what I've done. PIV sex, period sex, fingering, oral f receiving on period, blood and bodily fluids, anal play (finger in butt, not full anal), unrealistic sex in a bathtub.... IDK what to tell you I just wanted to try my hand at this, stupid fight bc Marc is unable to allow himself to be happy. Mentions of Layla, struggles to orgasm, panic attack

Also, got some Jewish!Marc spector content, incase y'all forget

And a reminder that Sam is a character, not a a mary sue self insert. She is going to be flawed. If you think she over reacted here or don't think she handles marc's issues well, that's fine. She's not meant to be perfect. People aren't perfect.

OK here we go.

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Just Sam: I’m hemorrhaging

Marc about spit out his coffee. Logically, he knew that if she was actually hemorrhaging, she wouldn’t be texting him. It didn’t help the panic.

Steven with a V: ?!?!?!?!-M

Just Sam: Hi Marcy Marc! Hope I didn’t scare you.

Steven with a V: Why are you hemorrhaging?-M

Sam was used to texting Steven. Steven knew what ‘I’m hemorrhaging’ meant. As much as she loved Marc, and as much as the two of them have done some of the most filthy, disgusting things two humans in love can do to each other, somehow she couldn’t manage to be straightforward with Marc that she was on her period. Sam knew it wasn’t fair to put stereotypes on him, but Marc was Marc. He shoots guns and gets in fights, and was a marine… Steven bought her tampons and pads just to keep at his place in case of emergency,Sam hadn’t even asked for that. Sam had expected Steven to answer.

Steven with a V: OH! I see. Sorry, Steven’s resting for the evening.-M

Probably wore him out from last weekend’s fiasco. They hadn’t planned on seeing each other today, or tomorrow for the matter. Marc spent the night with her, but mornings? Mornings were a special time with Steven. Sometimes there was lazy morning sex, sometimes there wasn’t. There were always cuddles, forehead kisses, Sam liked to make him breakfast. He deserved someone looking after him, caring for him. She tried to make balanced breakfasts that were vegan and often found herself looking up meals to try to make Steven for dinner too. She wasn’t much of a cook, but for him? She’d give it a go.

Steven with a V: Are you okay?-M

Sam didn’t realize how much she’d been just… thinking

Just Sam: Sorry,  got distracted. And don’t be sorry Steven’s out, I’m always happy to hear from you, Starlight.

Steven with a V: Do you need anything? I can get you some snacks or bring you Motrin?

Just Sam: No I’m good, thank you baby. I just wanted to complain.

Marc knew this was better as Steven’s department. Everything was Steven’s department. Steven cooked for her, took her on romantic, thoughtful dates. Steven knew what words to say and when to say none. When to hold her and when to fuck her. Marc really had thought maybe, just maybe, that would be his department. But Steven was good at that too. Steven didn’t need to do what Marc did to get her to come multiple times a night, he could draw orgasm after orgasm from her with his mouth. Marc wasn’t sure if he remembered how to have sex without the slapping and the choking. He’d never say it, but the night they finally got together, he was terrified from multiple angles. The sex and the domecicity. The fact he said he loved her, that she said she wanted to be with him. It was against all his instincts to do this, to be domestic. That, again, Steven’s department. It had not gone well with Layla.

Just Sam: Did you have a good day honey?

She was changing the subject because she knew he was uncomfortable. She knew he couldn’t be what she needed. He needed to change something. He didn’t want to ruin what he had with Sam like he had with Layla. Marc briefly thought he should talk to Steven about this, Steven would be gung-ho for a heart to heart. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t drag Steven into his shit. Again. No, he knew what he had to do. He could make a start with Sam.

Steven with a V: Can I come over in a bit?-M

Sam smiled. She loved that he always signed off his texts with an M. She could tell who it was by how they texted, but even if they were in the middle of a conversation, he still signed off. He wanted to make sure she always knew it was him. Marc had this… fear, that Sam would think he was Steven and say or do something. He never wanted to trick her or mislead her. 

Just Sam: I would love that!

What would Steven do, what would Steven do

What would I do for what? He mumbled in the headspace, waking up. 

Go back to bed, I got it.

Come on mate, let me help. What’s going on

Sam’s on her period, I want to help but really, I want to do this myself… I gotta prove it to myself that I can. 

Okay, but wake me up if you need me

Well do, buddy

And Marc?

Yeah?

I think you’re really sweet

Shut up.

Marc walked around the store. Okay, what do girls like? Chocolate? Yeah, girls like chocolate on their period. Is that a stereotype? Layla never let him do much besides cook and clean when she was out of commission. Maybe he could do that. She always complained how messy her place was. Marc didn’t think it was actually dirty, just disorganized. She just had so much stuff. She liked memories. Yeah, he could help organize. He could also cook, not well but he could do it. She cooked Steven breakfast, Steven cooked her dinner. Marc looks at his watch. Okay, it’s 4. Plenty of time to get things and cook.

Marc got groceries for matzo ball soup, that used to make him feel better when he was a kid. Even after his mom stopped making Shabbot dinner, or any food in general, his dad was too busy to make anything most days. Marc was left to fend for himself. TV dinners, Kraft Mac and Cheese, chef boyardee… But one thing he could count on is if he was sick, his dad got him Matzo ball soup from the deli. If there was a game on (which there usually would be in Chicago) his dad would actually leave the office in their attic and come watch with him. Sometimes, if there was an important game on, Marc would pretend to be sick just to get his dad to watch with him. 

His dad really tried. Once Randall died, he essentially became a single parent. Wendy was no longer a parent, she was a ghost living in their house. With the cost of the funeral and Wendy unable to work (and sporting an expensive drinking habit) Elias started teaching at the local Rabbinical school. After a while, he picked up more and some conversion classes, various projects here and there in addition to his Rabbi duties. Marc knew he needed his own escape. It became easier to just dive into his work, his community, and his God than deal with what was happening at home.

Marc picked up some chocolate cake. Just in case.

He knocked, but there was no answer. Marc let himself in with their spare key. He took a look around her little studio. Not the smallest he’s seen in his life. He wondered, not for the first time, how she afforded it. When Sam wasn’t on break, she couldn’t quite hit full time hours, and day care wasn’t known for great pay. He knew she had lived on rotation with Jessica and Elena for close to 2 years, so maybe she saved up, but it seemed unlikely. Marc remembers a comment Dave had made, something about not sending her money when they couldn’t afford to feed her and Steven’s theoretical kids. Was he sending her money for the apartment? Was her mom? Chris?

She was dead asleep. He set down the groceries and put them away, washed the dishes and cleared away the trash. He took out the trash and the pizza boxes on the floor, making sure to change the bathroom trash as well. She stayed asleep. He frowned, she must really be out of it. He continued picking up the living room throwing away her twisted tea cans and the take out by her bedside that must’ve been lunch. Marc began cooking, when he dropped the pot and she still didn't wake he got worried. He set the almost-finished project on the stove to heat and went over to her bedside, couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not, and started to panic. There was no logical reason to think she was anything other than in a deep sleep, but he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.

“Hey Sam, you okay?” He attempted to stir her with shaky hands.

Her eyes shot open with a gasp, and before either of them had a chance to think or move, she shouted and slapped him.

“Marc!” She was gasping for breath, sitting up and grasping her chest. “Oh my god I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay-”

“Holy fuck, you scared me I’m so sorry-”

“No I shouldn’t have-”

“Fuck” She ran off to the bathroom and before Marc could get there, she threw up, her bodies reaction to being scared.

Marc hurried in the bathroom. “Fuck, Sam I’m so sorry” He gathered up her hair as she finished spitting. 

“It’s okay, I was just- oh my god that tastes bad” Marc got a cup of water from the dixie cups on her bathroom counter. “Thank you, Starlight.” She swished out the puke and spit up in the toilet. Closing the lid, she flushed and sat back against the wall, clenching her fists and her face twisting.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Marc was kicking himself, all he wanted to do was treat her, but he managed to fuck that up too.

“Yeah I’m just… I gotta come down from the panic attack.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck He wanted to call Steven to take over, but he needed to be able to do this. “Would it help if I hold you? Or do you need space?”

Sam barely choked out the words. “Hold me please. My mind knows I’m safe, my body doesn’t” Her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration.

That much Marc could do. He sits against the wall and picks her up, placing Sam between his legs. He wraps his arms around her carefully and bends his legs at her sides like metaphorical extra protection.

“Can you squeeze me tighter?” She asked, taking deep breaths.

He thought this would just make her have more trouble breathing, but he did as he was told. Marc took both of Sam’s hands in his and squeezed one, then the other. “Focus on my hands”

Sam did what he said “Right, left, right, left” she said out loud, allowing herself to focus on the monotony of his squeezing.

 After a few minutes, she calmed down “That hand thing, that helped a lot… thank you.” She started to get up.

“I’m glad.” He watched her, still in her work clothes; colorful leggings and a flowy, flower top. 

“Where did you learn that?” Sam asked, trying to sound inconspicuous, but she wanted more, another glimpse into his life before her.

“Nowhere” He lied

She sighed, barely audible. Another day, she supposed, before looking down. “Fuck.”

Marc followed her line of sight, there was blood leaking on the front of her light blue leggings. “I’ll get you clean pants, baby.” Marc scrambled up, walking out of the bathroom to her dresser. She shut the door behind him. “Sweats or leggings, honey?”

“Sweats please, and new underwear. The ugly ones in the back.” She called out. Marc brought it over, knocking on the door. 

Sam only opened enough to grab the clothing, but left the door cracked so she could keep talking. “This is the second pair of pants today. I got it at work, it was early. Jess had a spare change of clothes.” She peaked her head out, grinning. “Always gotta have spare clothes in childcare, but my last spare got puke on them on monday.” She tucked back away, digging for items below the sink. “It’s fucking heavy this time, shit fucking hurts. Elena stayed late so I could come home, my stomach hurt so bad.” She was rambling. Marc knew how much she hated missing work. “I feel like I’m bleeding out, tampons- fuck sorry, this is probably TMI”

Marc made himself comfortable on the floor sitting against the wall. “Honey, not to be too graphic but I’ve seen blood in plenty of other circumstances, and I’ve been married” Marc winced at mentioning Layla, this is why Steven was better at this. Sam knew, of course, but they never talked about it. Occasionally, Layla would call and Steven or Marc would talk to her, but it wasn’t often. He soldiered on. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Right, right” She sounded like she was convincing herself. “Well, the tampons seem to bleed out every half hour or an hour. I didn’t think there was this much blood in a person.” The unmistakable sound of a pad opening.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Although this wasn’t his first rodeo, he still wasn’t sure how much was normal.

“Not unless it continues for a few days. This is probably just a heavy flow.” 

Marc couldn’t help but worry, it was who he was as a person. There was the sound of thorough hand washing, then she opened the door, smiling lovingly at the sight of him looking at her from the floor. “I made you soup.”

Sam ate a hearty portion, showering Marc with “MMHHHMM” and “Oh my GOD baby this is fucking good.” The sounds were barely distinguishable from the sounds she made during sex, maybe just a little more dramatic. What had Chris said? ‘Stop erotically moaning in my car’? Yeah, that was about right. 

“Fuck, Marc, that was so good.” She almost asked where he learned how to make it, but decided to let it go. They settled in to watch The Walking Dead, they were almost caught up, Marc noticed Sam wincing and holding her stomach. He pulled her over his lap and rubbed her tummy for her. After an episode, he got up to change her tampon again, and Marc heard her groaning from the bathroom. “Brightside? You okay?” 

“Yeah, I opted for just the giant pad, Im sick of the fucking tampon.” Sam replied through gritted teeth. When she came out, she took more pain medicine and crawled back up into Marc’s arms. “This shit ain’t helping, I need fucking morphine.” Marc gave her a look. “Relax honey, I’ve never taken morphine recreationally.” She teased.

“Hey, I’m not judging, I’ve tried worse.” 

Sam quickly turned to him. “Wha- AH!” She almost asked him about that, but a burst of pain shot through her. She whimpered, hiding her face in his chest. “Starlight, it hurts.” She whined, knowing damn well he couldn’t do anything about it.

Marc wasn’t happy she was in pain, not by any means, but he was relieved she didn’t ask him about what he said. “Listen, I have an idea… It might help your cramps.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Ever had an orgasm during your period?”

She sat up, sickened but intrigued. “You want to have sex with me when I’m ozzing blood?”

He shook his head. “It wouldn’t be sex, it would just be me, giving you an orgasm.” She was… tearing up? “Or not! Whatever you need, Brightside…”

Sam’s lip quivered, “You want to touch me when I’m this gross?” She started crying, oh shit.

“Oh baby” Marc took her in for a hug. “You aren’t gross, and I always want to touch you” He held her close, cradling her head with his hand entangled in her hair. She mumbled something he couldn’t hear. “What was that sweetie?”

She lifted her head up, still crying a little “I’m so fucking horny.”

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Marc couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Stay here.” Marc stood up, still grinning to himself, and laid down a towel on her bed, then scooped her up from the couch. Sam felt his strong arms and his chest, flexing to carry her. He made it seem so easy, like she was light and small. He laid her down, took off her sweats, and leaned in to kiss her lovingly. 

“Marc?”

“Yeah, Sam?” He pressed kisses down her neck.

“If I can’t… you know… don’t feel bad” 

Marc sat up to look at her, carefully touching her face. “Just relax, focus on my touch. There’s no pressure, no time limit, it’s okay, okay?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay.”

He walked around to the end of her bed, carefully pulling down her underwear and setting it with her sweatpants “Tell me if anything hurts You’re probably going to be sensitive, but it shouldn’t be painful.” He slowly started working on her clit, attempting to relax her before anything else.

“Marc, I can clean up-” Sam started, feeling embarrassed about the blood on her legs and vulva.

“Aht!” He chastised. “Relax. Again, this ain't my first rodeo.” He fought his biological reaction to get hard.

Sam realized this meant he had done this with his ex-wife. Logically, she knew it shouldn’t make her jealous, but it did. She had seen a few pictures after she had asked Steven, but that was it. She knew she was gorgeous, and from what Steven had said, very nice. When she called, which wasn’t often, the boys always stepped in another room to take the call, but they always turned and relayed ‘Layla says hello!’. Sam wondered if she’d be comparing herself to her the rest of her life. She laid her head back and took a deep breath, focusing on the feelings Marc gave her. 

Slowly, he inserted a single finger in her, working it in and out while her swollen and sensitive pussy adjusted to him. “Ready for another?” He was fully hard, despite his best efforts, and tried adjusting his pants but the friction only made the problem worse.

She nodded, gasping as he filled her, curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Marc was knelt in front of her, sitting upright, watching his fingers disappear inside her, coming out covered in her blood. “Such a good girl…” He muttered lowly, the mix of blood and slick swirling on his hand. He could feel her walls tightening around him, but he knew she’d need extra help to get her over the edge. For now, however, he was taking it slow, giving her time, building her up. He laid down next to her, resting on one arm that played with her hair and stroking her pretty face, while his right hand fucked her. Marc peppered her with open mouth kisses, their tongues dancing together, her chasing his mouth when he pulled away to kiss down her neck, licking up her chin and back to her mouth again. Sam played with his dark, thick curls, kissing that sensitive spot under his jaw. He took deep breaths, trying to cool himself off. He didn’t want her to feel obligated to touch him. They laid like this for what seemed like forever, touching and kissing so innocently, but his fingers were inside her. When he pulled away, she pouted. 

He kissed over her clothes until he got to her pelvis. 

“Marc-”

“Don’t even start, pretty girl” Without giving her another chance to be embarrassed, he began sucking on her clit. Marc couldn’t help it, he began moving against the bed to stimulate his cock.

“Oh fuck, that’s good…” Sam tugged on his hair, pulling him closer, catholic guilt be damned. She had a fixation on their hair, as much as Marc fixated on hers. He takes his fingers out, painting part of Sam’s thigh as he gripped her, his mouth going further down. When she sat up to watch him devouring her, he looked up at her, grinning. She knew she shouldn’t be so thrilled to see him covered in blood… but she was.

“Whatcha think’n, Brightside?” 

Her heart flutters and she swallows. “Um… that you look really good like that…” She looked at him, awestruck as he went back to finger fucking her, but never broke eye contact.

“You like when I’m covered in you, baby?”

She nodded.

“Or, do I just remind you of Edward Cullen right now?” He teased

Sam’s jaw dropped, but a small smile crept up on her lips, even while panting under his touch. “I can explain!”

He gave her messy cunt a kiss, still smiling at her. “It’s okay, baby, I can work past that” He winks at her, going back to work, before stopping and popping up again, with a mischievous grin. Sam felt his slicked up fingers slip between her and the mattress, making her shiver as he grazed over her hole. “Can I have your ass? It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I thought it might help…” Marc gave her a look he hoped communicated that it was completely up to her.

She considered for a moment, but nodded, smiling. “I trust you, baby.”

He kept working her clit as he grinned back, lip curling up and showing off his adorable teeth, white in the sea of red on his mouth. “Yeah?” He whispered softly, the words magic to him. He promised her safety, and she gifted him her trust. He stopped fighting it, Marc began humping against the bed. The whole scene was so perfect, he couldn’t deny himself anymore. It was messy, it was filthy and it went against what most people might consider normal, but right here, right now? The room was filled with nothing but love, sexuality, trust, caring. How could something like this be dirty? How could this ever be wrong?

Her hips bucked up, riding the waves of pleasure he gave her. “Inexplicitly, Starlight.”

Marc wanted to kiss her, but that might be a bit of a line she wasn’t prepared for. His mouth went to her clit, left hand began fingering her. Slowly, carefully, he slides a finger up in her ass. “Relax honey.” he coaxes and she does just that.

She suddenly felt so full, the new sensation sending shivers up her spine. “Fuuuuuck Marc” Sam threw her head and arched her back.

He smiled as he continued licking and sucking “You like that baby?” Marc rutted into the bed, fuck, he could come just like this. He just might.

All she could do was whimper and nod.

“You like when I touch you like this? You like when I’m in multiple holes?” He fucked his fingers into her, as far as he could reach.

It became apparent that Marc was working himself against the bed, and the idea that he was turned on from giving her pleasure? That just brought her closer. “Fuck, Marc, mmm fu-ah!, no ones ever touched me like this” 

Marc had assumed as much, he knew that before Steven, most of the men essentially used her body to masterbate. If anything, they might have pressured her into anal. But this was for her, to help her. And she really liked it. He knew she was close, but getting there wasn’t the issue. It was the spilling over, the climax. She was writhing, yanking at the sheets that she had pulled off the corner of the bed. The towel beneath her had bunched up, barely doing it’s job anymore but Marc wasn’t going to stop, not when she was so close.

Marc sat up on his knees, trying his best to keep some sort of friction in his pants. He continued working her with his left hand; two fingers in her vagina, his pinky in her ass. He was perfect, enwrapped in pleasure before him. Drawing back his hand, he spat on her pretty little cunt and gave it a slap.

And there it was.

“Marc!” Sam shouted, the last word she said or thought before she became incomprehensible, a babbling mess. She tried to say something, but what? She didn’t know. She felt the tension in her uterus ease as she came down from her high and noticed Marc coming back from the bathroom, kneeling at her side. 

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“Hey Brightside, how you feeling?” He brushed her hair back from her sweaty face.

“M-much better. Kiss me?” She looked angelic.

How could he refuse? He kissed her, and she realized his face was washed of her blood. She wouldn’t have cared. “I drew you a hot bath, does that sound good?” 

Sam nodded, beaming softly at him “Join me?”

He kissed her forehead “If you’ll have me.” Marc spoke as softly as she thought he ever could.

“Forever and always, baby”

He gently held her throat as he kissed her. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

Sam frowned at him. That was the point of the bath. He was about to bathe in water that would have her blood and cum- oh. Pushing him back, she looked at his pants, there was a wet spot in his dark jeans. When she looked up at him, it was her turn to sport his signature shit-eating grin. “Fuck Marc, that’s hot.”

“Come on, baby” he smiled softly at her as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. He’d have carried her if his legs didn’t feel so shaky from his orgasm. “Let’s get you properly naked.” There was a candle lit and a Doctor Who mug of red wine. Marc briefly thought about buying her actual wine glasses, but he remembered their no-gift deal. Maybe he’d subtly suggest it to Steven. They took turns removing each other's clothes, planting kisses on the bare skin as they went. Sam hit the lights and together they sunk into the hot, bubbly water. They laid like they had when Sam had her panic attack. She was encased by him, covered in him. Naked, and vulnerable and yet warm, safe. Always safe with Marc. They sat in silence for an hour, occasionally running more hot water when needed; Sam had her ‘Marc’ playlist going. It had all the music her and Marc liked: Linkin Park, Eminem, Alice in Chains, Metallica. Not exactly the most romantic playlist in the world, but it was them. Then, Nothing Else Matters came on.

So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters

Sam closed her eyes and sank into Marc and the water that was likely red. She thought about the night, not too long ago, where Steven and her were in a similar scenario.

Never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

The way Steven cared for her, loved her. Treated her like she was something precious. That night, she told Steven she wanted to talk to Marc about how she felt, Steven was apprehensive. But Sam felt like if she waited any longer, she would burst.

Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view. And nothing else matters

“You’re good at this, you know.” Sam wondered if Steven helped set this up, but even if he did, she knew Marc’s special touches. Marc struggled with being open, but never with showing her how much he loved her. She started getting out, but Marc grabbed her, he didn’t want her to go. “It’s okay honey.” She turned around, straddling him. Marc’s body immediately reacted.

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

But I know

Sam lathered up her hands with the lavender soap, and began washing his body. “Sam, you don’t-”

“Shhhhhh” She said softly, rocking her hips on him. “Let me take care of your body, as you always take care of mine.” Sam whispered, sinking her body down on him. “Nice and slow baby…”

So close, no matter how far. It couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are. And nothing else matters

Washing up his chest, his arms, massaging his constantly tense neck. “I love you Marc Spector. I love the way you protect me, the way you care for me, how you always manage to surprise me. And you are fun.” She kissed his forehead. “You and me, alone? When you don’t have to worry about anyone hurting me or Steven? You are so, so fun baby”

I never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

Marc was entranced. His touch on her hips was light and gentle. He wasn’t moving her, he wasn’t chasing his own high. No, she was taking care of him. He simply wanted to hold her. She continued washing down his body, pressing kissing all over his face.

I never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

She whispered close in his ear. “Can you come for me?” She leaned back. “Please, pretty boy? I wanna see your face, darling, I want to feel you fill me.” She looked at him pleadingly, like the only thing she wanted in this world was for him to cum inside her.

So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are. No, nothing else matters

When he got his release for the second time that night, she clutched him close to him. Holding her, staying inside her, staying as close as he can possibly get.

She laid in his arms that night, happy, content, in warm PJ’S.

But Marc couldn’t just let things be. Something had to be wrong. Something was always wrong. Between them, the mess that they were, Marc could not fathom her just being happy in his arms. Marc took the silence as sadness, not content. “What’s wrong?”

She looked up at him, confused and worried. “Nothings wrong…” She sat up, face closer to him. “You okay, Starlight?” She touched his face.

Marc closed his eyes, holding her hand to his cheek. “ I need you to be able to talk to me and Steven if this is going to work out…”

Sam pulled away, dropping her arms to her side as she sat back on her legs. “Honey, you're scaring me. Why would anything be wrong?”

“Why can’t you just… tell me?” 

Sam’s face shifted through a few emotions: sadness, confusion, and settling on anger. She glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

 Marc sat up now. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to do that Marc.”

“Do what?” Marc spat, confused how this turned into a fight. 

“You don’t get to tell me I need to be honest, when all you do is keep secrets.”

He glared at her now. “That’s different.”

A choked laugh. “How?! How can this possibly be different.?” She challenged him.

“My past,” Marc pointed at his chest. “Doesn’t have an effect on our relationship. Yours does.”

A flicker of hurt flashed across her face, “Yes, it most definitely. We had a great day. Just you and me, sex and food and love, alone with our music? It was beautiful Marc. Beautiful. That’s what I was thinking about! How perfect tonight was, how perfect you are and how much I love you. But you” she poked his chest “You are incapable of thinking anyone can ever just be happy with you. And that is learned, Marc. You learned that. You never talk about your family, you never talk about what happened growing up, what happened as Moon Knight or in the Marines or your time between! You were married, Marc, and I know nothing about that! And yet, everything about me, everything, you have pried out and I’m so, so tired of it!”

Marc sat there, watching her.

Sam continued, calmer, the hurt in her eyes prominent. “You know, Steven and I made a deal. Complete honesty, from both of us. No secrets, no lies, including by omission. And you know what hurt? I wanted to include you in that. But I knew you would never tell me anything about what happened to you.”

Marc was panicking. He needed to deflect. “Yeah? Steven tell you he kissed Layla?”

Hurt and surprise flickered across her face for a moment, then back to a glare. She grabbed her pillow.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Marc rolled his eyes like a child.

She pulled the blanket off the bed and stormed to the couch

“Fuck” Marc muttered, running his hands through his hair before getting off the bed “Honey, I’m sorry, come here” He tried to step towards her. 

“Stay!” She put her hand up and took a breath. Sam really, really, did not want to yell at him. “Away from me… Unless you are ready to talk about your mom and your brother, I’m staying on the couch.” He didn’t speak. “Yeah that’s what I thought…” she mumbled, making her bed.

Marc sighed “At least let me sleep on the couch.” He knew he fucked up massivly telling her about Steven, he was going to be pissed and Sam was hurt.

“No.” Sam turned on the tv. “I’m not going to sleep much tonight, so I’m taking an anti-anxiety pill and putting on The Office to distract me.” Sam grumbled, then looked at him. “You are staying here all night too. No running away. Tomorrow morning…” She looked at him assertively, with a face that said this is the deal, no negotiations. “Either we can talk about what happened over breakfast, or I want Steven. Got it? You can consider it tonight, and you can have one of my extra anti-anxiety pills if you need it. But I don’t want to see you until you are ready to stop being a hypocrite.” Marc stared at her, looking hurt but stubborn. Sam calmed down. “I love you baby, but I can’t keep going about knowing you know every horror my body holds and I have to wonder what those scars on your back are.”

Marc winced. “Sam-” she shot him a lot and he shut his mouth. Marc laid down in the dark, Sam had taken the blanket. He was cold, but too stubborn to move. Footsteps. She was at his bedside, laying a few of her throw blankets over him. “Sorry” she whispered.

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[sharpchinsimp]

Steve x Devin ship headcanons

And here is the second part of my hcs. Contains some sexual themes but nothing graphic. Click Keep reading and enjoy. I forgot to say that you can use all my headcanons however you want. It will be a great pleasure for me if you like it or if it inspires you.

Their relationship from the outside is terribly toxic and filled with mutual bullying and scandals, but they never seriously quarreled and are happy with this relationship. It's just their way of interacting. In fact, they know and understand each other better than anyone. I see their relationship as two bullying bitches in high school, and they're best friends. They are almost soulmates, simply because two such nasty assholes deserve each other.

In public, they often pose as convinced alpha male straights and surround themselves with pretty girls, but at the same time they only look at each other and look for an opportunity to touch hands or hug. It's not uncommon for them to be so addicted to each other that they forget about the girls around. Everyone has long understood that they are dating, but these two still vehemently deny it.

It's no secret that these two bastards are mercantile. They are unlikely to do something for each other for nothing and for free. Money and sex are the two main currencies in their relationship.

Steve loves to pour tons of awful cologne with a sharp, hypermasculine scent on himself. Devin hates it, so he gave him an expensive fine perfume. Steve began pouring both on himself at the same time. 

Devin is the only person in Los Santos who has more face creams and masks than Steve. Sometimes they borrow this shit from each other. Sometimes they have pajama parties, during which they do beauty routine and foot baths, get massages from Devin's personal masseuse, and so on. 

Devin has good taste in fashion and is willing to spend huge sums of money to make his man even more charming. He often gives Steve gifts, expensive watches, luxury underwear and leisurewear.

Of course Devin bought Steve his stupid show. 

In fact, Steve is terrible at racquetball. Devin plays with him because he knows he will never lose to him and it flatters his ego. 

(ED mention) Devin often criticizes Steve for his "unhealthy" lifestyle, eating carbs and calls him fat. He often forces the poor fellow to run with him, do yoga, participate in all his sports hobbies and even go on his crazy vegan and raw food diets. Steve is too lazy for all this and really suffers. When he wakes up in the morning with muscle pain and stomach growling, he thinks Devin is either immortal or has an eating disorder.

I like to hc Molly and Steve as rivals, but even more I like to think of them as friends talking together about what an asshole Devin is. 

Steve at least once participated in some weird spiritual practice, such as meditation together, clearing the chakras or tantric sex. They also probably did couples yoga together, and it ended up with Devin cursing as he tried to bend Steve into a difficult asana, and Steve praying that his back wouldn't break. 

From GTAO, we learn that Humane Labs belongs not only to IAA, but also to Don Percival. Perhaps the heist from the "Monkey Business" mission Steve did for Devin, who wanted to harm a competitor. The "Blitz Play" heist is also done for Devin, which is already more obvious and canon.

Devin invites Steve to take a bath together, and he thinks of something romantic and agrees. When Devin takes out the toy boats and rubber ducks, Steve thinks that his boyfriend is crazy and that he will never play these stupid childish games. 5 minutes later they are both laughing and enthusiastically playing FIB vs. IAA or Merryweather vs. Devin's competitors fight.

They have a huge folders with compromising information on each other in case they break up or one of them decides to stop working together. Aside from their crimes, Devin has photo proof that Steve's hair color is fake, and Steve has photo proof that Devin's cock is much smaller than 9 inches. They constantly blackmail each other with this. If they sue, their case will be even more absurd and chaotic than that of Johnny Depp and Amber Heard, and will become a meme for the whole of Los Santos for a long time.

Devin has a bit of a complex about being shorter than Steve. He finds it humiliating to get up on his toes to kiss him, so he always forces Steve to lean in. It's hard to be the dominant male next to such a big and strong FIB man, but he manages, because Steve is bottom as hell. 

Their correspondence is 99% nudes and dickpics. 

Merryweather's mercenaries hate Steve because he uses them as personal servants. He can force them to bring him a cocktail while he soaks up by the pool, or go shopping with him and carry his packages. Devin pays them too much for this to refuse.

#steve haines #devin weston #stevin #headcanons

[superfuxkinghungry]

Humans are so disgusting and greedy. Every single day, we add to the killing statistics of animals globally and let our fellow species die at the hands of our evilness.

We use our tastebuds instead of our morals and heart to decipher if we will buy a product containing meat, dairy, fish, or octopus, completely eradicatinf the thought of how horribly the animals we bring home for dinner suffered. The more we buy and sell these disgusting products of abuse and torture, the more we show our support and help the torture killings of billions of beautiful animals every year. We trap these innocents in cages, deprove them of their ability to cuddle their children before they get ripped away from their mothers, no mercy or shits given. We need to immediately stop supporting the suffering of beings we deem as "less than" and call ourselves "superior to"!!!

It is completely horrible and hell is already on earth, put upon innocent, pain lolling, loving animals who don't know that the fuck they did wrong. I am so sad and angry and depressed to say that I am apart of the very cruel and terrible human race,but also very happy to be, as I can spread awareness about veganism and antinatalism and have a voice and fingers and a smart enough brain to type and say that animals are the same as us and deserve no pain until their death which should've never happened to them AT ALL. Us humans truly are horrible and we don't use our voices for good, like you annoying ass ugly carnists which feed on the carcasses of sickeningly tortured innocent beings that are unable to fight back. We have a voice and brain to understand and spread awareness about these horrible circumstances, which animal don't. I and many other vegans around the world are trying hard to help this world become a much better place by doing our best to convert people online and in real life. We need people with hearts and empathy to support, reblog, share, and spread awareness about our posts as well as have a vegan life themselves. There is absolutely no excuse for possibly buying a product that isn't vegan because you were too lazy to research if its brand conducted animal cruelty/has any animal products. We as people with fully conscious brains need to STOP the horrible reality of slaughterhouses all around the world, and with every new vegan, the more animals are spared. We will never stop fighting for the very deserved rights of animals that have been disregarded for centuries. We must bond together as humans and people that have compassion on these horrifically abused fully sentient and pain-feeling beings, and spread awareness for veganism whether it be an online post, telling your family members about the reality of slaughterhouses and how their products are not at all "humane" or helping your friends to a vegan substitute dish when they come over. We all need to help eachother!!!

[stupidityisme]

My friend who has Lebers Optic Neuropathy, in layman terms visual impairment told me that she was predicted that she will not live pass the age of 55. She’s 41 now (2022).

I jokingly told her - I agreed with short life, afterall we get to reset again. She laughed and told me how she didn’t want to be a burden to anyone.

I didn’t take her words very seriously until I saw her Zwds charts today. Property self Hua ji, and at age 50 double the effect as annual property sits on decade property. I was taught, a person at the age 80 or 90 who has this combo, doesn’t necessarily means move house, it simply means move on. To add on, annual spouse self higher at decade spouse - goodbye spouse. Even if she can get through 50 years old, she would face the same thing again at age 54.

I am saddened by this discovery. Ironically, her words ring true about being someone’s burden. Having out flow ji, ji and self ji at ming, health and mental, there’s really nothing to look forward to in life as the root of living are “spoil”. To her, passing on young is a blessing. My friend is a good person in this life. A vegan living an honest life. Not lazy and treat friends with sincerity. We often ask, why good person has a short lifespan, while bad person live long ….

I can’t help but think about karma. Even science proves e=mc2. Karma bites. It comes back to you in 3 lifetimes. She probably refuse to see something important that could probably save life or that she is too arrogant and not compassionate to see others tough life during previous life that she has to go through the experience herself.

I am so sorry. I am sorry because I couldn’t help.

I am sad. I am sad because we all committed sins. These sins play out the consequences from one life to another life.

I have committed many sins too. That’s why we need to be compassionate to living beings and also to spirits that we couldn’t see. Their sufferings and our sufferings are all linked. Spirits are the way they are probably because we have some roles to play in it too.

During younger years when bad things happened, I would play victim and point fingers on others thinking they would serve their karma. Then at least 10 years ago, when bad things happened, I understand that I can’t blame others, I could be serving my own karma. Then, I still play victim cards, “blaming” my life for being a suck hole and believe that I deserve better, failing to comprehend that what I did. This year I have a clear picture - I was a true villain. Instead of playing victim card, I feel that I truly deserve this suck hole life, and it’s not that sucky after knowing some of the sins I’ve committed. It’s a lie to say that I am not sad for this suck hole life but I have to accept, be responsible, and be remorseful of my wrongful actions. The story of my friend and my haunting experiences makes me feel really guilty.

No amount of sorry can erase away my guilts. A spirit once said - even if I kneel down my whole life and ask for forgiveness, I can’t even repay her.

I couldn’t do nothing

I have to pay for it. So does my friend. And my daughter too but that’s another post which I’m not ready to tell, the heartache I feel for her.

Epilogue: My mission is to raise Evana, after that I will hope for death. 77 years old is my turn. Don’t commit anymore wrong deeds till then.

[violentdisaster]

Due to the fact that dumblr actively reccomends the exact shit That makes me hit the “not interested” button I have now resorted to blocking on sight

Random ass twitter post? Block. Im only here for fanfic

Fanfics for a fandom I’m not in DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT SHOULD BE FUCKING FILTERED? block (lovingly)

Fem reader fic that has no tags or markings whatsoever because apparently its my fault for not filtering the words: girl, boob, she? Blocked (aggresively)

No hate to the content creators who dont know better in regards to that last one the aggression comes from the fact that tumblr actively shoves MORE down my throat whenever I accidentally read one of those

Full hate to the lazy assholes who feel entitled to the x reader tag and get offended when anyone asks that they do the bare fucking minimum for the extensive filters male and nonbinary readers use to work, I hope those shits never feel the cool side of the pillow again

Everyone else is cool tho especially those out there doing the lord’s work by spreading relevant news that mainstream media is too rich to care about, I jope you all get 11 nuggets when you order a 10 piece, for the vegetarians/vegans I hope that every bite you take from a lettuce leaf is as crisp as the 100 bucks you deserve to recieve every hour of your existence. I am currently sending a virtual kiss to every single one of your foreheads

#🫠{rant} #im not even gonna properly tag f€m r3ad3rs just to prove a point #the best part is that fellow fellas of culture will be none the wiser because we actually know how tags work #dumblr: the app that makes me resonate with the video of the otter that hates watermelon but keeps eating it #I just wanna enjoy some alphabet remix and hallucinate bro #why am I getting boomer comics on my dash #fuck you i dont care what tumblr says fyp is for tiktok and tiktok ONLY

[ashiemochi]

aphrotitty - xix

✠ Aphrotitty ↳ Don’t do anything stupid ↳↳ does something stupid

~~ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ~~ genre: fluff, a slice of life, angst, gore at some point, smut/suggestive themes ~~ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

The nineteenth time Leon saw her, it was the next day; Monday morning, ten o’clock. The weather was actually nice, having a slight cool breeze with the sun giving a warm glow. With Thanksgiving around the corner, all Halloween decorations were being taken down one by one, some still lingering due to either laziness or forgetfulness.

Leon couldn’t sleep much yesterday, having tossed and turned endlessly due to the remnants of the incident of Raccoon City clouding his thoughts but mostly because of her. Her way with words, making a string of sentences with such love and softness which would confuse people whether she was interested in them or not, but it would also comfort them, reminding them of their hopes and dreams in life.

To him, it was different.

Her voice felt like a warm comforter during a cold December night. Her touches were soft, treating everything and everyone with such gentleness. Her movements were fluid yet a bit shaky, though she was trying her best to make everything turn up to her expectations. And her eyes, oh her eyes; those softsoft maroon eyes, even though he knew she was wearing coloured contact lenses, he believed the colour behind those sheer screens were just as delicate.

A couple knocks at the door pulled Leon out of his daydreaming thoughts. He put his mayonnaise coated spoon aside, having halted from making himself a grilled ham and vegan cheese sandwich, wiping his hands with his towel, and then he set it on the counter.

Leon looked through the peephole, surprised to see Jaehyun standing there, who raised his hand to knock again but Leon then opened the door, receiving a smile from the brother.

“Jaehyun, what are you doing here?” Leon asked, still surprised at her brother being on his porch.

The man was wearing a yellow sweater tucked underneath his black jeans with a long black coat and a brown satchel hanging from his shoulder. He looked expensive, especially with that beret and the black mouth mask tucked under his chin and he could see his sunglasses hanging from the collar of his sweater.

“How was she, So Ah, yesterday?” Jaehyun asked; his tone serious yet worried as his eyes glanced to the potted mint at her kitchen’s window.

Leon straightened up, one hand on the doorknob and the other arm pressed against the door frame, “Well, one thing for sure is that she can’t handle her alcohol.”

Jaehyun let out a scoff – He knew something he didn’t want Leon to know, and Leon knew that. He murmured in Korean, hands going into his warm pockets before looking at the man who just wanted his sandwich.

“Listen, Leon, she’s a bit... Sensitive... Even more so than before,” Jaehyun began, “And I hate to ask this, especially from you, but can you... Keep an eye on her?” He asked, hesitant yet firm.

“I know your profession is unpredictable at times and I know I’m asking for too much but –“

“Hey, I get it.” Leon interrupted his ramblings and Jaehyun held his breath. “I’m still on board with that deal of ours. No harm will come to her at all.”

Jaehyun’s lips parted, eyes widening at how serious those blue eyes were, how piercing they were. And then he knew, he knew, he wasn’t doing it as a favour asked by a friend; he was doing it willingly – he wants to protect her.

“Does she know that you fight zombies for a living?” Jaehyun joked yet his eyes weren’t. Leon shook his head, silently and Jaehyun nodded slightly at his answer.

“Maybe it’s better that way, even though she deserves to know...” Jaehyun muttered, eyes trailing to her door as it opened. Leon’s followed immediately, his heart nearly leaping in excitement just to see her.

So Ah stepped out in her robe and her face was crinkled in annoyance and pain. She rubbed her eye with the flesh part of her hand as she walked down her porch and straight to her mailbox. Just from seeing her, he knew she was having one of the worse hangovers ever. Her fingers ran through her bed hair, trying to settle them down as she took out her letters.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” Jaehyun called out to his sister and she jolted, brows furrowing at the pounding headache as she looked at him through narrowed eyes.

“J... Jaehyun?” She asked, taking a closer step to the fence, “What are you doing here?”

“Am I that unexpected to be asked this question twice?” He asked, looking over at Leon who let out a light chuckle then returned his attention to the girl who shivered slightly as she waited for an answer.

“Remember that client who wants pictures of his daughter’s wedding?” Jaehyun asked, receiving a nod from the hung-over girl, “The wedding is in Michigan, so I have to be there by tonight since he wants pictures before, during, and after the wedding.” He explained.

“Ah, well, good luck, either... Fuck... Either way.” So Ah cursed, pressing her palm up to her head, bowing down slightly.

“How much did you drink last night?” Jaehyun asked, and So Ah shrugged lightly, returning her eyes up and they were a bit red.

“Hell if I know,” She muttered, “Leon and I had a few extra drinks and...” She trailed away, thinking deeply – Leon hoped she didn’t remember what happened yesterday; what she said.

So Ah let out a big sigh, “I don’t remember but,” She widened her eyes a bit, pointing at one of them, “I forgot to take off my contact lenses yesterday so I’m blind as shit.” She cursed and Leon raised an eyebrow, still finding it a bit new at how her soft voice would utter such words.

“Rest well for today, I’ll call you when I land,” Jaehyun said, looking down at his watch before gripping onto his satchel and he looked at Leon with an expected look.

“Thank you, really.” Jaehyun said, putting his mouth mask back on and Leon nodded then Jaehyun raised his fist slightly which emitted a chuckle from the agent – they fist-bumped.

Jaehyun skipped down the porch and made his way to his car, getting in and it roared to life. He poked his head out to So Ah, who looked at him to at least try and watch him leave.

“I’ll try to be back for Christmas.” Jaehyun called out, and So Ah giggled a bit, rolling her eyes in disbelief.

“Okay, Jae, have a safe flight.” She waved and he returned it before he looked behind him, throwing his arm over the passenger seat – then he drove forward, receiving two pairs of confused eyes again.

“Do you think he’s doing that on purpose?” Leon asked, looking back at So Ah who walked up to her porch before leaning on the fence in his direction.

“Jaehyun’s an alien, I wouldn’t know.” She shrugged, rubbing her eye with the pads of her palm, “Uhm, Leon?” Her voice came out hesitant and a bit slurred due to her headache.

“Yeah?” Leon hummed, leaning against the wooden pillar next to his fence with his arms crossed.

“Did something happen yesterday? Because I barely have any idea what happened.” She asked, cheeks redder than usual and his eyes scanned her face for any confirmation, reading her perfectly.

“What do you last remember?” Leon asked, and she gulped, rubbing her eyes once again in irritation.

“Uh... Oh, I remember telling you how I waxed my step cousin’s moustache off.” So Ah said, before giggling a bit at the memory of her relative yelling out profanities as her brother held her back from charging at him again.

Leon chuckled, “Yeah, you looked pretty proud of it.” He teased, receiving blushed cheeks in return.

She was a little different from yesterday, the alcohol making her more talkative and less shy, but the one in front of them was the same one that caught his attention on day one.

“Ah, well,” So Ah gave him a light smile, “I hope you had fun yesterday.” She said now with a softer tone and he smiled, nodding lightly.

“Do you need anything for your headache?” Leon offered, gesturing slightly at her and she shook her head, a hand immediately coming down for balance against the sudden wave of dizziness.

“No, thank you, I’ll be okay. Nothing like painkillers and some rest can’t fix.” She gave him a weak thumbs up to which his lips twitched at.

“Alright, I’ll see you around.” Leon said, letting out a sigh as he straightened up.

“You too.” So Ah said, moving to her door, though stumbling a bit before she waved at him slightly then she went in, closing the door behind her.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely get something for her.” He muttered under his breath, scratching the back of his neck as he went back inside and at that moment, his stomach grumbled, reminding him about his almost forgotten lunch.

“Oh, right, lunch first.”

#leon kennedy x reader smut #ocs #resident evil infinite darkness #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #leon s kennedy x reader

[wantaichi]

haikyuu + skincare hcs

ever think abt how they treat their skin? probably not. but like. do they wash their face like a normal person? have a 32 step skincare routine maybe??

msg me for any character who’s not here and i’ll drop their routine for u

masterlist.

karasuno

sugawara. lives up to his title as mr. refreshing. cleanses, tones, and moisturizes. !chefs kiss! keeps a jar of aloe vera face gel in his fridge, his mom had a spare. carries around a 100-sheet pack of oil film, more out of habit than of need. good skincare just makes him feel in control of his life, ok

ennoshita. fuckin’ spotless. part of the 0.0001% who don’t sweat easily. doesn’t have a complete regimen but never skips out on cleansing and toning before bed. actually reads the product ingredients and googles the benefits before buying. neutrogena type of guy. 

asahi. facial scrubs are his holy grail. like. dead skin? stubborn hair follicles? haha not on his watch ヾ( ･`⌓´･)ﾉﾞ trims his goatee every 3-4 week bc a well-groomed beard goes hand in hand with proper skincare. a sucker for aromatic products. lavender? shea butter? SOLD.

daichi. “healthy lifestyle is key to healthy skin“ typa dude. rly just thinks natural is the way to go. drinks 8 glasses of water, eats his veggies, exercises regularly, gets 8 hours of sleep. sounds like smth off wikihow if u ask me. probably is.

tsukishima. cetaphil hoe. brand loyalty embodied. on it for 5++ years, and never once considered switching. BUT. his routine ends at step 1. cleanse. and that’s it. the fuck he need a 32 step skincare routine for? long as he gets a day’s worth of grime and dirt off his face, he gucci

yamaguchi. sensitive skin’s got him constantly changing/exploring different products. rode on tsukki’s cetaphil agenda for the first few years of puberty (rly just out of curiousity) but dropped out when his skin got used to it. thinks pimple patches are a blessing to mankind.

tanaka. fuck. chaotic greasy. asks for oil film from suga just to stick it on his forehead, lets it stay there. uses whatever’s in the bathroom to wash off, aka majority of saeko’s products. got yelled at once to “get his greasy ass over here” and got slabbed with aztec healing clay mask. converted to clay mask hoe after 20 minutes. “mm this shit’s dope!”

nishinoya. fuck. chaotic greasy part ii. but make it baby face. only does skincare when chillin at the tanakas. homie got him to try the clay mask bc chick’s dig that. “bro, u mean the mask or boys who do the mask?” “both bro” “awshit bro gimme that” thinks splashing some water twice a week is enough

kageyama. ? this yalls mans? oblivious to the whole concept of skincare, only acknowledges general hygiene. uses whatever’s on the soap holder to wash his face. probably dove. doesnt really have much skin problems to begin with, only breaks out once a year. living proof that god has favorites.

hinata. only started taking skincare seriously that time a huge ass zit grew on his chin. yachi offered him her unfinished bottle of cosrx (she’s a hoarder and u kno it), and has since been giving him all her leftover bottles. basically gets to use good quality products for free smh

nekoma

kuroo. not very big on the idea of skincare per se, but supports any brand on that cruelty-free and vegan agenda. reads the product ingredients like a children’s book. “mm phenoxyethanol and retinyl palmitate.. i’ll take it.” always leaves the saleslady stunned.

kenma. too lazy to adopt a routine. but regularly uses his mom’s facial wash. you know. those mom brands. has a stash of facemasks from lev’s trip to korea —> only form of skincare he actually appreciates bc he can simultaneously play his games and be all bout dat self care 

lev. abuses his perks of having a sister. casually uses all alisa’s imported, high end stuff. la prairie. estee lauder. la mer. and she doesn’t mind bc her “levochka deserves all the finest things”. boujee ass russians

yaku. baby face. when god made it rain collagen, he was freestylin in a pool full of it while we was all sleepin. doesn’t exert much effort, just cleanses and tones bc it’s part of proper hygiene. girls envy him. parents in their 40s wanna be him. 

seijoh

oikawa. SKINCARE HOE KING. fuckin high maintenance. goes to the derma for his monthly laser facial treatment. on broke days, he settles for a diamond peel. skin so smooth it puts the entire female population to shame. spends his savings on those clinique eye creams. probably modeled for the face shop once

iwaizumi. homie reeks of male cleanser. might either dove men or nivea men. there’s no in between. oikawa internally screams everytime he witnesses his bff wash his face. two words. aggressive. rubbing. bordering on hostile he might actually skin his face off

mattsun and makki. fuck. drugstore cleansers. the ones that come in sachets. agreed to take turns in buying bundles for sharing. sometimes sneaks a pinch from oikawa’s clinique products when he’s not looking. haha dumb hoe. may have an addiction to charcoal nose pore strips just so they can compare blackheads

fukurodani

bokuto. buys whatever’s on sale idfk. genuinely wants to get on kuroo’s go green agenda but too lazy to look around the store. normally just uses the bubbles from his soap or shampoo. his belief: if it cleans his hands and his ass, then it can fuckin clean his face too

akaashi. healthy lifestyle + decent regimen = pretty skin. cleanses and tones. tried his mom’s aloe vera face gel once and got hooked. shit’s relaxing as hell. owns a bunch of facemasks, sometimes uses but keeps forgetting to take them off before falling asleep. uwu af

dateko

futakuchi. doesn’t have a routine cause “who tf needs that” and “obviously not me.” or so he says. secretly the biggest spender on skincare in all of dateko. owns a bunch of anti wrinkle products and probably one of those jade rollers. but no one needs to know that. just wants everyone to think he’s naturally pretty

aone. told by futakuchi that “knitting your brows too much causes premature wrinkles, but not like i’m an expert on that hhhahaha dont get me wrong.” can’t rly do anything bout it. he was born with that face. also buys whatever’s on sale

shiratorizawa

ushijima. surprisingly blemish free? but not entirely smooth? just spotless? basically a rock? never went past step 1: cleanse. never realized he’s been skipping out the 31 next steps. cetaphil hoe.

tendou. dry. crusty. compensates by sweating a lot through practice. might be effective if he’d stop leaving the foam on longer than recommended, thus leaving his skin dryer than his love life. yeah, i went there.

shirabu. flawless at first glance. until you lift those uneven ass bangs. tbh its nothing serious except “are we gonna ignore the fact that his whiteheads follow the shape of his bangs” as pointed out by tendou. uses whatever cleanser his mom buys for him

semi. decent skin care routine. a big boy who’s fairly knowledgeable on other brands outside cetaphil and dove/garnier/nivea men. takes him less than 5 minutes to pick a product bc he’s tried them all, knows what works, knows his skin type in and out. stan semi for clear skin.

see inarizaki + sakusa here

#actually #stan all of them for clear skin #oikawa goes to the derma and u cant convince me otherwise #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #hq #oikawa torū #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #tsukishima kei #kageyama tobio #sugawara koushi #tendou satori #kozume kenma #iwaizumi hajime #karasuno #nekoma #aoba johsai #dateko #shiratorizawa #hqscen@rio

[lovely-necromancy]

A Cure for Insomnia CH. 21

After the past few weeks you've had you really just need a day to decompress and recharge, by yourself. Thankfully you hadn't had anything really planned for today. While you did want to go to Saturday Night Dead that was your only real activity planned for the day. There may have been a few chores scattered around to do and a grocery run to make but you could do all that tomorrow. These past two weeks more than guaranteed you a day of rest and laziness.

Today you planned on doing nothing.

Though looking through your bare fridge maybe you really should at least go grocery shopping. But with the wake up call you gave yourself this morning, it took a lot out of you, you really didn't feel like being productive in any shape or form today.

Closing the freezer after securing your breakfast, a vegan burrito – the microwavable ones just taste better – and a pedialyte pop you notice your calendar. It's off date because of your missing two weeks. When you pop the burrito in the microwave you take the time to start marking off the missed days. June's already over with so you flip the page and fuck!

Little Jo's recital is next weekend.

You still need to find something to cover your shoulders. Or a nice simple black blouse, though you really would prefer a cardigan or shawl. You sweat so much you'd hate to stand out in sweat soaked apparel. Just thinking of all the overly southern comments of “like a sinner in church” has you cringing. Sweating through your top really isn't ever ideal and especially not at such a formal recital. Your anxiety is going through the roof at the thought of all those eyes on you.

It's a big reason wearing a suit never even crossed your mind. As dashing as you look in them you sweat way too much and look like you just got dredged up from the lake not fifteen minutes later.

Unfortunately it seems your do nothing day has turned into a thrifting day. Might as well tack on that trip to Leo's while you're at it. The chores however, can wait for another day...maybe even next week altogether.

Calculating your trips you estimate that even with the hour it normally takes you to buy and put away your groceries you should still have enough time to hit up the last four stores you had wanted to hit the other week. You'd done your research on these neighborhoods and they were all either decently wealthy or had a high number of elderly women who were sure to be gifting their well loved vintage items to second hand shops, giving them a second chance at life with a younger generation. There's bound to be a shawl or something at at least one of these shops.

It's decided you'll go right after breakfast and be done by lunch time.

The microwave beeps as you throw away your popsicle wrapper. Great the sooner you start your hunt the sooner it can end and the more time you will have for your well deserved solitude. You really have missed just existing within your own space. And without the constant feeling of dread that whenever you left your room you'd be reminded of how hectic your life has become.

But you're home now, there's a security system in place and you have two Nate free days. Hopes and spirits are high today! Let the Hunt begin!

The hunt has ended. And because you found nothing.

Groaning you slam your head into your steering wheel, narrowly missing the horn. Not that it would matter since you got to the parking lot so early that no one is even around to witness the fit you're throwing. More accurately the breakdown caused by the stress of shopping for clothes that couldn't form to your body.

There hadn't been anything red you could've used. And the plain black blouses you found either had itchy material, a weird cut or didn't fit you at all. That last one always got to you, a deep rooted trauma buried deep in your psyche never letting you forget how weird your body was. And while you can understand that it's because all bodies are weird, you can't help the thoughts that betray you. Making themselves known loud and clear and cause you to cry. Like right now, gross wet globs run down your face as you try to calm your breathing.

It's no use, you just have to have this episode. Everything has built up to this point and the body dismorphia has just rocketed you over the edge you hadn't realized you were balancing on.

A tap at your window startles you, who the fuck came to Saturday Night Dead at...nine-fifteen? Looking up you see Janna, a Hornet who's still quite the delinquent, even after the group's reform a few years back. Hasn't totally cleaned up her act if the graffiti around town had anything to say about it.

You roll down your window and with a hiccuping voice say, “What's up?” as though you aren't having a break down in your little Kia Soul in the middle of a dark parking lot on a Saturday night.

“I should be askin' you honey. Now what on Earth has got you crying out here?” her accent might not be thick but she still has a drawl.

Shaking your head you try and brush it off.

“It's stupid.” you sniff.

“Now don't go...if it were really stupid, 'en you wouldn't be out here all alone cryin' 'bout it. Now would you?”

She had a point...but then again it might just be a big deal to you. Looking into her brown eyes you sigh and explain yourself.

“In the end I'm back at square one and hate having a physical form.”

She lets out a laugh at your huffs, and that causes color to rise to your cheeks. Great this really was just a big deal to you and only you. Now you look like such a baby crying about it.

“Ah sorry, I shouldn't laugh...” she takes a moment to compose herself, “especially cause dismorphia and all that ain't none too funny. But if all you were worried 'bout is a cover up, honey I happen to have one that might just do you.”

Apparently her mother had recently given her a burnt burgundy knitted cardigan that wasn't really within her realm of fashion. Taking in the woman's appearance you wonder just how someone could ever confuse this rough biker chic style for a cozy knitted cardigan vibe.

But you weren't about to question it too much since she was offering to give you the final piece you needed for your outfit.

“Janna are you sure?”

“Uh yea? If I wanted to look like a librarian I would'a applied for the position.” She jokes on about how it really wasn't even her style.

“No I meant are you sure all you want is a batch of cookies for it?”

She shrugs, “Meh, it was a gift. Plus I like your cookies a lot more than some sweater. You get somethin' you need and I don't feel bad 'bout tossing a gift from my ma. Cookies really are just a bonus. So, easy deal yea?” you give her an eager nod in response to the carefree grin decorating her face.

“A'ight good deal! Now let's head up to the Crypt, oh Soapbox.” she laughs as you roll your eyes at the nickname.

You'd forgotten, God you hated the Warrens.

Getting to the Crypt early always meant catching up with the Hornets, or most of them. It wasn't like you hated it or anything but this week it was less about catching up with them and more catching them up. Everyone was more or less worried and checking up on you. Asking how you were doing, or if the police had found anything useful yet? They were practically on pins and needles waiting to hear everything you had to say. A few Hornets did offer to help you run errands if you needed it or swing by the cottage and keep you company, all you had to do was say the word and they'd come right around. The gang of misfits was always so kind, at least to other misfits like yourself.

You had just excused yourself to take your normal seat when you heard a call from the treeline.

“Look who's up and running again!”

Fuck you Brian.

“Ah yup.” Like what the hell were you supposed to say to that?

Trailing not too far behind him were Tim and Toby.

Tim looking nervous and just generally uncomfortable, as though he wanted the Earth to open wide and swallow him whole. It probably had a lot to do with how intensely Toby was watching him. Daggers practically skewered the man in front of God and everyone. It honestly unnerved you and you weren't even on the receiving end of it.

Guess they aren't as good as you had assumed.

Briefly the thought occurs that it might actually be Masky fronting tonight. But looking back at the man, his stance confirms it's just Tim.

Masky, from your minimal encounters, seems to stand with a widened gait, dude exudes big dick energy seemingly effortlessly. Overall he's less...maybe awkward's the right term?

Masky just seems like he's so sure of his presence as if he's always meant to be where ever he is at any given moment. So very much unlike Tim, with his hunched posture and the way he always stands slightly behind his boyfriend.

“Hey guys.” It's a general greeting. Civil enough to seem like you included Brian without the obligation of engaging in a conversation with just him.

“Hey.” Tim calmly states.

Toby on the other hand stares hard at Tim for a good minute before making his way over to you and holding out a bag of popcorn to you. You blink owlishly at the bag presented before looking back at Toby. He just nudges the bag into your chest making you grab it and then tries to usher you into the Crypt, by gently guiding you by your shoulders.

He hasn't said a word this whole encounter. And as weird as it might be you figure he must still be upset at Brian and Tim.

“Thanks?” you whisper to him.

He flushes slightly and looks off to the side. A funny sense of deja vu washes over you, and like most cases of deja vu you can't place why exactly.

Tim and Brian have made their way over to the two of you and successfully ushered you into the building. The grip Toby has on you tightens a little at their approach.

“So, YN, what movie is it tonight and why should we all be appalled?” Brain has wrapped an arm around Toby's shoulders and it causes both of you to move from his added weight.

“Urm, I dunno, I...I've kinda been out of the loop for a bit.” you're a bit surprised Brian didn't bring your accident up.

It's a little strange he didn't bring it up right? Most people would immediately hone in and offer a small condolence or something.

Wait, no , no Brian's also Autistic. You know better than that, he wouldn't respond like most people. Hell, it could've easily been Toby asked him and Tim not to say anything to you about it. That would make sense since Toby himself hasn't really been pressing you for details aside from the first night in the hospital.

Though to be fair a lot of other things have been popping up and taking priority when you two have gotten the chance to hang out.

Looking over to Toby you catch the same dead look in his eyes that you saw the other week when Nate approached him at the auto shop. It sends a chill through you for some unknown reason.

You trust Toby. Find out he has the capacity for killing didn't really effect how you saw the man. Most people in the world had the same capacity but either didn't react to the urge or were never put in a situation where they would need too. Toby feel into the latter half, he had been put in a position to kill and he had his reasons. That isn't to say you condone his actions but you can understand them.

There's something in that glassy eyed look though that just sets you on edge. You aren't afraid of Toby, that much you're aware. You trust Toby and know he's your friend. But the gnawing dread in your stomach is starting to create a pit.

“Nine-fifty guys! Time to bring it in.” Keith calls out to the lobby, so everyone can go on and fill into the basement.

The four of you pay for your tickets and make your way into the basement. Luckily for Toby Jake and Hollis left an extra space by your spot. Meanwhile Brian and Tim got stuck somewhere towards the back. Being split up didn't seem to bother the trio much, Toby even seemed to relax a little bit after the other two left. So things really aren't all settled between them.

That's fine,you're okay with enjoying Toby's quiet company tonight. Decompress after the tiring day you've had.

Weirdly Kirby doesn't make an announcement about the movie, instead turning the lights off right away and just letting it load by itself.

Why's he letting the trailers play. Is he trying to build up anticipation? The nerd.

Finally the DVD's menu pops up...Venom? That's not a Warren case file.

Toby leans over and whispers in your ear, “Asked Kurly if he could play this tonight. We agreed you needed something....needed a feel good.”

You don't know if it's the proximity or the kind gesture but you have butterflies in your stomach at his words. It's your turn to flush and you have to stop yourself from leaning back into him, as his warmth seems to want to draw you in.

“Kirby.” you open the bag of popcorn and offer it to him. “And thank you.”

Taking a handful he gives a half hearted grin and shakes his head at you. You think he gets people's names wrong on purpose. Rolling your eyes at the thought you can't help but smile as the room settles and the movie begins.

You have no clue why but the opening montage of Eddie's reporter life always makes you giddy. The movie is just fun and you love how Eddie's character gets shown all in the first few minutes. You really hope your swaying isn't bothering Toby. Your knees have been bumping together a bit with your stimming. When Toby shifts you take a glance at him briefly, making sure it was more of a comfort issue than a you issue. You focus back on the movie when his knee falls right back next to yours, still touching like it had been from the start. From the corner of your eye you can see him fidgeting with something in his lap, you ignore it because fidgeting is just something you've come to associate with Toby at this point.

Until something thin and hard starts nudging your knee. Toby's head is still facing forward as he tries to get your attention to his phone?

He isn't a Kepler local so it'd make sense that he had a smart phone before coming her and finding out it was pretty much useless. After all you don't just toss phones away, they weren't cheap.

Sparing another glance his way, Toby made no move to acknowledge you or the phone he was currently trying to pass to you. The dread from earlier bubbles back up. Feeling like something was wrong you take the phone from him as discreetly as you could.

'Hike tomorrow? Need to get away from THEM'

You don't even have to guess who he's talking about to know who he meant. You wonder what's happened in the past twenty-four hours to put Toby back on edge. Yesterday he made it seem like they were on the road to making up. Whatever happened doesn't matter right now, Toby's asking for your help so of course you're going. Toby has been there for you throughout your whole mess and even got your favorite movie playing at Saturday Night Dead even though it isn't a horror. Of course you were going to do this for him, it's just what friends do.

'Sure. What time?'

You slide the phone back his way. It's almost creepy how he took it without even looking from the corner of his eye. Maybe he just has a wider peripheral view than you.

'Early.'

It must be bad. With a muted sigh you type your response, you don't even have to think about it. Unfortunately there's a new voice in your head that sounds oddly like Nate screaming at you as you type though.

'Sleepover tonight?'

There's a pause in response.

'Might as well, they're going to get on my case regardless.'

You want to ask Toby but know if he wants to explain himself he will, prying and pushing doesn't seem like it would work to get him to open up. Since there's nothing else you can say to that you put the phone on the ground to intertwine your hand with Toby's and give his small reassuring squeezes throughout the night. With every squeeze the tension practically flows out of him.

You both were in agreement. Toby would go home with you tonight get some time away from Tim and Brian. Then sometime in the morning you two would go hiking through the Monongahela. Hopefully it'll take some stress off of him, and now without the looming worry of his past hopefully he can get a bit out of this vent session.

...What if his vent session is because of last night? Because you know about his past. Did the other two have similar histories? Maybe they did, you don't really know much about the other two but they are a good few years older than you and Toby. Or maybe it's because you knew and met Masky. And Brian's just a protective boyfriend. Regardless you're sure you'll find out the reason tomorrow. Away from the sets of eyes you can feel burning into you.

Your neck cracks twice to the right, the movement triggers Toby's hands to jolt up. You almost punched him.

#a cure for insomnia #Timothy Wright #timothy wright x reader #timothy wright x brian thomas #Brian Thomas #brian thomas x reader #masky x reader #Masky #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #ticcitoby #creepypasta fanfic

[clvmtines]

welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

hi friends! i’m very excited to be here. i’m jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. i’m so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine. 

01. biography !

so ! clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park. 

her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and she’s an aries. 

(TW: addiction, child injury) clem’s dad was a gambling addict and petty criminal—he wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.

the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.

throughout her upbringing, clem’s dad was always in and out of the picture. he’d blow into town when he hit it big. he’d take her on these little “adventures” like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someone’s stolen credit card. he’d always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddy’s girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didn’t show ( "overslept” after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining “i’m done” moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.

(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clem’s always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. she’s still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst weren’t okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.

as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone it’s in a trailer park. that reputation—the “trailer park girl”—was really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it. she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.

eventually clem became more “popular”. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didn’t believe it deserved her sweat and tears. 

however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so she’s studying creative writing now.

02. personality !

first thing you shld know abt clem is that she’s a compulsive liar essentially—she tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, she’s an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasn’t fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesn’t know where to put this anger. she doesn’t know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.

despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. she’s adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold. 

bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive. 

she’s seemingly tight with everyone? like she’s jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh. 

in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing pool ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. she’ll never say no to hanging out with people. 

she learned a lot from her little “adventures” with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the ‘im baby 🥺’ card to get what she wants.

she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself. 

stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!

she doesn’t do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someone’s energy she’ll b like, “i’ll break up with u before u can do it to me” and the person wasn’t even tryna dump her lmao.

has a lot of sex. too much ?? sex?? mayb. but she’s v sex positive.

her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz it’s good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. she’s dedicated to the aesthetic.

03. headcanons !

her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesn’t even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.

she’s a smol bean—only 5′4

an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because she’s hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.

she doesn’t typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means she’s going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs tho 

pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.

a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, she’s v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts with ‘my pussy my choice’ bedazzled on the front.

loves to rollerblade ! back home she didn’t have a car so she’d bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and she’ll use them when the ship docks. 

03. wanted connections !

Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??

an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.

an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.

someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.

a rival. clem can be competitive.

her drug dealer 

someone she knows she shouldn’t hook up with and… does it anyways. like a friend’s ex or smthing. spicy <3

i welcome anything !

#seasintro #addiction tw #alcohol tw #drugs tw

[peanutxparker]

A (very long) list of all of my favorite AJJ lyrics because why not

Candy Cigarettes and Cap Guns (2005)

“Well my great grand-dad he died of cancer, from smoking too many cigarettes. But I must confess that he did quite profess to being the coolest motherfucker I ever met.”

“And cocaine is essentially vegan and they don't give a fuck anyway.”

“And I can't help but miss him even though he hit me everyday.”

“So fuck white people! (fuck white people!)”

“Heaven is a special place in hell where you can watch the people you hate get hurt.”

“You find me quite charming and I find it quite alarming ‘cause I'm gonna take your life. You find me quite charming and I find it quite alarming and I'm sad you won't be my wife.”

“What makes you think you can be so pretty? And what makes you think you can be so great? And what makes you think you can be so intelligent? And what makes you think you can be so far away?”

“What makes you think you can be so wonderful? And what makes you think you can be so keen? And what makes me think I can be so hurtful? And what makes me think I can be so mean?”

“Sometimes I feel like a cigarette, I'm wrapped in paper and I'm suffocating to death.”

“I don't want to be a cigarette anymore. I'll go to hell in my self death all day and night, so please just put me out.”

People Who Can Eat People Are The Luckiest People In The World (2007)

“Rejoice despite the fact this world will hurt you. Rejoice despite the fact this world will kill you. Rejoice despite the fact this world will tear you to shreds. Rejoice because you’re trying your best”

“I'm afraid to leave the house. I'm as timid as a mouse. I'm afraid if I go out I'll outwear my welcome. I'm not a courageous man. I don't have any big lasting plans. I'm too cowardly to take a stand, I want to keep my nose clean. And it's sad to know that we're not alone in this and it's sad to know that there's no honest way out. In this life we lead, we could conquer everything if we could just get the brave to get out of bed in the morning.”

“And I give a thank-you to my father for not raising me, and I give a finger to my step-father for beating me, and I give props to myself for achieving, and god damn I’m glad that I survived, and god damn I’m surprised that I survived.”

“So I looked into your eyes and I saw the reflection of a coward you and I both hate very much and then I grabbed the knife and I let the blood out of your throat and I smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull.”

“If I don’t go to hell when I die I might go to heaven, might go to heaven. But probably not.”

“Just happy times and half assed rhymes and mimes because mimes are dears, but most of all I want no more tears.”

“No more racism. No more discrimination. No more fat dumb fucks keeping people out of our nation.”

“We’re all one big band across this land and we should sing in tune. Let us grow the balls to break the walls, we’ve got to do it soon.”

“And I hope our candles flicker and die so that our hearts don’t burn to the ground.”

“First we were babies, we're birthing and dying. Then we were children, we're playing and crying. And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking. But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing.”

“And your manic depression, it comes and it goes. Your parasympathetic nervous system reacts and you're in fight or flight mode.”

“How's the world so small when the world is so large? And what made the world? Could I please speak to who's in charge? Everything is real but it's also just as fake. From your daughter's birthday party to your grandmother's wake.”

“I've tried to know which words to sing so many times. I tried to know which chord to play and I tried to make it rhyme. And I tried to find the key that all good songs are in. And I tried to find that notes to make that great, resounding din.”

“There's someone in your head waiting to fucking strangle you.”

“I've got essays, I've got finals due. I have got lots and lots of problems.”

“Welcome to this world, have as much fun as you would like while helping others have as much fun as you're having. Be kind to those you love and be kind to those you don't but for God's sake you gotta be kind.”

Can’t Maintain (2009)

“I wanna pick up the pieces and plant them in the ground. When a tree grows there I want to chop that tree down. Build it into a boat and float it in a lake. And with dynamite I will explode the thing that makes me make mistakes.”

“Sometimes I get so lonesome I can't breathe. Sometimes I get so scared that I can't speak. Sometimes I get so worried I can't hear my heartbeat. Anyway…”

“I wanna tear out my heart and give it away to a person more deserving one day. If all I see is the worst in everything that's all I'm gonna get, that's all I'm gonna get, that's all I'm gonna get.”

“And people freak me out. People make me scared. People make me so damn self-aware.”

“I get bronchitis twice a year at least. My lungs aren't the way they should be. And I smoke more than a mother fuckin chimney. I declare war on my body.”

“You will cough up crows that peck my eyes and I will do nothing but go blind.”

“We could live there together or I'll live alone, less happy but I'll live... unfortunately.”

“And no one will know how I truly feel ‘cause I can no longer differentiate between what is fake and what is real. I don't know how I feel.”

“And I will always appreciate bad days like this because they grant me a point of reference in regards to my happiness.”

“If the bridge that I was driving over collapsed while I was driving over it that may not be such a bad thing. I would finally meet my maker, I could meet the great creator, and I'd punch him for teaching me how to sing.”

“Don't know if I believe in god but sometimes I pray because the way I was raised keeps me afraid.”

“I hope I can forgive me for having the nerve to exist. I hope someone can help me make some sense of this.”

“Sense and sensibility and peaceful productivity, a pretty girl with broken wings is all that I desire. But there's so much hostility in all the things surrounding me. The awful glow of enmity is trying to stop my shine. So I try to look inwardly at all the things inside of me but sodomy and buggery keep bubbling to the top.”

“I met you once over the phone, you sounded sad and you seemed alone. You left me but I never left you. I never had the chance to.”

“If you spend all your heart on something that has died you are not alive and that can't be your life.”

Knife Man (2011)

“There's no one to blame. People are just fucking mean.”

“So if I see a penny on the ground, I leave it alone or fucking flip it. I'm a straight white male in America. I've got all the luck I need.”

“I've got a pile of broken mirrors and I'm walking under ladders and I'll spill a ton of salt because to me that doesn't matter.”

“You were dead by the time that I had found you. Your blood was spilled on the couch where we had first kissed. So I carried you west to the sea so I could wash you. Your body felt just like a back pack.”

“I hate whiny, fucking songs like this but I can't afford a therapist. Sorry guys, here's a solo.”

“Some days I feel like I'm the weakest and others the strongest. These days are the longest and I've got the weirdest feeling about this and I wanna go away for a while.”

“I wish I had a bullet big enough to fucking kill the sun. I'm sick of songs about the summer.”

“When you have no one, you are no one. Like I said, I used to work at the people pound. All these no ones clumped together, just like a human lost and found. If they left them all be someones there wouldn't be enough to go around. It's better for us all us if there are no ones. And I knew a lot of no ones round that time. They used to all be someones until something took their life and all their someones disappeared while they're stuck there waiting in a line. And for them now, no one seems to have the time.”

“They say ambition is an enemy of weakness and greatness is an enemy of fame.When I pick up my guitar and I try to write a song, I think of what my mentor used to say… “Who fucking gives a rat's ass Steve, just write a love song. Cus they'll keep your belly full and your wallet lined. Don't bother these nice people with your sad sack songs. If you ask me I think they're just a waste of time.””

“Inspiration is the best friend of my sorrow and sorrow is the best friend of my drink. Well I want to look myself in the eye tomorrow but I'm too worried of what other folk's will think.”

“And the troubles in my heart need to get let out. And the troubles in my heart need to escape. And I never liked writing poetry and I never liked doing pottery and God knows that I never learned to paint. So every now and then, I'll sing sad songs. Cus it keeps my spirit light and my conscience clean. And if you don't care to hear I don't mind if you go out for some air. Cus I'm happy that you're happier than me.”

“So I wish I had a cigarette for every time a perfect stranger asked me for a cigarette but I wonder what a cigarette will really do to help that person out. I wish to God I had some spare change for every time a perfect stranger asked me for some spare change but there's not enough spare change in the world to make such an empty gesture count.”

“You can hope it gets better and you can follow your dreams but hope is for presidents and dreams are for people who are sleeping.”

“You don't have it any better and you don't have it any worse. You're an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer and that’s a huge bummer.”

“I'm afraid of the way I live my life. I'm afraid of the way I don't. I'm afraid of the things that I want to do but I won't. I'm afraid of God. I'm afraid to believe and I'm afraid of all the loved ones that I've made leave. I'm afraid that my dog doesn't love me anymore. I'm afraid of the social laziness that let Kitty Genovese die. And I'm afraid of the mob mentality that makes otherwise normal people go blind. I'm afraid of the way that the world works and I'm afraid of the words in my notebooks. I'm afraid that you all know that I am a pervert.”

“It's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else. I wish I were a little less of a coward but the big red bird that lives under the city doesn't give a damn about me and it dies every night. So I bought a knife. I am a knife.”

Rompilation (2012)

“I used to be a spiderman, I used to be a cowboy from hell, but not anymore. Now I'm just a clam and I live inside this shell inside this shell I am. God damn I hate my brain.”

“I'll dip my brain in medicine so that you can stand to be with me.”

“Give me your tired, give me your tired, give me your poor. When our government acts like this, I wonder what World War II was for and the rest of the country hates us more and more. Lady Liberty is not a whore.”

“This is not a protest, it's a tortoise slowly pushing through a race. I hope the tortoise keeps its patience while the hare continues to pepper-spray its face.”

“There is no enemy, there's only people that also love their families and they're scared that they won't have enough long after they are deceased. But how much money do they need? Love turns into fear, and fear turns into greed. There is no enemy, there's only dummies that also love their families.”

“And this is not a phase, it's just a matter of time, with diligence and peacefulness, you will reach them and you will change their minds. If you stay there long enough, they'll start to see you.”

“And when you pushed my face in shit how could that have made you feel like a man or like a monster. It's your fault that I can't tell the difference.”

“In the evening I try songwriting. I'm self loathing, but I love singing. I'll try escaping these evil feelings but they keep coming, they keep coming…”

“So the baby's gonna have a daddy, that's wonderful news. He won't be the greatest parent but neither will you! Gotta get out while you can, otherwise you're screwed. Your legs are broken and your eyes are black and blue.”

“And smoking is like hiring a hitman for five dollars a day, and as cool as that is, I don't wanna keep dying this way.”

Christmas Island (2014)

“Shoot him again ‘cause I can see his soul dancing.”

“If you give it to me I’ll give it back much harder. If you treat me like a son, then I’ll treat you like a daughter. Everyone has a future, everyone has a soul, everyone has a heart, they have a mind, they have control.”

“The Coffin Dancer dances like he has something the prove because he does. He sleeps a couple hours in the morning, hates the morning when he wakes up.”

“The Coffin Dancer dances like he wants to make a friend, but he does not.”

“Getting naked and playing with guns. There's a gerbil in the microwave, a baseball bat in everyone. Sharing kisses and building a bomb. We'll set it off like Microsoft in '94.”

“McDonald's PlayPlace before the Xbox, cake frosting, sweet talking, bedroom wall, covered in knives, touching God, burning shit. We'll make a wish and take a trip to Future Town like our daddy did.”

“Have you ever wanted to be, have you ever wanted to see someone better in the mirror? Have you ever wanted to go, have you ever wanted to know somewhere greener, somewhere cleaner. I bet you got something beautiful in mind.”

“I can’t handle astounding works of beauty. I think I like my pretty pretty ugly but the beautiful soul I witnessed in that movie was an entirely different kind of overwhelming. It was a dog that won’t stop barking. Like a cut that never stops bleeding. Arizona sunsets in the early evening. Or a grown man inconsolably weeping.”

“I am the Kool-Aid stains on the mouth of a kid whose name is most likely Cody. He had a juice box for breakfast and he carries a stick that he most likely found in the alley. Cody doesn't have friends and his parents hate each other and he wants to find a better way to love his family and after school he hangs out in the abandoned house behind the Arby's.”

The Bible 2 (2016)

“Oh, I love you cause I love you cause I can.”

“On your last night at Saint Mary's you were way too intoxicated to breathe. So I used your ribs as ladders and I climbed up on your chest and I jumped up and down just like a trampoline.”

“Confused and rude. Such a special kind of way to be cruel.”

“If I were one of the things, I'd be american garbage. The most beautiful thing. The most beautiful american garbage you have ever seen.”

“No more shame, no more fear, no more dread.”

“And if you don't want to feel the feeling, no one should ever make you feel the feeling.”

“I thought I saw you before I knew who you were.”

“I just wanted to rage but all I got was tired”

“I showed him all the books that I was raised on. Your Madeleine L'Engle(s) and D'Aulaires' Mythologies.”

“And his eyes became a beacon, an LCD projector, broadcasting all my memories in a clear and vivid picture. His tongue became a staircase, his uvula - The knocker of an ornate wooden door that lead me straight into my future. His throat became a hallway with a thousand baby pictures and I became forgiveness, I transformed into the closure that I lost when I learned about the tragedy of all of us. I lost it when I learned about the tragedy of all of us.”

Good Luck Everybody (2019)

“If you don't give it to them they'll starve to death and that's alright.”

“I've got the normalization blues, this isn't normal, this isn't good.”

“I'm detached and I'm distracted, all keyed up but unproductive, vacillating between being all excited and disgusted and then dozing lackadaisically in this bubble where I've made my mental home. Connection's more important now than it ever was, but I'd rather be alone.”

“And when we talk about the president, we're either pissed off or we're giggling about an atrocity he's committing or some stupid shit he's tweeting. He's a symptom and a weapon of the evil men who really run the show. The ones who melt down human beings into money like a cruel Sorcerer's Stone.”

“This is the golden age of dickotry, probably the last golden age of anything, and the ugliest word in the English language is anthropocene. Good luck, everybody. Good luck.”

“But before that, you'll be a doormat, for every vicious narcissist in the world. Oh how they'll screw you, all up and over, then feed you silence for dessert.”

“I'm sorry that you have to have a body, filled with infection, one hundred scabs singing in unison, eyes and hands, sometimes bullets, uninvited, passing through us.”

“Oh to be awake for such a shitty dream. A bullet in the head of every decent thing.”

“The lake of dead black children that America created is getting fuller than the founding Fathers even wanted. The ghost of great America was underestimated and now it rages like a cold sore on the lip of this dumb nation. Again we've slipped inside a pit of absolute despair. That's where we live.”

“Rewarding our worst cruelty, they destroyed our shared reality, and now they upsell us our dignity like some fucked VIP package.”

“There is no absolute, these days there's no such thing as truth and you don't need to be a dick about it.”

“I'm a burnout and a fool, oblivious to all I do. I move my lips when I read and breathe with my mouth open, wide open. Timid, meek, and cruel, this is the best that I can do. I need to speak my truth, yet here I'm broken wide, wide open. My resentment, big and strong, and all the things that I can't change. They'll buckle me beneath the weight. I will drive myself insane with all the things that I can't change. I hate all the things that I can't change.”

“You're a loudmouth and a tool, and as it turns out I am too, and you don't need to be a dick about it.”

“Because I know that you know what I need more than me and I know that you need me more than that.”

“For all the pussies you grab and the children you lock up in prison, for all the rights you roll back and your constant stream of racism, for all the poison you drip in my ear, for all your ugly American fear. I wrote you this beautiful song called Psychic Warfare.”

“I hate you with all of my heart. I hate you with all of my art.”

“I went back to the desert, little Midwest in me, and now I am colder than I used to be. I live in a fortress the shape of my body, and now there's a coldness, and it's shaped like me. Now I don't suffer any more bullshit gladly. Even though everything's bullshit now, here in 2019 and you can bet it's gonna be a bunch of bullshit too out in sweet 2020 or whenever this album's released.”

#ajj band #ajj #andrew jackson jihad

[dancingdeacyy]

Hi my love! I was wondering if I could request something from the prompt list? Could I have 5, 7, and 44 with like a goofy drunk Brian? Thanks so much! You’re wonderful! 💕

Oh my god! I love this, I really hope you like this, I literally poured my heart into this one.

5. Are you drunk or are you just really happy to see me?

7. I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?

44. I love you.

Thanks again to the wonderful @afictionaladventure16 for an awesome prompt list!

Warnings: probably none, just drunk Brian haha it’s pure fluff.

When you started dating Brian you didn’t think about the times he’ll go on tour and leave you all by yourself, you hated it but he didn’t like it either, when he’s away, he always tell you how much he wants you to be by his side touring. But you had to work, it was your responsibility.

You were growing used to it. Brian has this “album, tour, album, tour” routine, he sometimes had holidays in between, but when he was having his well deserved rest, you usually had to work, so you valued every second you got to spend with him.

He has been touring for two months, you were really proud of him, they made it! They’re being recognized and they deserved it, so you’re not complaining. However, you were really happy cause he’s coming home tonight, you had a special night planned for the two of you, you were planning on cooking, a bit of stargazing and lots of cuddles.

Bri is vegan, so you’ve been learning some new recipes to make him and his tummy happy, he also love space and stars, so you were planning on using that old telescope he loves, but as much he loves stargazing, he prefers cuddles, in any position, so you were quite happy about it too cause you love cuddles as much as him.

As the day passed, you were getting more anxious and nervous, you wanted everything to be perfect, you also put on your favorite dress, put on some make up and fixed your hair a bit, you always thought that dressing up for a guy was useless, but then you met Brian and a lot of things changed.

9:30 pm, he should be here already, where is he? You were starting to get worried.

Food’s cold.

The sky was too clouded and the stars were nowhere to be seen.

Your makeup was not “perfect” anymore.

But most importantly, Brian wasn’t here.

At 11:00 you gave up, you left the food served and went to the couch, the dress doesn’t matter anymore, you laid on your back and waited for Brian to show up.

You fell asleep, when? You didn’t even notice, probably all the stress of the day was taking it’s toll on you, however, you woke up thanks to the feeling of some extra weight on top of you and a mop of hair tickling your nose, there he is.

His face was snuggled into your neck and he let all of his weight rest on you, apparently you look like a pillow. But in the moment you felt his arms hugging you as if his life depends on it, you felt safe, he’s home now, you’re home now.

You hugged him back with all the strength you had, apparently he liked it cause he moaned in pleasure, two months after, you were finally hugging him.

“I want the cuddles” he said like a whinny boy, and snuggled into your neck more if that’s possible. But then it hit you. He’s drunk. You try to push him away a bit but he wrapped his arms tighter. “I just want love” he said, like a kid, again.

“I love you” i said kissing his head a bit, caressing his nape and hair. “I love you more than I love myself”

He looked up, yeap he’s drunk, his eyes are a bit red and glossy and that’s what usually happens to him after getting more so-co than he should. He stood up as fast as a lighting and offered you his hand

As soon as you were on your feet, he grabbed you from your waist and hugged you tighter, he was obviously taller than you so your face was pressed to his bare chest, cause is well known that Brian can be modest and shy, but he knows he’s good looking so he liked to leave some of his shirt buttons opened and god, you loved that.

He looked down at you and spread kisses all over your face and staying a few more seconds on your lips “how was the tour?” You asked trying to have a proper conversation.

“Let me kiss you more!” He practically begged. “Please, please, pleaseee...!” He pouted and gave you his best attempt of puppy eyes.

“Are you drunk or are you just really happy to see me?” I asked him laughing at his puppy eyes, they were slowly making me fall into his game but I would admit it so easily.

“Both” he laughed and cares my cheek “you’re so beautiful, let me kiss you, please.” He said looking all love struck, you were sure you had the same look.

“Kiss me Brian.” You said hugging his waist and pulling him closer to you. It took longer saying it than him doing it. God You missed his lips, he was so sweet but so demanding at the same time, it was impressive.

We spend hours just kissing, remembering ever inch of our lips, telling each other how much we missed and loved the other, just feeling our heartbeats synchronise again.

“God you taste like so-co, how much did you had?” You asking him parting your kiss.

“Probably more than I should have” he said with a guilty look,you caressed his cheek and he leaned into it looking all soft “I know I stink right now, so I’m gonna sleep on the couch.” You refused, immediately, but he was too lazy to take a shower at that hour, so that’s not an option.

Besides, when Brian says he’ll do something, he’ll do it. So he took so pillows and blankets to the couch and fall sleep there, you went to your bed, as much as you’d like to snuggle into Brian’s chest right now, he’ll refuse and tug you into your bed himself. So you just obeyed.

You fell asleep immediately, until you heard a knock on your bedroom door, Brian was there, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a pout on his lips.

“I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you?” He asked while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes looking like a five year old.

You opened up a space beside you and patted the bed a bit, he understood and layed down beside you. He put his head on your chest and looked up at you “I’m not drinking again, I promise” you laughed and kissed his nose, he’ll do it again, I’m sure, you didn’t ask him about his nightmare cause you know he doesn’t like to talk about them and that he will when he’s ready, you felt peace again.

It wasn’t the night you planned, no food, no stargazing, but you had Brian, he was finally here, and with your man’s head on your chest, soft snores coming out of his mouth and the moon light coming though the windows, you realized, everything is perfect by his side, even when he’s drunk and unplanned.

Okay that’s all, I really hope you like it, I loved it cause it’s too cute haha, please give me feedback and continue requesting!

#brian may #brian may x reader #brian may imagine #brain may x reader #brian may x you #queen band #queen imagine #dancingdeacyy

[chilledplantmum]

I’m so sorry I have to write this:

And again this is a complication of 100’s stories I have been witness too:

IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED OR FEEL SIMILAR IN ANYWAY YOU DESERVE BETTER YOUR LIFE MATTERS YOU DESERVE BETTER!

Help numbers:

Life line: 13 11 14

Men’s help line: 1300 789 978

Beyond blue: 1300 22 4636

1800 RESPECT

Kids helpline: 1800 55 1800

And

CONTENT WARNING: suicide, mental health, abuse of women and children, death, rape, sexual assault, racism, ableism, sexism, homophobia.

Male manager walks into his males CEO’s office:

MM: Hey mate I need to take a week off I’m really struggling.

CEO: why?

MM: it’s personal

CEO: I’m your CEO your personal life takes a back burner to your leadership in the company.

MM: there are two other managers that can fill my spot.

CEO: one has legitimate medical certificate one is taking annual leave.

MM: to be honest it’s just a week I’ve trained my team well enough to take my role for a week.

CEO: you mean the old black man, the up and coming rainbow boy, or the 20 something piece of ass.

MM: no they’re my team they are just as qualified as I am.

CEO: mate you know black men die younger? I think he has a drinking problem what if Carks it?

MM: please don’t talk about him like that he taught me everything I know.

CEO: or the young guy with rainbows on his t-shirt and pictures of kissing another man on his desk? That bloke doesn’t know if he’s a man or a woman.

MM: please don’t talk about him like that he is dating one of my best mates.

CEO: and don’t you dare tell me that 20yo blonde bimbo is as qualified as you the only reason I let you hire her coz she’s got the person tit to arse ratio.

MM: breaks down in tears

CEO: oh for fucks sake man! Get your shit together. The only man who cries is a pussy.

MM: sir I need a week off please I’m so tired, my dog died this week and my wife’s pregnant and due soon, she’s throwing up every day and still being an amazing mum.

CEO: are you joking! your dog? Boy, I used to live on a farm we used to shoot animals for fun! What are you a fucking vegan!

MM: what about my wife?

CEO: pfft she’s got it easy I wish I could stay home all day and watch tv and do nothing.

MM: but she’s so sick and my toddler is really energetic and needs a lot of attention.

CEO: what kind of father are you? Kids should be seen and not heard, if you can’t get control then your a lazy father.

MM: but he has autism.

CEO: you know what autism is an excuse for bad parenting in my day we gave them kids the belt.

MM: the specialist said that could traumatize him.

CEO: Okay, but you still can’t take a week off.

MM: Can I apply for annual leave?

CEO: I need two weeks to notice, no

MM: sir I’m really not okay, I’m feeling overwhelmed and suicidal.

CEO: suicidal, you should man up it’s not like you fought in the war.

MM: please.

CEO: NO! You can either be grateful for everything I do for you or quit, you’re choice

MM: alright.

MM comes home.

WIFE: Ohh Hunny thank god you're home! Our toddler is in hysterics!

MM: alright I’ll watch a movie with him. Is it okay if I have a nap first?

WIFE: Are you kidding? You don’t know what tired is!

MM: Okay, Hunny.

MM calls his best freind.

BF: hey bro!

MM: dude I’m soo bloody tired my CEO dragged me through the coals today.

BF: you think that’s bad? My brother in law had his jaw broken on the weekend for getting drunk and starting a fight with a security guard at the club!

MM: the man he always gets so violent when he’s drunk.

BF: I know the man but it’s so funny! The dude looks like buzz lightyear! He got a concussion and looks like an old man who’s had a stroke! Man, you gotta see it I made a meme about it!

MM: hey man my wife’s calling out for help she can’t put her socks on because she’s so big now!

BF: Oh dude I’m so sorry her stomach will look like a deflated sack of potatoes, must be like trying to climb a mountain for sex.

MM: man let’s not get into lockerroom talk right now.

BF: dude you sound like a girl. You know if you just grab her buy the pussy and shove it in. That fix how tired you are. Once you're done sit down with a beer and wait for her to make you dinner.

MM: I’m really tired I gotta go.

BF: a man you’re no fun anymore know you’re connected to the ball and chain.

MM: okay man I’ve really gotta go.

BF: bro you’ve got no balls, stop being a snowflake.

MM: takes deep breathe let’s put sigh.

WIFE: oh Hunny you look so sick are you okay?

MM: I think I’m coming down something.

WIFE: alright I’ll make dinner lie down and rest.

MM: I think I need to quit my job.

WIFE: your CEO again?

MM: Yup.

WIFE: why do you let him treat like that?

MM: because I need to support you and the kids I don’t want to lose my job.

WIFE: do you want me to call him and say that our kids sick?

MM: DONT YOU THINK I TRIED THAT! JUST STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH! IM TIRED JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!

WIFE: okay hun go to bed you look sick and need a rest. I love you.

MM: love you too. I’m so tired.

Late that night MM goes to the liquor cabinet and drinks to try to sleep.

Feels overwhelmed sees the gun in the safe next to the cabinet.....

NEWSPAPER THE NEXT DAY

WIFE PUSHES GOOD BLOKE TO THE EDGE PREGNANT WOMAN FOUND DEAD WITH TODDLER IN ARMS.

CEO AND BESTFRIEND: He was the best bloke I knew I never saw it coming he never told me. She was yelling at him a lot lately I just didn’t think he would ever snap, it must have been a nasty fight. You see women abuse men too.

#men’s mental health #mental health #menshealth #unalive

[saragreenlittleflowers]

A couple of earthy vegan dishes I prepared in the last few days.

The first bowl is a dish called Pilaf. My housemate taught me how to make it. It’s quite simple and very nutritious. It was the first time I tried this dish and also the first time I had ever had bulgur, this very thick, rich grain that is brown. Melissa, my housemate, said it’s very high in proteins. The second bowl is lentils soup and tofu, plus a lot of fresh rosemary from my garden. A good bowl of lentils and tofu is ideal for iron and proteins. I need all of this, and I deserve it very much. There is something special in cooking good food for myself. I put a lot of love into the cooking process; I cut all the ingredients, I mix them, I let them steam or fry slowly, and while this happens I read something or write something far away from the kitchen. I wait for the good smell to reach me. It’s the comfortable feeling of self-love. It’s also very beautiful to look for always new ingredients, now that I am vegan. This lifestyle allows me to be active and never lazy about what I eat. It’s a very conscious cooking.  I am turning 26 in two months. It took me almost 26 years to understand how much I love myself, to acknowledge how much of a special person I am, to see all my past mistakes and to say: “It’s fine, you are good, always”. I see signs now, I read them; the universe has ways to let me know when it’s time to shift and welcome the new, fresh energies from out there, be it painful or not. I learnt to let go of things and people, for my sake. And I also learnt to cook so that I am strong in my battles.

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My lentils recipe, in case you wonder, it’s down here. It’s very easy, cheap and it’s a family-inherited recipe. Portions for 4 people, abundant. You can freeze it, too, and all the ingredients are easily found in any shop.

You need:

1 small/medium onion Olive oil Fresh herbs - sage, rosemary, bay leaves Green lentils 500g Water Vegetable stock cube

Process:

Get a large pot and add abundant olive oil - say 5 to 6 spoons*. Let it warm up in your pot and be careful not to wait too much, not more than 3 minutes. Separately, remove the skin from your onion and chop it finely.  When the oil is warm enough, move the onion inside and make sure that it’ll be sizzling and browning. Turn it often with a wooden spoon so that it won’t burn. When your chopped onion is smelling nice and it’s light brown, empty your lentils in the pot and mix them well with the oil and the onion. Let them rest for one minute. 

Add your herbs. I would stress the use of bay leaves, as these are the ones that are used traditionally in my culture to cook lentils - I am South Italian.

Get enough water to fill your lentils’ pot - cover them nicely. Here, add your vegetable stock cube. Add a lid to the pot and let them cook slowly. Turn the hob’s fire down to a slow flame. Remember that they will absorb the water very quickly, so check on them regularly, say every 7-10 minutes. Top up water when it’ll dry, you might have to do it different times. Turn them every time you check on them so that they won’t burn or stick. IMPORTANT! After around 40 minutes, empty your pot of lentils and clean the pot you just used with water, no soap. Meanwhile you can put the lentils in a bowl. At this point, fill the pot again with oil (as much as I mentioned above*) and once it’s warm enough move back the lentils. You should be able to hear the sizzling sound of the frying lentils and to see their juice boiling on the borders. That is a good sign! Add another bit of water and turn, let it cook a little bit more. This passage is absolutely important, it’s a trick that my mum taught me so that the consistency of the lentils is creamy and soft. At this point I usually use a mixer to make them even more “soupy”, but that’s all, really. It’s very simple, what I would call the “vegan paradise” :)  You can serve them with oven cooked tofu or, if you like, with vegetable sausages, on the side of your bowl. My favourites are these ones. I also usually eat them with oven baked bread.Enjoy.

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