#but hey maybe i’m wrong and he’s just scum

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the treatment of a young justin bieber and in turn my inability to see him as the enemy:

keeping my trend of just talking and giving my 2 cents on trending topics, in the matter of rich, cis white men being exposed as a literal scum of the earth people i am never moved or surprised. (i also don’t usually care bc it’s normally someone i was not a fan of before they were exposed for heinous behavior)

however i have never been able to shake my sympathy, understanding, and hesitance to write off the musician that is justin bieber. i just always feel as though there’s so much he deals with behind the scenes that we’ll never know about. that’s true of anyone famous but the reason i say this is because of the amount of documentaries this man has where they barely skim the surface of what he endured in the industry. the stuff they choose to discuss doesn’t even scratch the surface of even things we saw happen on live television

(early sexualization of a child, SA, SH, etc.)

his entire brand since he was 15 was also to essentially be a “boyfriend” to all his fans and the minute he dropped the persona because he wasn’t feeling up to being touched/groped/kissed/screamed at for the day he was in turn CRUCIFIED in the media for being a heinous human. which has always been so odd to me? like the media/general public has some sort of claim or ownership of his body since he was a developing child. it’s gross and it’s been like that since his formative years. (that has to be ridiculously damaging)

*update* i’m reading this back to make sure i articulated my thoughts in the way i wanted and i’m now angrier about his treatment then when i first typed it. bc why isn’t his body allowed to be his and why is he a villain for setting boundaries? bc he’s a boy? that’s actually is so disturbing to me the longer i sit with it. (no seriously i want you to think abt how physically and mentally he lost like all body autonomy at 14. and he has never gotten it back in all honesty.)

also him having a drug problem in (2014?) i think and knocking on deaths door at (18/19? years old) visibly deteriorating and reacting to his lifestyle/trauma he was given too young, adult celebs took to twitter to call him names and attack him when he was clearly a child (yes child idc that he was 18) crying for help was also extremely odd to me. laughing at the traumatized kid having a downward spiral and evidently no reliable adults in his life left a bad taste in my mouth, even then.

maybe it’s the blind items i keep seeing about his alleged SA or the clips of it happening from grown women in talk shows, or because the open discussion about his sex life/sexual preferences/when he was only 15 and growing up watching the general public use him (A KID) as a punching bag/toy for their own enjoyment gives me so much sympathy and is why i’ve always given him grace. it’s also worth noting those who are respected in hollywood and are close to him speak extremely highly of him which also makes me pause to think he’s not nearly as heinous as the media has always liked to paint him.

not to mention that interview he did with zane lowe ?? where he talks about wanting to protect billie eilish from what he endured in the industry because “he wouldn’t wish that upon anybody” and then starts to sort of crumple in on himself when speaking about it like he can’t even recount what he’s been through without it having a visible effect is SO sad/scary to me. that whole interview was very strange and sort of haunting actually.

to this day small things he does/says are blown up to insane headlines to make him look like he’s on some tirade and then you watch the clips with these insane titles and it’s just the man asking to be left alone for a little while ? he just seems like a deeply traumatized/cut individual to me.

i hate long post w no pictures or gifs so this is what justin bieber looks like if you didn’t know !😃

(i think everyone who’s had the internet longer than a week could identify this man in a line up of white men but i digress😭)

but that could just be because i witnessed his growing up in my lifetime so it feels closer than most lmao idk. it’s very possible i wouldn’t be as sympathetic if i didn’t watch him get broken down in real time.

#but hey maybe i’m wrong and he’s just scum #who knows these days #justin bieber #pop culture #child stars #child stardom #pop music #the only cis white male you’ll catch me defending like this😭 #and i MEAN that lmao #watching him go from having fun being famous #to visibly hating life is sad to me idk #i find celeb culture interesting #and his upbringing specifically has had me curious from a very young age #also the rumor he’s getting britney treatment😬 #i almost wish scooter never plucked him up #but that’s not totally true bc he rlly is a phenomenal performer #last thing i’m gonna add i think lmao #he’s also been the target of SO many fake stories ?? #like at this point (ik he has done some shitty things i mean he’s been famous for over a decade #) i can’t even tell what he’s actually done and hasn’t #because they genuinely have been printing *proven* fake stories about him FOR YEARS #and he doesn’t even set anyone straight #he just minds his business usually

[innuendostudios]

New Alt-Right Playbook! There's a bunch of bite-sized videos like this in the works as I clear out the remaining points I wanna make before the series wraps. If you like this and wanna see more, back me on Patreon and/or follow me on Nebula.

Transcript below the cut.

Say, for the sake of argument, there’s this guy, this just real abomination, total scum-sucking garbage hole, who’s running for President. And conservative politicians, pundits, and voters have been laughing their asses off about him. “Oh my god, he’s such a disaster, he’ll never get the nomination, and, if he were to get the nomination, no one would ever elect him.” They trot him out as a punchline. But November 8th draws near and he’s still not out of the game, and the Left is banging on the walls, like, hey, that “joke” you’re giving free press to is saying some pretty scary stuff, and the Right is like, “Look, don’t waste your breath. We’ve already accepted that we lost this one, we’re certainly not going to bat for this guy, he’s going to lose.” And then, at the last second, when they do go to bat for him, and he does win, and the Left is like, what the absolute heck my dudes? they go, “Can’t do anything about it now, he’s the President.”

And when, four years later, you finally get his ass out of office, the Left turns to the Right and says, “Okay, now that he’s not President, are you gonna acknowledge all the stuff he did? You know, the stuff he said he was gonna do, and we warned you he was gonna do, and you said we were delusional for thinking he would do, that he did?”

And they’re like, “Oh my gawd, Heather, he’s not even President anymore! How are you still talking about this?”

I call this one The Slow Breakup. It’s like when your partner starts canceling date night, and then starts getting home really late, and then starts sleeping on the couch, and you keep asking, “Hey, is there something wrong?” And they just say, “Oh, sweetie, of course not, work is just running me ragged lately and I when I have time off I’m too tired to go out, and I get home so late these days I don’t want to wake you up by coming to bed.” And then one day you get home and their bags are packed and they’re like, “Look, we both saw this coming.”

(You know that thing. This- this happens to everybody, right?)

It’s always not happening until it’s already happened. The moment is skipped over where they would acknowledge they misled you, take responsibility for what’s happened, or, critically, where you could still do something about it.

Peel your eyes for this one, you’ll see it a lot. This is how conservatives jumped straight from “climate change isn’t happening” to “climate change isn’t man-made” (and now some are trying to jump to “maybe it’s a good thing”). Rhetorically, all these arguments mean the same thing: “We decided long ago what we were going to do. Nothing you say will change our course. This conversation is over.”

#video essay #alt right playbook #innuendo studios

[shiftingparadise]

Tell me I'm yours (Roommate Mikey x Fem. Reader) 

Aaaa, so I don't know, I just absolutely love Mikey and I had this idea for a while. Hope you guys like it 🤍✨

Warnings: a little angsty with a fluffly ending

Word Count: 2265

‘What?’. ‘Don’t’, you angrily threw the dirty clothes on his bed, ‘Don’t ‘what’ me’. ‘Calm down, I was going to clean up’. ‘That’s what you always say’. ‘Come now, bunny, you were the one who wanted to live here’. ‘Don’t call me that’. 

God, you were so cute when you were angry with him. The only reason he left his dirty clothes in the bathroom was that he wanted to see you like this. 

‘What?’, he smirked, his head slightly tilted, ‘Bunny?’. ‘Shut up Mikey. I agreed to be your roommate because Draken asked me to’, you picked one of his dirty shirts from the ground before throwing it at him. ‘Fine’, he closed his eyes before getting out of bed, ‘I’ll clean up’. 

He knew what he did. He knew how flustered you always got when he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers, but he loved seeing your strawberry-red cheeks. 

‘Huh? What’s wrong, bunny? You’re blushing’. 

‘Fuck you’.

Mikey couldn’t hide his smile when you slammed his door shut. You were so adorable, too adorable to be his roommate. 

--- 

‘What’s for dinner?’, he leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched you read on the couch. ‘I don’t know, I’m going out’. 

‘Out?’, he frowned, ‘To where? With whom?’. 

‘Jezus Mikey, it’s none of your business’, a tired sigh left your lungs. 

‘None of my business?’. 

You froze when you felt him leaning over the couch from behind you, his nose brushing against your ear. 

‘It’s none of my business whom my roommate goes out with? What if you go out with girls from that Moebius scum?’, he coldly grabbed your book from your hands, closing it in front of your face. ‘Who are you going out with?’. 

His voice sounded cold, causing a shiver down your spine, but you weren’t going to back down. Who the hell did he think he was? He may be the leader of some foolish gang, but he had no control over you. 

‘Who said I was going out with a girl?’, you stood up from the couch, ready to go to your room. 

‘What did you say?’. ‘H-hey let go of me-‘, you tried to pull away but his grip around your wrist only tightened. ‘Who are you going out with?’, his normally playful and childish expression was completely gone. His cold eyes pierced right through yours. 

‘Let go of me, Mikey! I’m serious’. 

Maybe if you raised your voice… 

‘Tch’, a smirk slowly appeared on his face, ‘Fine, I’ll find out anyway’. 

He raised both of his hands in the air, a smug look on his face. 

‘If I even get the feeling I’m being watched by one of your fucking minions-‘, ‘That would be your fault, you could’ve just told me, but you wanted to act like a brat’. 

Impossible. It was impossible to go on about this with him. 

‘I’m going to get changed. There are still some leftovers in the fridge from yesterday. You can put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes’. 

‘Thanks, bunny’. 

Shut up.

--- 

‘I’m leaving’, you grabbed your coat from the hanger, ‘I’ll be back late, so I’ll see you in the morning’. 

‘You’re not leaving in that’. ‘Excuse me?’. 

‘This. What’s this? It barely covers your ass’. 

‘I said I was going out-‘, ‘With who? Your girls? To some stupid club?’. 

‘I’m going on a fucking date, and I don’t need your approval. I can wear whatever I wa-‘. ‘A date?’, he chuckled, ‘A date or a quick fuck in a car? Have you looked at yourself? You think a guy is going to take you seriously when you’re dressed like this?’. 

‘Go to hell’. 

He went too far, he knew he did, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t break when he heard your quiet, fragile voice; when he saw a tear in the corner of your eyes…

‘Y/N wait-‘. ‘What?’, you turned around, a lump in your throat as your hand rested on the doorknob.

He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful. He wanted to say how you looked like a goddess in that black dress… How pretty your eyes looked with the color of eyeshadow you chose to wear… But he couldn’t. It felt as if his voice was stuck inside his chest. 

‘Right’, you chuckled, ‘Goodnight Mikey’. 

If he followed you, if he said you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, would you stay? Would you cancel your date with some stupid low-life and stay with him? There was still time, right? If he just left now, he’d still catch up with you…

‘Fuck’, he let both of his hands run through his hair as he walked towards his room. 

He didn’t like this, the way he felt; the thoughts that came to mind… Nor did he like the fact that a boy was going to see you like this, that some nobody was going to touch you, to pay for your dinner… He wanted to be the one to take you out to dinner, to treat you right, but he couldn’t. What if someone from another gang noticed the way he cared about you? What if they wanted to take their revenge on you? He still hasn’t forgotten the girl that got raped by that Moebius scum. What if that was you? No, he could never be with you. 

---

‘3 AM?’, Mikey sighed as he looked at the time. He never slept when you were out, but you were never out this late. Only when you went to a club, but never when you were just on a date. He was worried, to say the least. 

‘H-hey, don’t touch me!’. 

Mikey immediately went to the door when he heard your distressed voice coming from the hallway. 

‘If you lay your hands on her one more ti-‘. 

All of his worries disappeared like snow in the sun when he saw who you were with. 

‘Draken?’. ‘Found her pushing some creep away from her in a parking lot. She’s drunk’.

‘I-I’m not drunk! What’s it with the two of you always judging me-‘. ‘I’m not judging you’, Draken’s eyes rolled to the ceiling. 

‘Who was she with?’. 

Mikey didn’t care that you were drunk or that you were making a big scene in the middle of the night. His mind was clouded in anger. What if Draken wasn’t there? What if that guy took advantage of you? He was going to pay, no matter what. 

‘I don’t know, some random guy’. ‘Find out and –‘. ‘Don’t worry’, Draken smirked, ‘I took care of it’. 

‘You beat the living shit out of him! You d-didn’t take care of it! You ruined my ch-chance with him!’, a few drunken hiccups as you stumbled through the door. 

‘Thanks’, Mikey smiled at his friend, ‘I’ll put her to bed before she passes out on the floor’. ‘Hm, see you, Mikey’. ‘See you’. 

He wasn’t too happy about the fact that he wasn’t going to get the chance to make that guy pay, but he could find comfort in the fact he was now still probably laying in that parking lot with a dislocated jaw. 

‘Y/N?’, his brows drew together when you weren’t in your room, or the kitchen, or on the couch. 

‘Y/N?’, Mikey’s heart started to race when you weren’t in the bathroom either. Did you somehow leave the apartment? No, that was impossible, but the only place left was his room, and you rarely entered his room… 

‘Bunny?’, a dazed expression on his face when he saw you curled up underneath his sheets. 

No answer, like he expected. You were probably already fast asleep. What was he supposed to do? Could he sleep in one bed together? Or would you think that was weird? He should probably sleep in yours or on the couch, right? But he didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to. He wanted to feel your body against his, to pull you close to him and never let you go. 

‘Sorry bunny, can’t help myself’, he whispered as he laid down next to you. He wasn’t going to touch you or to hug you, not when you were drunk anyway… But the feeling of your body next to his was more than enough for him. 

He carefully laid down on his side, his eyes studying every part of your face. You were so beautiful to him. He adored the way a strand of hair was stuck to your plump limps, or the way your hand was resting underneath your cheek… 

‘Night bunny’, he carefully moved the strand of hair behind your ear, turning his back towards you. He didn’t want you to think he was some kind of creep when you woke up. 

‘H-huh?’, for the first time in his life, he froze when he felt your hands tugging at the back of his shirt. 

‘Mikey?’. 

A soft, fragile whisper that made his heart jump. 

‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’, he softly turned back around to look at you. 

‘I was scared’, you couldn’t look at him, not when you felt this vulnerable. 

He tried his hardest to suppress every feeling of anger that flowed through his body. He knew you needed him to comfort you, but he hated seeing you like this. 

‘What happened?’. 

‘W-we went out to dinner, and he kept buying me drinks and I didn’t want to be rude, so I drank them and then the next thing I know he was touching me in places I didn’t want to in the parking lot’. 

At that point, he decided to beat him up himself, but that was something for later. He couldn’t show you how angry he was. He didn’t want you to put up your wall again. 

‘But Draken was there, so he didn’t hurt you, right?’. 

‘I-I don’t know, my arm is hurting’. ‘Can I take a look? I probably hurt you back when you were sitting on the couch’. 

You shyly nodded your head in response. 

‘Let’s see’, he softly smiled while pulling the blankets from your body. 

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bruises on your arm. He hurt you, he really did. 

‘A-and?’, you softly asked when it was quiet for a minute. ‘Don’t worry, bunny. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to feel better in the morning’. 

‘Mikey?’. 

‘Yeah?’. 

‘C-can you help me get out of these clothes, please?’. ‘Of course. Do you need anything from your room to sleep in?’. ‘Can I sleep in your shirt?’. ‘S-sure, I’ll get you one’. 

He tried not to think about how cute you would look wearing one of his shirts. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about things like that. 

‘The one you’re wearing is fine’, you carefully seated yourself on the edge of the bed. ‘Okay bunny’, Mikey softly replied before sitting on his knees behind you. 

His heart was racing. He didn’t want to think about you like this when you were sad and scared, but he couldn’t help it. 

‘Wait’, he gently placed your hair on one side of your shoulders, his fingertips brushing over your bare skin. 

Your heart was racing too. You just hoped he didn’t notice it. The room was filled with a tense silence, not an awkward one, but a silence where both your heartbeats align and where things happen that would never happen during the daytime. 

‘Here’, his voice sounded rough when he unzipped your dress, ‘You looked beautiful in that dress’. 

He gently pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, his hand lingering a little too long on your skin. 

‘T-thanks’, you slowly stood up, dropping your dress to the ground. 

Did you do this on purpose? You didn’t give him any time to look away, and now you were standing in your underwear in front of him and… 

‘Do you think I’m pretty, Mikey?’, you shyly turned around, your arms wrapped around your stomach. 

Pretty? No, no, no. You weren’t pretty, you were divine. 

‘Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’. 

‘Why have you never asked me out on a date?’. 

‘Because I can’t get close to you’. ‘Why not?’, you slowly crawled onto the bed, placing your arms around his neck, ‘I’m pretty close now’. 

He needed to tell you to stop, to push you away, but his hands were already holding onto your waist, eager to pull you closer. 

‘Can’t let you get hurt’. ‘I won’t get hurt’. ‘They’ll hurt you to get to me’. ‘You’ll protect me, Draken will protect me, even Takemichi will protect me’, you chuckled at the thought, ‘Or he’ll try at least’. 

But what if they can’t? What if no one’s around to protect you? 

‘We can never get close’, he let his forehead rest against yours, ‘We just can’t’. ‘We’re already close, Mikey. I know you feel the same. It’s pointless to fight this, we’ll give in to this feeling eventually’. 

You were right, he knew that… But maybe if he could wait a little longer, maybe if things cleared up a little bit… 

‘Fuck it’, he smirked as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, ‘I’ll make sure no one ever dares to even look at you’. 

He didn’t give you time to respond. His lips were aching too long for yours. 

‘Tell me I’m yours’, you pulled off the kiss, ‘Need to hear it’. 

Was it insecurity that he saw in your eyes? Or was it fear? 

‘Your mine bunny. No one’s ever going to hurt you again’. 

#mikey x reader #mikey tokyo revengers #mikey x y/n #mikey x you #mikey angst #mikey imagines #manjiro x you #manjiro fluff #manjiro angst #manjirou x reader #manjiro fanart #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #manjiro headcanons #manjiro x y/n #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #mikey kun #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro icons

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My Girl [Chapter 8][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]

Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]

WC: 2.5K

Warning: Age gap, cursing, fighting, smut, angst

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Sun danced on your eyelids, scorching them, and you groaned. Your fingers slammed against the edge of your wood nightstand as you grabbed for your phone, unlocking it to see half a dozen texts piled up in the corner. 

Nat, I screwed up. I’m sorry. Call me please?

Honey, I was wrong to say what I said. Forgive me? 

Ellie had a great time, she can’t stop talking about you. 

Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I miss you. Call me when you get a chance. 

I should have said this last night, but when I was up in the jet, it wasn’t just Ellie on my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how scared I would be to lose you. Nat, you mean the world to me. I need you to know that.

I’m going to drop by in the morning. Rooster and Phoenix are taking Ellie to the farmer’s market. I’ll see you soon. 

You looked at the time. It was almost ten o’clock. He would definitely be there any minute. 

In the bathroom, you rushed to take a shower. There was still soap scum from Ellie’s bath the night before in the tub and you were thinking of how sweet she looked when you had tucked her in when the front doorbell rang. 

You cursed under your breath, pulling on a silk robe and jogging toward the door, flinging it open. Jake held out a coffee and a brown paper pastry bag. 

“Hey baby,” he said softly. 

You had watched him drive away less than twelve hours before, but the man standing in front of you was a different person. The dark under eye circles were gone. He was wearing a clean crewneck sweater and jeans. He was back to the Jake that you knew. The one who opened doors for you and answered your call in one ring. He wasn’t the guy from the night before, the one who had tried to sweep how you felt under the rug. 

“Can I come in?” 

You nodded, stepping to the side and letting him through the doorway. He set the coffee and bag down on the entryway table and you turned to him, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Nat,” he said softly and you hated that you knew you’d forgive him. Just the sound of his voice. The way his eyes searched your face desperately. He was impossible to stay angry with. “Honey, I fucked up.” He stepped closer, reaching out slowly and pressing his hands to your upper arms. When you let him, he stepped in even closer. “You were amazing with Ellie and I put you in a terrible position and I’m so sorry I lashed out at you. I was exhausted and terrified, but that’s not an excuse. Well it is an excuse, but my father always told me nobody wants to hear excuses so here’s the truth.” 

He sucked in a deep breath. 

“I’m in love with you. I think a part of me has been in love with you for a while now. You’re amazing. And it’s clear that Ellie loves you, too. So a part of me is terrified. I know what it’s like to love someone, and to lose them. I couldn’t bear to lose you, Natalie. Maybe last night I was pushing you away because I was scared. But the truth is that I need you. I need you so much that it hurts.” 

His fingers moved to cup your chin and neck, tilting your head up so your eyes met. 

“You don’t have to say it back,” he murmured. “But I need you to know that I am desperately, hopelessly in love with you, Natalie West.” 

Twelve hours before, you had wanted to punch him. And here he was, confessing his love to you. 

It only underscored the one thing that you knew about Jake Seresin. The one thing you had known about him for a while. 

You were ridiculously, utterly, foolishly in love with him. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered and you watched his green eyes light up, a smile stretching over his tanned face. “And I hate that I love you because I’m still mad at you for what you said and how you said it. But this is also the first time we’re saying I love you so please God just kiss me?” 

Jake obeyed immediately, reaching down and pressing his lips to yours, one hand coming out to cup the back of your head, cradling you. You melted into him, letting Jake tug you closer to his chest, wind his free arm around your waist, fingers gripping your back. 

When he pulled away, you saw how serious his face was. 

“Nat, I’m sorry,” he whispered and you could tell he still expected the worst. You had just confessed that you loved him, and yet he was nervous that you were still angry with him. His vulnerability was just another facet that made you love him more. 

You leaned forward, catching his face in your hands, thumbs gently stroking the hair above his ears. “Honey, it’s OK. We’re OK. Let’s just forget the fight, and focus on this. Be in the moment. 

And then you pulled him down for a kiss, pressing your fingers underneath his sweater, hands splayed across his bare chest. You felt Jake moan into your mouth, his hands coming out and grabbing your ass beneath the robe, and then sliding around and slipping down beneath the silky fabric, one large hand cupping your breast. 

All of the sudden, Jake bent down and had you in his arms, never breaking the kiss as he carried you into the bedroom, setting you down gently on the bed. When he pulled back, you slowly untied the ends of your robe, smirking at his facial expression. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, immediately dropping down to his knees on the bed and kissing a wet path from your ankle up your calf to your inner thigh, breath warm as he leaned down and swirled his tongue around your clit. You tipped your head back in an unadulterated moan, which only served to fuel Jake as his tongue slid in figure eights between your legs. 

Your fingers threaded through Jake’s hair, dragging him away from your cunt and he looked up with desperate eyes. “Jake,” you murmured, “need you now.” 

Without hesitation, he stood up, stripping off his sweater and jeans, sliding off his boxer shorts as you shimmied your robe out from underneath you, felt the bed dip with his weight as he leaned in, pressing his lips to the base of your neck. 

He was hard, you could feel him against your thigh, and when you reached out to stroke him Jake moaned against your throat, one of his hands gripping your breast tightly. You pumped his length and Jake shifted until he was directly above you, your legs already wrapping themselves around his tight waist. 

“Please, baby,” you begged and Jake smiled, pushing the hair out of your eyes as he reached down and guided himself into you, gasping as he inched in slowly. 

“Shit,” he whined, closing his eyes as he pressed in deeper and you gasped when he bottomed out, hips rutting into yours, setting a harsh pace. “Fuck, baby, feel so good on my cock.” 

“Jake,” you moaned, fingers scratching down his muscular back, clawing him closer until your chests were pressed together, your ankles crossed over each other, digging into his lower back. “God, fuck!” 

Jake pumped into you harder and your orgasm crashed in waves, but he didn’t let up, not as you were crying out, fingers gripping the bed sheets to your sides. 

And then Jake was moaning your name, almost screaming it, as his hips stuttered and brushed against yours, spilling inside of you, lips kissing your forehead as he pulled out. 

There was an ease to being with Jake. It was evident in the way he ran the shower and stepped into it behind you, running his hands through your hair, massaging the shampoo in as you laughed. It was the way he unloaded the clean dishwasher while you got dressed, and how he immediately wrapped you in his arms and kissed you when you entered the kitchen fully dressed for the day. 

It was even easy when he pulled the Range Rover into the Little Italy farmer’s market, opening the door and taking your hand, weaving you in and out of fruit and vegetable stalls until you spotted Ellie holding Phoenix’s hand in the distance. 

The moment her eyes landed on Jake you watched her face light up, and she immediately took off for him, throwing her arms out as he grabbed her and pulled her into a small twirl before setting her down and pressing his lips to her temple. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he said softly and Ellie looked up at you, smiling widely. 

“Natalie!” she squeaked and you chuckled, bending down and feeling her chubby little hands wrap around your neck. Instinctively almost you picked her up, settling her in your arms as Bradley and Phoenix approached. 

“Hey there,” Bradley said, his eyes darting between Jake and you, and Ellie in your arms. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” Jake turned, his eyes hidden behind his aviator sunglasses. You couldn’t help but be amazed by how effortlessly attractive he looked with the cool winter sun beating down on him. “Thought we’d stop by and see if you three wanted to grab some lunch.” 

“Let’s do it,” Phoenix said, and you saw her and Bradley exchange a look with a raised eyebrow. “Elmo’s?” 

Ellie squealed with glee and Bradley held out his arms, wiggling his fingers and she reached for him. He pulled her in closely, her legs wrapping around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder as he turned. “Meet you guys there.” 

Elmo’s was an institution, an old school diner on the outskirts of the city. At the table, Jake leaned over, one elbow on the formica top, as Ellie ran her hands along the sticky laminated menu. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?” he asked softly. “Pancakes or eggs?” 

She looked up at you. “I want to split my pancakes with Natalie.” 

All eyes at the table turned to you. You grinned. “I love pancakes.” 

“Chocolate chip!”

“The best kind.” 

Her face lit up. When the waiter came around, she proudly ordered the chocolate chip pancakes and pointed at you saying they were to share. Phoenix took her to the bathroom to wash her hands as a waitress came around to pour coffee. 

“That’s a big deal,” Bradley said, taking a sip of coffee, milk dotting his mustache before he wiped it clean. 

“What is?” you asked. 

He nodded his head at the empty seat. “Her wanting to share her pancakes. She doesn’t like to share breakfast food. She’s kind of a pig.” 

“Hey!” Jake said and Bradley laughed, which he returned. It was hard to imagine they were once enemies, as Bradley had put it. They seemed almost like brothers in their familiarity and comfort. Jake turned to you. “He’s right though. She adores you.” 

You laid your hand on his on top of the table. “I adore her.” And you meant it. Jake could see it in your eyes and the way you looked at Elie as she and Phoenix returned to the table. 

What you missed was the way Bradley’s gaze tugged on your own, eyes darting between you and Jake, the open way that you kept your hands intertwined on the tabletop. 

How when the waiter set down the pancakes you carefully cut Ellie’s into pieces for her, laughing as she accidentally smeared melted chocolate on the corner of her mouth. 

Bradley watched as you seamlessly held out your hand for Ellie as you left the restaurant, shielding her behind you in the parking lot from oncoming traffic. The way you brushed hair out of Jake’s eyes and smiled up at him as he spoke. 

Bradley watched with a gentle curiosity at the way the three of you fit together like missing pieces of a puzzle. 

You didn't know it, but he was waiting with bated breath for the other shoe to drop. 

Back at Jake’s, you spent the rest of the day doing an art project with Ellie, and hanging out on the swingset. Ellie played in her room quietly as you and Jake moved around each other in the kitchen preparing dinner. 

And after dinner, much like the night she had spent at your house, you watched a movie on the couch with Ellie and then Jake carried her to her room once she had fallen asleep on the plush sofa. 

“Nat?” Jake appeared in the kitchen doorway where you were washing the bowls from the popcorn you had devoured during the movie. 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you stay?” he asked and you looked up in surprise. You had never stayed the night. Even the time that Ellie had asked, during that fateful Sunday night dinner when you read her a bedtime story, you had begged off, pretending to have an early morning the next day. It felt like a line you hadn’t been ready to cross. Not just letting Jake see you in the morning, although he had gotten a glimpse of that in Napa. Staying the night in his house, in the room he had shared with Lizzie, with Ellie just down the hall, felt much more real than you had been ready for. 

Then again, saying I love you felt like it had changed the dynamic of everything. 

“If you want to,” he added. Jake crossed the kitchen and slipped his arms around you. “I just want you to be here when I wake up. I want to make you coffee and hold you in my arms and start my day with you next to me.” 

“How could I say no to that?” you murmured, lifting onto your tiptoes and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Take me to bed, lieutenant.” 

Jake took your hand and led you upstairs. Ellie’s room was three doors down, but you were still quiet as Jake undressed you and laid you down on the bed, making love to you quietly and gently, making sure to cover your mouth with his to absorb your moans. 

You fell asleep in Jake’s arms, a sliver of moonlight streaming in from beneath the blinds, illuminating his perfect face as he slept on his back, arm slung across your bare chest. 

And just as you started to sink down into the bed, close your eyes, let sleep overtake you, Jake’s dream-filled whisper filled the air and stopped your heart. 

“Lizzie,” he murmured in his sleep, arm tightening across your chest, fingers digging into your skin, pulling you closer in his sleep. He nuzzled into your bare shoulder. 

For a moment, you froze. And then you rolled over, so if he woke up, Jake wouldn’t be able to see the tears streaming down your face. 

Your worst fear had just come true. 

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A/N: I am SORRY for the pain at the end!!

#jake hangman imagine #jake hangman fic #jake seresin #hangman fanfiction #hangman x oc #jake seresin x oc #jake seresin smut #jake seresin fluff #my girl #hangman series #series

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 25: Dark x Reader(Fem) -continuation of Day 24- You Are Enough

Summary: Dark came home a bit broken from a conversation and fight with Time. He started talking like he was going to tell you to leave, but you were tired of people telling you how to live your life.

Word count: 1,457

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The afternoon was calm outside of you looking like a crackhead playing a video game, or at least that’s what Dark says you look like when fighting boss levels: your tongue sticks out, eyes wide and both legs bouncing. With two days off in a row you took the opportunity to hang out with Dark and the fur babies, catching up on the newest game that came out a few months ago.

Dark had left before you got up to talk over the case mentioned the other day, but that was in the morning and you were still waiting for him six hours later. He wasn’t responding to his texts or calls and if it were too dangerous, he would turn his phone off by now. It was concerning. Even the fluff balls in your lap were getting worried. You were just about to call Time when the front door creaked open and Dark walked in.

The fur babies bolted towards him and it was then that you saw his knuckles. They were beaten up, freshly… Shit.

Pausing everything, you stood to greet your handsome boyfriend like usual, but he wouldn't look at you, jacket hood pulled far enough over his face that you couldn't see anything more than his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?" You reached for him, but he took your wrist in hand, slowly lowering it.

"I'm fine." He whispered.

Tisking, you tried again. "Please tell me, what happened today? Why aren't you answering your phone?"

The light caught his face as he walked past you. On impulse you ripped his hood off, revealing his busted lip, cut cheek and swollen eye. "What- who did this to you?"

"Doesn't matter." Again he wouldn’t let you touch him. “He was right anyway.”

Following him to the breakfast table the confusion kept building. “Who is he and right about what?”

“Big brother Time and I had a talk about you and he was right, even though I hate it to ever admit that he is right.” Your heart sank as he continued. “He said that you are too good for me, that you are wasting your time and life on me. Said that you have lowered your standards to a criminal and it tarnishes how people will see you day to day and with a badge on. He said you could do so much better than scum like me and you can. You could walk out my door and there's a whole world for you to conquer and a future that will lead you to your dreams.”

Dark started to walk away again, saying, “I want you to have the life you deserve and I can’t give you that life, not like this. I’m not enough to do that.” He pointed at the ankle monitor, then the space around him.

Your anger was starting to boil to the surface. “So now you two are deciding my life for me without asking what the hell I want to do with it?”

Dark huffed, “Maybe someone should if you are going to make foolish choices like be with me and-”

“Shut up!” You shoved Dark backwards to the wall that was right behind him. You were too short to do what you wanted to do. “Stay put!” You took pleasure in his wide eyed expression. You came back with a step stool and tossed it at his feet.

“Are you too sawed-off for -”

“I said zip it!” Stepping up onto the stool you were still a bit short, but you slapped both palms to the wall on either side of his head dramatically, pinning him there.

“Did you really just Kabedon me?”

“That is besides the point right now.” Gods you didn’t want to laugh at how silly this looked and he was making that stupid smug face when you did cute things. Ass… “Time nor you get to tell me how I feel or how I should do things in my life, I do. I don’t care what other people may think because we aren’t their business. If Time is so damn worried, he can talk to me like a fucking adult and not beat up my boyfriend. I choose who I want to be with and I chose someone who would give up the world for me and not give me up for the world. Someone who passed no judgment on me from the beginning, that always makes sure that I don’t go without and that I am safe even when my job literally puts me in the line of fire.”

You had to take a breath and it was then that you saw how his eyes softened, shoulders no longer tense and his ears relaxed. “We could go to the next Gala in the castle, filled with people that hate you and slow dance in the center of everyone and still stand tall because it’s not about them, it’s about us. You are not scum, a waste, a bad decision, a fling, or some other cruel nonsense my brother or the world can call you. I don’t love you because you fight my demons, but because you dance with them perfectly. You are perfect and I don’t want to be anywhere else in the world other than right here.”

Dark’s eyes were glistening and he had an expression that you couldn’t read properly. You thought maybe you said something wrong, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His eyes searched yours, hands slowly coming up to cup both of your cheeks, thumb caressing the soft skin under your eyes. He pulled your face closer, meeting you in the middle and kissed you with such urgency. He had only kissed you like that once before and it was when your radio went silent (yes he listened to a police scanner like an old fart to make sure you were safe) after an explosion in your district followed by a showdown of gun fire. He had been terrified and was in the process of cutting his anklet to go search for you himself, but you walked through his door before he could. He swept you off your feet, hugging you tight before checking to see if you were injured, but you only had a few scratches and a stitched up graze. His lips found your in a fierce, fear filled kiss that said more than words ever could about how much he truly loved you.

Now he was kissing you with the same energy as then and it made your chest tighten with emotions that wanted to spill over like the single tear that fell from his eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning more into him. You grabbed your rear and picked you up, kicking the stool as far away as he could. Unfortunately you couldn’t hold your laugh back with that one and he joined in on it.

“So, where does that lead us to now?” You asked as you stroked a few strands of his hair.

“A shower, it leads us to a shower.”

He gently placed you on your feet inside the glass walled shower, kissing along your chest and shoulders, taking turns on washing each other. The feeling of his calloused and warm hands being so tender made your body go placid.

He turned you around, cool shower wall sending a shiver through your body as he guided you to lean against it. He lifted your leg up to sit your foot on the shower's single wall seat. He dragged his fingers back up from your knee to your center, curling his fingers in to stroke along your sex. His fingers then dipped inside with no resistance. It was alluring to have him leisurely work you up to the point of being needily begging.

His hand pulled away from you and you could feel his cock slip between your legs, full length rubbing along your fold until he tilted his hips, pressing firmly into you until your body let him in. you gasped and moaned feeling him fill you up to the max.

His hands covered yours at the top of the shower while he thrusted in over and over. Your mind was mush and body at his will. When you started to relax too much to stand, he held you to his chest, not once stopping the pleasure building in your core. Feeling his breath on your neck you turned your head to capture his lips and tangled your fingers in his wet hair.

Breaking from the kiss he looked into your eyes once more, saying, “Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never… You are more than enough for me.”

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #dark x reader #some fluff #Reader is gonna kick Time's ass!!

[lizhly-writes]

welp. another weird au for you.

Dinner tonight was healthier than what Chen Lihua would grab on her own, but then again, dinner was always healthier when her brother was in charge. He was always better about eating well. Eating poorly, according to him, would mean that they’d have less energy to beat the shit out of people who were bothering them, which, well. Fair point.

“Eat more,” Chen Liwei said irritably, dumping a heaping portion of tomato eggs into her rice bowl. “You normally eat more than this, what’s wrong with you? Do you suddenly hate my cooking now? Hey, are you sick?”

Chen Lihua swallowed down the absolute first thing she wanted to say --- stop fussing, you’re never going to be Mom --- and instead said, “I’m just thinking, it’s not like I’m not eating at all.

“I didn’t know that you could think,” Chen Liwei sniped.

“I’m just thinking,” Chen Lihua repeated, “that we need to kill Shang Chun.”

Chen Liwei paused, halfway through bringing a teacup to his mouth. Deliberately, he set it down with a soft click. “Why are we killing Shang Chun?”

Shang Chun was one of their coworkers at the absurdly nice fancy restaurant that they worked at. A decent worker that got good tips because he was good at sweet-talking the rich people that ate there. Chen Lihua and Chen Liwei had both been annoyed by it --- both the groveling and by how well it actually worked. What was his secret into groveling his way into luxury? They’d both like to know, and Chen Lihua would absolutely try to smile her way into getting the answer if Shang Chun wasn’t scum.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you,” she said.

Chen Liwei scoffed. “If we killed everybody who looked at us weird, we’d be alone on this planet.”

This was true. A lot of people gave them weird looks. This was because they tended to have very strong opinions upon meeting either of the Chen twins. Unnaturally so, Chen Lihua had thought. She had spent some time wondering if they were cursed by the universe. Their relationships… never turned out great.

Speaking of which.

“Shang Chun likes you,” Chen Lihua said.

It was obvious enough. Longing looks, that eager way he stood to attention whenever Chen Liwei needed something. Shang Chun, out of all their coworkers, hung around Chen Liwei the most. He actually tried talking to Chen Liwei on a regular basis, despite the obvious downsides of Chen Liwei’s entire personality, and the one time he’d said something funny enough to make Chen Liwei laugh, Shang Chun had spent the rest of the day looking like he’d achieved nirvana.

It would be cute, if the Chen twins weren’t the Chen twins.

‘Like?’ That was too neutral of an emotion. ‘Love?’ As if they were that lucky.

There was no such thing as a happy ending for the Chen twins. Six years of disaster had taught them well.

“The fuck are you talking about,” Chen Liwei said, and then, a little more thoughtfully, “hmm.”

“And that’s why we have to kill him,” Chen Lihua said. “Before he starts with the crazy.”

It was nice being liked. Being loved, for a short while. People could be sweet, when they wanted to be, all beautiful words and gentle touches. It felt good, having someone think you were important, precious, the best thing in the world.

And then it would go horribly wrong.

Chen Liwei took it harder than Chen Lihua. For all that Chen Lihua was outwardly nicer, it was Chen Liwei that was the optimist. Chen Lihua found silver linings; it was a different thing than having hope. For all that he bitched, there was still that little tiny part of him that hoped things would be better. It was, oh, maybe about 2% of him, that hoped that maybe this time would be different --- that maybe their newest suitor wouldn’t turn into an obsessive maniac or die a horrible death.

It had never happened so far. Chen Liwei got so angry whenever people disappointed him like this. He was losing hope. Chen Lihua wished he would lose it quicker; the more he hoped, the more he was setting himself up for disappointment.

You took what the universe gave you. If it was some infatuated fool longing for their company for a few months, fine --- enjoy the attention while you could, and sharpen your axe for when it started going bad.

After all, the only people the Chen twins could ever trust were each other.

“Murder is illegal,” Chen Liwei said, one corner of his mouth turning down. He’d been fond of Shang Chun. Chen Lihua had been fond of Shang Chun, too, but she’d known better than to get attached.

“Aw, did you like him back,” Chen Lihua jeered, and ducked when he swatted at her head.

“Shut up, who likes who?” Chen Liwei snapped. “Fucking as if.”

“Getting so worked up when I say we need to kill him,” Chen Lihua said.

Chen Liwei snorts. “What, you've got a plan?”

“I’m just saying. It’s only illegal if we get caught.”

#transmigrated as the female lead's villain fiance: the chen twins #chen lihua #original yang haoran #my writing

[oinkinpigprince]

Osomatsusan older sibling headcanons!!!!!

In this the sibling is still in highschool, lol(I’m in high school, I want out I’m boutta go bonkers)

Osomatsu

This little shit, he tries so hard to be the respectable older brother. But you know damn well he’s a little scum bag

Gives really bad dating advice, like he knows what he’s talking about. You listen to him and you got yourself a one way ticket to a restraining order

Tries to help you with homework n shit but, he’s secretly illiterate and can’t do long division. He tries his best

If you ask him to do your homework though and you get a low grade, he’ll be so fucking offended. Probably go down to the school himself to complain

DONT THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR A BABY HE WONT BE A DICK TO YOU

He makes fun of you so fucking hard, it won’t matter if you’re turning 18 in 2 days he’ll come up to you like “ew who left this ugly deformed baby here, get out you stupid little baby!!!”

He isn’t allowed to pick you up from anywhere, you had to walk in the rain cause he forgot you existed lol

This has happened more then once

He worked his ass off to repay you each time though, he’ll spend all the yen he earn to make you forgive him

Genuinely does care for you and if you bring someone home, he’ll pull the scary big brother act. Doesn’t matter your gender or your partners gender. He needs to show them who they’re gonna have to deal with >:((

Karamatsu

Karamatsu is SO FUCKING EMBARRASSING, YOU CANT GO ANYWHERE WITH HIM

Pray to god he never sees you hanging out with friends, he’ll unintentionally embarrass the hell out of you

You two locked eyes and you knew damn and well it was over for you

“Is that my dearest baby sibling? Oh and they have company! My dearest angel baby sibling may I accompany thee to make sure no one gives you any trouble”

“Karamatsu I’m fucking 17” “nonsense, I know you have trouble speaking up for yourself so allow me to! My darling baby sibling”

He just wants to make sure his dearest darling angel baby sweetest little sibling is okay and doesn’t get hurt

Actually very sweet, and just wants you to know you’re loved and cared for. He’s probably the best one to come to if you’re having problems

He probably will cry if you struggle with insecurities and self doubt, you’re so cool how fucking could you >:((

If you wanna explore your style him and Todomatsu are your guys. He’d probably love dolling you up in his flashy clothing

The rest of the brothers make fun of you, but the happiness in Karamatsu’s eyes seeing his baby sibling indulge in his wacky clothing sense makes it worth it

Cannot fathom you doing ANYTHING wrong, he could watch you smoke crack out of a pipe and he’s just like “lol, what cool magic tricks my dearest sibling does!”

Will fight tooth and nail for you, even if you’re in the wrong

“Hey (y/n)! You took my fucking donut”

“how could you even fathom them doing something so stupid they would never!”

“Lol i totally did”

“. . . My dear baby sibling once again, taking the blame so their elder brothers don’t have to fight! Taking on the burden of keeping us from tearing each other apart! Truly remarkable!”

Choromatsu

Mother hen!! Smothers you a lot to make sure you’re doing fine and you’re getting enough sleep, food, and water(I think he just likes the authority he gets over you)

If you’re a shut in he’ll take you on walks around the park and maybe buy you a little treat, to make sure you don’t shrivel away in the dark

Has beaten osomatsu and Karamatsu’s asses for doing your home work for you. Makes you do it yourself but guides you to the right answer

Probably pressures you into taking higher classes, joining clubs, and other things. Wants you to he successful and well rounded so you aren’t stuck like him and the other brothers

If you are also into idols he is ECSTATIC, if he wants to share his interests and hobbies with anyone it’s YOU

Actually loves listening to the music you enjoy, even if it’s death metal or rap. He’ll indulge in it to get closer to you.

You and him have lazy days where you watch magical girl shows like salior moon or madoka

Hassles you on your friends and what they’re like, doesn’t care for drama but likes to keep tabs on the types of crowds you’re in

If you get sick, it’s fucking over for you. Will not let you out of bed for a hurricane, will make you sleep in that bad and take all of the gross medicines that make you feel sicker than before

Ichimatsu

Doesn’t actually talk to you much, he loves you and all but just kinda tries and hides from you at home

He feels like a total fuck up, and hates the idea of you seeing him as a useless bag of garbage

Ichimatsu though does like watching you grow up, when he sees you out with friends he can’t help but tear up a little

Seeing you so happy with your friends makes him feel all warm and fuzzy, he just hope you’re being true to yourself unlike him

He totally goes to fuck it up though, 100% he spots you with your friends and decides ‘I’m gonna ruin this precious moment’ strolls up like “you kids ever heard of goatse?”

You have to SCREECH at him before he scares off your friends, he thinks it’s so fucking funny the way you try and claw at his face to give him to shut up

“You ever heard of this thing called un-bir-” “OMFG GO AWAY YOU CHRONICALLY ONLINE TROLL!!!!!”

Absolute bastard, he knows it pisses you off

Sometimes though, he’ll bring you a random cat and just kinda, hand it to you. You have to pet it, it’s the law, you have to listen to your big brother, he’ll call the fuckin, pet the cat, don’t make him call the police on you

He’s the reason why you cannot tell your brothers if you’re going on a date, he’ll find you, and when he does. You might as well have cancel the date and faked your own death and move to Russia

Scares the shit out of you and your partner, you and your partner are sitting at a cute cafe and he just sits right next to your partner and stares so intensely, unblinking

It doesn’t end until your partner leaves, mission success. Doesn’t even say goodbye just leaves

Jyushimatsu

Makes you play baseball with him, he’s the reason you can pitch a perfect throw

Wants to be around you constantly, and knows exactly how to make you smile and laugh, and abuses it horribly

He’s actually one of the sweetest brothers, he’ll try and help you with EVERYTHING, doesn’t matter if he’s any good

Would really want you to join a sport but if you end up being more into the arts he’s just as happy

He still thinks of you as a little baby so when you mention anything about highschool or normal teenage activities hes Just Like “BUT YOURE LIKE 3?!” “JYUSHI IM FUCKING 18”

Jyushimatsu had no perception of time, you’re 3 years old forever, sorry

Him and Choromatsu bring you out a lot, especially if you don’t go out he’ll drag you to do activities, and he gets creative

He’ll pick you up and go “ewwww, look at this stinky baby, let’s throw it back in the dumpster”

Jyushimatsu never lets you over work yourself, every time he sees you even remotely stressed he is ON IT, he’ll octopus wrestle you onto the floor for a nap, no escape

Jyushi also is probably the most ride or die person you will meet, if you told him you kicked a yakuza member in the balls and stole their money and contraband he’ll just nod and say “okay, let me go get my bat” and help you dismantle the entire crime district just so you don’t get hurt

But usually he’ll just drive you to target to go replace a vase you broke

Todomatsu

You’re his only sibling, he only has a younger sibling and he will die on that fact

Todomatsu will often take you out to drink coffee and take pictures, he loves spending time with you almost as much as Jyushimatsu and buys you tones of cute clothes

He loves playing dress up w/ you, especially if you’ll let him dress you up really girly

He’ll grab you and use you to pick up chicks too, playing the perfect big brother role. He acts so sweet but you know it’s a slimey little act

Todo constantly asks who your favorite brother is, kicking his legs up trying to look cute. God forbid you say anyone but him, he once refused to talk to you for a week cause you said someone else

“ WELL WHY DONT YOU GO ASK YOUR FAAAAV BROTHER THEN!!”

He is really cuddly though, you’re having a bad day and just wanna relax go to him. He’ll get you some snacks and put on a movie and you two will just sit under a blanket and talk shit about the other people at your high school

He also loooves the Highschool drama, he will sit you down and buy you coffee just for the chance to judge a bunch of children’s morality choices and also spend time with you. Friend drama? Class drama? Some kid almost died from alcohol poisoning in math class? He’s all ears

Todomatsu will also tell you about all of the shit he use to get into during his highschool year (he’s totally not lying or really did happen you have to believe him)

When it comes to dating he actually have some decent advice but also complains, how can you get bitches and he can’t?! It’s not fair he’s cuter than you!!

You feel so loved in this house

#osomatsu san headcanons #Osomatsu Matsumoto #Osomatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Karamatsu Matsumoto #Karamatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Choromatsu Matsumoto #Choromatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Ichimatsu Matsumoto #Ichimatsu Matsumoto headcanons #Jyushimatsu Matsumoto #jyushimatsu Matsumoto​ headcanons #Todomatsu Matsumoto headcanons #osomatsu san

[astrronomemes]

MISFITS: EPISODE ONE STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the premiere episode of Misfits. change & alter as needed.

“There are people out there who think you’re scum. You have an opportunity to show them they’re wrong.”

“Are you looking to get stabbed?”

“I’ll rip out your throat, and shit down your neck!”

“Don’t act like you know me, ’cause you don’t.”

“This is a chance to network with other young offenders. We should be swapping tips! Brainstorming!”

“I tried to burn someone’s house down.”

“Okay, so I’m a little bit freaked out.”

“We should be dead.”

“You’d know all about being mental.”

“Hey, [name], how’s tricks? How’s the herpes?”

“What if she thinks I’m shit in bed? She’s been with loads more people than I have!”

“Why would anybody want to kill us?”

“Something’s happening to me.”

“What, you don’t want to hear about my anus?”

“Oh, and who’s gonna believe you, eh? You’re nothing.”

“It’s a shame more women don’t commit crime.”

“Face it, man, it’s gonna happen. It always does. It’s biology! ...Or physics. One of those.”

“That stuff will shrivel your dick.”

“Don’t puke in my car. Do not puke in my car.”

“Have you been sniffing glue?”

“Of course I think it’s bullshit! You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that!”

“This just gets better by the second.”

“Maybe he’s on crystal meth. I mean, that stuff makes you crazy. My friend [name] did it, she nearly shagged her own brother—and he’s really ugly.”

“Well... I’m no doctor, but... you see the way the back of his head is caved in like that?”

“It doesn’t matter what we tell them! They’ll say we’re lying!”

“If there’s no body, there’s no crime.”

“I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I cannot be a freak.”

“Probably best to keep that kind of thing between you and your internet service provider.”

“Do you actually believe that, or are you just really dumb?”

“What if we’re meant to be, like, superheroes?”

“In what kind of fucked-up world would that be allowed to happen?”

#rp meme #roleplay meme #rp starters #roleplay starters #dialogue prompts #rp memes #roleplay memes #sentence memes #sentence starters

[casp1an-sea]

Star Wars But Batter Part 4

here’s the link to the master post so you can get part one: Master post

because I’m releasing till we meet Han and I’m still bored

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(Another time skip bc I don’t care about imperial bs. I don’t even remember what they were talking about. All I know is Vader choked someone for calling the force weak. Now back to Luc and obi-wan who had to stop in front of a Jawa sand crawler that was in the path. They look at the remains of the dead Jawas)

Luc: Well then, guess the sand people had an argument.

Obi-wan: no not sand people-

Luc: :O Are you saying that I'm wrong?

Obi-wan: These blast points are much too accurate. Must be Storm troopers.

Luc: (muebles) Then I guess you haven’t met a stormtrooper! (See’s tracs of giant alien lizards that the stormtrooper AKA Sand troopers ride) Oh this was done by Sand Troopers!

Obi-wan: Exactly

Luc: No you said stormtroopers so I’m still right. Wait, these are the same Jawas we bought 3PO and R2 from… MY AUNT AND UNCLE! (Hops in their spider driving home as fast as possible and leaving the others behind. When Luc arrives their home is smoking and 2 shriveled burnt skeletons lay at the door.)

Luc: Damn okay then empire, you really know how to make friends don’t you.

(Another time skip because I don’t care about Vader’s torture kink. Back to the human BBQ)

Ben: (Somehow arriving just after Luke even though he had to walk Woah maybe he used that once in a lifetime force super speed???) There was nothing you could have done luc.

Luc: Well I guess I don’t have any stuff to do now. I’ll join your cult or whatever, nothing keeping me here now.

(They ride in the speeder for a bit till they get to a huge city Luc’s never been too)

Obi-wan: Welcome to Mos Eisley spaceport, a wretched hive of scum and villainy!

Luc: If it’s that bad why would you take me here.

Obi-wan: Because there’s bound to be a pilot who can take us to Alderaan here.

Luc: I’m sure there are less sketchy pilots in other cities though?

Obi-wan: I’m kind of broke

Luc: -_-

(They drive through mos eisley and are stopped by stormtroopers)

Trooper: How long have you had these droids

Luc: Long time, what's it to you!

Obi-wan: They’re on sale if you want them.

3PO: oh dear

Trooper: (To luc) Let me see your identification

Obi-wan: (Moves his hand around) You don’t need to see their identifications

Trooper: We don’t need to see their identification.

Other trooper: What the Hell Larry?!

Obi-wan: Move along

Trooper: Move along

Other trooper: You are so fired

(They drive away and head into town and enter the largest cantina)

Bartender: (Sees 3PO and R2) We don’t serve their kind here!

Luc: Uh that’s kinda droidist.

Bartender: Get them out!

Luc: N-

3PO: Don’t bother Sir Lucifer, me and R2 will stand outside.

Luc: Okay if that’s what you want.

(3PO and R2 go outside and Obi-wan and Luc go up to the bar)

Walrus man: (Walks up and pokes Luc’s shoulder) Negola dewaghi wooldugger?!?

Luc: Hey don’t touch me that’s harassment!

Dr. Evasan: (Comes up behind Walrus man) He doesn’t like you!

Luc: That’s his problem

Dr. Evasan: I don’t like you either

Luc: And that’s your problem, (Turns away)

Dr. Evasan: (Grabs Luc’s shoulder pulling back) You better watch yourself! We’re wanted men. I ha-

Luc: Have you seen this place?  I’m pretty sure everyone here is wanted.

Dr. Evasan: Are you mocking me?

Luc: No, (Mocking him) Are you mocking me? That’s mocking you.

(Pondo Baba suddenly grabs Luc and throws them over a table. He draws a blaster leveling it with Luc’s head)

Droidist Bartender: NO BLASTERS!

(Obi-wan ignites his lightsaber and, like the savage he is, cuts off Pondo’s blaster arm for virtually no reason. (“From my point of view the jedi are evil”))

(The wookie that had been talking to Obi-wan walks away to a table in the back)

Obi-wan (To look bc apparently everyone is just ignoring what happened)(Points at the wookie) That was Chewbacca, He’s first mate on a ship that might suit our needs.

Luc: Are we Just gonna ignore what just happened?

Obi-wan: We should follow him. (Walks after Chewie)

Luc: Well then I guess we are. (Mumbles to themself) Good Job Luc not only you’ve been inducted into a cult, it’s a violent cult… Hm, maybe I can take it over.

(Meanwhile 3PO is outside complaining to R2 bc I mean does he ever do anything else?)

(They walk up to a table in the back corner of  the room. A guy is sitting there with his elbows very rudely on the table. Like seriously manners, this is a quality  joint!)

(Did I mention that the whole time live music has been playing. Live Jiz played by the galacticly famous band, Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes. Anyway back to the Guy)

Han: Han Solo, I’m captain of the Millennium Falcon-

Luc: What the Hell is a Falcon.

Han: No Idea, but she’s my ship now. Anyway, Chewie tells me you’re looking for passage to Alderan.

Obi-wan: Yes, If it’s a fast ship.

Han: Fast ship? Fast Ship?! Have you ever heard of the Millennium Falcon?

Luc: (Muebles) Obviously Not

Han: She made the Kessel Run in less than 12 Parsecs!

Luc: Parsecs is distance so how does that tell us your ship is fast?

Han: They don’t measure the Kessel Run in time kid.

Luc: Mhm, still doesn’t change my point.

Han: (Grumbles) She’s outrun imperial starships, and not the little ones mind you. I’m talking about big Corellian ships!

Luc: See that’s a better sales pitch

(Chewbacca laughs and Han glares at him)

(Side note: This dynamic is gonna be way more hostile now bc not Only Leia will be constantly bashing Han for everything Luc will as well. Fun!)

Han: Don’t tell me how to do my job kid!

Luc: (Mumbles just loud enough for him) I could do it better… loser.

Han: I’m very close to shooting you in the mouth! (Turns to Obi-wan) What’s the damn cargo already lets just get this over with.

Obi-wan: Me, the child, 2 droids, and no questions asked.

Han: Oh this just gets better doesn’t it, you guys are criminals or something?

Luc: Aren’t you a criminal?

Han: Shut up or the deal is off!

(Luc smiles smugly to themself)

Obi-wan: Let’s just say we’d like to avoid any imperial entanglements

Luc: Isn’t it more sus to be riding with someone who’s a criminal and most likely also wanted by the em-

Han: (Ignores Luc) So that’s the trick isn’t it? Well it’s gonna cost you extra… 10,000 credits.

Luc: Hmmm, I could buy a small ship with that… are you worth a small ship? I’m thinking no.

(Han is about to say something but Obi-wan cuts him off)

Obi-wan: We’ll give you 2,000 now and 15 once we reach Alderan.

Han: (Smiles) 17,000? You guys really must be desperate. Deal! Meat me in docking bay 94. Also you guys should probably get going I think someone’s interested in the old man’s handy work. (Gestures towards some stormtroopers coming into the bar)

Luc: Or we could Just kill them all.

Obi-wan: That’s not the Jedi way.

Luc: I’m no Jedi!

(Obi-wan slinks out the back door and Luc reluctantly follows)

(Outside of the cantina)

Obi-wan: We’ll have to sell your speeder.

Luc: What if I don’t want to

Obi-wan: Do you want to get to alderaan?

Luc: No not really

Obi-wan: What will you do here? And if you leave will you ever need your spreader?

Luc: Yeah that's fair, fine , we can sell it.

(Back in the Bar at Han’s table. A green alien ignoring the no blaster rule walks up with the blaster aimed at Han as Han begins to get up)

Greedo: Going somewhere Solo? (All of greedo’s quotes are translated from his native language Rodian)

Han: (Sits back down) Yes, Greedo. As a matter of fact, I was just going to see your boss. Tell Jabba that I’ve got his money.

Greedo: It’s too late. You should have paid him when you had the chance. Jabba’s put a price on your head, so large that every bounty hunter in the galaxy will be after you. I’m lucky I found you first.

Han: You flatter me, but this time I got the money.

Greedo: If you give it to me I might forget I found you.

Han: I’m not stupid, besides I don’t have it on me right now. Tell Jabba-

Greedo: Jabba’s through with you. He has no time for smugglers who drop their shipments at the first sign of an imperial cruiser.

Han: Even I get boarded sometimes. Do you think I had a choice?

(Han slowly reaches for his gun under the cover of the table)

Greedo: You can tell Jabba that. He may only take your ship.

Han: Over my dead body!

Greedo: That’s the idea. I’ve been looking forward to killing you for a long time!

Han: Yeah, I’ll bet you have! (Han shoots before Greedo can pull his trigger, because Han always shoots first, and kills greedo.)

(Han stands up and walk towards the door going to meet Chewie at docking bay 94 he flips a coin onto the counter in front of the bartender)

Han: Sorry for the mess

(Time skipping over boring imperial conversations and selling spreaders and R2 finding out how doors work)

(Obi-wan and luc enter docking bey 91 where Han and Obi-wan are waiting)

Luc: (Looks at the falcon) What a piece of Junk. (That’s og luke’s quote but I thought it worked.)

(“The tall figure of han solo comes down the boarding ramp” why does the og script have to word it like this)

Han: She’ll make point five beyond lightspeed. She may not look much but she’s got it where it counts, Kid. I’ve added some special modifications myself.

Luc: (Grimaces) I can tell you’re not an artist then.

Han: (Rolls his eyes) Do me a favor and don’t talk to me till we get to Alderan.

Luc: Hm, no!

Han: Ugh let’s just get a move on… (Stormtroopers run into the hanger) LIKE NOW! (Begins shooting at the troopers as he waits for the others to get onto the falcon)

(As soon as everyone is in Chewie lifts off as Han shoots at the troopers from the boarding ramp and runs inside at last second as the ramp lifts. He runs towards the cockpit)

Han: Let’s punch it chewie!

(As soon as they get out of the atmosphere the ship hops into lightspeed)

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#Star Wars but better #star wars au #star wars #a new hope #Xe.Lu.Le :)

[enkisstories]

Alone in the lab, Ben’s anger slowly abates. This is a somewhat new experience for the one, who is Kylo Ren no longer. Back in his days of courting the Dark Side, he’d demolished the botany lab and with that probably sabotaged the mission for good. But now Ben takes a step back to reflect on what has led to him being angry.

What if the others are right? What if there are still traces of Palpatine's influence in my mind, steering my actions and very thoughts towards things I wouldn’t do or think without those remnants?

Echos of a voice that got stilled. Faint imprints on... what was Hux calling it again? Blotting paper, was it?

The dark side could be more suble than calling Hey, kid, here's power, want some?.

Be still, voices! Make room for better things!

Be gone, dark notions! Let this mind be filled with meaningful ideas!

It is said to be careful what to ask for. Ben's ability to modify the world around him through the force may be diminished, but it hasn't left him. And his new kyber crystal comes from Batuu, from the same batch Koi Squad had gotten theirs. They are linked and through that link now snippets of memories that their owners maybe already have forgotten flood Ben:

The boy? You can’t have him! - No, I meant that he isn’t mine. I’m only his nanny. - Please don’t take him! I’ll get in trouble! I... Please!

Hux? No, I’ve seen those waves before, that’s Mua Pel’am... Must be Finn’s memory, then.

You better be nice to me! My grandfather is an evil, evil man, who will do evil, evil things to you, if you are mean to me!

Rey, no doubt. What a prissy little princess she had been!

Dad! Dad! I painted us going fishing together! Here's you and here's me and here's General Rax, how he's slicing open a real big fish!

You DREW that, not PAINTED. At least keep the terms straight, if you can't do it right!

Uh, no way I will look at a childhood drawing of Hux'. Next, please.

One day a prince will come, I just know it! And he will fall into quicksand and I will rescue him and we will live together happily ever after.

Rey again, this time much sadder. What's wrong with me that I cannot even fall into quicksand at the right time and place?

Woosh! Woosh! I’m Lord Vader and will sweep you rebel scum from the earth!

Haha, rein in your fathiers, Eight-Seven! There is no need to pretend to be someone else. You already are a soldier of the First Order! That is something to be proud of.

Young Finn again. Getting scolded for pretend play, one of the most natural things children do. It’s sickening.

Have you ever played, uh, Blind Sabacc?

Dameron. As a teen. At least I hope he's already a teen, that little pervert.

The little girl steps up to the gallows. Of the people gathered in two rows left and right, some scowl, but many smile.

Little Tico? About to get hanged? But I know she grew up, so she will get pardoned any moment! She will...

The little girl reaches out and confidently pulls a metal ball hanging from the gallow back. Then she releases it - and under the gallow, eight out of nine pins fall.

Phew. It's just an old fashioned game of skill! And I already feared the worst.

Bip-bip bip-bip beep-beep!

You got the rhythm down pat, little buddy, but to really sing, you'll also need to change the pitch. Like this: All my little duck-lings!

Dameron again, but this memory feels different, as if belonging to someone else. And I see him from about seventy centimeters above the ground. Am I watching a memory of BB-8's? Wait, what, does that mean the little scoundrel pocketed a kyber crystal from the cave? I wonder what color it is...

I’m happy to announce that I decided on parents for Finn and that they are not from the Star Wars canon.

#ben solo #kylo ren #armitage hux #rose tico #finn fn 2187 #poe dameron #bb-8 #sims4journeytobatuu #star wars #batuu #simblr #battleforbatuu6 #newstarwarssims

[angelica-takach]

Rich fragrance - Bella Poarch.

I recommend listening to perfume by nct dojaejung whilst reading this one.

Warnings!// Smut, Dom! Reader, Bratty Sub! Bella, pet names, pussy eating, fingering, over simulation, Alcohol consumption, Oral both reader and Bella receiving, Spanking, Reader is a futanari.

Summary: Bella asks you to come with her to this gathering, but you end up having other ideas in mind.

A/n: If y’all don’t want to read this then leave. For those of you that are reading this, enjoy. 

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It was about 5pm and Bella convinced me o come out with her which I did not want to do. I wanted to spend the evening in bed with her cuddling and maybe or maybe not have sex with her, but no I agreed to going because she hit me with those pouty eyes. “You almost done babe?” I asked her. “Yeah, I am. Just finishing up my makeup.” I stood up and walked over to the bathroom to watch her since I was bored, I out of nowhere groaned and let out an animalistic sound at her short skimpy dress. “God... baby... you have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.” I got behind her and started grinding into her ass which made her let out such a whiny breathy moan. “C’mon we’ve got to at least go for an hour maybe two.” she spoke and got away from me before I could take her dress off. I groaned but put on my suit jacket then walked downstairs and grabbed my keys to the car. We both got into our seats in the car after I started the car and got out the driveway I planted my hand on her thigh right above her knee, gave it one soft squeeze. I looked up at her and smiled softly but then continued to drive. Once we arrived, I found an alcohol drink and got to drinking them rather quickly. i stopped after my second one and went and found Bella. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, nuzzling my nose into her neck. “You... smell... amazing pretty girl” I slurred my words, but I looked up and noticed the two women she was speaking with were staring at me. I smirked getting an idea. “Why hello there...” i grabbed the one’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “And who might you be beautiful?” I asked her. “Pokimane. and who might you be?” I giggled lightly and smirked. “I’m Y/n L/n. Nice to meet you Poki.” Bella grabbed my shirt when I stepped back next to her which made me look down at her. She looked irritated. I leaned down to her ear. “You have no idea how much I plan to be a pain in the ass till I get what I want.” i whispered in her ear and squeezed her ass slightly. She pulled me toward her. “Keep behaving like that and I won’t let you get any tonight.” She whispered back. I rolled my eyes and went for another drink. “I’m so sick of being alone.” I spoke barely audible. I turned my head to see her sitting down on a couch letting a guy see her cleavage and she keeps touching his arm. I stood up and walked over. “Hey, I need to borrow my girlfriend. I’ll be back.” He scoffed, but I grabbed her arm and dragged her with me, and I told Pokimane since she as the host that we needed to leave early. She understood and let us go. I made her get in the car and then drove us home angrily. Once we arrived, I got out and she followed then I grabbed her hand squeezing it rather harshly making her come inside with me. I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me. “Get. Upstairs. Now.” was all I said, and she went up there. I groaned got a drink of water to sober me up a little but not too much, then I headed up the stairs and seen she was naked for me already. I took off my jacket and shirt but left the pants on, I didn’t bother wearing a bra since I knew I was going to fuck her good tonight. “Get up.” she a least did as told. “Lay down on the bed.’ she complied. I stood grabbing a vibrator from the draw on my table next to my side of the bed, then walked to the foot of the bed. “Why were you flirting with that scum bag? hm? WHY!?” I was getting angry. “I-I wanted to talk-” “Wrong answer princess.” I sat on the edge of the bed. “Come Here.” She stood up and hurried to in front of me. “Bend over.” She laid across my lap. “How many times do I have to tell you no flirting or touching another person besides me?” she didn’t respond so, Smack! she whimpered. “Answer me!” she whined. “I’m sorry Ma’am.” I chuckled then grabbed her ponytail and lifted her head up so she could see my eyes. “You’re going to be sorry when I’m through with you princess.”

“I’m going to count to six, each one is a smack on your ass, count with me.” she nodded. Smack! “One.” We said in sync. Smack! “Two.” Once again in sync. Smack! “Three.” I said, she whimpered. “Three.” she finally said. Smack! “Four.” In sync. Smack! “Five.” She whined it out. Smack! “Six.” She whined again this time she didn’t say it. “Six. Princess.” She whined again but said it finally. “Good. Now get up there and lay down for me.” She stood up and got on the bed laying her little head on the pillows. I walked over to my clothes and grabbed my tie to tie her hands to the headboard. I crawled up till my thigh was between Her’s and I lifted her hand to the headboard and tied them up. I lowered myself till I was face to face with her and I let out a slightly evil sounding giggle. “God princess... You have no idea how long I’ve waited to have you stuck her for me to ruin.” I rubbed her naked cunt and God she was soaking wet for already. “Hm... someone is already excited and wet for me isn’t she?” she nodded rather fast at the question. “Well, I hate to break this to you but, your about to be teased till you can’t take it anymore.” She sighed and panted. “Please Mistress I’ll behave. Please fuck me.” I chuckled. “Sorry but you were a bad girl earlier.” She whined loudly at the comment. I stood up and grabbed a vibrator out of the drawer and the one I picked I know doesn’t take long before she is begging me to cum. I climbed up her sexy little body and kissed her thighs till I got close enough with her soaking and throbbing cunt, then I blew some cold air on it and kissed it, which she moaned louder than I’ve ever heard from her. I moaned against her which made her squirm and whine again. I then sat up and moved till I was face to face with her again and I stuck it inside her little cunt and turned it on its lowest setting. “Please. More. Mistress.” I wasn’t going to give her what she wanted but realized what she asked for. I turned it up and it now was on its fastest speed, which had her making some beautiful sounds. “Yes baby. Beg me for it.” She squirmed more. “Please Ma’am let me cum.” I took off my pants and put a condom on. “I will but not on this toy princess.” I turned it off and took it away. She whined from the lack of orgasm. I the lifted her on all fours and made her face our bedroom mirror that is for just this. I then lined up my cock at her aching throbbing entrance and I pushed in slowly till I almost filled her but then I pulled back and thrusted into her hard and I hit her cervix, and I felt her clench around me and God the sound I let out was animalistic. She liked the sound I made because she clenched again. “Look at me beautiful baby getting fucked out on my big cock.” I cooed at her and forced her to look at herself by grabbing a handful of her hair. “Yes! Fuck yes! I’m close mistress.” She whined out. “I know baby girl me too.” I panted out against her neck. I turned and picked up her toy then turned it on max speed and put it against her clit, and I lifted her up, so she was laying against my chest. Once I had her that way, I nuzzled my nose into the crook of her neck inhaling her scent. ‘God, she smells so good’ was all I could think of before i felt my cock twitch inside her. “Scream and cum all over my cock princess.” She took that as her cue and came undone on me. I kept thrusting helping her ride out her high while chasing my own. I felt my own release coming. “I’m about to cum baby bear with me.” She twitched and is begging me to stop because she is close. “I-I’m about to...cum baby- Ahhh!” I came in the condom and filled it so full. Once I rode out my high, I pulled out then took the used condom off. I also took her to the shower, and we got clean together then we got into pjs and climbed in bed. She laid her head on my chest. “I am sorry I was flirting with him. I just wanted to get a rise out of you, because I knew you’d take me home and fuck me like you did.” She blushed and then I rolled my eyes. “You know you could’ve said you didn’t want to go I would’ve happily stayed home fucking the fuck out of you baby.” She blushed harder but kissed me. “I know and next time I will tell them something came up. I promise.” I smiled then snuggled into her hair and fell asleep. 

#bellapoarch #bella #fanfiction #Smut #tiktoker #bellapoarch x reader #fyp

[pattysplaceofplaces]

loving the yandere mime bomb stuff (it suits him freakishly well) but can we have a healthy relationship with him please (masc reader if you get to this, you're probably a very busy person with all the masterpieces you're constantly making)

Never Gonna Give You Up

Mime Bomb x Trans Masc Reader

[Author’s Note: Hello there! I hope you don’t mind but I decided to make the reader trans masc, that is not my gender identity so if I portray it wrong please let me know. I hope this can make someone feel supported. Much love!

Also I was listening to Britney Spears’s Break the Ice while writing this so that’s y’all’s song now. One of the lyrics is “Allow me to get you right.” How can it not be!?]

     You’ve met some of your best friends at VILE Island, you met the love of your life too. That didn’t mean it was an accepting place though. It was a school for villains, scum of the earth who could commit crimes mercilessly. That’s why you waited to come out for so long. What would your boyfriend say? When you become an operative you get an actual room instead of a shared room with many people from your schooldays. 

You exhaled then knocked on the door in a melodious pattern to let him know it was you who was knocking on his door. You could hear him run to the door and swing it open like an excited puppy. He pulled you into a hug and spun you around causing you to giggle. What were you scared of? You can do this! He would never judge you!

…Right?

And there goes the intrusive thoughts again.

Once he let you go you sat on his bed and took the atmosphere of his room into your vision. You could really tell someone’s personality by their room. Your lover’s room was tidy, not a single paper or article of clothing on his floor. Most of his room was monotone just like he was except for the art pieces he had taped to the wall, the ones you have made. He had to beg you not to throw them away when you first made them. He sat next to you and grabbed your hand, fingers intertwining. He might have his quirks but you love him dearly for it. You wouldn’t trade him for anyone else. 

You didn’t really know how to say it, it’s not like this was some tv drama where you would have a super emotional and heartfelt moment. “Hey…” He looked you in the eyes, ready to listen to you. What did you do to deserve him? “This is going to sound really weird but uh-like, recently I haven’t been feeling right.” Recently meant more farther back then you’d like to go into. “And maybe it’s just a feeling that’ll pass but..” You rehearsed this perfectly in your head why are you losing the words all of a sudden. “I think I’m a dude or something like that. I don’t really know.” There was only silence until his moving hands caught your attention. You immediately started cackling like a deranged witch. “…You’re gay for me now?” You couldn’t help but laugh, lightly shoving him. “Your lucky you’re so cute ya weirdo.” He hugged your arm, cheek pressing against the side of your shoulder. He was taller than you so it kinda weird but it was still adorable. “Thank you.” You muttered quietly. Being a thief definitely wasn’t something to brag about but it led you to him so surely it couldn’t be all bad.

#Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Mime bomb #Mime bomb x reader #Mime bomb x masc reader #Mime bomb x trans masc reader #X reader #x masc reader #X trans masc reader #Wholesome shit because you deserve it

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Now that the story is starting to be more cohesive, I’m getting more into the flow of the game and appreciating what I’m meant to be doing more. There’s an on going series of investigations that are 100% a serial killer that our main guy, Phelps here would prefer to investigate, but his constantly drunk and bitter partner, Rusty (far right there, in the brown) is always along the same line of thought as the Captain, ‘Look pin the husband, get a quick close’.

The longer we spend on a case the angrier the Captain gets because it “looks bad’ and who cares if we got the wrong guy? Just put *someone* behind bars, damn. Which I think is a commentary all on it’s own. Our main guy is against this but-no good cops survive, right?

Phelps is also married, and has kids. We’ve yet to meet any of these people, however. I am curious though.

The background story is whatever happened with Phelps in the war that ended up in a lot of Japanese killed and Phelps hailed a hero. A title he rejects, and won’t talk about. In flashbacks we see him disagreeing with his fellow soldiers that hey, maybe we shouldn’t just assume the enemy is a terrible piece of scum before going in but that hasn’t been expanded more on yet.

He also shuts down Rusty’s attempts to make comments about his wife, which:

Rusty: Eh I’ve been divorced 3x man you know women cant be trusted

Phelps, happy with his own wife and kids: Gee no it’s definitely the woman and not you know, YOUR shitty attitude sure, I buy that.

I’m just glad he’s getting more fleshed out as a character, tbh. Because for a large chunk of this people were really..flat. I’m glad to be getting at least something more substantial.

I’m still really loving the mechanics and how rich the setting is. Need to call something in? You go find a phone. You have to do everything via books, calls to people, addresses. There’s been tons of variety to investigating too. Which i can appreciate a lot.

@kulemii​ since you didn’t mind being tagged.

#la noire #nates la noire play #spoilers

[dream-meister-translations]

DASTE CHARACTER CARD #1

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A dog's howl echoes through the night sky of a desolate city. Having reached my destination, a slum in the country, I looked back at the companion beside me, map in hand. EMMA : Our bounty’s supposedly hauled up in a building on the outskirts of the slums..... What do we do? We don't have a lot of information, so we're going to have to get a place to stay and do some more digging. DASTE : What the hell are you doing? How many days are you going to spend sweeping up garbage? I'm going to the safe house. You stay at the inn. EMMA : No, that's not allowed! I've been asked to go with you to learn first-hand about the work of a hound sweeper!

*FLASHBACK* Half a day ago. DASTE : What? You want me to take her out on a sweep? SHIHARU : That's right. Emma seems to be getting used to working here, so I thought it would be a good idea to give her a taste of what it's like out in the field. DASTE : Hey. You can't be serious. You can't expect me to take this punk━ SHIHARU : What was that, Daste? DASTE : ....Tsk...I can't believe you're pushing this pain in the ass onto me... *END FLASHBACK*

EMMA : I'm still learning the bare minimum of self-defense now that I'm in charge of a military guild, I promise I won't get in the way if things get rough. EMMA : (Since the day I was assigned to this place, I've felt there was a wall between us, or maybe he's just wary of me)

The Hound Sweeper Guild is a guild that primarily targets and captures criminals who are beyond the control of the public authorities. It’s a mysterious guild  that very few people even know exists.

For whatever reason, ever since I was assigned as the keeper of this guild, Daste has been in this state of mind.

EMMA : (For now, all I can do is show him my work ethic and earn his trust in working with me.) DASTE : Hah .... I ain't helping you if something goes wrong. EMMA : Okay--oh, wait, Daste! DASTE : You still got something to say? EMMA : If we go that way, we'll be heading in the opposite direction of the building we're looking for. DASTE : Shut up, I know where I'm going without you telling me what to do. EMMA : (He changed directions......)

I hurried to catch up with Daste, whose pace quickened.

DASTE : So this is it. What a dumping ground for garbage. EMMA : Yeah. Ten guards just outside the building ...... Looks like a pretty big organization. The targets seem to have their own connections in each country, and to hide themselves from police officers and bounty hunters, they fled to the local crime syndicates.

EMMA : (It seems we'll end up just scouting today. As expected, there's no way the two of us are going to get in head-on.) DASTE : Hey, what have you been yammering on about? I'm leaving you here. EMMA : What? Do you have a plan?

DASTE : I don't believe in slow and steady. I'm gonna hit 'em head on and drag 'em out.

EMMA : That sounds way too reckless! We don't know how many more people there are besides the lookouts. DASTE : Doesn’t matter how much they flock together, they're still a pack of scum.

Not remotely heeding my words, Daste approached the building with absolute confidence.

DASTE : Yo. I'm here! LOOKOUT 1 : What's up, man? LOOKOUT 2 : I didn't hear anything about guests coming tonight. DASTE : Ha ha, that's right! What kind of idiot would invite a bounty hunter!? LOOKOUT 3 : A bounty hunter!?

The men, all of whom were ready to kill, picked up their weapons one after another. I caught up with them right behind Daste, and the hopeless sight sent chills down my spine.

DASTE : Hahaha, all the trash has gathered. Now that you’re all together, I’m gonna blast ya clean! Daste threw something at him, and it sparked faintly in the darkness. EMMA : Eeeeee―!?

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38 and/or 46?

NUMBER 46: SHIMMER

Maddy dipped a toe into the shimmer of moonlit algae on the water’s surface, cringed, and swept it back up onto the safety of the rickety pier. She let the silence hang a moment longer. Then she sighed and asked the question he’d known she would ask since she’d spotted him here by the lakeshore. “But – why not Daventry?”

All Graham's jumbled answers of the last few days spilled out at once. “Because, well, it’s like at least four days travel from here, and since Anisette’s leaving, it would just be you and Mom, and the farm’s already too much for the three of us! And Daventry’s too small – it hasn’t got any earls or counts or anybody to take service under except the king himself, and he could have any knight he liked!”

“Like you, for example.” She managed the squeeze the remark when he stopped to breathe.

“Not really. Not likely. King Edward was kind of a hero himself, and he’d probably take only the really top-notch knights.” His sentences sped up and got louder, but he couldn’t quite seem to reign them in. “And, and do you know how many times I’ve been turned down already since I graduated? I should have known better – my final results from the Academy were awful - ”

Maddy laid a hand and his shoulder and gave it a slight shake. “Graham – your professors passed you with distinction, and the headmaster literally wrote ‘Saved more lives in the course of three years than I did in my knightly career’ on the top of your evaluation.” She raised her eyebrows as though to say, “Answer that one back if you can.”

Graham looked back down into the spinning kaleidoscope of algae. “Yeah, but a lot of that was on … loopholes and stuff… And everybody knew I was too clumsy to get very far outside a practice situation. I wasn’t even allowed open the supply cupboard of bow and arrows after the thing with the jujubes. If I did get a job as a knight I’d probably shoot myself in the foot the first day. Literally. If it was even my foot I shot and not my lord’s - ”

“Graham.” Maddy clapped a gentle hand over his mouth.  “You’re catastrophizing.”

He stuck his tongue out to make her move her hand.

“Augh!” She flinched back and dove her hand into the water. “That’s disgusting! Brothers.” She shook the water off, and half of it sprinkled on Graham.

“Hey! That’s lake scum!” cried, throwing up his hands in front of his face. She stopped, but he pulled his green hood up defensively nonetheless.

“Turnabout is fair play.” She smirked, but a wistful look came into her eye. “If you ask me, the fact Daventry is small makes it worth considering. Probably not so much competition, easier to rise through the ranks in a smaller court. They’d get to know you more quickly, probably trust you sooner with important missions or what have you. And you love Daventry.”

Graham drew his knees up to his chin thoughtfully. “I’ve never even been there.”

“You’ve read all the writing out the guidebook.”

“Yeah – but guidebooks always make you look at things with rosy coloured glasses.”

She turned her body to face him, but he only saw her in the periphery. He was looking out at the moon, and the stars twinkling round it. A very clear night for this part of Llewdor.

“Nothing wrong with rosy-coloured glasses,” said Maddy. “That’s Mom’s motto, and it’s always worked for her, hasn’t it? Who knows? Maybe glasses are all you need to right that aim of yours. Say.” Something seemed to occur to her. “Is it because it’s not just an application to get in with Daventry? They’ve got a tournament, right?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

“And that’s what’s eating you?”

Graham closed his eyes. “Not… exactly. I’ve won a couple of mock tournaments anyway. It’d probably be the usual kind of thing – races, one-on-one duels, that sort. I’m decent at them. But I just – don’t want to have to prove myself again. Start at the bottom and have to make them all see.”

Maddy considered a moment. “That’s fair, but what if this was the last time you’d have to do that? Win this once, and have your place secured? And even if you lost – hey, at least you’d get to visit your favourite place. I wouldn’t mind seeing that Floating Island in your shoes. And don’t worry about the farm – the only reason we have so much work is because we can’t keep up with how fast you eat everything we raise!”

He shot a smiling glare her way.

She ignored it. “Seriously though, Graham, you have worked so hard for this. What’s one more shot? Or, er, one more try?” She stole a sister arm round him. “If you set out first thing tomorrow, you’ll make it before Tuesday.”

Slowly he nodded, and smiled again, this time without the glare. “Well… Four days really isn’t that far a journey, I guess.”

#Thank you for the prompt! #king's quest #kings quest #king graham #fanfiction #ficlet #not part of the Rippling Consequences arc

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I just remembered this tiktok I saw a couple months ago and this person I think works at like a GameStop or a novelty gaming place and they’re saying like “just so you know, if you’re an alt person dating a gamer boy, he doesn’t respect your gender identity when you aren’t around” and they’re talking about these guys that came in or worked there and they’re describing their s/os and eventually the tiktoker asked them like “hey your partner’s names are pretty masculine, are you guys lgbt” or something along those lines and the guys are like “oh well yanno we’re still straight but our girlfriends are this this and this“ still clearly referring to them as women rather than whatever their actual genders are

it’s almost 3 am and I’m overthinking bc reasons (I saw my friend’s tiktok had a comment on it that I couldn’t see meaning this person I don’t fuck with commented on it and I have a stupid second account so I can look at shit and I looked at this person’s profile and their pronouns are she/they now and I just I could go on about how this person’s actions up to the past year have been incredibly problematic and stupid and I know that they can go on their own sexuality and gender journeys bc we all can but god it fucking irks me but whatever) on most of my online presences I have they as my primary pronoun but like. I don’t even know who refers to me as that. do I want to be referred to as that? do I refer to myself as that??? when my friends started calling me a shorter version of my name I kinda hated it but I don’t know why. I think it’s because I could feel that they were trying and I just wish that gender stuff wasn’t such a fucking hassle. like there’s been times that my trans friends who are more trans than me have been yanno in the process of transitioning which is fucking hard and they’re really honestly incredible for doing it and maybe it’s bc I’m not as trans as them but I feel like crawling into a hole whenever I’ve thought about correcting people. like there was a class that I was in and I introduced myself as my other name and I fucking hated it the whole time bc I felt like I was lying and everyone could tell bc my name on canvas was different!! but besides that like. when my friends have been transimg their genders and I haven’t known what their specific policy was on pronouns and who they’re out to and all that I’ve felt like I fucking scum bag when people have referred to them incorrectly and I just. Now that I think about it it’s been the same person every time who has misgendered/ (outed for the person I don’t like) these people so maybe I need to just curb stomp him

and the thing with the person I don’t like. I’m like 99.9 percent sure that my stupid ass crush on this friend was because I was desperate for the approval that I was right and the person I don’t like was wrong. This guy in the middle got along with both of us. So if he somehow miraculously had a crush on me then it would prove that my stupid emotional turmoil over this person being mean to me was worth it

like I fucking felt like I had to leave that friend group because of it. That’s fucked up why did I let myself feel so bad for so long and just fucking keep secretly hoping that they’d all agree with me

And now I’m panicking and I want to text the group chat and make them all tell me that I was right and she was wrong bc I’m freaking out rn

#I should eat dinner #godddd im a fucking grown up why am I undone by this #like what’s wrong with me why can’t I get someone to tell me what’s wrong with me