#anywho there's no way in hell I'm allowing her to make me feel bad about the dress

[epithet-beloved]

I'm back invading your inbox because. Holy shit? You guys understand Slim so well oh my GOD?? I don't encounter many people that see Slim the way I do ohnmygoshdhhh

Anywho

I'm here to pester you for more dad figure Slim

Perhaps one where the reader gets beat up somehow?

Or maybe reader playfully roughhousing with him

Up to you!

synopsis…  protective fatherly slim !!

ft. california slim

tags… epithet erased spoilers, protectiveness, violence mentioned, allusion to murder

word count… 655

a/n… I AM GIGGLING KICKING MY LEGS I'M SO HAPPY THE PEOPLE LIKE THE WAY WE WRITE SLIM I spent so much time analyzing him it’s a little silly HAHA I'M SO HAPPYYY also protective slim ftw we love seeing it. I love him ✧ 🦇

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Oh I love writing protective Slim. This man would kill for you and it’s not even an exaggeration.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Especially if you share some sort of father/kid bond

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He hates seeing you hurt in general, and his instinct to protect is incredibly strong

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s good at treating wounds, he’s always had to treat his own, so you can count on him if you get hurt in any way.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And strangely enough, he seems to offer the right words of comfort if needed while he patches you up

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Now if someone hurts you, oh

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Oh

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Slim is Not gonna hold back; no one hurts his kid

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s not letting anything or anyone take away someone he loves again.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It's not hard to spot the absolute panic in his eyes as he finds you and looks over you, making sure none of your wounds are fatal and that nothing is broken.

“What the hell happened to you?!”

“Does it hurt? Who the hell did this to you? I’m going to kill them.”

“Don’t scare me like this ever again! Come on, I’ll get ya patched up.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪His panic is quick to turn into blind rage as he goes to face the people who hurt you (after he’s brought you to a safer spot, of course)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Don’t question him about what he’s done after he comes back with dark stains all over him and Hollywood Boulevard. He is not going to answer and just mumble how you’re more important right now. 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He doesn’t want to scare you, even if you know he’s doing all of it to protect you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 It still feels kind of weird for him to admit he cares so much about someone, it’s been… Hell, at least 13 years since he last felt such a need to protect someone. But he can’t help it. In a way, he missed the feeling of caring so much. You remind him of Her too much.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 And because of that, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he were to lose you.

“Ehy, don’t scare me like that ever again, okay kid? You’re lucky I was around to take care of ‘em, eh.” California Slim flashes you a toothy grin as he wraps a bandage around your bruised leg, and he’s surprisingly gentle in his movements as he does so; you still need to grow accustomed to how gently he tends to you, how his roughness seems to completely disappear, as if he’s afraid you’re going to break any second. “Also gave me a good excuse to let off some steam, I needed that- now dontcha sulk like that.” You had noticed that, in his instinct to protect you, he’s gotten some bad bruises himself. So he quickly pinches your cheek, hoping to get at least a small giggle out of you. “I gotta teach ya how to protect yourself- I’m the only one allowed to beat ya in a fight! Ha!” He snorts as he hears Alcatraz loudly complain at him for his choice of wording. You can’t help but laugh along with Slim. Poor Al.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 His way of teaching you “how to protect yourself” is also honestly an excuse to play fight with you. He likes it, and you actually learn a lot from him.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 If instead of getting hurt in a fight you get hurt in another way, then he just gets an instinct to tend to you and protect you until you feel better. Can’t walk? He’s carrying you in his back. He’s stronger than he looks.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Even if he’s badly hurt himself. He doesn’t care about his situation. You’re more important. He can pass out later, he has you to tend to first, even if Alcatraz is begging him to rest for even a second.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 He’s a little self destructive, but he thinks it’s worth it when it comes to you.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 You’re his kid, after all. He has a duty to keep up.

#🦇's writings #𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 request ! #anime campaign #anime campaign x reader #epithet erased spoilers #anime campaign imagines #california slim x reader #california slim imagines #california slim #ee spoilers

[agent-murica]

That dress is super cute!

AHSJKA, THANK YOU, ANON!!

As soon as my eyes laid upon it I knew it was the dress. I love it so much and I just want it to be June so that I can go to Prom because I want to wear it n o w.

#I'm showing off the dress because I love it so much #on the media's where people from my school can't see it yet #my friend who took the picture sent it into the female groupchat #and there's this one bitch- I don't even have her saved as a contact- said the dress was cute #but thought that I should go with a dress that literally hugs my body to show off my curves #and I'm like 'uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh no??????????' #and when I ignored her comment she got insulted because she called it a compliment like what??? #I do not want you talking about my body- I don't like anyone talking about my body shape???? #anywho there's no way in hell I'm allowing her to make me feel bad about the dress #because I love it so much #ok I derailed so hard- I love you anon you make my heart uwu #ask #anonymous

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part three] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A man is murdered and things get interesting as the investigation starts. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,981 words

note: no smut in this one hehe, but things are gonna get fun. enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Hey... are you okay?" Kenji asked me a few days later, noticing the scowl on my face and realizing that I had been tapping my nail on my desk repeatedly for the last fifteen minutes. "You seem... pissed?"

I grunted, closing my eyes and slowly taking a deep breath. "I'm okay, Kenji. Just having a bad day." The others shared looks with each other, but chose not to pry. The frown on my face never left, my fists clenched as my blood continued to boil.

Then that all went away, when I felt a gentle hand against the back of my neck. I looked over at Dazai, who had lazily rolled himself in his chair over to me. He grinned. "I could see the steam coming from your ears!"

His hand never left my neck, moving until his fingers loosely wrapped around the column of my throat. Strangely enough, my anger had completely gone away when he touched me, and it felt nice to finally breathe. "With the day I'm having..." I sighed, the whole world seemingly melting away, Dazai's thumb stroking along my jaw.

Kunikida was clearly unimpressed, the man gritting his teeth. Atsushi looked shocked, his face tinged red while Ranpo and Kenji just touched their own necks gently.

"Does she like to get choked?"

"Who knows, man."

"Hey, I know what will make you feel better," Dazai suggested and I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in and would have kissed me if it weren't for a book smacking right into the side of Dazai's head.

"Do that on your own time! We have a schedule!" Kunikida fumed while I quickly turned around to cover my face, simply to muffle down my obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, dude!"

"Kunikida! What was that for!"

"Public indecency!"

Dazai rubbed his head, whining from the pain while I just giggled behind my hands. Dazai almost looked betrayed at me laughing at him and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, that's what you get for trying to play grab ass."

I purposely ignored Dazai's pouty face for the rest of the day, the man clearly upset that he didn't get to kiss me. I shook my head, glaring at him from across the office while threateningly pointing my pen at him.

"Work, dammit."

"I don't wanna! Bella, don't be so mean!"

I fixed him another glare before going back to my work, finishing up the final report for the last case we were on. After going through and making sure it was perfect, I saved and emailed it to the President, just as the door to the office slammed opened.

"He's gone!"

"Keiko?! What the he- Keiko, what's wrong?"

I stood up from my desk, my best friend standing before me in a frazzled state. She looked extremely distressed, tears falling down her face. I rushed to her, the woman collapsing into my arms as we both fell to our knees.

"He's gone!" she exclaimed before she started to sob into my chest. "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!"

"Keiko..." I looked up at the others with wide eyes, them looking on with alarm. I turned back to Keiko, rubbing on her back as she continued to sob.

Taichi was killed. He was found in an alleyway with multiple stab wounds. Keiko had received a call from the police after his identity was discovered, the detectives revealing the tragic news to her.

"I'm so sorry, Keiko..." I said to her softly, sitting with her in one of the small areas of the office, separated by simple dividers. "... how the hell did this happen? We just saw him last night when he dropped you off at my place..."

Keiko had finished crying, but the terrible sadness in her eyes was a clear indication of how devastated she was. I clenched my fists, feeling my anger from earlier building up again.

"I'm going to have to make my statement," Keiko said softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to go with you to the station?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No... it's okay..."

"The thing is, you are also one of the last people to see him alive," Kunikida spoke up, standing by with Dazai and Atsushi. "You'll have to give your account too..."

Sighing deeply, I absentmindedly reached under my skirt, pausing when I didn't feel my knife against my thigh where it usually was. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head to myself before I went back to rubbing on Keiko's back in an attempt to comfort her.

Soon, Keiko and I left the Agency and headed on over to the police station. We gave our accounts of the night before when we last saw Taichi, us talking separately with a different agent.

"Now you know, Mr. Kamiya was in the Port Mafia," the agent said and I nodded. "And they have quite a bit of history with your little organization."

I didn't like the condescending tone in his voice, but I kept my cool. "Of course, but none of us have anything to do with this man's murder, and you have no evidence proving otherwise."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Well, this is all we need. You're free to go."

I nodded before quietly making my way out of the interview room. I met with Keiko, who looked like she had been crying again and I pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's okay. This will be over soon."

Later on, I found myself back at the Agency, Keiko choosing to go home, despite my protests. My head was buried in my arms, not moving as I felt someone put their hand on my head, lightly scratching my scalp.

"Looks like the police will keep on investigating Taichi's murder," Dazai said and I peeked one eye out to find him leaning against my desk. "Thing is, I'm sure the Port Mafia will also be conducting their own investigation. Ohh, this is gonna get interesting~"

"So is it better if we stay out of this, then?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, unless we're asked... we don't have to touch this."

Dazai regarded me for a moment, a mysterious smile growing on his face before he just threw his hands up nonchalantly. "I get it, you were friends with the guy."

"Not really," I corrected him immediately. "Keiko is my friend."

"Ohhhhh," Dazai just hummed, tapping his forefinger on his chin. "Well anywho, the police are gonna have their hands full if the Port Mafia really gets involved! It wouldn't hurt to help, right?"

I hesitated, a small smile soon growing on my face as I nodded. "Sure. Let's start tomorrow."

"How about tonight instead?!" Dazai asked with a cheerful smile while I just glared at him angrily, the two of us now standing in the middle of the crime scene.

"Why do I even bother believing a word you say?" I hissed at him, attempting to kick the man but he quickly side stepped me. I gritted my teeth. "Ugh, plus it's already dark, Dazai. It's gonna be harder to find any evidence." Indeed, the only light we were getting was from the full moon up ahead, and the shitty lights above the side door of one of the buildings. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Dazai simply nodded his head. "Of course, we were assigned to this case, afterall."

"... you told me the police were keeping it," I said, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Was he serious?!

Dazai just smiled and threw his hands up. "Guess I was mistaken," he hummed and I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples.

"Okay so... what now?" I asked, finally looking around the crime scene. It was obviously taped off and Taichi's body was removed. All there was left was a giant stain of blood, which I now looked at with a worried face.

"Just by the nature of the crime alone, we can easily say it was a crime of passion. If this was a local gang or rival, he would have been shot, or even jumped and beaten to death. Official word is, he was stabbed over sixty times," Dazai explained, standing beside me and staring at the blood. "There is no sign of the murder weapon, no other physical evidence besides Taichi's dead body and blood. We'll have to wait for forensics to give us their final word, but I can tell... this might not be so easy to crack."

I nodded solemnly, my fists clenched tightly.

"Or... will it?"

I took in a deep breath before turning and sending Dazai a sheepish smile. "Well, we got our work cut out for us, huh."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun."

"So Dazai," I started, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have a question."

"I may have an answer."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Silence followed after my question and I turned to look at the man. His hands were in his pockets, a weird smile on his face. "I have. Quite a few."

For some reason, the answer didn't shock me as much as it probably should. "How do you sleep at night?"

More silence, before Dazai stood before me. I looked up at him, heart thudding when I saw that same dim look in his eyes. His lips curled up and he leaned in, making me hold my breath as he whispered.

"Like a baby."

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes going wide. I licked my lips nervously, nodding my head slowly. "I see..." Just... wow.

"You know, I could have gone without seeing your ugly face, Dazai."

A look of distaste grew on Dazai's face as the newcomer came sauntering up to us. He wore black, a familiar hat resting upon a familiar head of red hair. Blue eyes stared daggers into my coworker, mouth curled into a displeased snarl.

"Ah, Chuuya! It is a small world, after all," Dazai sang, the glare in his eyes not meeting the jovial tone of his voice.

Chuuya scoffed. "I thought you'd be fucking dead by now, but of course, you always love to piss me off."

"'Cause it's so much fun!"

The two men clearly didn't like each other, but that was the least of my concerns. All I could do was stare at Chuuya in shock. Of course, Taichi was one of his subordinates, he would want to find out who his killer was and get retribution. That was just how the Port Mafia worked.

I gulped, carefully trying to back away from the two. They could stand there and bicker with each other all they want. I had to get out of here before-

"Oh wait, meet my new friend!" Dazai wrapped his arm around my neck, wrestling me to his side effortlessly as I tried to break free. He knew I was trying to escape and made sure that didn't happen.

"Hey, let me go!" I hissed, not pleased with being pulled into a damn chokehold.

"Not until you meet my old friend!"

Chuuya growled. "We're not friends, damn traitor!"

Traitor? I grew confused, eyebrows pinched even as I fought against Dazai's hold. Chuuya narrowed his eyes when he finally got a good look at me.

"Hey... do I know you?"

Crap. "Uh..." I laughed sheepishly, Dazai now confused as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

"You know each other?"

"W-well..."

"We met a few months ago," Chuuya spoke up, his eyes widening in realization before his eyes narrowed and he snarled.  "Knew you couldn't be trusted."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, making it out of Dazai's hold and holding my hands up to Chuuya. "I swear... I didn't even know about the ADA when we met. It was just as I said that night, I lost my job and was there to drink my pain away."

"Tch," Chuuya sounded, his eyes still narrowed. "And now you work with this traitorous bastard. Lucky you."

There was that word again.

"What do you mean by traitor?" I asked, at the same time Dazai spoke up.

"How the hell do you two know each other?"

Chuuya scoffed. "I fucked her."

I squeaked, Dazai's eyebrows raising.

"Interesting. I'm fucking her too."

I squeaked again, waving my hands wildly before either man could respond. "D-don't we have a murder to solve, huh?!"

It fell on deaf ears, the two men staring each other down, all before their eyes were on me and my trembling form.

"You know... I feel like we've been here before, Chuuya."

Said man snorted. "When you fucked my girls?"

"Like you haven't fucked mine?"

Okay, now I was confused. "Um... I don't understand..."

"Oh yeah!" Dazai exclaimed a bit too cheerfully, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, earning a withering glare. "Chuuya and I go way back. Were the best of friends."

"No we weren't."

"We were partners! The best there was!"

"... tch."

Partners? What the hell did Dazai mean by partners? I looked between the two men, lips formed in a thin line. Then, the answer struck and my mouth fell open in shock. There was no fucking way... Dazai? I swallowed thickly, shaking my head for this was not the time or place to be thinking about this.

"Okay... I can only imagine just how deep this shit goes," I started, the men looking at me curiously. "But we have a murder to solve. Whatever... this," I gestured my hand between the two of them. "Is... it can wait. Y'all can make out or whatever later."

That was my attempt at breaking whatever tension there was, but I was the only one cackling when Dazai and Chuuya immediately protested.

"I will kill you!"

"That is not funny, bella!"

"Ugggh, I don't have the time for this. I should have known that the ADA would be investigating this, and that just pisses me off. You two should just stay out of my way," Chuuya said, hands in his coat pocket. "Though you... word is that you were one of the lasts who saw Taichi alive."

My heart dropped when Chuuya looked at me and I frowned. "And I told the police that I saw him when he dropped Keiko off at my apartment. There are cameras in the lobby that will show that I never left the apartment. We even ordered food in."

"Fuck. And there is no other evidence right now. No weapon, no hints of DNA. It's like the killer just vanished," Chuuya said to himself and I glanced at Dazai, seeing the amused look on his face.

"What if it was an ability user?" Dazai suggested. Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Dazai taunted the red head, quickly ducking when Chuuya swung his foot in a wide kick. Dazai didn't get hit, but the wall behind him took the damage, large cracks forming on the surface. I swallowed thickly. Just how strong was Chuuya?

"H-hey," I started nervously, foolishly getting between the two men before they could start a fight. "We're after the same goal, right? Why don't we just... work together?" The fierce glares I got made me shrink. "O-o-or! Or not! That's fine! Just don't fight!"

"Bella is right... fighting is so beneath me," Dazai said wistfully and I sighed deeply.

"Dazai, I'm being serious. This man was my best friend's boyfriend. I want to find his killer too."

"Just stay out of it," Chuuya growled. "This has nothing to do with either of you. The Port Mafia will handle this."

"Let's make it a race then." Both Chuuya and I were dumbfounded as we looked at Dazai, waiting for him to continue. "A competition to see who figures this out, the ADA or the Port Mafia."

"Dazai... what the hell?" I asked in disbelief, Chuuya stepped closer to him.

"What's the prize?"

Dazai smirked, raising a bandaged hand and pointing right to me. "Our bella."

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"No," Dazai answered rather seriously. "I'm not."

Chuuya is strangely quiet, his unreadable eyes now trained on me. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking away to find Dazai staring at me all the same. I shivered. I hated this; hated being part of such a stupid competition as a prize, and I hated that I fucking loved it. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Deal," Chuuya finally said and I gasped when I felt his familiar leather clad fingers cup my face, him moving my head to make me look at him. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad our paths have crossed a second time." I became extremely flustered and Chuuya smirked. "Tell me, Dazai. What was it like having my sloppy seconds?"

I gasped sharply with Dazai only laughing darkly, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. "Can't say it was too bad..." he answered and I just completely clocked out, breath hitching as I felt a bit embarrassed. And turned on. They knew exactly what to say to get me riled up.

"Okay, I'm leaving! It's late and I still haven't eaten dinner yet! Bye!" I was frantic trying to rush away from them as fast as I could. I didn't even turn back when Dazai called after me.

"See you tomorrow, bella!" Dazai chuckled softly, watching me disappear, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"A race? Really?" Chuuya asked incredulously, eyes piercing as he stared at his old partner.

"It will just make this all the more fun," Dazai hummed.

"You're a bastard," Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just stay out of my way. Taichi getting himself killed just ruined the investigation we had on him."

"Oh?" Dazai raised his eyebrows, amused. "Was he being a naughty boy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai."

-End

I have this headcanon that Dazai and Chuuya definitely stole each other's girls and even shared them and had threesomes when they were partners and ya'll CANNOT tell me otherwise.

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #bsd smut #this case isnt gonna get too insane bc i just write a detailed investigation lmfao #im trying ok this is just lots of smut with a lil plot to make it juicy #anyway I hope you enjoy lol

[notjustanotherruka]

National Coming Out Day

Written October 11th, 2017

30 years ago today, there was a march on Washington, DC, consisting of gay/queer activists wanting to make issues and awareness known. The biggest march, with the highest attendance, and the largest scope, ever. Wowza. Kind of a big deal... and by "kinda", I mean "holy shit". 😧 I've also come to realize that quite a few of the LGBTQ and supporters as a whole don't know that information about this day. I've read a lot of posts and articles already today about people's coming out stories, being proud of being out, supporting those around them - their hope, struggles, pride, and individualism... I've also read a handful of storys about why this day shouldn't exist. A couple were hard to read; a couple resonated with me. I went for a run, thought it over, and I decided I wanted to share a memory. A little story, if you will.

My prequel coming out story. And why this day is important.

What the hell is a coming out story? The first time you have realization of how your mind and body might operate differently from those around you? Finally putting a label on it? Kissing your first same-sex person? Dating? Telling someone how you identify for the first time? Sex? //gooood lawd, already I have like... 15 coming out stories. 😂 Ain't nobody got time for that right now. I'll just pick one, thanks. //

1999. I was 11? 12. Whatever, math is hard. Sixth grade. Band nerd, choir nerd, bookworm, teachers pet, student council prez, avid Pokémon and Magic the Gathering player, Nintendo fiend. I was the kid who liked everyone, and everyone liked me. I wasn't super close with a ton of people, but I was easy to be around and I think other kids liked that. I also knew I didn't like boys; I'd known that for a long time. Still, I didn't think that meant anything other than books>boys. //lemme preface that I still feel that way, only it's books>most people bc well, people are silly sometimes. Books are forever. // Anywho, I got in my head that there was something I longed for. Dreamed about. Gushed over, and fantasized about. I couldn't stop. I couldn't get it out of my head, and when I finally got the point where I couldn't take it anymore, I decided I had to tell my mom.

I wanted a perm.

I wanted a perm so bad. SO BAD. I could smell the perm smell. I could feel those curly, dark locks and I could picture the cute looks I was going to rock so hard. I wanted somewhere between Jessi Spano of Saved By the Bell and Janet Jackson's Relvet Rope album cover, and damn it, nothing was going to stop me. My mother wasn't so optimistic. Whatever. I begged. I begged better than anyone had, or has since, ever begged in the history of time itself. And FINALLY... I got my appointment. YAS.

You guys. It. Was.

Amazing.

I strutted outta that salon feeling like four weeks of allowance. It was perfect. My hair was so long that after the perm, the curls fell right at the middle of my back, and the lady had even made them cute and crunchy for me. // you know what I'm talking about. Like, crunchy. You know. // I went home knowing I was going to need to set aside at least four hours to decide what I was going to wear the next day. My mom took my picture on the back deck, and I'm not kidding - I seriously considered ruining the rest of the 110mm film in the roll so that I could go to walmart and have them developed. // Eh, hindsight is 20/20. It would have taken 5 days to get them back. It's film, people. // I was on cloud 9 when my head hit the pillow that night. I'm pretty sure I WAS Jessi in my dreams. Tomorrow was going to be Glorious.

Morning sun. Outfit selected. Towel in hand. Shower. Smiling in the mirror as I got ready to make these curls as cool as I felt. I'll just give them a good brush, and... ...the brush didn't move. 😐 I couldn't even get my fingers through it. I started to sweat. My super thick, super long, super dark, gorgeous hair was now a bird's wet dream for house building. Fudge. //jsyk, my 6th grade self was totally saying fuck over and over again. Also, again hindsight is 20/20, and go figure... maaaaybe my mom wasn't wrong. Notice how I didn't say she was right, buuuut. You know. Moms. //

So the perm was a disaster. Of course it was. My solution for the next six months ended up being massive amounts of Biologe conditioner, and then leaving in the Biologe conditioner. // notice how I didn't say I used 'leave-in' conditioner; I literally LEFT IN the conditioner. Whatever. It worked. And I got the crunchy look without a ton of other products. Win/win? 🙄// Anywho, six long months of that bullshit until finally my hair had grown out enough that I could think about getting it cut and starting over. Mom helped me make the appointment, and the locks ended up being gone. Phew. Sweet, sweet relief.

I'd never had hair that short. My sister had, bc she played soccer and it was just easier for her to have that cute, sports girl hair. I had always had super long hair. Always. It took me a few minutes to decide whether I wanted to cry or celebrate the liberation of my neck and scalp. I decided to celebrate. Short hair was pretty cool. School was different too. Everyone we so surprised, but responded really well! I had a hang out date with my best guy friend after school too, so hey - it ended being a good first day of short hair!

I walked to my friends house. I hadn't had time to hang with him all day. He was an eighth grader, so you know, life's busy when you're old. Finally got to his house, tossed down my bag, and sat on the steps how we always sat. We started talking, and he stopped all of a sudden. With a quizzical look, he stated, "Seriously, your hair kinda makes you look like a dike."

I punched him. Square in the nose. Blood everywhere. I didn't even know what that meant, but I didn't like how it felt or the way he said it. I didn't even grab my bag, i just started stomping home. Fuming and crying, I don't even really remember the mile long walk. My dad was sitting in his chair when I got home, and he asked what was wrong. I didn't answer, but he saw the blood on my hand and asked if I was ok. I told him someone had called me a name and I punched him for it. My dad tried not to laugh and said that wasn't nice to call me names, and he was glad I stood up for myself... but maybe not to punch people. Fine. I needed to get outta this convo to get to the computer anyway.

Dike : something about water and a wall or spillway or the sea... what the hecks. Yikes, maybe I shouldn't have punched him. Why the hell did he call me this? Next search : Dike hair. Huh. // ...much like my mother, this kid ALSO hadn't been wrong. My hair was this hair. But the spelling was off. Dyke. Also, the word 'lesbian' kept coming up. //

Next search. Lesbian. Women who like and date other women. // lezbehonest, there were OTHER sites that popped up too, but I knew better than to click on them. #goodkid // Women who date women. Girls who like girls. Girls who don't like boys like that. Omg. This... this made sense. It explained why I had such a crush on my third grade teacher. It made sense why I liked playing Pokémon with my girl friend versus my guy friend. It made sense why I had ZERO inclination to ever KISS a boy. The thought wasn't gross. It was WRONG. UGH. //keep in mind, I was 11. These are the things I remember vividly as the connecting pieces to finally having a name to call my feelings. I can already hear someone ripping this to shreds about how these aren't true indications of human sexuality, blah blah blah... whatever. Go die grumpy about it; this is my story. //

I felt enlightenment. I felt clarity. I felt like I was ok. I could be ok. There were other people like me that didn't like boys, and they were older, so that means maybe if I still don't like boys later... I can like girls. And it can be ok. That was the first time ever feeling that way.

It's October 11, 2017. 30 years ago, a lot of really cool people marched, and one direct effect it had on me was this: I could be told I looked like a dyke. I could research what that was. I could find answers and clarity and not feel alone. They marched for awareness and rights, and bc of that, information was made available to me. My story is part of their story, and it helped mold my Coming Out Story, Vol. 1.

Pretty fucking cool. Also, you never know what might happen as aftermath of an action, so maybe just...

get the perm. ✌🏼

#nationalcomingoutday gay queer comingoutstory out

[devereauxsdisease]

Considering that you're taking prompts *heart eyes* A while ago I saw a drawing of hannibalssketchbook where Adam, while Nigel is "sleeping", is checking his (how can I put this) "space rocket" (I'm terrible, I know ahaha) Pleeeease ♡♡♡♡

Hi Anon!

It’s been roughly 7,000 years since you sent me this request. I’m so immensely sorry. Anywho, I think @hannibalssketchbook pretty much filled your prompt perfectly…so I put a little spin on it. Hope you don’t mind. For Science!          

         Nigel smiledwhen he heard the four precise knocks on his door. Adam was home early. Histiny neighbor had been on a date with a pretty piece of trim with a snottyattitude. Sure, Beth wasn’t his speed, but Adam certainly was. 

         Nigel had happily leaped at theopportunity to help Adam practice for his date. They had dinner together,practiced holding hands, tried out different conversation topics. Hell, Nigeleven gave Adam a few good lines that usually worked on the girls down at theclub. 

         Darko had called him Cyrano deFucking Bergerac and laughed at Nigel’s pathetic crush. But fuck it, if hecould make Adam happy and get a few pretend dates with him, he wasn’t hurtinganybody…right?

          “Hi gorgeous,how’d it go with whatsherface?” 

         “Nigel, may Isee your penis, please?” Adam walked past Nigel to settle on the sofa, backstraight, attention focused on Nigel. “Oh, and her name is Beth.” 

         Nigelblinked. He blinked again. This was incredibly close to the scenario he’djacked off to last night, but he had been so sure he wasn’t dreaming a minuteago. 

          “Nigel? Nigel,you dropped your beer.”

           Nigel lookeddown to his feet. There was indeed beer pooling around his boots, but he couldn’tbe fucked to move at this moment.

           Suddenly, asoft hand was on Nigel’s face and he was re-directed to the wide blue eyes hethought about every night before he fell asleep.         

         “Nigel? Areyou OK? I don’t think it went well with Beth tonight.”               

          Nigel madenoise. It was the best he could fucking do.

          “Beth said wewouldn’t be sexually compatible,” Adam continued as he bustled about Nigel’sapartment, returning with paper towels to clean up the mess at Nigel’s feet. “Shesaid she preferred uncircumcised men. I told her I was circumcised and she saidthat in American protestant men it was a symbol of sexual sadism meant to denymen pleasure when they masturbated. I told her I orgasm regularly when Imasturbate, and feel pleasure when my penis is stimulated, but she said thatthere was a differen-”

          Nigel wavedhis hands in the air, shaking his head to clear it.

          “So, why doyou need to see my cock?”

          Adam cockedhis head slightly, brows furrowed. “You’re nearly fifty and grew up in alargely Catholic European nation. Statistically, you’re likely uncircumcised.”

          Adam paused,moving back to his spot on the sofa. “If you’re circumcised it’s OK, you don’thave to show me.”

          “Gorgeous,cut or uncut, that bitch had no right to make you feel bad about your cock.” Nigelsat next to Adam, running a hand through his hair. He wanted to make sure hisAdam wasn’t feeling anxious, then maybe go find that Beth bitch and strangleher.

          “Well, I just thought if I examined yoursI could understand what the difference would be. Obviously, you have a foreskin,but I’m not sure what kind of difference that would make during sexual acts.Does it feel better during penetration?” Adam frowned, his hands began to tapon his thighs. Nigel recognized the nervous stimming practice and it made himache. “Perhaps there is a way to make up for my deficiencies? I tried Googling,but there’s a surprising amount of fetish sites that offer no helpfulinformation.”

          Nigel gentlytook Adam’s hand, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles. He smiled when he feltAdam relax.

          “Darling,there is nothing wrong with your cock.”

          “How do youknow?” Adam challenged. “You’ve never seen it.”

          Oh Christ, he was going to hell.

          Nigel swallowedbefore looking at him with what he hoped was an innocent expression.

           “I could takea look, if you’re concerned, gorgeous.”

           Adam squintedat Nigel’s hand before turning away, his ears flushed pink at the tips.

           “I don’tthink that’s appropriate.”

           Nigel droppedAdam’s hand, his heart hammering. “Oh, oh darling, I’m so sorry. I didn’t meanto-”          

         “I shouldn’thave asked you. It was wrong.” Adam tried to get up. “I’m making you uncomfortable.I’ll go.” 

         “Stop.”Nigel snatched Adam’s wrist andpulled him back to the cushions. “Darling, why do you think I’muncomfortable?” 

         Adam shook his head. “This wouldn’tbe a good experiment. I need to find an uncircumcised man I’m not attracted to.That’s the only way to properly study the differences. I’m sorry, Nigel. Ishould go.”

         Nigel shot out his hand, holding upa finger to silently beg Adam to give him a fucking minute. Nigel closed hiseyes for a moment and replayed what Adam said. Then he replayed it again, justto be sure. Finally, he opened his eyes. 

         “So…what you’re fucking telling meis…fuck, hold on,” Nigel shook hishead. “Ok darling, so here’s what I’m fucking hearing – You’re interested inuncircumcised cock for science, but you’re interested in my cock for personalreasons. Is that…is that what you’re fucking telling me?”

         “I find you sexually arousing,”Adam confirmed with a nod. He was still blushing and his fingers had gone backto their frenetic taps on his thighs. “Harlan said it was ok to be friends withpeople you found arousing, as long as you didn’t make them uncomfortable. Also,I think it’s a violation of the scientific method to be attracted to yoursubject. My observations would likely be flawed.” 

         Nigel slid his hand under Adam’s,tangling their fingers together. He brought Adam’s hand to his lips and kissedit reverently. “I’ll tell you what, gorgeous.”Nigel pressed a few quick kisses to Adam’s knuckles. “If you promise me you’regoing to be checking out my cock because it makes you hard, and science isn’tinvolved, I’ll drop trou right now and you can do whatever the fuck you want toit, darling.”

         “You- you don’t mind that I findyou sexually arousing?” Adam’s fingers clenched in Nigel’s hand. 

         “Gorgeous, my fucking jeans aren’ttented because of my fucking foreskin, I promise.” 

         Adam smiled. “I wish I had knownbefore I went out with Beth. You’re much better at conversing than she is.”

         “I’ve got a better cock, too.” 

         Adam paused, then huffed a laugh. “You’reteasing.”

         “Just a little, darling,” Nigelused Adam’s hand to reel the younger man closer, until he had to settle his freehand on Nigel’s chest to keep his balance. “So, Adam, what do you think? Wantto study me a little closer?” 

         Adam leaned in and took Nigel’smouth, licking past Nigel’s surprised gasp. Nigel felt Adam cradle the back ofhis neck with a soft hand, deepening the kiss. Nigel felt the conflictingdesire to thank and kill whoever taught Adam to move his tongue that way. WhenAdam pulled back, he licked his lips and smiled while Nigel struggled to catchhis breath. 

         “Gorgeous, do you have mirrors inyour pants? Because I can see myself in them.” Adam’s delivery was flat, but he raised his brow just like Nigel taught him.

         Nigel burst out a short, surprisedlaugh, cupping Adam’s jaw. “Did you just use my own fucking line on me, youlittle shit?” 

         Adam smiled. “You said it alwaysworked!”

         Nigel leaned back, wriggling a handbetween their bodies and popping the button on his jeans. “Well, look at that –it did.” 

         Adam trailed his hand downNigel’s chest. Nigel froze, watching as Adam’s fingers scratched lightly overhis stomach, pausing over his zipper. “May I?”

         “Please. Fuck, please baby.” 

         Adam carefully unzipped Nigel’sfly, biting his lip as he worked it down. With a small gasp, Adam looked up,meeting Nigel’s eyes. “You don’t wear underwear?”

         “No.” Nigel felt drunk. It was allhe could do not to dive for the kid and pin him to the couch. “That a problem?”

         “You should probably do laundrymore frequently.” Adam pushed at the jeans until Nigel lifted his hips andshimmied out of them. “I’ll come get you when I go to do mine.”          

         “Huh…yeah…fine,gorgeous just, yeah.”           

         Adam leaneddown, running a finger along the underside of Nigel’s shaft. “It looks nice, Ithink the foreskin makes your penis look streamlined.”

         Nigel chokedon his tongue. This fucking kid was going to kill him, but damned if he wouldn’tdie with a smile on his face.           

         Gently, Adamtraced where the wet head poked out before pushing the skin down fully. “I’veread about this, but it’s very different to see it in person. You’re already sowet.”          

         “A-Adam,darling.”           

         Adam lookedup, eyes worried. “Oh, does that not feel good?”          

         Nigel’s mouthfelt dry, his hips started thrusting up into Adam’s slack fingers. “M-more,gorgeous, please.”          

         Adam grinned and wrapped his hand around Nigel’s cock. He watched, fascinated as each pumpmoved the foreskin up and down. “This does feel a little different than when Iuse my hands on myself.”          

         Adam paused,licking his hand, before resuming his attentions. Nigel’s head fell back to thesofa, he couldn’t possibly hold it up anymore. “I always think this feelsbetter when my hand is wet, don’t you?”          

         Nigel moanedand grabbed for Adam, snagging his fingers into the kid’s hair and dragging himup for a sloppy kiss. “I’m fucking close, gorgeous.”          

         Adam kissedhim again, plundering Nigel’s mouth before leaning back and redoubling hisefforts. Using his free hand, Adam cupped Nigel’s balls, rolling them betweenhis fingers lightly before giving them a gentle tug. Nigel came with a cry, hipsshoving into Adam’s hand as his back arched.           

         When Nigel’sbrain allowed him to move, Nigel lurched his head forward and watched as Adamtried to clean them both up with a pocket packet of tissues. Adam looked up, alittle frown on his face. “I think foreskin might make this messier.”           

         Nigel tiltedhis head, taking in Adam’s badly tented pants. “You ever been blown in theshower, gorgeous?”          

         Adam shookhis head. “No, but I do enjoy masturbating there.”          

         Nigel kickedhis jeans off and moved to his feet. “Well, then, darling, looks like we haveyour next fucking scientific experiment.”           

         “What?”          

         Adam let outa little yelp when Nigel threw him over his shoulder, marching bare-assedtoward the shower, his dog shirt flapping in Adam’s face.

                                                 -XXX-          

         “I’m reallyfucking glad you wanted to see my cock tonight, gorgeous.” Nigel adjusted Adam untilhe was laying across his chest. “Remind me to write Becky a thank you note.”          

         “Her name isBeth,” Adam corrected, yawning. He settled back on Nigel’s chest with a smile. “I’mglad I asked too. And I’m glad Darko turned me down.”          

         “What?” Nigeltried to keep his voice steady, but it was difficult when he was imagining waysto snap his best friend’s neck.           

         “Darko. I sawhim in the stairwell as I was coming home. I asked him first, since I’m notattracted to him. I thought it would be more clinical and helpful to my query.”Adam lifted his head to smile at Nigel. “But he said I should go ask you.”          

         Nigel nodded,letting Adam nuzzle back into his chest. When the boy’s breathing evened out,Nigel reached for his phone. One unread text message flashed on the screen:           

Darko 9:45PM          You owe me so fucking big, fucker.          

         Nigel smiled,deleting the text and wrapping his arms back around Adam. 

#fic #Spacedogs #Adam has a question #It may kill Nigel #Show me your dick #For science! #Adam and Nigel #Hannibal Au #Hannibal

[drarrygirl27]

Thanks for the tag, @unsealingkale !

1. what does your name mean / mean to you?

Oh wow! I learned something new about my name. It is a Hindi boy name meaning, Center. I'm used to reading it meaning things like knowledge, wise, understanding, and water baby. This is very interesting!

I used to hate my first name years ago, but honestly I really used to hate myself for many reasons for many years. I now love my first name as much as I love my middle name. My last name is pretty cool. I used to want to change it to my biological last name, but now it ties me to both my grandma (She got remarried when my dad and his brother were in their teen years. The man she remarried, she had 3 of my uncles with, 2 are still alive.) and my dad so I'm going to keep it for a little while longer. My dad has another brother who I keep in contact with with my biological last name. They found each other through Facebook years and years ago.

2. breakfast, lunch or dinner?

Breakfast because breakfast is the bomb! That is my favorite kind of food, day or night. I do eat lunch and dinner too, but breakfast food will always have my heart.

3. what are you proud of?

I am proud of how far I actually have come in my life. There were times where I literally wanted to just let things be even when it was bad for me to do so, but I still eventually found the courage to leave when I knew that in my heart of hearts that I needed to for the good of my overall well being. I have had to do that a good bit of times in my life and despite how some of it hurt me really bad to do so emotionally and sometimes mentally even, I knew that I just had to do it because if I would have stayed in some if not most of those situations, I wouldn't be where I am now.

I don't have the best job in the world right now and things have been really hard especially with this crazy ass situation going on, but I am so much happier in so many ways than I was 3 years ago and years before that even. I have grown a lot in many ways. I have the Army to thank for that at least partly. That place pushed me to my limits in so many ways that I had no choice, but to see that I really, really needed to change in some ways if I was ever going to get anywhere in life in the Civilian world. It was what I like to call a necessary hell.

4. your go to song on a bad day?

Not sure if this counts, but when I get scared or anxious about something, I listen to "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins. It feels like he is singing it to me in a way. It sounds crazy I know, but I have loved this song for many years and overtime it just became a really good comforting song for me.

5. have / want tattoos

I don't have tattoos and I don't think I will ever get a tattoo. I don't like needles. I'm not as bad as my mom with them, but I still don't like the way they feel and I wouldn't know what to get anyway.

6. what are you looking forward to post ‘rona?

To go to places without having to wear a mask like the movies and the mall for instance. They drive me nuts! I wear them for work and when I go into stores. At home, I stay mask free because no one has the 'rona in the house because we all wear masks when we go out some where like work places and the like.

7. fave place you’ve travelled to / where you would like to travel to?

Lost Maples Natural State Area in Texas, hands down! It is a gorgeous place with mountains with hiking trails and beautiful unbelievably crystal clear water.

North Carolina. I need to pay respects to my grandma and if it is allowed I am thinking about spreading my dad's ashes on her grave as well. I was in the Army when she died. I was offered to go back home because of it, but I knew my grandma would have wanted me to keep going and so I did.

8. name a personal object in your room that you love

My grandma's and Daddi-o's memorial service discs even though the Bitch Cunt of the Century a.k.a. Former stepmom was in charge of the pictures on my Daddii-o's discs. You can tell because she is in most of the pics. *Sighs* Lord, I wish I would have had enough balls to tell that 'thing' to fuck all the way off! *Sighs* Hindsight is 2020 and unfortunately, all that shit went down in 2017.

This Bitch Cunt of the Century actually had the absolute gall just like she does every year to wish me a happy birthday. I of course ignored it like I do every year. In other words, Go fuck yourself & leave me alone!!! I want to forget that you ever, ever existed, please & thank you. By the way, that statement was towards my former stepmom who is I am pretty certain as a curtain has a spot in Hell waiting for her and not at any of you. I just wanted to make sure that that was clear as crystal.

9. what’s your niche interest?

Hmm... I have a good bit of them to be honest. I will just name my main fandoms at the moment. Rhink, Supernatural, and Harry Potter especially when it comes to shipping. LOL!

10. ideal date with yourself?

Hmm... An ideal date with myself, eh? This is going to sound so weird or maybe not, but either a trip to a bookstore or a thrift and or antique store. I love to check out those kinds of places.

11. share a pic from your camera roll that brings you joy

This cute little thing is Lulu off of Kittisaurus. He is my favorite cat on that YouTube channel.

12. Is there anything you would say to your younger self?

Yes there is. Things will get better than what they are now. You just have to be patient and strong. One day your life won't be completely the same. It will be better. We ourselves will be better so keep your head up kid and don't give up on the fact that one day your life will change and that you will change for the better and that you will be truly happy. Eventually, wonderful things will come your way, but you first have to go through some trials & tribulations that will make you want to just give up, roll over and cry and allow life & people to screw you over. Don't let them! You are stronger and brighter in spirit than you will ever realize. Keep striving to have a better & happier life because you are worth it. You have always been worth it and I love you. One day you will be able to look at yourself in the mirror and say that to yourself like I am telling you right now.

After that I would embrace my younger self while she cried. That is probably what more than likely would happen if I met up with my younger self somehow.

13. do you bop to music on (I corrected this. It originally said in.) your own? do you sing?

Yep especially while driving in my car to and from work and at work too.

Oh Hell Yeah! I sing way more than I used to especially not just by myself behind closed doors. I don't sing out loud at work though because people could be sleeping and also I'm still a wee bit hesitant to sing in front of people like face to face depending upon where I am at, who I am with, and such. I'm working on it, but I do show my talent to people a lot more than what I used to.

Now that I work at the school district this has changed quite a bit. LOL! 😆 I more than likely especially this summer thus far have given unintentional concerts to some people possibly.

14. is there a type of animal you associate with home? does your house get animal visitors?

Hmm... I was around cats a lot more than dogs throughout most of my lifetime especially my childhood and teenage years.

If we're being sappy though I'd say cats and dogs now. My boyfriend's brother and sister-in-law have a cat that I love a lot. He is what I like to call a sweet asshole. LOL! He can be nice and or loving, but not towards most people. He is kind of like my boyfriend in that way. They're both assholes to people who actually deserve it, but if you're a good and respectable person they'll show you the same kind of decency.

My mom has two German Shepherds that are my fuzz sisters. I love them way more than I thought I would ever love dogs. I was just a cat person for a really, really long time, but now I actually like or love dogs depending upon my relationship with them.

As far as animal visitors go now that Doug & I have an apartment that has loads of cats just casually hanging out in some spots including our patio yesterday swatting at some birds, the answer to the next question is yes. Too bad I was at work when that was occuring. It sounded so entertaining & cute!

15. is there an artist of any kind who speaks to your soul?

Oh goodness! So many of them do. A lot of musical artists, writers, and the like. To name them all would have me write out a novel or two even. LOL! However, I will say one at least. Stevie Nicks is a huge one. I love her and her music too death. She was also awesome in Fleetwood Mac as well.

Ok. So this is going to be possibly weird to do because this post is so old and I honestly cannot remember for the life of me if I ever posted it. If I did I apologize in advance for the possible repeat. LOL!

Anyway, thank you @unsealingkale ! I apologize sincerely if I never answered & posted these questions and or apologize for doing it twice depending on whether I did not post or I already have. Anywho, here are my good vibes to you & yours: 😃💖✊✌️ Rock on! 🎸 Stay safe, Be smart, & Take care! May the Force or whatever you believe in be with you always!!! 🌟🌟🌟