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posts-for-when-im-high · 1 year

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Tried redownloading Instagram recently and I have some thoughts....

I originally deleted it because of the endless void of pointless, time-wasting, brain-rotting Reels. I finally realized it was actively harming my (admittedly, already terrible) mental health. It's the same reason I don't have, and never will have Tik Tok. If I have endless content to scroll through in my free time, I'm going to. I'm bored easily and full of Mental Illness™️. Yes Tumblr is my home and I have dedicated far more years to this hellsite (affectionate) than any human should. Look at the way I type, for fuck's sake. But I have curated this hellsite over the span of quite a few years to cater to me: Blacklisting/filtering tags and content I don't want to see. Unfollowing and blocking people LIBERALLY, and without the burden of knowing them in real life. Only following juuuust enough blogs to make it so I can scroll and catch up to where I had last left off without wasting too much time. There is no """"algorithm"""" to speak of.

In less than an hour, I had inadvertently turned my Instagram "Explore" page into an infinite, hate-spewing, emotionally distressing flood of Reels.

It started off innocently enough. I was watching a video of a woman with a service dog listening to a mother teach her young daughter about why she couldn't pet the dog ("he's working, sweetie; his vest says 'Please Don't Touch'"). Then it started showing me videos of some not-as-friendly people interacting with service dogs; harassing, petting, disregarding the owner's pleas and nervous explanations about why their dog can't be distracted on duty. This progressed further, to videos of "Emotional Support Animals" who were CLEARLY not trained in any professional capacity, barking at/attacking actual service dogs. And if this wasn't upsetting enough, the videos then began to depict rude strangers harassing people in public about anything and everything. In roughly 43 minutes, I had a brand new, clean-slate algorithm actually PROMOTE TO ME a video of a self-titled TERF verbally assaulting a trans woman in a restaurant.

Many people have said it before me in a far more eloquent manner than my current brain can muster, but this is why people are able to transition so quickly into hateful individuals. It is APPALLING how little time it took for me to want to throw my whole phone in the garbage. I've worked so hard to truly curate my online experience into something I enjoy, and can handle on a regular basis. I tell everyone I know: "Use the Block button FREELY!!!! Filter out content you don't like!!! Blacklist tags you don't want to see, even if it's because you don't like spoilers, or you don't know your mutual's current hyperfixation Blorbo of the Week!!!" It should be NATURAL and EASY to unfollow content you aren't comfortable with! Even if I erase my history on Instagram, or delete and then redownload the app, it doesn't mean this won't happen again!! It happens all the time, all around the world, to the MILLIONS of people using Instagram, or Tik Tok, or Twitter, or ANY social media site without proper community guidelines.

It makes me really upset to think about how easy it is to turn someone into a cruel, uncaring person, and how hard it is to turn them towards kindness instead.

#to clarify: the videos were mostly from the people who were being harassed and NOT the rude people #Kayleigh rants #sorry y'all I'm high as hell and overly-caffeinated I needed to get that out of my brain #apologies too if the formatting is weird #i exclusively use mobile #obviously these videos are good to inform the public what disabled/LBGT+/ minority individuals go through #but I've tried to filter my content so I DONT see upsetting things #I'm small and easily saddened.#idk man sometimes people just suck real bad #long post #tw: terf mention

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underwhelmingalchemist · 1 month

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So apparently the version of the "Isn't It Bromantic" interview that gets passed around isn't the full thing

So after seeing a tumblr post I can't find, about two and half hours of intensive internet digging, and one purchase from a sketchy second-hand site later (full story under the cut, I promise it's interesting, but also long), I got the physical magazine and scanned it

So here you go: the full "Isn't It Bromantic?" TV guide interview with Robert Sean Leonard and Hugh Laurie

Feel free to repost wherever you want- I want people to be able to find the full thing

SO, as for how I found it:

I saw this tumblr post forever ago that I can't find anymore because tumblr is just Like That with a cropped screenshot of an interview with Hugh Laurie and Robert Sean Leonard. In the interview, they're asked about the "bromance" between their two characters. Leonard makes an annoyed comment about how "everyone [is] obsessed with homosexuality", followed by the interview apologizing and Laurie immediately jumping in with, "No, no, let's talk about it. Wilson and House have an unusual relationship so you have to explore…" and the screenshot cuts off there. Cue funny comment from the OP about the interaction, roll credits.

Except, as these things tend to do, it ended up becoming a bit of a brain worm, and I wanted to find it again. But I couldn't find the tumblr post. I looked absolutely everywhere, and in the process of looking everywhere, I found what I thought was the original interview- a blog post with the full quote from the actor. I didn't think too much about it, I figured it was just a short quote given to a popular blog in 2008. There's a magazine cover above it, but I don't think too much about it, because I'm focusing on the quotes in the article instead of the rest of it.

So I send screenshots to a couple friends to make jokes, and it probably should have died there.

However, late at night I end up thinking about that interview again, because of course I did. I start to think about how it's weirdly formatted for, what I assumed at first reading, was just an entertainment news blog reaching out for comment and getting a response. So I pull up the screenshots of the article (because weirdly enough, the old-ass blog only loads on mobile) and look at it again.

This is when I realize that this isn't an original piece from a blog interviewing these two after reaching out for comment. This is a blog post quoting and commenting on a full interview from a magazine, which I had originally thought had just been the inspiration for the piece.

So naturally, I go looking for the magazine.

Luckily, the name of the magazine is displayed on the cover, and so is the title of its main piece. This should be easy to find, right?

Wrong.

This is an interview in a physical magazine. From 2008. October 13th, 2008, to be exact.

I know this exact date because searching the article title and magazine name leads me to an archive on the TV Guide website.

Of covers.

And nothing but covers.

I spend like forty-five minutes searching everywhere I can think of on the web. Internet Archive, the TV Guide website, any search result that comes up when I search any combination of the words "House" "Interview" "Bromantic" "Bromance" "TV Guide" "Archive" etc. Over and over, all that's coming up are that original blog post and the cover from the official gallery.

The only things I could find online were:

The cover and date of the issue on the TV Guide website

The original blog post that was screenshotted in the original tumblr post

Another blog post that had a much shorter version of the quote, references something Leonard says from later in the article, and makes a comment on the nature of his reaction to the term "bromance"

An entry on Leonard's IMDB page's "interview" list mentioning it in title only

And:

5. A single listing for the issue on what seemed to be a second-hand site that looked like it hadn't had its UI updated since the mid 2000's, with a listing with no date or additional information besides what issue it is.

This is the only listing anywhere. I checked every other second-hand site I could think of, and then some that only came up through google searches. There's not a single listing for that issue on any of them. There were plenty of listings of TV guide magazines, including one that seemed promising because it included issues from that year, but it was missing all of October.

It seemed like the only listing for this issue on the entire internet was this one copy on this one obscure website. For all I know, this was listed in 2008 and abandoned, and just never got marked inactive. It could also be a complete scam.

A few quick google searches show that that website seemed to be legit, albeit a bit loose on quality control (which makes sense, this website seemed like the kind of thing you'd have to use the Way Back Machine to access). It also had an option to pay via PayPal, which meant I could file a chargeback if need be.

It was $11.50 when you include shipping.

So at about half past midnight, I bought the listing.

Naturally, about an hour later, I manage to actually find a scan of the interview. I had to follow a link in the comments of a post on FanPop, taking me to an old wordpress blog, and I'm sitting in front of the damn interview at last.

But something doesn't make sense. Why would their cover story only be two pages of text that aren't even full pages, and why would it cut off so strangely? There was no concluding sentence or paragraph, even though it started with a fairly long lead-in. It also led right up to the edge of the page, which felt like there should be more to it. There were more images in the interview than text, and the fact that there are so many of them and they clearly did a whole photoshoot indicated that they had them on hand for a while. The silly string one, for instance, I imagine probably had to require a couple takes, which means cleaning off Wilson's hair and face, adjusting makeup, etc. for it. Meanwhile, the conversation itself seems like it could have taken ten minutes total. I could have been totally wrong and that was where the article ended, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more.

So I hold tight. A couple days pass with no update, and then the PayPal purchase gets updated with a tracking number. Promising, but it could still be a scam. Whether or not I get the actual magazine becomes a source of anxiety for the next week.

Until today, when I get told it was delivered. And when I opened the envelope it was sent in: there it was.

When I tell you I was happy stimming in my bedroom just holding the damn issue in my own hands... And then opening it and finding out that I was right, there was a missing page... I was elated. I still am, just typing this.

So I spent half an hour getting my scanner to work, and I give you the above issues.

Like I said above, feel free to repost however and wherever you want. I want all this to mean something.

In the meantime, I have two more House-themed TV Guide magazines coming to try and get articles from.

#i am so psyched to have found this you have no idea #house #house md #hatecrimes md #malpractice md #gregory house #james wilson #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard #tv guide #magazine #interview #house interview #isn't it bromantic #hilson

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glowneon · 2 years

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🌺Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful.🌺

oh, gosh, thank you so much 🥺 right back at you! you're so kind and i'm so glad we're mutuals, i can't wait to get to know you and your muses better! please take care of yourself 💕

#i apologize for the formatting #i'm on mobile #out of character.#axehxld

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sky-fire-forever · 6 months

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Responding to your line that you put in the water for izzyxreader asks —

Maybe reader is super tough all the time, and so they and Izzy bond over repressing feelings and everything, and then Izzy goes through his transformation and healing era and the reader feels abandoned because everyone on this crew is touchy-feely and now they’re all alone in putting mind over emotion

But then they find out some really bad news (maybe they lost a loved one or something) and fall apart at the seams, and Izzy is there to pick up the pieces

Idk

[AN: I try to leave it vague as to what the bad news actually is, so I'll leave it to your imagination! This is my first time writing X Reader fic, so I hope it's any good! Also, I am posting this on mobile, so I apologize for any formatting errors]

FALLING APART [IZZY HANDS X GENDER NEUTRAL READER]

Izzy Hands is the only one on the ship who understands you. Or so you thought.

These days, it doesn't seem like anyone understands you at all. Izzy included.

It used to be you and Izzy against the world. The two of you understood what it means to be pirates: It means bottling up the fear and the sadness and the… all of it. It means facing the world with a brave face despite how you might feel inside.

You both understood that. Once.

Izzy seems to have forgotten. He wears his emotions on his face now. He talks about them. He wears the title of Unicorn with pride. Things that Izzy wouldn't have been caught dead doing once upon a time.

It seems so easy for him now. He sits with the crew, smiles with them, congratulates them on a job well done. He belongs with them.

And all you can do is watch.

You're almost envious of his ability to change, to grow. It was less lonely being an outsider when Izzy was on the outside with you. Now, you just have to look in and watch as he builds this fantasy family. You wonder how much it will hurt him when it comes tumbling down.

"You could join us, you know," Izzy tells you one night as the crew huddles together by the light and you stand on your own. "No point in you drinking all alone."

You scoff and wave him off. "I don't do well with people." It's an old excuse, one you've used for years.

Just as he always has, Izzy sees through it. "You don't need to push them away. They're... not what we thought they were."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Just because you've gone soft doesn't mean we all will."

Izzy looks at you with something like sadness in his eyes. "The invitation's open."

But it wasn't an invitation you could accept.

Not until later, when a letter comes for you.

As you read it, your hands begin to shake. Your vision gets blurry as your eyes fill with tears. Before you know it, your entire body is trembling.

"Fuck," you whisper. "Fuck!" You shout it at the sea, crumpling the letter in your fist and hurling it at the ocean.

You can never catch a break, can you? The world loves punishing you no matter what you do. People like you don't get a happy ending.

That's something you've always known. You're a pirate and pirates' lives are full of bloodshed and misery and death. A happy ending has never been in the cards for you. Hell, you never even expected a happy middle.

You've never seen the point in crying over the shitty hand you've been dealt. Expressing emotions changes nothing, fixes nothing. So what's the point?

But in this moment, you can't hold it all in. You fall to your knees as tears hit your cheeks. You sob so hard you can hardly breathe. The world around you becomes a blur as you begin to cry.

Strong hands come to wrap around you. Your first instinct is to fight, to shove away whoever is offering you comfort. But you're just too tired and weak to bother.

"I've got ya. I've got you, love." Izzy's soothing voice washes over you as he pulls you into his lap. "I'm here."

Not long ago, the idea of Izzy Hands gently holding you as you fall apart would have been laughable. But here you sit, curled up against his chest as he rubs circles into your back.

You hiccup, trying desperately to regain some control over your breathing. "H-Hurts," you whimper through the tears. "Fuck, it hurts."

"I know," Izzy says softly. "I know, love. I know it hurts. Just let it all out, yeah?"

He presses a kiss to your temple and you squeeze your eyes shut. Sob after sob wrecks through you and you're powerless to stop it.

There's a reason you keep your emotions to yourself. Crying is painful and it's weakness and it fucking sucks. Why would you choose it if you could lock it all away instead?

But somehow crying in Izzy's arms doesn't feel quite as bad as you feared. It still fucking hurts, but he holds you through it, whispering gentle assurances all the while.

And when you've finally cried yourself out, a part of you feels… lighter. Like a great burden has been lifted from your shoulders and all it took was falling apart.

"Shit. I'm sorry," you mutter as you wipe your eyes on the back of your sleeve.

"Nothing to apologize for," Izzy says. "How are you feelin'?"

You hesitate before answering. "Better," you admit somewhat grumpily.

He smiles like he knows how much it pains you to admit that crying helped. "It's easier to fall apart when someone will help pick up the pieces." He reaches up to cup your cheek, brushing away a few stray tears with his thumb.

You swallow and if you had any tears left to shed, you're certain you'd start crying all over again.

Instead, you just wrap your arms around Izzy and hold him close, burying your face in his neck.

"Thank you," you whisper.

He holds you close like it's easy to do it. Like being there for you isn't the burden you know it must be. "Always, love."

And you believe him.

#izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death

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judaicsheyd · 10 months

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Hello, I'm not trying to ask this in bad faith but how is working with Lilith antisemitic?

I'm just curious and in no way trying to offend. (Also I don't work with her.)

Hey there! I got very very close to answering this privately because the more Lilith content I post the more antisemitism I seem to face, and I just don't have the energy to deal with that ATM, but I'll post it publicly in the name of education. I'm also on mobile so apologies for formatting/grammatical errors.

First and foremost, Judaism is 100% closed. This means that everything within Judaism, whether or not it's "good" or even worshipped, is still closed. If countless people from a closed culture tell you not to touch something because it is ours, one should just listen to that already. That is the most important part of this entire argument.

Lilith was first reclaimed and seen as a positive feminist figure by Jewish feminists, and was a symbol against the intersection between antisemitism and misogyny, as well as the misogyny Jewish women may face within their own communities. Even this symbolic version of her has been stolen and stripped of her Jewishness, which is antisemitism in action.

Adding on to points #1 and #2, taking Lilith and stripping her completely of her Jewishness is antisemitism. It has happened countless times to Jewish figures, ideas, and beliefs, it is antisemitism. By interacting with her as a non-Jew, you are taking her out of her Jewish context, and stripping her of her identity.

The narrative of Lilith being the first wife of Adam, rebelling against Gd, and becoming a hot sexy demon goddess is not her true story. This story originates within a satirical work (the Alphabet of Ben Sirach) which also talks quite literally about pissing and farting and a bunch of other crude stuff because it was a work made to be stupid. In actual Jewish lore, Lilith was never a human, period. The idea that this story is the true Jewish idea just continues to erase actual Jewish narratives and the reality of her story.

I have seen countless Lilith appropriators say that, yes, the Kabbalah is closed and so is every other part of Judaism, but just not Lilith. This statement already doesn't make sense, but also one cannot interact with Lilith in a vacuum. One cannot interact with Lilith outside of Judaism. A heart cannot beat outside of the body it belongs to. You cannot interact with Lilith without inherently interacting with all these other aspects of Judaism.

I'm a bit busy at the moment, so this was slightly rushed, but I believe I have covered every point. If I think of others later, check the replies and I will tag you in them. I hope this helps, and thank you for the respectful inquiry!

Ignore the tags, B"H.

#judaism #jewish #jumblr #antisemitism #demonolatry #demonology #demons #torah #jewish mysticism #appropriation #yeshivawithcarver #demonologywithcarver #carverop #askcarver #לילית

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rorywritesjunk · 4 months

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Let's be one another's present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: R-ish for now.

Warning: Swearing, soft Buggy, sort of terrible communication but in a soft way, both of them are just a bit dumb. Kissing. Bath time for Buggy as well. Also insecure Buggy.

A/N: This story is opposite of my Kid Buggy series and I love that for myself. I'm also posting this chapter on mobile, so apologies if the formatting is weird but I wanted to get this chapter out and I'm impatient.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13

TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 7

Honestly, confessing your feelings didn't make too much of a difference from what you two were previously doing, but now Buggy didn't wait until you were asleep to pull you into his arms, he did it when you were still awake, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck with promises of how he would keep you safe now, that he would take care of you. And you still prepared him a plate at breakfast, still made sure he ate, but now you made sure he had second helpings of his favorite food to get him through the day.

You still called him an asshole and he still called you a diva from time to time, but there was less bite to it than before.

Though sometimes you two still had arguments, mostly about your routine, which you were getting closer and closer to giving up on. Just a month after you two confessed to each other your feelings, it finally came to a head.

“You were under water for way too long!” Buggy snapped when you two were back in your room after a frustrating day. Both of you woke up late, breakfast tasted horrible, and several freaks kept messing up on their routines. Buggy was in a foul mood and you were just grumpy. You ignored him as you stripped off your wet clothes and started drying off with a towel. At this point being naked around each other wasn't a big deal.

“Four minutes!” You shot back. “I was only in there for four minutes, okay? And I'm fine!”

“No, four minutes is not okay!” He shouted. “That's too long!”

“Buggy, it's not a big deal!” You insisted as you pulled on one of his shirts to wear. You liked how they fit you and it was often your preferred item to wear for sleeping. Next was a clean pair of underwear. “I know what I'm capable of, okay? I wish you could understand that!”

“I know you're capable, I just don't like it!” Buggy snapped. “What if something happens when my back is turned, or your helper can't reach you?! I can't help you, remember?”

You crossed your arms and stared at him, worrying your lower lip between your teeth. If this was something he worried about…

“Well, why don't I just stop doing it then?” You suggested with a shrug, but when you saw the way Buggy's face fell you immediately regretted suggesting it.

“And then what?” He asked quietly. “Are you going to leave?”

That wasn't the question you expected. “What? No! Why would I leave?!”

“If you're not going to do it…”

“Then Cabaji can use me as target practice.” You sighed as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him. “Look, clearly this isn't working.” You silenced him with your finger to his lips before he could fuss. “The routine, Buggy. You're stressing over it and I don't want you to stress, so what if I just… take a break from it for a while and work with Cabaji? You trust him, right?”

Buggy let the suggestion soak in. Okay, you weren't going to leave, you had a suggestion, and you still got to perform, which he was happy with. And yea, he trusted Cabaji. You would be safe working with him. No risk of drowning, just maybe a stab wound if he miscalculated a throw, but Buggy could deal with that. Maybe.

“I'll tell him about it.” Buggy mumbled as he leaned into your touch. “Just… don't leave.”

“Why do you think I'm going to leave?” You asked. “I just don't want you to stress. You've been stressing about this since I started it.”

Buggy just shrugged as he pulled back from you. “I need a bath.”

“Yea, you do, stinky man.” You sighed. Bathing habits of pirates was something you were still getting used to, and Buggy seemed to prefer going days without bathing before finally giving in, and right then you were grateful. You tried to get one at least every other day, but sometimes it didn't work that way. You had thought about taking one tonight but your little argument with your boyfriend distracted you.

Buggy sat down to unbuckle his boots but you stopped him. You could see how stressed he was, that he was feeling the frustrations from the day weighing down on him, so you knelt down and did it for him, setting them aside before pulling off his socks. Yea, you were washing his clothes tomorrow, you wouldn't take no for an answer on that.

“You don't have-”

“Shut up and relax.” You told him firmly. “Today was shitty and you're about to snap, so let me help, Buggy.”

He nodded and let you be in control. You stood back up and pressed a kiss to his forehead, resisting the urge to tell him who was in charge since he often liked to say that to you, whether being serious or playful, but you didn't want to rile him up. You needed him to take it easy.

“I'm going to do laundry tomorrow, so anything you want washed, go ahead and put it in the basket, Buggy.” You told him as you leaned down to unbutton his shirt. He just nodded, shrugging it off before standing up to take his pants off next. You moved over to the tub, starting the water to get it filled up. His hair needed to get washed and brushed out, and you wanted his face clean, so you grabbed the shampoo, brush, and the makeup remover and cleanser before returning to the tub.

“I can do this myself, y’know.” He mumbled as he tossed the dirty clothes into the basket. You shrugged and stuck your hand in the water to check the temperature.

“Do you want to?” You asked. “I can go do something else.”

“No, no.” He replied a little too quickly as he walked over to the tub and climbed in, lowering himself down into the water. “Just don't want you to think you have to.”

“Well, I want to.” You told him as you grabbed a towel to kneel on as you got yourself comfy behind the tub. “Now can I wash your hair? It got in my mouth last night and… it wasn't good.”

He smirked a bit and glanced back at you. “I can always put something else in your mouth, y'know.”

You tugged on a lock of hair when he said that before reaching in to push his shoulders down to get as much of his hair wet as possible. The bath water wasn't sea water thankfully, unlike some of it that came into the tank you would be submerged in. You knew that's why he felt helpless when you were in there, he couldn't help you if something went wrong.

“Maybe once you're clean.” You shot back playfully as you made sure his hair was wet. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. You poured some of the strawberry scented shampoo into your hand before you began to massage it into his locks, dragging your nails over his scalp gently, eliciting a moan from him. You couldn't help but giggle at the reaction, ensuring his hair was well lathered before dunking him back into the water. “Mm, you like me touching you like that, Buggy?”

“Fuck, don't ask me that.” He hissed as you wrung his hair out before letting it hang outside the tub while you grabbed a towel to dry it.

“Why?” You chuckled as you made sure to get his hair dried before wrapping it up in the towel. “You don't want me touching you?”

“I do.” He grumbled as he sat up a bit in the tub. “I'll… do the rest. I don't need you to help.”

“But I want to.” You reminded him with a frown. “Please?”

He glanced back at you, cheeks pink with embarrassment, but he finally nodded. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before grabbing a washcloth to clean his face with.

“Can I wash your face?” You asked. “And… can I touch your nose?”

“Why?” He demanded, narrowing his eyes. You held the washcloth up as well as the remover.

“I just want to clean your face.”

“It's real, you know that.”

“Buggy, I'm just asking to wash your face.” You told him gently. “And I'll try not to touch your nose, but I may need to. That's all.”

He wasn't sure about that. For one thing, you asked to touch his nose. He was used to others just touching it in the past, not believing it to be real, wondering if it came off or even honked. Those incidents were humiliating and uncomfortable for him, and what if this was all a ruse, you wanting to see if it did anything other than sit on his face? He couldn't cope. He didn't want you to.

“I'll wash my face.” He mumbled as he looked away from you. With a shrug, you handed him the cleanser and washcloth. You got up to get him a clean pair of pants to wear to sleep in. He glanced over as you moved, wondering if you were upset now. “Maybe… next time.”

“Okay.” You found a pair and tossed it on the bed before tossing his socks and shirt into the laundry basket. “Buggy, communication is a big thing, y’know, and while I'm no expert with relationships, we do gotta communicate.”

“We do!” He insisted. “You asked me something and I said no, so we communicated!”

“I'm not saying we don't, Buggy.”

“Then what are you saying?”

You resisted grabbing one of his socks and throwing it at him. “Buggy, don't bite my head off. I'm just trying to talk to you. Why are you so defensive?”

“Why did you want to touch my nose?” He shot back. You stared at him before throwing your arms up in exasperation.

“Communicating! I asked because I know it's something you're sensitive about!” You exclaimed. “Geez, would you have rather I just touched it?!”

“No! Just…” he huffed and looked down at the washcloth and cleanser before looking back at you. “I don't want you to feel disgusted or anything, okay?”

“I'm not going to.” You assured him as you went back over to the tub. “I'm trying to do the right thing and ask first, okay, just like you ask me before doing things for me.”

Buggy sighed and handed the cleanser and washcloth back to you, which you took back before kissing his cheek. You were gentle, wetting his face before using the cleanser, massaging it into his skin before using the washcloth to clean his face. You were mindful of his nose, though your fingertips brushed against it just for a moment, making him flinch but he didn't pull away from you. Once you were done and his face was clean, you turned his head so you could kiss him on the lips.

“All done.” You murmured as you started to pull away, but before you realized what was happening, both of Buggy's arms detached and were hauling you into the tub. You couldn't help but shriek as you were suddenly dunked in the bath water. “Buggy!”

“You need a bath too, Cupcake.” He said with a smirk as he pulled the soaking shirt off of you. “Might as well conserve water.”

“You asshole.” You said, your tone playful as you shimmied out of your underwear, tossing it aside with the wet shirt. “Those were my only clean pair.”

“Eh, laundry tomorrow.” Buggy shrugged as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you against his chest. “It's fine.”

Guess you were sleeping naked tonight.

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy the clown x oc #buggy x oc #opla buggy the clown x oc #opla buggy x oc

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fluentmoviequoter · 10 months

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The Freak and The Princess (II)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 2/5] 1.7k+ Words

Warnings: blood and stitches, flirty best friend Steve Harrington?, but other than that none that I know of!

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love y'all showed Part 1! I feel like I should call this Part 1.5 because Eddie isn't in much of it but it is setup for an eventful Part 3. (Apologies for any inconsistencies in the formatting, I’m uploading from the mobile app and I'm planning to review it later.) I edited this and proofread it, but please point out any errors or things that you like! And please send requests; all the characters I write for are under my tag #characters! Hope you enjoy! :) Part I

The Freak and The Princess

Part Two: More of a Prince

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Eddie said, opening the door of his van for me.

“Eddie, you really don’t have to drive me to school every day. It’s a 10-minute walk, I can manage.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’d prefer knowing you’re safe,” he said, more serious than I’d heard before.

“Thanks. For chauffeuring me everywhere and for the milkshakes.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

He waited until I was safe inside to pull out, waving as he drove away. I put my things away and collapsed on my bed, groaning as my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, babe. We have a slight problem. Are you busy?” Steve asked, slightly out of breath.

“Russian soldiers slight or Dustin fell off his bike slight?” I questioned, sitting up.

“The second one. There was an accident and there is a lot of blood, and I don’t really know what to do.”

“Where are you?”

“Hawkins High. Back parking lot. Thank you,” he said before hanging up.

“What did you get into, Steve Harrington?” I whispered as I grabbed my purse and started running toward the school. I turned the corner into the back lot, seeing Dustin and Lucas lying on the blacktop, laughing weakly.

“Steve?” I called as I approached.

“Oh, thank you,” he mumbled, jogging toward me. “They were playing some game and got spooked by something, I think? They won’t really tell me what happened, and they won’t let me take them to the hospital.”

I nodded, handing him my bag and kneeling by them. I noticed that most of Dustin's blood was from a gash below his hairline.

“Steve, I need something to stop the bleeding. Is there any cloth in my purse?” I heard him open it before handing me a white shirt. “Sorry, Eddie,” I thought before pushing it against Dustin’s head. “Hold this here, keep firm pressure,” I instructed Dustin before turning to Lucas. “Where are you hurt?”

He held up his arm, a deep cut spanning his forearm.

“Steve?” I asked, looking up at him. “He needs stitches.”

“No hospitals!” Dustin and Lucas yelled.

“Fine, fine,” I said, thinking. “Can you get us into the school, Steve?”

“Let me go check the doors. If they’re locked, I can’t, not without breaking in anyway,” he said before running toward the building.

“What happened?” I asked Dustin.

“You can’t tell Steve,” he said. I nodded, and he started talking again, “We were playing a new game that Eddie showed us, I don't remember the name of it. Neither one of us realized Jason and his goons were here until they came out and started hitting us.”

“Jason Carver did this?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lucas said slowly, watching me from the corner of his eye.

I clenched my jaw, looking back to the building to see Steve running back, shaking his head.

“I have the stuff to do it at my place, can you drive them?” I asked.

Steve nodded, helping Dustin up and into the car as I did the same with Lucas. I had one side of my shirt pressed against his arm to stop the bleeding.

“Dustin gets shotgun,” I said, climbing into the back with Lucas to keep pressure on his cut. His blinks were getting heavy. “Stay awake, Lucas, talk to me about your D&D Campaign, basketball, anything.”

He launched into a speech about the current campaign, not stopping until we got to my house and climbed out of the car. We got them into the house and sat them down at the dining table.

“Steve, get towels and the first aid kit. Both are in the closet in the hallway,” I instructed.

He returned quickly with the first aid kit and a handful of towels. He pressed one of the towels against Dustin’s head, tossing the Hellfire shirt into the kitchen sink. I laid a towel under Lucas’s arm, pulling the alcohol and stitching supplies from the first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, Lucas,” I said gently, kneeling beside him, “if you feel like you’re going to pass out, don’t fight it, ok?”

He nodded, and I poured the alcohol on his arm, grimacing as he yelled in pain. I started the stitches, noticing that he lost consciousness after the fourth one.

“Dustin, stay awake, man,” Steve said to Dustin. “What does he need? The bleeding stopped.”

“I don’t think he has a concussion, but we need to be careful. Just put a bandage on his head and we’ll keep an eye on him. If he falls asleep, just make sure to check on him and wake him every hour or so.”

Steve placed a bandage on Dustin’s head, tossing two bloody towels into the sink. He helped Dustin to the couch before filling the sink with cold water and hydrogen peroxide. I put the last stitch in Lucas’s arm, the twelfth one. I replaced the towel under his arm with a clean one before wiping off the excess blood and wrapping it. Steve carried him to the couch before coming back to the dining room.

“Thank you,” he said, picking up the loose first aid kit supplies and placing them back in the box.

“Of course. Glad they’re ok.”

“Mind if we crash here tonight? I’ll take them home first thing in the morning.”

“That’s fine. You can take the guest room if you want.”

Steve nodded, thanking me again. The doorbell rang, and I looked at Steve, who shrugged and followed me to the door. I looked through the peephole, relaxing before pulling the door open.

“Whoa! What happened?” Eddie asked as he saw me, stepping across the threshold and gently grabbing my face.

“Dustin and Lucas got hurt,” I whispered, tilting my head toward the couch. He looked over, saw the bandages littering their bodies, then saw Steve standing behind me.

“You ok, man?” Eddie asked him, pulling away from me and closing the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Wish I’d been there when they got hurt. They won’t tell me what happened. I’m gonna head to bed though, we’ll be out of here first thing.” He walked down the hall, and Eddie turned his attention to me again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up?” He phrased it as a question, giving me an out.

I nodded as I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom and attached bathroom.

“Swanky digs,” he said as I grabbed some clothes and set them on the vanity top. He grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap from my shower, setting them by the sink. “You change, and wash any blood off your skin, then let me know when you’re done.”

I stepped into the bathroom, pulling the bloody clothes off and washing with the washcloth as I went. I opened the door, carrying my bloody clothes to the kitchen and adding them to the sink. Returning to my room, Eddie was sitting on my bed, his boots and jacket discarded by my window.

“C’mere,” he said, holding his arms out. I climbed onto the bed and fell into his arms. “You alright, princess?”

“Not really,” I whispered. “It could’ve been so much worse.”

“But it wasn’t, because you and Steve were there,” he said, hugging me and rubbing my back.

“Why’d you come back?” I asked, voice muffled by Eddie’s shirt where I had my face buried in his chest.

“You left your history binder in my van. I’m assuming you’re not going to do your homework though?”

I laughed, shaking my head and cuddling closer to Eddie.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked. I nodded against him, and he moved to lie down, pulling me to lie beside him, tucked into his side.

“Are you ok? You seem- I don’t know,” I shrugged at the end, failing to find the right word.

“Post-terrified? ‘Cause that’s exactly how I feel. When you opened that door covered in blood, I swear my heart stopped.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, princess. I didn’t know what was happening and I was scared, that’s not your fault.”

We lay in silence for a few minutes until Eddie asked, “Wanna skip school tomorrow? Get a long weekend?” I shook my head, already planning what I was going to do to Carver tomorrow. “It’s really late, I don’t think you should go. We all could use a day,” he said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I finally nodded, wrapping my arms around him and trusting he was right. “Get some sleep, princess,” he said, kissing my temple before I drifted off.

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I wiggled out of Eddie’s arms, opened the door, and saw Dustin standing there.

“Thanks for your help. We’ll see you at Hellfire, right?”

I nodded as Steve came up behind him.

“Go get in the car, Dustin. Thanks again for last night. I called Keith and got us both the night off,” Steve said as he pushed Dustin towards the door.

I smiled my thanks and hugged him before he walked out at the sound of his horn honking. “I’m coming, you little buttheads!”

I turned around to return to bed and saw Eddie smiling at me.

“Have I ever told you you’re a really pretty princess?” he asked, morning voice in full effect.

I fought a losing battle against my ever-growing smile and shook my head as I sat back down.

“Well, you are. Pretty, gorgeous, breathtaking, the list continues.” I turned and hid my face in his shoulder. I felt his shoulder move as he laughed, his hand rubbing circles on my back. I spoke quietly into his shoulder, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.

“What was that, princess?” he asked, gently lifting my chin with his ring-clad fingers.

“I said, you’re more of a prince than you realize,” I repeated quietly.

A huge grin broke out across Eddie’s face. He pulled me into a hug, collapsing on top of me. “You are something special, princess.”

We spent the day together reading, watching movies, listening to music, and eating most of the snacks I had in the top cabinet, hidden from Dustin. When he went home at the end of the day, my focus shifted entirely to Jason Carver and how I would make him pay.

Taglist: @loonalockley @paleidiot @kimmi-kat

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fic

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crystallizsch · 10 days

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Hello Ian! ♡

Here's a Jamiyuu fic for you! I apologize if it's not the best, I wrote it in like ten minutes since I'm currently at work lol

(Also I apologize if the formatting ends up messed up, as I'm sending this using Tumblr mobile!)

I hope you enjoy! ♡

The fireworks lit up the sky as everyone stood there watching. It was a gorgeous sight, laughter filling the air as color burst into the night. Jamil turns to Yuusha, the smile on his face falling as he froze. Her face was as bright as the fireworks, eyes shining as she looked towards the sky. She held Grim in her arms, the cat shaped monster watching the scene in awe.

Yuusha turned to Jamil after a moment, feeling his gaze. One of her brow's rose as she looked at his face, amused, "What?"

Jamil stood there, his gaze never wavering as a small smile comes to his face.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Yuusha looks back towards the sky as another firework bursts into the night.

"It really is"

Jamil's eyes remain glued to Yuusha for a moment before he turns back to the sky, standing a little bit closer.

You really are beautiful, Jamil thinks, Najma watching them a few feet away.

She couldn't resist getting a bit closer, waiting until she was right next to him before nudging him in his side, giving him a knowing look.

He does his best to ignore her, nudging her back as she laughs, his face heating up.

Maybe next time, he'll tell Yuusha what he thinks. For now though, he'll just stand there and watch ♡

Thank you! ♡

HREHDBBDJSFJ I AM CRYING GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR

THE PINING THE SOFT DIALOGUE

I AM NOT OKAY

AND NAJMA PLS - KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOUR BROTHER -

anyways i've actually had been imagining scenarios for the scalding sands event and hghsdfksdkljrk

this one in particular is just going to live rent free in my head for a bit they're so gdsfhlksd

THANK YOU FOR THIS I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭😭😭💖💖💖

#literally woke up this is the first thing i see 😭#first knee jerk reaction was to doodle it #and it's been in my head all morning I'm so hlsdfhfd #thank you sheep 🥺🥺💕💕#[—#✦'-asks #(💜) yuusha #(💜) jamiyuu #twst oc x canon #twst yuu #jamil viper #twst #twisted wonderland #al'ab nariya #☆'-other's-writing #★'-my-art #—]

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sage-nebula · 6 days

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Once again I will make a longer post about Watcher's apology video when I have the time to sit down at my computer and type it (I'm on mobile right now because I'm about to have dinner), but I do want to quickly address something I've seen crop up a lot this weekend:

A lot of people have been insisting things along the lines of:

"No one asked for higher production"

"We were fine with blue and yellow text"

"Go back to Buzzfeed style"

"Ghost Files sucks, Unsolved was better"

And so on. While I'm not going to say I'm a huge fan of Ghost Files (it's my least favorite of the five Watcher shows I follow), I also wasn't a huge fan of BU Supernatural; I preferred True Crime since it was about things that had actually happened, just as I prefer Mystery Files now. (Oops, are my skeptic tendencies showing?)

Regardless, the thing I want to address here is that Watcher Entertainment — and Ryan and Shane, specifically — taking on a new format for their show isn't really about the audience. I mean, to some degree it is — they need people to watch so they can make money — but it's also about what they, as artists, want to make. And they don't want to make a show where they're seated behind a table with blue and yellow text. They want to make a show where they LARP living in a bunker with a red nuclear landline phone.

And that's okay.

Sometimes the content an artist wants to make differs from what their original fans followed them for. Think of it in terms of musical artists; often artists will start out making one style of music and will pick up fans for that. Then three or four albums later their style will change because they grew as musicians, or wanted to experiment, or did a bunch of drugs, or a combination of those things. And their old fans find they hate this new style. And that's okay. It's fine to prefer the older albums. But it doesn't mean the band has to stop playing in the new style just because the old fans hate it, if the band truly likes what they're playing. Their feelings about their art matter, too.

And so that's where Shane and Ryan are with Ghost Files. It's fine if you, personally, preferred Unsolved Supernatural. But they, personally, seem to prefer Ghost Files. And since they're the ones making it, they get the final say on this one. I think that's fair. You can always still go back and watch old Unsolved Supernatural episodes. They're still around.

(As for me, well, they're not going to find ghosts no matter what format they use, so. I don't really care, lol. I just wish they'd not try to pretend some locations aren't ads when they clearly are. Looking at you, escape room episode. That was so lame.)

#watcher #watcher entertainment #buzzfeed unsolved #ghost files #shane madej #ryan bergara

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galactiquest · 8 months

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Hi call me blueberry anon or just blue!

I was hopin to ask with Vash and Knives with an Angel!reader g/n.

Like you know when Vash and Knives show their true selves and reader dont give a shit because they literally have giant ass wings and multiple eyes yknow like one of those biblical accurate angel but more human.

If its too specific just ignore this JDJKDKDKDK (ps when i said show their true selves i immediately thought of those wolf alpha vids on tiktok)

Hello Blueberry Anon~ I'm sorry that this took longer than usual to get to, I promise I wasn't ignoring or forgetting this request! College woes... (´Д｀)

I think this is a super cute idea and I'm always a sucker for a chaotic angel or devil or any sort of creature really. (Probably why I enjoy writing about Vash and Knives being little beasts so much LOL)

Vash and Knives x Angel!Reader: Heaven

Content warnings: None, but the descriptions of multiple eyes/wings might be offputting to some. Otherwise just fluff!

Vash

I take Vash as someone who's really accepting of everyone else's differences--even to the point where he'll feel a sort of disdain towards his own differences because of it.

But when he learns about your otherworldly nature? He's immediately curious. He really can't help himself.

He wants to ask a lot of questions. How do you hide your wings? Are humans afraid of you? Do you have any sorts of powers? Does this mean you're immortal--wait, are you here on a mission?!

Whether you indulge him or not in answers is up to you. He won't pry (but he might whine a little if you tell him it's a secret).

Now that he knows you're different, he wants to embrace it as much as possible. He's always trying to compliment how soft your wings are, how radiant and sparkling your eyes are, etc.

I think this especially goes for the '98 iteration of Vash--the "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven" pickup line. Feel free to respond with "yeah, actually, a lot" to get him sputtering and scrambling to apologize.

Knives

When you explain it to him, he's very quiet at first, running all possible responses through his head. What he doesn't say (but is thinking) is that he's thankful you're not human (because admitting he loves a human is an utterly impossible feat!).

He also hopes, deep down, that since you're inhuman, you might better understand his intentions for a world without humans. (Of course, if you're the kind of angel who's sent to help humans, this goes against your direct orders... cue troubles!)

He has a deep respect for your otherworldly self, being not of the planet himself, so he takes a lot of time to study and understand you to the fullest.

He's especially intrigued if you have repeating features--multiple eyes, pairs of wings, floating motes of flame, spinning golden rings, that kind of stuff. He really enjoys symmetry and repetition. (Vash does, too, but he'll appreciate from afar.)

He encourages you to take your "natural" form more often, rather than sculpting yourself into a more humanoid form. If this more "natural" form is imperceptible/cosmically incomprehensible to him, he won't mind. (Okay, he might be a little sad if he can't see you in all your blazing glory, but he won't make it obvious.)

I think there's definitely a case here for a "fallen angel" type deal--you've fallen from the sins of humanity, and now you've joined up with Knives in order to restore what should have been. Or maybe you find more worth in each other...

End notes: I finished this up on mobile so the formatting might be off. I promise I'll fix it tomorrow!

#vash x reader #vash x you #knives x reader #knives x you #trigun x reader #galactifics #love mail #blueberry anon

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tch-tchtchkaa · 10 months

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Farming Guide for SoS:AWL

Decided to make another save file for testing purposes. Mostly focusing on 1st year crops and fields and trying to see exactly how long certain crops needed to grow. I found out some nifty stuff! Please note that I might end up editing some things if I find better data.

The different soil qualities have NO EFFECT on crop quality/speed

I believe it's something that only determines which crops can go in whichever field (all 1st year crops can grow in any soil quality, I think hybrids need good quality and up)

Fertilizer lasts for 10 hours

I believe the countdown starts once the animation is finished

4 bags of Fertilizer for A rank 8 bags of fertilizer for S rank (crops only)

This is at least consistent with tomatoes and watermelons. I tried logging how many bags of fertilizer for tree crops but I got through about 40 on the free apple tree and didn't get A rank by Fall Yr1 so I'm a liiiitle intimidated.

Crops only advance to different stages at 12:00pm and 12:00am

From what I can tell the game checks at 12pm and 12am if the crop has been in the ground/watered for enough time to grow to the next stage. I'm going to refer to these 12 hour chunks as "cycles." Due to this particular system, even if you plant crops a few hours apart, they will naturally sync up to the closest cycle. For example:

It's Spring 1 6:00am. You plant a Tomato seed. The game checks at Spring 1 12:00pm if the seed has been planted/ watered for long enough. 6 hours is not enough for the Tomato seed to progress to the next stage so it stays in the "planted" growth stage. The next time the game checks is Spring 2 12:00am. The Tomato seed has been planted/ watered for 18 hours, which is enough for it to progress to the next growth stage

Water lasts ~ 21 and 1/2 hours (from "just watered" to "bone dry" )

Haven't fully tested if the different water amounts impact growing time. If they are kept bone dry they won't progress to the next stage even if the plant goes through multiple 12 hour cycles. There's four levels of watered:

Dark Brown -> Brown (Takes around 6 hours and 45 minutes) -> Light brown (Takes around 5 hours and 30 minutes) -> Tan (Takes around 8 hours and 15 minutes)

Crop growth (Spring)

Tomato

Seed: 10 hours (1.75 hours water) (1 cycle)

Sprout: 24 (9.5~10 hours watered) (2 cycle)

Small trellis: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Big trellis: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Flower: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Green Tomatoes: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Harvestable

Total Time: 5.5 days (11 cycles)

((Plant on Spring 1st before 2:00PM and your first Tomatoes will be available to harvest Spring 7 12:00am))

Watermelon

Seed: 22 hours (2 cycles)

Sprout 36 hours (3 cycles)

Tiny vine: 36 hours (3 cycles)

Big vine: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Yellow Flowers: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Watermelons of Deception: 24 hours(2 cycles)

Harvestable

Total Time: 7 days (14 cycles)

((Plant on Spring 1st before 2:00PM and your first Watermelons will be available to harvest Spring 8 12:00pm))

Strawberries

Seed: 10 hrs (1 cycle)

Sprout: 24 hours (2 cycle)

Three Leaf Sprout: 36 hours (3 cycles)

Six Leaf Sprout: 36 hours (3 cycles)

Flowers: 24 Hours (2 cycles)

Budding Fruits: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Harvestable

Total time: 6.5 days (13 cycles)

((Plant on Spring 1st before 2:00PM and your first Strawberries will be available to harvest Spring 8 12:00am))

Potato

Seed: 22 hours (2 cycles)

Sprout: 36 hours (3 cycles)

Many Leaves: 36 hours (3 cycles)

Bigger Many Leaves: 48 hours (4 cycles)

Flowers: 24 hours (2 cycles)

Harvestable

Total time 7 days (14 cycles)

((Plant on Spring 1st before 2:00PM and your first Potatoes will be available to harvest Spring 8 12:00pm))

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Let me know if this is helpful to anyone else. I'll update this post if need be and probably make this into a little series :3

((Also apologies if there's formatting issues, made this post on Mobile cause I'm on vacation))

#harvest moon #story of seasons #hm awl #sos awl #story of seasons awl #story of seasons a wonderful life #farming guide

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666writingcafe · 2 months

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can you write about how M!MC gets hard(under his pants 😏)when he sees Asmo for the first time

I wonder if you are the same anon that wanted me to write about Asmo kicking M!MC's nuts. If so, I'm glad you liked it well enough to submit another request.

In any case, my thoughts about it are under the cut. Apologies in advance about the formatting; I'm currently on mobile.

The first time the two of them meet isn't during the exchange program, but several months prior at a coffee shop. M!MC is in the middle of studying, while Asmo has been ordered by Solomon to get him a cup of joe. M!MC notices the increase in noise as people begin fawning over Asmo but tries his best to block it out. He has to remain focused on his assignment.

A few minutes later, M!MC catches a pink flash out of the corner of his eye. Glancing in its direction reveals Asmo leaning against the counter, loudly chatting with one of the baristas.

Except that he's not wearing anything pink.

M!MC almost dismisses it as a trick of the light when he notices it again. A shimmery, almost transparent pink radiates off Asmo and starts surrounding the barista.

Deciding it best to take a break, M!MC pushes his assignment off to the side and pulls out his sketchpad. Normally, he would try to take a reference picture, but his mind has already done it for him.

He's so engrossed in his drawing that he doesn't see Asmo receive his order.

Or that Asmo meets Solomon outside.

Or that Asmo tells his companion to wait a moment while he ducks back inside.

No, M!MC doesn't notice anything until he hears someone ask,

"What are you drawing?"

Looking up reveals Asmo looking directly at him. M!MC momentarily freezes as he begins scolding himself for drawing someone without their permission.

"May I?" Not hearing any objections, Asmo gently picks up M!MC'S sketchbook and flips it towards him, examining the portrait on the open page.

The longer Asmo looks at it, the more embarrassed M!MC gets. He feels his face grow hotter and, to his dismay, his pants getting tighter. He's never had anyone express this much interest in his art, and of course the first person who does happens to be way out of his league.

Flipping the page over, Asmo grabs one of M!MC's pens and scribbles a note on the back of the picture.

"I'll see you around," he states, handing the sketchbook back and winking before turning around and leaving the shop again.

M!MC feels like he's shaking as he reads Asmo’s note.

I've been drawn countless times, but you are the first artist that has truly captured my aura. I am honored to be your muse.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon

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blacktacmopsi · 23 days

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Threshold.

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| Keegan X Male! Reader | Smut (MDNI) | CW: Blowjobs |

This is filling a request for @shadoesx. I hope I did your request justice. Get ready for some fluffy-ish smutty Keegan!

Note: I did not proof read this and it's been a while since I wrote M/M. Also, preemptive apology if there are format errors. Posting via mobile.

Keegan was never one to blow up on anyone or show direct anger. He was usually the silent observer type and for the most part a level headed guy. So, when you were on the brunt end of a heated argument over a difference in tactical strategy post mission, you couldn't take Keegan's arguing hands down without holding your own.

"You are a fucking asshole, you know that, kid?!” Keegan spat.

"Oh, I'm the asshole?! That's some tall talk from you! If it wasn't for my idea, we would have ended up in a massive skirmish at that Federation compound. So, fuck me right, for doing something that saved all our asses!”

Your fighting ultimately was broken up by Merrick who, quite frankly, told it to you straight, that he was “tired of both of your shit.”

The two of you were both too heated to come down so you stepped away to go cool off in your barracks room. It must have been several hours before you heard three knocks on your door. Opening it, you see the man who pissed you off earlier. He has the look of a man who realized he royally fucked up.

“Hey kid…look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blow up on you earlier. I shouldn't have done it, let alone in front of everyone. So, I want to do the right thing and apologize to you.”

Eyeing him up, you can't ignore those penetrating glacial blue eyes. Those eyes you've looked at countless times that made you feel a certain deep yearning. Drifting lower, you notice he's holding two red solo cups and a bottle of Jack.

Inviting him in to share a drink to bury the hatchet, you two revert back to how you typically are around one another. As you both drink, it feels good to get back on good terms. It would be crushing if the raven haired operator held a grudge against you and that was absolutely the last thing you wanted. As you both drank, you couldn't help but just admire the man before you. His musculature that was hinted at beneath the old USMC shirt he had on, the way it clung to his pecs, the deep timbre of his voice, even innocuous things like the way his veins wrapped around his arms. You had already come to terms with your feelings for him and how he stirred emotions deep inside you, but you felt you could never give voice to them. It tortured you to hold such an emotional weight.

“You know y/n…can I be honest with you?”

His question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, what's up?”

Drawing a deep breath he meets your gaze. God, those glacial blue eyes that you swore could bore into your soul. How intense they could be. It should be a sin for a man to possess such eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you…hmm…well…”

You knit your brows waiting for him to finish what he wants to say but he seems to be stumbling over the words.

“Dude, just spit it out. What do you want to tell me.”

You think it might be something pertaining to the Taskforce. He on the other hand is going to do another thing that is kind of out of his character…just in a different way compared to his blow up of anger earlier.

“Uhhhh…you know what? Fuck it. Y/n I want to say…I love you.”

He exhales and slouches in the chair.

“Oh man, that felt good to get out,” he groaned to himself. Maybe it was the liquid courage that gave him that little push to admit this but his words hit you like a brick in the face. You don't know if you're stunned or so elated your brain just pauses everything, but something clicks inside you. It's the match falling in the powder keg of your own feelings for him. Keegan examines your expression and isn't sure what to make of it. Did he cross a line? He was never the smooth type when it came to expressing any kind of romantic feelings. In fact, he could come off so painfully awkward. But here he was, in your barracks room, bluntly laying it on the line.

“Look man, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make-”

He pauses as you go and stand before him. Leaning down, you grab his stubbled chin, tilt it up, and kiss him. The taste of the whisky on his lips and tongue just make this all too perfect for you. As you give him something you had been dreaming about for so long, you can't help but hear a deep moan escape him.

Breaking the kiss and still holding his chin, you meet those eyes of his again.

“Wow…okay…heh,” he chuckles. “So, I take it you feel the same way.”

“For a while now, yeah… I had been falling in love with you for some time.”

Clearing his throat, he asks “Why didn't you say something sooner?”

“Dude, how could I? I'm not good with this kind of thing.”

Keegan laughs. “That makes two of us.”

Keegan looks back up at you and your smiling face and he can't help but lean up to kiss you again. It was like the floodgates opened for both of you as all you wanted to say for so long was spoken by your tongue entering his mouth. His hands go up, sliding across your chest, sending those embers of desire surging. Your fingers start to snake under his shirt, finding the hem and yanking it up over his head exposing that firm and hairy chest. God, how you longed to feel him every time you saw him getting changed on base.

You break the kiss and meet his gaze noting he's flushed. Whether it be from the alcohol or the growing physical desire, you didn't care. All that mattered was that he was shirtless and open to your advances…and boy, was he open to them. It became more evident when he stood up to remove your shirt as well. Locking in a heated kiss, you two pressed your exposed torsos against one another feeling the heat of arousal emanating from your needy bodies. You grab him by his hips and yank him towards yours feeling the unmistakable hardness of his cock.

“Keegan, getting hard already from kissing,” you tease as you run your fingers through his hair.

He cocks a smile.

“I can say the same for you, y/n…”

You can't help but softly chuckle at this back and forth. Before the two of you even realized it, both of you danced your way to your bed, a flurry of hands, lips, tongues and even teeth roaming over each other. Things became even more heated when you had him beneath you.

“Heh…I think I like being on bottom for you,” he chuckles.

“I would hope so. I've been wanting to do this for a long time,” you speak. A potent combination of lust and love tinting your words as you reach for your belt. Keegan got the hint and sat up from under you.

“Hey kid, let me handle that,” he implores as his fingers work gracefully undoing the belt to your pants. With such finesse, you could swear he's done this before and he might as well have but you didn't care. All you care about is making your desires and love for him known. Keegan feels the same way and he DEFINITELY makes that known. Pulling you out of your pants, he envelops you with such ferocity it nearly makes you jolt in reflex.

“Oooooohhh fuuuuuuk…”

You have no control over the sounds escaping you, instinctively grabbing his head and pushing him more into you.

“Oh god…Keegan….Keegan…fuck, that feels good!”

Keegan doesn't listen to your words. He just focuses on his mouth and what's in it. You flick your eyes down to him as you watch him sink further and further into a sexual trance. Oh, this is definitely a man who's done this before! The heated pleasure and arousal he was drawing out of you was too astounding. You found paradise in him and his mouth and he in your taste and warmth. You had rocked your hips with his motion as he brought you into the light of blinding passion. It felt like he had created this ball of white light that was welling up inside you, a sensation that sent every nerve in your body pulsing with such deep emotion for this blue eyed, raven haired operator.

Keegan was relentless, moving up and down as if he was working a sacred ritual upon your body. In some ways, he was; Drawing forth and building upon your mutual passions to create something more immense.

“Keegan…Keegan…I can't…take much more…you're gonna make me….”

He didn't hear, or maybe he chose not to as you rasped your warning about what was going to happen in mere minutes.

As soon as you finished your pained words, Keegan flicked those blue eyes up at you and that was it. You could not stop what he had built up and set in motion. Tensing your core and gripping the hair on his head tightly, you rammed yourself down his throat and let the fruits of his labor be known. The rush of hot and viscous cum hit the back of his throat and cascaded down his gullet. You held him flush against you as you both rode out the shockwaves of what he stirred up.

Panting and sweating, you let Keegan ease himself off you. He pulls back, a glass thread of saliva stringing between his lips and you. Those glacial eyes of his flick up to see the deep flush on your face as you pant and he can't help but feel his heart sing out for you. He's elated you permitted this and he feels like the two of you have crossed a threshold you both so longed to traverse.

You pull him up to you, rewarding how with a soft and tender kiss- a token of your affections.

“I hope we can do that more often,” he laughs as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Definitely… and maybe some other things too!”

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