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honeykaes · 7 months

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masked fantasy

slasher!lyney x reader II 2.8k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, modern au, implied!yandere, implied murder, fingering, cunnilingus, use of toys, creampie, overstimulation, dacryphilia, praise pussydrunk!lyney, established relationship, gaslighting/manipulation, mention of blood, unedited

synopsis: you've been on edge lately seeing news report after news report of people killed by a masked pierrot serial killer, targeting people you seemed to vaguely know. your boyfriend, lyney, insists you drop it and focus on him instead to try to get your mind off of things. you listen, but something in the pit of your stomach continues to nag at you.

Gloomy clouds above hid the stars and the moonlight above. Rain loudly padded against the windows, a small waterfall streaming down it. You snuggled into your blanket further on the couch in an attempt to knock the chill away from the living room. A sigh emitted from your lips watching the 6:00 p.m. news report of yet another murder in your town from a masked serial killer. This wouldn’t very unique to some; however, you began to notice a pattern

The media and detectives have deemed him the Pierrot—a serial killer who dons a French Carnival-Style Jester mask. Reports from the police said he’s still at large and seemed to be killing indiscriminately, but you knew a little better. The photos of the victims all shared one thing in common with you, you had vaguely known them in the past.

One was an old high school classmate, another was a teacher's assistant who once assisted your professors in college, another was a barista worker from a cafe you sometimes go to, even old childhood friends you haven’t spoken to for years. You wanted to chalk it up to a weird coincidence but the pit in your stomach churned, discouraging you to relax.

You worry whoever this masked killer was, he was working his way to you.

Thunder suddenly boomed in the sky, causing your body to jolt from the noise. You let out a sigh; the stress seemed to finally be getting to you.

Your boyfriend walked in, an amused but concerned smile on his face. You and Lyney had been dating for a while now, meeting in college when you decided to study abroad in France. Eventually, you moved into his place that he shared with his two siblings—his twin sister Lynette and his adoptive younger brother Freminet.

Things were great with Lyney. He was doting, caring, and amusing as well. He made you happy; he felt real. He was someone you could imagine marrying maybe in a year or two.

“You alright? You seem a bit jumpy today,” he hummed, handing you a mug of hot chocolate. The aroma of the milk chocolate made your mouth water as marshmallows floated on top. You flash a small smile, taking the mug for him and taking a sip—hoping the warm liquid would coax your anxiety.

“Honestly, not really. The whole Pierrot serial killer thing has been really bothering me lately. I vaguely know the victims, albeit there aren’t people I know like that or associate myself with now. But, still! I recognize them,” you sighed, looking at the reflection of your mug. Lyney’s face slightly softened at your confession.

“...I’m scared that the killers are actually targeting me. Like this is some fucked up mind game or whatever. I’m scared it’ll also mean the people that I currently care about are in danger too. …like you,” you muttered. Lyney chuckled slightly before you looked up at him and narrowed your eyes. He covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter, murmuring apologies as he tried to calm down.

“Darling, I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Besides, you have your amazing, attentive, loveable, strong boyfriend here to help. I’m here to protect both you and my siblings,” he chimed, leaning in to peck your forehead. You side-eye the man as he plopped down next to you on the couch, placing his mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table. He grabbed some of the blankets covering your lower body, getting in close to cover his form as well. Your thighs and sides pressed together as he smiled.

“I don’t know if a shortie like you will be able to fight off a psychopath,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Slight annoyance flashed through Lyney’s amethyst eyes as he pouted.

“You’d be surprised…” he muttered. You chuckled once more before leaning in to kiss Lyney’s plush cheek as his eyes softened in affection.

“Well, let’s just lighten the mood. We were going to watch Halloween special shows after all,” Lyney chimed, leaning over to grab the remote and change the television. That was right, today was supposed to be your date night. Freminet was having a sleepover with some of his friends and Lynette, begrudgingly, went out to give you two some space.

You felt Lyney’s hands underneath the blanket stroke against your thigh. At first, it was his thumb, before his whole hand slowly crept up and down. You gazed flickered to his that were glued to the television screen, albeit they were half-lidded and a smirk fell on his now rosy face.

“Well, aren’t you a bit touchy,” you murmured.

“Oh, am I? I didn’t seem to notice,” he hummed back, turning his gaze towards you. As he leaned in close—lips hovering by your own—a cell phone rang loudly. Your body jolted up once more, not expecting the sudden noise as anxiety shot throughout your entire body. Lyney flashed a sympathetic smile as a soft chuckle echoed out. He padded your thigh to try to comfort you, reaching out to grab his phone that was ringing out.

“We got to get you to relax, mon amour,” he murmured. He got up from his seat, walking away from your form.

Guilt gnawed on your body. You felt bad for being so anxious lately from this serial killer like your body is completely on edge as if you were a rabbit in the den of wolves, but you shouldn’t.

“I’m in my home. I am with my loving boyfriend. I am okay, I am safe,” you whispered out to yourself. Eventually, Lyney walked back in, and settled back to his spot on the couch.

“That was Lynette. She said that she would be coming home around midnight. It gives us plenty of time if you want this that is,” he stated, letting his hands trail across your thighs. You smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved up, leaning his head against your touch.

“I think a distraction would be good for me,” you whispered. His nose brushed against yours, lips hovering to where they once were before the interruption.

“Then forget all your troubles and leave everything to me…”

His lips finally found themselves to your own and you brought him closer to you. Your legs widened as his knees sank against the cushion of the couch to lean to you, deepening the kiss. Your hand reached over, softly grazing the crotch of his pants feeling his half-hardened cock pressing against his jeans. A soft moan escapes his lips, still connecting with yours before he parts away, and trails them along the nape of your neck.

“We…need to go to the bedroom,” Lyney groaned, continuing to kiss down your neck and nibble at the sensitive skin. Your body shivered, and you bit your lip to hide the smile creeping on your face.

“Oh, but you’re the one who has me pinned down here,” you reminded. With a grunt and pout, Lyney leaned back up, grabbed your hand, and found his way to your lips once more. The two of you bumped into walls—taking each other’s clothing off, leaving a trail to your shared bedroom. Lyney pushed you down on the bed as he slowly crawled on top of you with a mischievous smile.

“You seem so eager now. What’s the difference, chérie?” he hummed, dragging his lips across your thighs. His hands squeezed at your thighs as his lips finally trailed along the plush flesh. His hand reached to cup your cunt earning a soft moan from you as he nipped at your thighs.

“You seemed to be a great distraction, I guess,” you whined, grinding your core into his hand to encourage him to stop teasing you. Lyney playfully rolled his eyes, letting his two longest fingers sink inside your cunt, drilling them to precision and skill.

“‘I guess’” he mocked. “You, out of anyone, should know I’m more than just a ‘guess’. You know how well you enjoy passing the time with my fingers deep inside of you like this…or my mouth…or my cock. As he continued to plunge his fingers deeper inside of you, feeling your walls flutter, he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against the bed to try to get some friction on his throbbing clothed cock.

He soon learned near your drooling core, globs of your slick clinging against the fingers plunging inside of you.

“But, it’s fine. I’ll ensure you’ll think of me and nothing else. Just me and only me,” he stated. He finally pressed his lips against your clit as your body jolted in delight. Your hands dug into his soft ash-blond hair, pulling him in even deeper as his chuckles reverberated against the nub. He darted his tongue out, beginning to slowly swirl circles along the perimeter of it before letting his tongue flick rapidly on the bundle of nerves.

Your body shivered in pleasure, back arched, as Lyney tried to contain his smile, feeling your thighs beginning to press against the cheek of his face. He continued to flick his tongue against your clit before encompassing his lips around it and sucking on it—fingers not wavering and continuing to thrust inside of you.

Lyney lifted your leg against one of his shoulders and he pressed the flat of his tongue against the nub, offering a few gentle licks on it before he shifted back to suck on it. You writhed underneath him, as his blunt nails dug into your hips to try to prevent you from moving too much. The sinful sounds of slouching echoed out in the bedroom, your cheeks hot feeling overwhelmed by the attention and meticulous touch of both his mouth and fingers.

“Lyney, oh fuck. Please, please…!” you begged out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arched once more—quivering—as you finally reached your high. His breath is heavy, letting your leg fall back down on the bed, leaning up to watch your pussy convulsed against nothing. His lower mouth glistened in your arousal as he licked his lips to clean up what slick clung onto there. The sweet taste of it was enough to make Lyney grin, watching your tired form trying to recover from your climax.

He leaned down against your side, feeling his hard and pulsating cock against the soft globes of your ass. He grabbed a handful of the globe, letting his cock slide between your thighs and slit a few times. As he made contact with your overstimulated clit you jolted and a soft whine emitted from you. Lyney laughed, tapping his tip against it a few times before he finally let himself slowly plunge inside of you.

As Lyney slowly sank deeper, He moved his mouth to your neck, groaning loudly, feeling your walls pulsating. When he finally bottomed out, his lips softly kissed your neck before rutting into you. The sound of slapping skin was loud inside the room and the smell of sweat wafted throughout it too. Lyney continued to nibble at your neck, admiring the bruises and hickies he decorated on the skin. His groaning got louder as he sucked a breath in, feeling your walls beginning to cave and tighten.

“Fuck,” Lyney moaned out loudly. You gasped as you felt him move and shift your body. Your ass hung in the air, as your head said laying on the pillows. His nails harpoon against your ass, drilling himself even deeper inside of you. As he continued to rut inside of you, he leaned down and kissed your back, groaning once more. He could feel your walls continuing to cave in, making it harder for him to control his thrusts and not lose himself too much in the pleasure.

He suddenly slipped out, cock quivering as he took a few breaths to try to control himself from climaxing. As he softly sighed, moving past it, he opened his eyes and admired your widening hole drooling out.

“W-What are you…” you asked, softly before Lyney pressed a finger to his lips. He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging through it. You thought he was looking for a condom, but your eyes widened seeing him pull out a small bullet vibrator instead. He held down the button on the side as the contraption began to vibrate erratically in the palm of his hands.

“I think keeping you on your toes would be best for tonight. Besides, I haven’t heard you use this before when I’m in the shower,” he chuckled as you bit your lip in embarrassment. He slid his cock back inside of you, before snaking his hand around and pressing the erratically moving vibrator against your overstimulated clit. You cried out his name, his thrusts deep and rapid. The whole bed creaked to his fast strokes, Lyney’s breaths getting heavier as he repeated your name in a slurred way as if your cunt had made him drunk.

“There…there…there…that’s right,” Lyney moaned out. You covered your face feeling tears begin to prick out as the pleasure and burn of overstimulation settled in. You shout his name, body convulsing as you reach your high for the second time tonight, writhing for what it seemed like hours beneath him.

In a dazed form, you felt Lyney flip you over admiring your absolute fucked-out form, quickly turning the vibrator off and throwing it across the bed. He continued to plunge himself inside of you. His eyes admire your chest bouncing to the fast pace of his thrusts. His cheeks were flushed and his voice whining, grunting, and groaning your name. You could barely focus on anything, your legs instinctively moved and wrapped against his small waist.

“I love you. I love you. Je t’aimerai toujours. Je n’aime que toi!” Lyney moaned out. He leaned his head back, snapping his eyes shut as he finally reached his high. His hips continued to bug, thrusting the ropes of cums deeper inside of you. He bit his lip as another soft moan emitted from him, taking heavy breaths before looking down at you.

He smiled, wiping away the tears pricking your eyes, speaking softly, and whispered in his mother tongue affection gestures to make sure you were alright. He placed his forehead against your own seeing you slowly come back from your senses, eyes completely tired but your form relaxed. There wasn’t an inch of tension he could see that you had before.

Lyney brought his lips down against your own, offering a slower and more sensual kiss.

“You know I’d do anything, absolutely anything for you. I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered. You smiled, pecking his forehead as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Soon globs of his cum began dribbling from your cunt and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Your eyes drift to the clock; Lynette will be coming home soon. You two needed to clean up and shower to avoid any unnecessary awkward conversations.

You finally closed your legs, moving to get up from the bed you accidentally hit the vibrator down as it fell to the floor. You sighed as you got up, your legs wobbly as you tried to readjust yourself.

“W-Wait! Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it and change the sheets. You just go clean up in the bathroom. If you need help just tell me, but I don’t want you to fall!” Lyney suddenly murmured. He seemed oddly on edge suddenly. You shrugged, leaning down to pick the toy up.

“It’s fine, it’s just right here. I can take…care of it….” your voice trailed off. Your eyes catch something odd under the bed. You reached to grab it, revealing that same Jester mask you saw on the news report from earlier. Parts of it seemed more damaged and cracked than the rendering the broadcast had, with a particular smudge with a dark red substance splattered on it.

Dried blood.

You look up in horror to gaze back at Lyney. His eyes, which you always knew were sweet and kind, looked back to you with more of a darker twist—his lips cemented in a frown.

“I told you to drop it, didn’t I…?” he sighed. You felt frozen in shock and fear as Lyney moved from the top of the bed to join you on the floor. His eyes, still twirled with that dark emotion you couldn’t read well, but his gaze softened. His lips curled up in a smile, you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or if he was just trying to comfort you from the revelation.

He dragged his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tears that cascaded down. You didn’t notice you were crying.

“....Because sometimes we prefer the fantasy than the truth darling.”

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earth2rin · 2 years

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DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

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just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 8 months

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A Lifetime | Confessions pt 1

feat: nanami kento x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader

summary: yu’s birthday is celebrated with those who have been closest to him. what you didn’t expect was an after party

cw: cussing, make out sesh, unholy handholding

a/n: i’m sorry for the short chapter everyone! i didn’t realize how short it actually was but i wanted it to end on a happy note before we get into the fun

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3 months had passed since you and Satoru visited the cafe. Satoru would regularly go with you to visit Kento. He would be there when you needed his shoulder to cry on and to keep you company. There were more times where the two of you would have a picnic while visiting and you would bring Kento’s favorite food so that he wouldn’t feel left out.

One thing that drove Satoru wild was when you found out about his sweet tooth, you would occasionally greet him with a new treat. Knowing that you always made something solely for him caused Satoru to fall for you over and over again.

Your son was always ecstatic to see Satoru and Yuji, moreso Satoru since he was more on the same wavelength as your 6 year old son compared to Yuji, who would offer to help cook meals and clean up with you. It was amusing to see the difference in personality between the oldest and youngest guests that frequented your home.

Tonight in particular was in celebration for your son’s birthday, so you and and your mother were cooking him dinner while Satoru and Yuji kept Yu busy by telling him stories of his missions.

Your son admired Satoru and Yuji, almost as much as he admired his own father. There were times where you could swear the two of them brought out the innocence and wonder a child has before he goes back to his natural personality that resembled his father as if he was trying to hide acting like his own age.

You were grateful that both Satoru and Yuji were there to help fill part of the void Kento left, but there were nights where Yu would still cry himself to sleep because of how much he missed his father and it broke your heart because you know your child was suffering and there was only so much you could do.

Today was one of those days. This wasn’t the first birthday without Kento, but even though the years have gone by, it doesn’t get any easier for Yu as he was still young and he missed his father greatly. While Yuji and Satoru filled a role in his life, they would never replace the missing presence of his father.

“Have they contacted Yu at all?” Your mother asked, standing next to you while you were decorating the cake. You were making your son’s favorite cake: genoise sponge cake with strawberries and chocolate shavings.

You know who your mother was talking about; Kento’s parents. “No. They haven’t called or seen him at all.”

After Kento’s death, it was hard for them to accept it and in the end, you and your son were put to blame because he would have continued with his corporate job if you didn’t encourage him and he didn’t have a son to feed. Or if you had just gone back to taking missions instead of accepting the role of a stay at home mother.

You didn’t know where it came from because at the memorial service, you felt that they would be there for if not you, then your and Kento’s son at least. But they rejected him.

It pissed you off to no end. Your son was completely innocent throughout all of this and for his other grandparents to reject him solely based on their own grief hurt you. Of course you didn’t tell him the real reason why they stopped coming around, just that they moved away because staying in Tokyo was too painful for them.

The only reason you even knew about it was because you had called them last year to schedule a visit since it had been 2 years since Yu had seen his grandparents and you were told that the two of you were no longer family. Kento’s mother spat vicious venom at you, blaming the two of you for their loss as if you didn’t lose Kento as well.

To make matters worse, they even threatened to take Yu from you immediately after telling you he was no longer family. They were determined that you would kill their only grandson. But they didn’t expect you to stand your ground and fight them. One of the reasons Kento fell in love with you was because you were forthright when it came to matters that you deeply cared for. As soon as you were threatened with your own child, that was when you put your foot down, causing them to fall back on their threat.

A sigh escaped from your mother, snapping you back to the present.

“How can two people reject an innocent child?” She muttered to you and herself.

“I don’t even know, mom.” You responded. “But it’s their loss because they don’t see the person he’s grown up to be and will grow up to be. Besides,” you looked over at your shoulder to see Yu, Yuji and Satoru playing Mario Kart together that Yu received as a present. Yuji had let out a yell as Satoru successfully used a bomb on him in order to let Yu race to 1st, laughing loudly. The scenery made you smile.

“Everyone who loves him is here where they should be.”

After a few more rounds of Mario Kart, it was time for cake. As Yu made his way to the table with Yuji and Satoru at tow, you noticed the plastic crown on his head, which slid off as soon as he got onto the chair. Thankfully, you easily caught it and put it back on the top of his head.

“Where did you get this, my birthday boy? At school?” You asked, kissing his cheek.

“Uncle Gojo got it for me!” He answered happily. “He said all birthday boys and girls need it.”

You looked at Satoru and smiled at him before looking back at your son.

“Did you make sure to thank him?” You asked, which Yu nodded.

Yuji turned down the lights as your mother came in from the kitchen as you all sang happy birthday. You hugged your son while you sang to him and he kissed your cheek, patiently waiting until the singing was complete before he could blow out the candles.

Once they were all successfully blown, you noticed they immediately lit up again, causing Yu to blow them out once more. Again and again they lit up and the marvel that shone in his eyes was enough to make you laugh.

“Is this magic?!” He yelled, which caused the others to laugh.

“It’s a type of candle that lights back up when you blow it out. It’s meant to be a joke to trick the person they were bought for. I bought them.” Yuji explained, grinning.

Blowing them out once again, the candles began to spark as if they were coming back to life once again before they ceased all action. Turning the lights back on, you picked the candles off the cake before setting them aside.

The rest of the night passed quickly and both Yuji and your mom went home shortly before Yu had to prepare for bed.

Satoru stood next to you in the kitchen helping you clean with you washing the dishes and him rinsing and drying them.

“You know you didn’t have to help, right?” You said.

Satoru chuckled as he put the plate into the cabinet. He’d been over enough to know where everything went.

“I’m well aware I don’t, but I want to.” He responded, reaching for the next plate you were handing him to rinse and dry.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the running of your now 6 year old.

“I’m done mommy!” He yelled, passing by the kitchen and running into his room with you and Satoru watching.

The two of you looked at each other and giggled before you washed your hands to read Yu a bedtime story.

“I’ll be right back. We have a 2 chapter maximum.” You said as you left the kitchen and headed towards your son’s room.

Satoru wondered what you were reading to Yu, but then he remembered that Kento spent his time reading. Not to mention he was 6 and probably grew out of children's books so you had to read one more age appropriate. Shrugging his shoulders, he turned his attention back to the dishes so that you wouldn’t have to worry about finishing them.

An hour later, you quietly exited Yu’s room, leaving the door open a crack in case he needed you. As your son was falling asleep, he began to cry for his father and it broke your heart in two. You had to hold back your own tears while you gently stroked your fingers through your son’s blonde hair.

Watching his sleeping form, the tears that you tried so hard to prevent from forming fell down your cheeks. You placed a hand over your mouth to prevent sounds from coming out as you cried over the heartbreak of Yu.

Turning around, you didn’t expect to see Satoru cleaning up the living room. You jumped in shock since you figured he would have gone home. Instead, he stayed to clean up and the fact that he wanted to help made your chest tighten.

Dropping everything in his hand, Satoru rushed over to you and gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, worry evident in his expression.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

Somehow, that simple action caused your tears to begin flooding down your face before you threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

Satoru froze for a millisecond before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He didn’t know what happened, but he was here for you and he wasn’t going to let go until you calmed. If he had it his way, he’d never let you go.

Hoping you couldn’t hear how his chest pounded, Satoru laid his cheek on the top of your head.

“Tell me what happened.” He soothed, gently rocking you back and forth in a calming manner.

Clutching onto his shirt, you sniffled.

“He misses Kento so much and it hurts. No matter how long he’s been gone, Yu cries for his father. And it just breaks my heart so much.” You said, your voice going an octave higher at the last sentence as you tried to hold back your sobs.

Satoru rubbed your back, staying quiet. You didn’t need a conversation or to be told everything would be ok — you needed someone to be there.

In the quiet of the night, the only noises were your sniffles before you calmed down. Yet you didn’t let go of Satoru.

You don’t know when it happened, but he became a source of comfort for you and just being near him brought you that calmness.

Even when you calmed down, Satoru didn’t let go of you, continually rubbing your back with his large hand, cheek on your head. He wasn’t going to say anything until you were ready. He would never push you to talk.

Pulling your head away from his chest, you looked directly at Satoru, who gazed into your eyes with a gentleness behind them.

You don’t know why you did it, but you leaned in, standing on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck before pressing your lips onto his. You could feel him jolt in surprise, not making any moves before his grip around you tightened and the hand that was rubbing your back rested against the back of your head as he leaned into the kiss.

Lips molding together perfectly as if you were made for each other, Satoru tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for access, which you granted.

Tongues pressing against each other, you felt Satoru lean down with you before his hands were placed on the back of your thighs, lifting you up and wrapping your legs around his waist shortly after. The sudden action caused you to moan.

Satoru walked backwards to your couch, masterfully maneuvering around other furniture as if he had the entire layout memorized. Sitting down with you on top of him straddling his lap, the hand on your back gently traced down before stopping above your ass, careful to not do any unwanted touches before his hand found its place on your hip, gently squeezing and rubbing circles with his thumb.

Breaking away from your lips, Satoru left kisses along your jaw before trailing down your neck and nipping at your collarbone, causing a breathy moan to escape your lips.

Satisfied with your reaction, Satoru left another nip on the other side before pressing a light kiss to it. Trailing his tongue up your neck, he kissed and nipped at your jaw.

“Mmm…Kento-ah!” You moaned before both of you froze.

You brought yourself back down to reality and pushed yourself away from Satoru, standing next to the touch with your back turned.

“(Y/N) I-“ Satoru began.

“I think it’s best if you leave.” You interrupted, not wanting to have a conversation.

Silence enveloped the room once more before you heard a silent ‘ok’. Shuffling sounded and you waited for the footsteps to fade away and the sound of the front door open and close before you dropped to the ground.

What possessed you to do such a thing? Even after you told yourself that you would never move on from Kento, you ended up making out with your friend.

And poor Satoru, you thought, you gave him the wrong signal during a low time and he ended up going along with it. You were the lowest of the low, using a good friend to fill the gap in your loneliness.

You walked to your room, shutting the door behind you before you sat down and cried with your hands covering your face.

You felt like you betrayed your husband. It sounds silly because he’s been dead for 3 years, but in your heart of hearts it felt like betrayal to you.

The next day after taking Yu to school, you decided to visit Kento on an off day in hopes you could get some clarity.

Walking up the hill, you see a mop of white hair standing in front of your husband’s grave, his hands in his pockets looking down at Kento’s grave sorrowfully.

Sensing you were there, Satoru looked at you, seemingly shocked to see you as you were him; which was understandable since you visited on specific days every week.

You turned your head away, choosing to not look at Satoru. Even while he was wearing his blindfold, you could feel his eyes boring into your skull. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you opted to come back tomorrow instead.

“I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you to spend time with Kento.” You turned and began to descend the hill until you felt Satoru’s hand gently wrap around yours.

“(Y/N) wait!” He called out. “Please listen to what I have to say and I promise I’ll leave.”

Without looking back at him out of pure embarrassment, you made no further move to leave. Your fingers wrapped around his to indicate that he could continue.

Satoru looked down and pursed his lips. He fucked up. Royally so. But he still tried so hard to fight his feelings for you until you were ready.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He had to tell you.

“I’m sorry.” He began. “It was selfish and stupid of me to take advantage of you when you were grieving. But I can’t deny holding back my feelings for you anymore.”

Threading his fingers in between yours, he gulped — nervous to tell you in fear of losing you forever.

“I love you (Y/N).”

You were shocked at the sudden confession and turned to look at Satoru, who still was looking down at the ground.

“Satoru, I-“ You began.

“I don’t think I can pretend that I can wait anymore until you’re ready to move on. I know that you don’t feel like you ever will, but we never know what the future holds.”

Slipping his fingers from his free hand onto his blindfold, pulling it down his face as he lifts his head to look at you. You stilled at the look in his eyes; so full of resolve and love as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“If you’ll allow me to, I would like to keep loving you. And if the time comes where you’re ready to move on, please give me the chance to show you that I can make you happy.”

The combination of the determination and the confession itself caused your heart to skip a beat. You felt your cheeks begin to heat as if you felt his love in your own body. You couldn’t take your eyes away from his shining blue eyes, staring straight at you.

“Satoru, I. I don’t know.” Your breathing picked up the pace. You felt as if you were panicking. “You didn’t take advantage of me but I took advantage of you. I was comforted by the never ending kindness you’ve shown me and I…” Tears began to form as you spoke. “I’m a horrible person, Satoru. I shouldn’t have used you in that way to comfort my own feelings. And to even say his name instead.”

Satoru immediately stepped to you, letting go of your hand in order to place both hands on your cheeks. Wiping away the stray tears that fell, he gently shushed you.

“It’s understandable. You haven’t been with anyone after him. Your feelings haven’t strayed from him.”

You shook your head. “Of course I love him. He’s my husband but I…I feel something for you Satoru. And it feels wrong, like I shouldn’t be feeling anything except for what I feel for Kento.”

Satoru jolted for a split second before pressing his forehead against yours.

“(Y/N). It’s ok, don’t force yourself to feel anything for me, even if it’s the tiniest. I’m willing to wait for you no matter how long it takes. I won’t ask you to stop feeling your love for him because I don’t want you to.

It just shows me that when you love, your love is so strong that it transcends anything; even death.”

You closed your eyes as your tears continued to spill.

“Thank you Satoru. For everything. I don’t want to lose you though, even as a friend.” You cried.

“You won’t. Ever. Even if you’ll never feel anything for me, I won’t ever stop being your friend. You’re too important to me.” He responded, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“You’re important to me too, Satoru. You and Yuji are such great influences for Yu and he loves you so much. I’d hate for him to lose you. I don’t want to lose you either.”

“You won’t. Neither one of you will. I promise.”

You nodded and looked up at Satoru. His crystal blue eyes never once stopped looking at you and it was as if after his confession you could clearly see the love resembled in them. How could you ever ask anyone to keep their feelings to themselves? You understood why he confessed and it would be wrong of you to pretend he never had.

The relationship between you was forever changed whether you liked it or not. But it was a change you were happy to welcome. Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but eventually.

taglist: @aelynaneedsalottathing @phoenix666stuff @anaisbambia @mrsyixingunicorn10 @cinnaa-x @xamilarin @cloudsinthecosmos @rivaiken @vr00m-vr00m @shycreatorsandwich @the-fab-killjoy @yoriichiswife @witchbybirth @suhrii @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @vlbi @nineooooo

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Jujutsu Kaisen belongs to Gege Akutami

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Anything For You- A Kristanna Oneshot

Universe: Modern AU

Rating: G (General, fluff)

Length: 1019 Words

Summary: Anna loves Christmas and is very particular about having everything just right. Kristoff just loves spending the season with her. (TW Pregnancy)

A/N: Advent 2022 Day 6

Anna was particular about her hot chocolate. She liked two packets of Swiss miss in a single mug, made with coffee and sometimes with a dollop of chocolate ice cream to cool it down before the marshmallows or whip cream were added on top. Kristoff frequently teased her about it, calling it everything from “witch’s brew” to “death by chocolate”, but he still made it for her anyway.

Kristoff liked his hot chocolate however it was handed for him, and while he sometimes found it too sweet, he’d just add a little milk to it to cut the sugar.

Anna liked the tree covered with garland and white lights with all the ornaments she loved on it. She hung it heavy with little wooden carvings and the Nordic fabric stars that were just like the ones her mother used to make, the ones that Kristoff had watched hours of YouTube videos to perfect making just to see her smile a little brighter their first Christmas in their new home.

Kristoff just liked the tree to be watered, and of course he’d been a little bit of a snob when he’d insisted that they get a real tree instead of artificial. The way that Anna had smiled when he’d suggested it had made him feel like being a little particular every now and then wasn’t so bad.

Anna was set on caroling every year, even if it meant being out in the cold for hours at a time with people they barely knew. She always sang beautifully, and Kristoff never really felt the cold when she was at his side.

Kristoff never had so much fun singing as he did when he was singing with Anna. Her smiles warmed him in below freezing temperatures and he enjoyed himself even though caroling was never his first choice of fun winter activities. He always sang through the streets with her and put little hand warmers in her pockets because while they had their love to keep them warm, he was still worried about frostbite.

Anna’s holiday traditions, the little things she saw and ate and did, were sacred to her. The taste and smell and sound of the holidays were what made them enjoyable.

Kristoff just enjoyed spending them with her.

“I’m sorry I haven’t decorated the tree yet,” Anna said glumly from her position on the couch, “I keep meaning to but…”

“But your feet have been killing you, don’t worry about it Anna, I’ll decorate it while you watch Rudolph.”

They’d already missed caroling this year, and Kristoff knew that Anna was upset by the lack of Christmas activities they’d been engaging in.

“I’m watching Rudolph tonight?”

He hummed in assent, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate with him. He hadn’t wanted to make her suffer through her usual favorite being “perverted with decaf”, so he’d made hers with milk and kept up with the double hot chocolate packets and ice cream and marshmallows, counting his lucky stars that her doctor hadn’t had any complaints about her sugar intake.

She took it from him and her joyless air lifted as quickly as it had come on.

“No coffee,” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead as he set his mug down on their coffee table, “But it’s still death by chocolate.”

“It needs caffeine to be witch’s brew,” she remarked, “I see how the nomenclature works now.”

He smiled at that, walking around the front of the couch, and lifting her legs from the cushions gently with his hands so that he could sit with her feet on his lap.

“Sure, if you say so. Here I was just using the terms interchangeably, but clearly, you’ve spotted a pattern.”

“I’m good at little details,” she replied, some of the misery creeping back into her tone as she took in their surroundings.

“Which is a good thing, so you can guide me. I have no eye for design.”

He slid her socks off her feet as he spoke. Her feet were swollen and sore, as they’d been for the last few weeks, and he’d been doing his very best to rub them each time he had a chance.

“That’s not true,” she said with a sigh, “You’re the one who picked out all the furniture.”

“Because I can tell when things are built well, it doesn’t mean I know what looks good.”

“You made most of our ornaments.”

“Because you described what you wanted to me and I figured it out.”

“You picked the color for the nursery.”

He smiled at that. He had picked the color for the nursery, but that had only been because he and Anna had decided that they didn’t want to know the sex of the baby and that meant there was nothing stopping him from picking green. Anna had been the one to pick out all the coordinating woodland animal themed decorations and furniture.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she tried and failed to sit up to interrupt him, her baby bump making it near impossible for her to move around in a hurry. Instead she waved her hand at him to encourage him to shush.

“Take the compliment Kristoff, it’s all I can give you right now.”

He couldn’t help but snort at that. She was being silly, she was giving him the world just by being here, with him.

“Okay, but still, I’m going to put on a Christmas movie for you and I’m going to carry the ornaments up from the basement and you are going to tell me where to put them. If I don’t hear at least a few ‘a little to the right’, ‘a little to the left’, ‘up, higher, higher’s, I’m going to be very disappointed Anna.”

She did laugh at that, and he smiled appreciatively when her laughter was interrupted by a groan of appreciation as he pressed his thumbs into the arch of her left foot.

“Can the tree wait for a little bit?” she pleaded in very un-Christmassy-fashion.

“Anything for you,” he replied, and he wasn’t joking, not even a little bit.

#kristanna advent 2022 #kristanna #modern au #tw pregnancy #fluff #christmas fluff

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golbrocklovely · 1 year

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since i was asked so nicely by a lovely anon...

here’s the first half of colby’s tweets from 2020.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

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Jan. 1 - being stuck in an elevator with 15 of your friends is the best way to start 2020

i kissed my hand this new years

ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

Jan. 2 - thank you all i love you all

Jan. 7 - weird to think that about a year ago i was sitting in a cell in FL.. time flies

Jan. 11 - lmao i love you guys you get me

Jan. 13 - only fools rush in

Jan. 15 - you took the sun with you when you left -RK

the back of my mind has a constant itch for you

Jan. 16 - happy jail anniversary @/SamGolbach thanks for bailing me out

Jan. 19 - i promise you i’ll never act my age

Jan. 20 - real talk. should sam and i go on tour 2020?

(this makes really sad…)

Jan. 23 - there was an old man who kept coming to the 13th floor around 3am where our room was last night. i don’t like miami anymore i’m headed to orlando

Jan. 31 - looking for that deep connection with someone i'm tired of the superficial shit

Feb. 2 - IM DRUNK AT 3PM LETS GOOO CHIEFSSS

Feb. 4 - my couch is like a bed i could stay here forever

@/BigNik: Nobody cares about my well being but that’s ok

Feb. 5 - you should rap about this real shit bro that would change a lot. turn this emotion into art. i hope you know even if i’m busy i’m always still down to talk as well brother

(i don't like big nik, but this was such a sweet interaction <3)

out of curiosity , would YOU ever spend the night in Queen Marys room B340 if you could ..?

Feb. 6 - imagine if we could all go explore some crazy haunted place one day … together. 🤔 i wonder if that’s even possible

if anyone is taking high school Chemistry right now , i’m so sorry

Feb. 7 - sometimes i can’t take a joke and it’s so annoying

Feb. 8 - i really don’t like myself when i party too hard but i got the best friends in the whole world

@/badboywolfy: This is Saturday afternoon regret hours

you feel me

Feb. 10 - valentine’s day is coming up soon i think i’m gunna throw up

Feb. 12 - sometimes my mind can turn into my worst enemy

Feb. 13 - cant stop thinking about living in another big house with all my boys.. life is about to be insane

keep on fighting and i will too

Feb. 14 - to whoever left a basket of chocolates and teddy bears at my door .. i <3 u

Feb. 15 - I MISS DUBAI

Feb. 16 - shadow man is watching

Feb. 17 - my pupils make me look like i’m rolling balls CONSTANTLY

Feb. 18 - still trying to process the psychic saying i was an old soul estimated to have lived a past 21 lives .. shit messes with your head

Feb. 20 - meeting you guys never gets old

Feb. 24 - missing the nights alone on my balcony

Feb. 25 - express your creativity

(i always wonder why he tweets shit like this out of no where lol)

Feb. 27 - blue haired Colbys makin a comeback

Feb. 29 - i'm always feeling like i'm in a dream

March 3 - need to watch the sunset more

March 5 - i don’t wanna tell my story i’d rather hear yours

March 8 - if this is all we know then we might as well run with it

March 9 - who’s down to have some deep conversations i’m tired of small talk

March 11 - just had my first sleep paralysis dream .. never experienced something so terrifying

praying for the world right now

(and here we go into the pandemic stuff……… great)

March 12 - you can have the prettiest face but i still won’t f w you if the personality isn’t there

March 13 - knowing that we all know nothing

March 15 - i haven’t stocked up on food or hygiene essentials does that mean i’m going to die ? am i making the wrong move here ?

March 16 - if postmates stops delivering i’m actually fucked

random fan: Just sit on your balcony, the stars will feed you

the balcony is the answer to all my internal worries/suffering

March 17 - day 3 of no food in the quarantine, not sure how much longer i can go with just a few almonds to spare. everything is spinning slowly.. i’ve been seeing silhouettes in my room dancing gracefully on the walls, i think my mind is leaving me. would you guys be mad if i ate Sam?

March 18 - time moves on, memories never fade

March 20 - the worst thing is never the last thing

March 22 - i think the only person i can really make crack up is myself

March 24 - it’s times like this i wish i had a little dog by my side who i could call my bestest friend..

@/amberscholl: here u go (pic of george)

can i borrow him? just for a week..? .. or maybe two?

@/amberscholl: (gif saying 'you want it? come and get it')

see you tonight

March 26 - guys i’m trying to learn how to dance but it’s gunna take some time i’m too awkward

March 29 - my last night on the balcony

March 30 - where the emo girls at

(i remember this tweet causing so much chaos in the fandom. everyone claiming they were emo… absolute madness lol)

March 31 - what can i say? me and the boys got gluteus to the MAXimus

(i take it back. THAT PHOTO OF THE BOYS NAKED AND THEIR BARE ASSES?!?!?! died right then and there.)

#colby brock #cb tweets #personal #text

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elizabeth-karenina · 11 months

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15 Questions 15 Mutuals

I wasn’t tagged for this, but I saw it on a mutual’s blog and thought it would be fun to do. I haven’t done one of these in a while, so why not?

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was named after a great-grandmother as well as my paternal grandmother—Dorothy Elizabeth (my great-grandmother) and Jeannette (my grandmother). I adore my grandmother, so I’ve always been honored to share a name with her. I never knew my great-grandmother, who died tragically young, and I’ve always been a little sad that I never knew her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

About a week ago or so. Look, I cry all the time nowadays, so I can’t even accurately tell you. It’s not even a bad thing, mind you. I cry at cute things as well as sad things; at this point, if I’m feeling the emotion, I just let it take over!

3. Do you have kids?

I don’t. I wouldn’t mind having one or two, maybe three, someday with a committed partner. But I am definitely not having children for the sake of having them. If I’m going to be a mother, then I’m doing it because I’m ready.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It depends on the situation. I tend to only do so with my nearest and dearest, and in a humorous sense. I’m of the opinion that sarcasm has a time and place, because depending on the situation, sarcasm can be very rude.

5. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play sports a lot when I was a kid. I used to play kickball and baseball with my cousins and my friends in my neighborhood all the time. And I played on a local soccer team with a bunch of school friends when I was 9. I even went to a basketball camp at my dad’s recreation center when I was 10.

I didn’t keep up with any of this as I got older, mind you LMAO! I’m just not as athletic as other people. But I do love watching sporting events, especially the World Cup.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Their faces, especially their eyes and their smiles.

7. What's your eye color?

Dark brown, like polished mahogany or melted chocolate.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, for sure! As much as I love a good spooky story, I appreciate and care about happy endings more.

9. Any special talents?

I can sing well enough, at least among my friends and my family. I tell stories really well; I do everyone’s voices and everything. I’m pretty good at cheering people up and knowing what to say in any given moment. I’m also pretty good at baking, especially cookies and cakes.

10. Where were you born?

In America, in Maryland to be exact.

11. What are your hobbies?

I’ve gotten back into reading lately, which is wonderful, because I think reading is probably my favorite thing to do. Usually I like reading about history, but I’ve also decided to step out of that and try to read some book series this summer. I’ve been learning French on Duolingo for about 3 years now, and one day I’d like to learn Spanish, Russian, Greek, and Mandarin one day too. I like listening to music and podcasts on the weekends, and when I can plan it, I also like going to the movies and go shopping afterwards.

12. Do you have pets?

For about 13 years, I had a Latsah-Otsah/Maltese dog named Ringo. Unfortunately, he died last year and it was a hard thing to go through. I would love to have another pet, but I live with my family, so if we do decide to get one we’d ALL have to agree upon it. And right now, my family doesn’t feel like it’s ready for anything else, so SADLY I am petless. :(

13. How tall are you?

I am five feet tall! I’m literally a hobbit.

14. Favorite subject in school?

English lit, world history, my Spanish classes, and my chorus class.

15. Dream job?

So many! I wished I had kept up with my music lessons, because I wish I could be in an orchestra or a choir. I used to want to be a radio DJ, too, but that dream fizzled out real quick lmao!

Here’s who I would like to tag: @1980s-jean-ralphio, @miumiumacaron, @stcndupeight, @nellygwyn, @magalis, @roamwithahungryheart, @pocketwish, @octoberinflorence, @grand-duchessa, @midnightinjapan, @wifeofbath, @spicytchai90, @stray-kaz

#i didn't quite get to 15 #there are only so many people i've spoken to on here #there's no pressure tho #Elizabeth responds to things

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nostyl · 1 year

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Some sketches for a comic I want to create based on my wife’s childhood in Mexico called the Baby Ham chronicles. So long story short, my wife as a child looked a lot like the kid actress, Scout from the old movie “To kill a mockingbird.” For those of you who haven’t seen it; Scout made her own Halloween costume in the movie which was a giant ham that fit over her whole body with just an oval cut out for her eyes. And the only decoration on it was the word HAM written across the front. And boom… my wife as a baby has become know as Baby Ham in our household (mainly just by me). And so goes the origin story of the baby ham chronicles, a bilingual webcomic I really want to make one day.

STORYBOARD

Frame 1: a sketch of my wife’s real baby picture for reference but with a little wardrobe update.

Frame 2: this is something my wife would literally say to her friends as the take charge, leader of her kid group, “sigame los buenos” which basically translates into “the good ones, follow me.” (Btw she is from a small town in Mexico hence the Spanish)

Frame 3: baby ham and her little bro walking through the old streets of Parral Mx as 4 and 5 year olds running errands for their mom. (Walking alone as a kid was common in those days and the small town was super safe)

Frame 4: baby ham had an entrepreneurial spirit (still does) and realized she could make money selling stickers, chocolates, pencils and tazos to the other kids at school. So when asked to go buy 2 kilos of tortillas for the household she would ask for slightly less and pocket a peso for herself to reinvest in her merch (literally).

Frame 5: baby ham chillin playin some tazos!

Frame 6: random scene not from her childhood but literally dressed like my wife one day on her way to the airport

Frame 7: baby ham standing up to one of her bigger bullies and slapping her across the face. So sadly my wife was teased quite a bit about her ears and it gave her a real complex. Story has it that she slapped a few girls actually and usually for talking shit about her and making up rumors. She has a pretty strong moral compass especially when it comes to telling the truth so lies did not sit well with baby ham.

*** And that’s it for now… just refining my style a bit and playing around with perspectives. But I hope to have a web comic posting someday soon. Let me know what you think and thanks for reading!

#art #design #journaling #creators on tumblr #culture #books libraries #illustration #sketchbook #sketch #comic #webcomic #to kill a mockingbird #drawing #storyboard #parral #mexico #bilingual

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3fling · 1 year

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Tag 9 People You Want To Get To Know Better!

Thank you thank you @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag this was super fun and I loved reading your post!!

First Ship: oh babey you know it’s Kyoru of Fruits Basket. That was the first non-children’s-media I ever watched and I was immediately enraptured by them. Idk they still occupy a huge piece of my mind, I’m always thinkin bout them.

Three Ships: seriously you’re gonna limit me to three okay hard mode

-- Well I simply *must* start with Taakitz they were so deeply instrumental to The Way My Brain Is Now and I stand by the fact that they’re simply one of the best relationships I’ve ever seen. Do they only have a very little bit of screentime? Yes. Am I criminally in love with both Taako and Kravitz? Also yes. It’s a mental illness I love them. Something Something the world’s greatest wizard and the world’s most down bad grim reaper-- you can rip them from my cold dead hands.

-- I’d be remiss if I didn’t say BokuAkaKuroKen I’m so weak for the Tokyo OT4 nobody talk to me nobody look at me I love the dynamics, I love the characters, I love how different they all are and how well they work together, and I love Mookie’s art of them *drooling* LISTEN you’re telling me you’re not weak for a crazy professional volleyball player, a tired but handsome manga editor, a pro gamer, and a 6′5″ salary man??? Yeah okay. Sure you’re not.

-- I wanna say soapghost so badly but I have to give my last to Widojest. To you they’re the ship that never was, they’re canon to me though. He’s fire, she’s ice (LITERALLY), he hates himself she loves herself and everyone, he’s red she’s blue -- they’re the perfect foils idk guys. He wrote her an effing book for gods sake. HE CAN’T CALL HER BLUEBERRY AND EXPECT ME TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THEM. Yeah like I said to me they’re canon I am respectfully ignoring the end of the campaign.

Last Song: I’m fairly certain was “Fluids” by Michael Medrano it is SUCH the bisexual anthem idk what else to say you guys and I don’t know how to link music so you’ll have to look it up on your own but it’s worth the effort I promise it’s got the club vibes it’s got the catchy lyrics it’s got the bisexual disco cowboy singer what more do you want?????

Last Movie: Glass Onion

I almost never watch movies anymore who has the time but boy and I watched this together while I was recovering from a hospital stay and it was incredible. I love the plot, the cinematography and color design was to die for, costuming had me absolutely *drooling* I could go on and on. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend.

Currently Reading: Beartown by Fredrik Backman

“Culture” is an odd word to use about hockey; everyone says it, but no one can explain what it means. All organizations like to boast that they’re building a culture, but when it comes down to it everyone really only cares about one sort: the culture of winning... We love winners, even though they’re very rarely particularly likeable people. They’re almost always obsessive and selfish and inconsiderate. That doesn’t matter. We forgive them. We like them while they’re winning.

Yeah I’m reading it for the second time in less than a year it’s fine. Idk guys you can just fit *so much* character dynamic, development, and moral quandaries in these little hockey guys and the little hockey town they live in. I can’t recommend Backman’s work enough, especially Beartown, it’s such an important book.

Currently Consuming: PB frozen hot chocolate from freakin’ DQ

Currently Craving: Not to reinforce a stereotype but it’s cheese

Tag you’re it!!! @fandomsgirl10 @couldjanot @nighttimenoodle @lluvguts @eiry-real @enigmatic-cyborg @thatradicalrobot and anyone else who’d like to do this!

#3fling chats #thanks jack

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princesscatalina99 · 1 year

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This will be most likely on instagram but I haven’t fully decided yet.

Small Introduction

Hey there. This isn’t my first roleplay, but it’s my first time doing it on this platform. I’m not sure if I’m using twitter or instagram. I’m leaning towards insta but I may get more people on twitter.. I really hope you guys like this group and we can all have some fun!

Plot

It’s basically what happens in season 3. I put a small synopsis in case you forgot. I may just watch it on Netflix to try and remember everything.

Season 3 took place primarily during Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Jughead's Junior year of high school. Between gang wars, cult rituals, and musical rehearsals, they actually went to prom and took the SATs.

Here’s my character’s backstory. Catalina Andrews doesn’t remember much from her younger years in Riverdale but she remembers more than her mother claims to have. She was a year younger than her brother and he was her favorite person in the world. She remembers the last Christmas they spent together. The Andrews went to the zoo and she saw a red panda and every time they went to see Santa, she begged him for a red panda. And even though it wasn’t a real one, she got a stuffed one that she named Jasper. She remembered going to Pop’s and she got a chocolate milkshake and tried to steal Archie’s French fries.

Well.. all that changed when her mother Mary, for whatever reason, decided to take her away from Archie when she was only 4 years old. Catalina cried as she was torn away from her favorite person in the world. She and Mary moved to Chicago.

While she lived there, she had quite a gloomy life. She hoped every day that she could escape and run back to Riverdale to find her brother. Her mother told her that he would never remember her anymore and he wouldn’t welcome her back. When she was just about to turn 15, she snuck out and ran out. She took her sketchbook, a few snacks and Jasper in her bag and ran out. She has finally arrived in Riverdale after 11 years and no matter what the differences are, she just wants to be with her favorite big brother in all the world. She just hopes her mother wasn’t right and be rejected from her own brother and father.

Rules

1. Please know the show, characters and season before you choose the characters

2. This includes a little bit of sex so please make sure you’re 18+! If you’ve seen riverdale you should probably know that already.

3. I would prefer if my character was the only oc. I don’t want people to take ocs and no canons. So I’d say please choose canons before ocs.

4. Please try to be literate. I would like people to do 3+ lines. Please only speak English and use no *..* when roleplaying and use full sentences.

5. Lgbtqia+ ships are allowed. Please no homophonic slurs or you will be removed.

6. You can play as many characters as you can control.

7. Please try and stay as active as possible.

8. Please stick to the ships I have put down below. You may make new ones if you’d like to.

9. If you would like a course on how to roleplay, just message me and I help.

10. Have fun!

Roles (in alphabetical order)

Alice Smith: Open

Archie Andrews: Open

Betty Cooper: Open

Black Hood: Open

Catalina Andrews: Taken by me

Charles Smith: Open

Cheryl Blossom: Open

Chic “Cooper”: Open

Claudius Blossom: Open

Clifford Blossom: Open

Edgar Evernever: Open

Ethel Muggs: Open

Evelyn Evernever: Open

Fred Andrews: Open

FP Jones: Open

Gargoyle King: Open

Gladys Jones: Open

Hermione Lodge: Open

Hiram Lodge: Open

Jellybean Jones: Open

Joaquin Desantos: Open

Josie McCoy: Open

Jughead Jones: Open

Kevin Keller: Open

Mary Andrews: Open

Moose Mason: Open

Penelope Blossom: Open

Reggie Mantle: Open

Sweet Pea: Open

Toni Topaz: Open

Veronica Lodge: Open

Ships

Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones

Veronica Lodge and Archie Andrews

Cheryl Blossom and Toni Topaz

Kevin Keller and Moose Mason

Mary Andrews and Fred Andrews

Hiram Lodge and Hermione Lodge

Thanks for reading everything! I really hope you have taken the time to read everything through. I hope I’ll see you all here! Please comment below what character(s) you would like to play.

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midnightspunisher · 1 year

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My Top Posts in 2022:

midnights is gonna be taylor’s melodrama

85 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

when ariana grande said “i know that it breaks your heart when i cry again instead of ghosting him” and when phoebe bridgers said “a haunted house with a picket fence to float around and ghost my friends” and when halsey said “my ghost, where’d you go? and when taylor swift said “your smile, my ghost” and when florence and the machine said “you’ll always be my favorite ghost”

140 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

you’re on your own, kid is for the girls who were a pity invite to birthday parties by the cool girl’s parents and then eventually stopped being invited to things. for the girls who try too hard planning parties and gatherings and worry about what works for everyone else’s schedules instead of their own. for the girls who really just wanted to fit in but never fit into a particular group. for the girls who still haven’t had a real relationship in the early twenties. for the girls who fear that when they leave the room, they’re the ones being talked about. you’re on your own, kid! you always have been!

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My #1 post of 2022

TAG GAME!

Highlight what you like or what applies to you.

tagged by @rue-bennett ily <3

Hot shower or cold shower // texting or calling // earbuds or headphones // paperback or hardcover // matte or gel // 12 hour clock or 24 hour clock // blue or green // sunsets or sunrises // tulips or orchids // candle light or moonlight // sci-fi or horror // ball pen or pencil // pandas or koalas // gold or silver // sneakers or boots // denim jacket or leather jacket // pink or purple // chocolate or sour candy // deodorant or perfume // drive-in movie theater or the cinema // pastel colours or neutral/earth tones // lemonade or fruit juice // past or future

tagging @baba-fett @drtaylorswift @daenerys-targaryen @ashley-luv and anyone else who wants to do it but no pressure <3333

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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another rare pokémon aka a two-in-one

1 - Are you interested in any reality TV shows? Yes, but I only watch their snippets on social media more than anything; I was never the type to seek out whole episodes even if it’s a reality show that I enjoy.

2 - When was the last time you made plans with someone? What are you going to do with that person? I haven’t made super sure plans recently but I do know that this Christmas I have at least two get-togethers happening – a Powerpoint party with Angela and Reena; and a reunion with my entire college friend group.

3 - How often (if ever) do you use moisturizer? Never. I don’t even own some.

4 - Name five things you can touch from where you’re sitting right now: This chair I’m sitting on, my phone, the edge of the table, another chair, and my scrunchie. Not a varied selection considering I’m at the rooftop and the most I can touch is just...air, lol.

5 - Have you had any of your wisdom teeth removed? What was the reason? (eg. infection, impaction, lack of space). Yeah, I’ve had two removed. By the time I needed to get them extracted, they were decayed and had reached a point where they were causing excruciating pain throughout my head.

6 - What was the reason for your last hospital visit? Urine and blood tests.

7 - Where was the last place you had an itch? My right knee. I think I had an allergic reaction on that spot since I recall seeing rashes on it the other night.

8 - If you’re on a long car journey, would you rather drive or be the passenger? Depends on who I’m with. If it’s a road trip with family, I’d rather my dad drive; if it’s with friends I’m fine either way and I’d actually prefer if a friend and I would take turns driving.

9 - What’s the earliest time you’ve had to wake up for work? What about the latest time you’ve clocked off for the day? I remember having to wake up at like 4 AM during my INTERNSHIP because we had a client who was going to be on a morning talk show. Looking back though I have little to bitch about because at least I got free breakfast out of it ha.

Latest time I’ve clocked out...probably 1 AM? I can recall a couple of instances off the top of my head where I had no choice but to work through the evening. 10 - Do you use a laptop, desktop, tablet or phone to take your surveys? Always a laptop. I don’t have a desktop; haven’t used the iPad in years; and I imagine it would be a bitch to answer 50-60 questions through a touchscreen.

11 - Are you fussy when it comes to how your surveys are formatted on your blog? Yep, a little bit. I don’t mind doing things manually as long as it’s able to keep my finished surveys exactly the way I usually format them to be.

12 - How old were you when you first got internet access at home? Was it broadband or did you have dial-up first? Technically I was like 3 when I first had a taste of dial-up internet - my parents mainly kept it around so they could email one another while my dad would work in another country. I never used it though lol, because what was there for a 3 year old to do on the internet in 2001?

Anyway, the first time I got to use the internet for real was in 2008, when I was 10. Back then the laptop still had to be plugged into the router at all times if we wanted to keep online.

13 - When was the last time you painted your nails? Not sure. A couple of months ago, I think.

14 - What’s your typical order when you go to Starbucks (or wherever your favourite coffee shop is)? Iced caramel macchiato, in grande. I try to make the pastry different every time but I am quite partial to their dark chocolate macadamia cookie.

15 - What’s your favourite thing to have on toast? Just butter is fine.

16 - Do you have any debt? If so, are you on top of paying it all back? Yeah like P200 to my dad because I didn’t have cash on-hand to pay for a recent package I received hahaha.

17 - What was the last thing you purchased with a credit card? Continued from...Tuesday or whenever it was. Technically it was my dad’s credit card and the last and only thing I bought with it was my current phone.

18 - Have you been to college/university? If so, has your degree been useful to you or was it a bit of a waste of money? I did go to college but I got to enjoy free tuition for like 7 out of 8 sems, so I wouldn’t be a good judge for worth it-yness. As for my degree, it has been useful to a degree – I’m not a journalist per se but I have stayed within the profession, and I can say it’s helped me out.

19 - How often do you travel by public transport? Never. I would use it if it were as reliable as the ones I see in like Korea or Europe, but alas I live in the Philippines. I’d much rather drive.

20 - Do you have an instagram account? If so, how often do you post on there and what kind of things do you post? I do. I mainly post stories, but my overall profile (when I do occasionally post) is basically a recap of all the museums I go to, and the artworks I see. If anyone’s familiar with RM’s Instagram profile, my own profile is essentially the same thing minus the nature and minus photos of myself haha. My Instagram is strictly dedicated to art.

21 - Are you close to your extended family? Do you wish you were closer? Some! I’m very close with my mom’s side of the family; but I’ve also been making an effort to be closer with my dad’s side as we are not getting any younger.

22 - Do you prefer to give your pets human names or not? We give them human names that just so happen to also be suitable for pets, if that makes sense? Like I wouldn’t name a pet Mark or Lisa, but we’ve named our pets Kimi (after Kimi Raikkonen) and Cooper. Only Agi’s isn’t human-like.

23 - Do you like having ice in your drinks? Only when I’m outdoors.

24 - When was the last time you went to a BBQ restaurant? Couple of months ago when my uncle Rocky visited from the States and wanted to get Korean barbecue.

25 - When was the last time you re-arranged the furniture? Is this something you like to do often? Literally just this weekend since we put up our Christmas tree and had to move some stuff around to make space for it. We don’t do it a lot and actually it just only happens around the Christmas season.

26 - Have you ever used a fire extinguisher? Would you know how to use one without reading the instructions? Never had to, and no. I really should learn how to, come to think of it...

27 - What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to deal with at your job? Clients with expectations that are just wildly unrealistic and force us to find a way to make it realistic.

28 - What was the last thing you used your mobile phone for? I used Spotify to play music while I take surveys.

29 - Did you used to play The Sims? What version or expansion pack was your favourite one to play? I did! I was never a big follower though and just bought whatever kind my dad happened to buy. I played Sims 2 on the PS2 a lot when I was younger; and then Sims 4 a bit with the PS4.

30 - What was the last thing you used a lighter for? I’ve never used a lighter for anything haha. Scared of fire.

Would you tell your co-workers what underwear you have on? I imagine I’d only do so outside of a work environment, like if we were having dinner somewhere as just friends and not co-workers.

Do you make your bed each morning? Yes. It helps me calm down and get into the Right Mood for work. Having a messy environment subsequently messes with my ~condition for the day.

How many family photos do you have in your home? We have a handful of them perched along our stairs, and I believe my parents also keep a few family portraits in their bedroom.

Are you concerned about the economy? Yes, mostly on how it affects the poor and how it makes them poorer. I’m very fortunate and privileged to be in a place wherein inflation doesn’t noticeably affect me and my family’s situation, but it shatters me a little bit every time I read the news and see a student have to stop schooling or jeepney drivers being forced to stop working because gas just costs too much now.

What is the most interesting food you’ve eaten? This Filipino fusion place in Pobla that had unique takes on local cuisine. I’m not a big fan of Westernized or fancified takes on Filipino food, but their dishes were quite tasty!

Do you remember anything you learned in school? Yeah man, like most of them haha. They’ve been helpful.

Are you happy with how much money you make? I am, but because I am selfish and materialistic I am always wanting more lol.

How do you feel about people who drive SUVs? Whatever? It’s the way people drive that would help form my opinion around them.

When is the last time you saw your real hair color? A couple of weeks ago when I still had my roots + brown hair. Recently dyed my whole hair purple though.

Are you the type of person that will parallel park? Yes. It’s easy for me because I have cute lil car hahaha.

Will you drive around the block to look for a spot? As much as possible, no. I’d rather wait if it means I get to secure a spot close to where I need to be.

What do you like to collect? K-pop merch... 😬

How many pancakes could you eat in 5 minutes? Barely one. I am an excruciatingly slow eater.

Do you think cheese and mustard together on a sandwich is gross? I’m not sure as I’ve never had it, I think. I’d still try it though.

How do you feel about babies? I like them.

What is the worst taste to have in your mouth? Spoiled stuff.

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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🍁Autumn Asks🍂 Amber - what's something you do every day? Take my medicine.

Blankets - sweaters or fuzzy blankets? I like both. I love the coziness of fall and winter.

Boo - ghosts or witches? Ghosts.

Bundled - describe your ideal date. I think like a cafe date or strolling around in a cute little town with vintage and unique shops and bookstores.

Camping - do you like s'mores? Yes. It’s been quite awhile since I’ve had one, though.

Candy Corn - what's your favorite candy? Reese’s, KitKats, M&Ms, Twix, white chocolate, candy corn.

Cardigans - favorite autumn colors? Orange, yellow, red, brown.

Crow - what's an unpopular opinion you have on autumn? Pumpkin spice is bleh.

Creature Comforts - cats or dogs (or other)? Dogs.

Comfy - plaid shirts or demin jackets? Plaid shirts.

Costume - do you like to dress up for Halloween? Do you have a go to costume? I used to, but I stopped dressing up like 6 years ago. I don’t go anywhere or do anything anymore except stay at home and watch scary movies while I snack on candy. I also just haven’t had the energy or motivation to dress up.

Cold Hands - are you single or in a relationship? I’m single.

Cozy - describe your ideal fall day. I love when it rains and also when I can smell that wood burning smell.

Dream - describe your perfect au. I lived somewhere where it had real fall seasons (unlike where I live in California) and it’s cool year round (again, unlike California where it’s hot majority of the time). I also love towns with cute shops and cafes.

Evergreen - do you like Christmas trees? I love Christmas trees.

Fireplace - do you decorate for fall? Sometimes. I really wanted to go big this year and do a lot of seasonal/holiday stuff, it’s been a really rough year for me and I’m dealing with a lot of health stuff right now so I’m not able to. I had been slacking the past few years as it was due to health stuff and now this year, especially the past several months, it’s been really rough.

Fresh Air - what's something you're thankful right now? My family.

Frost- anything you're looking forward to? Even though I’m not able to do much, I’m still looking forward to the next few months in regards to the holidays as well as fall and winter.

Giving - do like giving or receiving gifts more? Receiving is nice of course, but I truly love getting gifts for my family.

Halloween - what's your favorite Halloween tradition? Watching scary movies, putting up decorations, and eating Halloween themed candy and treats.

Handmade - do you like making presents? I’m not creative/crafty/artistic enough to do that.

Harvest - do you like going to autumn festivals? I did when I was a kid, like the ones they had at the school.

Hearth - ideal home? Spacious enough for 4 adults and a doggo, hardwood floors, a balcony, big backyard and a nice patio deck.

Holidays - do you prefer Halloween, Thanksgiving, or Christmas? I enjoy all three, but Christmas is my all time favorite.

Intricate - what's a subject you have random knowledge about? Some Disney stuff.

Joking - favorite silly joke? I’m just a sucker for corny/punny/cheesy/dad joke type humor.

Kids - do you like trick or treating? I loved it as a kid. Hell, I still went trick or treating a few times as a teenager.

Laces - knee high boots or fuzzy boots? I like ankle boots.

Leaves - favorite candle scent? I love the autumnal scents from Bath & Body Works.

Maze - apple picking or pumpkin patch? Pumpkin patch.

Macabre - you have peculiar interests? I don’t think so?

Novel - favorite book? I could never choose just one.

Oven - what's your favorite holiday thing to bake? I like making and decorating sugar cookies, cupcakes, and the easy bake Pillsbury sugar cookies.

Pie - what's your favorite type of pie? I just like cheesecake and banana creme pie.

Pinecone - are you crafty? No.

Potpourri - tell us something random about you. I like to color.

Pumpkins - do you like to carve pumpkins? Any favorite designs? Yes and no. Cleaning out the “guts” from the inside is a pain and when I carve they don’t come out that great, even if I use a stencil.

Pumpkin Spice - favorite seasonal drink? I love hot coffee year round, but I like some of the seasonal drinks from Starbucks like the apple crisp macchiato and the peppermint white chocolate mocha. I miss when they had the toasted graham latte and the butterscotch latte.

Quiet - how do you relax? I attempt to relax by doing stuff like this, watching TV, watching YouTube, reading, listening to ASMR, sleeping. It’s hard for me to really relax, though.

Rain - favorite type of weather? Fall and winter weather.

Sweaters - what's your go to fall outfit? I used to wear a lot of plaid and boots, but the past few years my attire became just graphic tees and leggings. I love sweatshirts and hoodies as well.

Spooky - do you believe in the supernatural? Yes.

Scary - what's your favorite scary movie? I have several favorites, but among the top are the Halloween, Scream, and It films. There’s so much more, though.

Socks - do you wear socks to bed? Yeah.

Syrup - waffles or pancakes? I like both, but waffles are better.

Tasty - do you have a comfort food? Ramen, Wingstop, sweets. These days since I can’t eat much (I was supposed to have this test done so I can hopefully start eating more, but my doctor scheduled me for the wrong test and we have to reschedule... I’ve been waiting to get it done for over a month now) my comfort foods have been mashed potatoes and gravy, cream of wheat, cheesecake, and ice cream.

Tea - what's something that soothes you? Being at the beach and watching/listening to the waves crash in and out, feeling the ocean breeze, and smelling the ocean air.

Trees - are you in school? What do you study? No, I’m done with school.

Trains - if you could spend the fall anywhere, where would you go? Hmm. I’d have to think about that. Somewhere like I’ve described already that has actual falls and the cute shops.

Thanksgiving - do you celebrate Thanksgiving? What traditions so you have? Yes. My brother and I take care of the appetizers and my mom makes the turkey and sides. We eat together and watch a movie.

Ultimate - describe your best holiday experience. Holidays as a kid were the best.

Vintage - favorite decade? The 90s for sure.

Warmth - bonfires or indoor fires? I like both.

Yule - what's one wish you have for this holiday season? I hope I’m able to do some things by Christmastime.

Zeal - what is something you go all out for? I used to go all out for the holidays in regards to decorating, but I haven’t been able to do as much these past few years.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #fall #autumn

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1. Do you ever go back and look through all the surveys you’ve taken? Are there any answers that make you cringe, or that you’d answer differently next time around? not really, and probably wouldn’t make me cringe cause I’m always straight up honest so...

2. What is something most everyday people don’t know or wouldn’t be able to guess about you? I went through DFS (Child Protective Services in NJ) at 12 years old and had to live with a next door neighbor for 6 months due to bad domestic violence between my parents while I was there and they were both arrested...

3. If you could have someone make you breakfast every morning, what kinds of things would you want them to make? Biscuits and gravy, bacon, hash browns smothered and covered, coffee

4. Where is the scariest place you’ve ever been? What made it so terrifying? hmm aside from home? I haven’t really been anywhere abandoned or haunted...I’d love to go!

5. Did you celebrate Easter? Are there any holidays you are more inclined to celebrate than others? If so, which? kinda I mean I don’t do anything really, used to do baskets and egg hunts and egg coloring obviously as a kid but now it’s just another day. I try to still get chocolate though lol. I celebrate pretty much any main holiday, just don’t go all out...more just try to deal and get through the family get togethers during em...holidays are pretty much ruined for me from years of them being drama and hell, and now that I can’t even drink it’s even worse..

6. If you’re on the internet, what are you most likely to be doing? Tumblr, FB, Youtube, googling something I need to look up, music

7. When was the last time you experienced a pleasant surprise? can’t remember right now cause it’s been hell breaking loose for months now...

8. What were your favorite parts of the previous week? Do you have any plans for this week? nothing really, it’s been shit...and yep I’ve got a major appointment at the cancer institute regarding setting up a major surgery on the 23rd so yeah...

9. What was the last thing you deleted? snapshots

10. What colors make up the majority of your wardrobe? Is there any color you like, but don’t wear often? black, earth tones, blue especially jeans...I can’t stand anything yellow so I never wear it

11. When was the last time you were in any amount of pain? past few days being violently sick cause of a bad chronic illness I have...chest was on fire, stomach burning, gagging real bad, neuropathy in my feet going insane, heart pounding out of my damn chest...

12. Do you have any unusual habits or preferences when it comes to food? not much I’m really not picky with food

13. Tell a fact about the last person you spoke to? she’s a manipulative, abusive, controlling, violent, vindictive bitch.

14. What is something you tend to carry with you everywhere? phone

15. What was the last thing you completed? surveys obviously

16. Do you take pictures often? What are the main subjects of your photography? not often really but...selfies, my cat, fiance

17. Post a picture of one of your favorite memories and tell the story behind it? nope not going there right now.

18. If you’re reading a book, how close are you to finishing it? Do you have any idea what you’ll read next? I need to get back into reading so bad...I’m either gonna be rereading the Harry Potter books now that I finally got the full box set again (lost em years ago in a hurricane, fiance got em for me Xmas), or Tom Felton’s book which is basically the same thing lol it’s his autobiography about growing up playing Draco among other things

19. Is there anything you’ve been more optimistic about lately? NOPE.

20. What does the sky look like right now? it’s real sunny, not sure if there’s any clouds I’ll see it in about an hour when my food gets delivered

21. What was the last thing you snacked on? chicken noodle soup and chips from Panera

22. Do you prefer fruits or vegetables? both

23. When was the last time you had to ask for help? What about the last time someone asked you? the beginning of the month when my card expired so while waiting to get a new one, I had my fiance let me use his. as for someone asking me? hmm...not sure right now

24. Where was the last place you went? How long will it be until you leave the house again? Wawa for smokes, which I lucked out given my license expired and they didn’t card me..I’m leaving on the 23rd for an appt

25. What’s the longest you’ve ever stayed inside? How about outside? haha seriously? I’m ALWAYS FUCKING INSIDE...longest outside? I’d say Camp Redcloud back in 5th grade..I think it was like near a week, give or take, it was a school trip

26. Who was the last person to hug you? Do you hug this person often? fiance, barely given his job always sending him away... :(

27. What are you most likely to argue or debate about? mental illness or medical illness and what it does to you that no one ever gets cause it’s not them.

28. What was the last show you watched? Have you seen it before, or is it something you’re watching for the first time? I have ID on in the background and yeah it’s repeats right now. it’s all crime shows and docs.

29. How would you describe your taste in clothing? What would a dream outfit look like to you? casual and comfy. I’m a tomboy so gimme a pair of jeans and a tee and I’m good. oh and a hoodie too for sure.

30. How has your day been so far? don’t....

#survey #bored #random #about me

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myeyestoyours · 1 year

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Dear you,

Time for a birthday summary. Here it goes!

I turned 26 this year. I’m entering a new phase I guess. But never gonna get tired of my birthdays. It started with me being excited about my day approaching: a day i celebrate myself snd everyone who make me who I am. Azeem asked me what I wanted for a present. When I didn’t give a definitive answer, he just told me he’d dress up for me. For me, that’s when my birthday started- 2 days before it arrived! Also that day, I received a parcel with things I couldn’t possibly get over and ofcourse it was Anukriti. In the two decades of knowing her, how have we barely met but never missed each other’s birthdays? It is beautiful how some childhood hobbies and obsessions still haven’t changed in me and she could be the only one recognising it!

Somehow, being lonely is my greatest fear on my birthday so I always like to plan my birthdays. I like to remind people to be around me when I bring in a new year in my life. Munich, my favourite city, has turned into a scary place in the past year: loneliness eats me up. So, for my midnight, I invited Shruta and Safal to bake a cake with me. Cute how they did turn up spontaneously. I didn’t have much to treat them with but I was happy and they were generous with their gestures that evening. We were just existing together when the date changed, I got my hugs and I was smiling. Inaas still managed to wish me the first on my day. In 6 years or 7, this was my first birthday midnight without her. I missed her momentarily. After a good night’s sleep, I woke up to a bunch of beautiful messages and took the time to appreciate them. Baini said in a long long message that I am the best and that she loves my presence in her life.

Roshni called me a ball of sunshine. Mom sent emotional blessings. Dad prepared a virtual card. Maria called me gorgeous. Mansi said she loved me despite all the adulting pain. And just so many more messages wishing me a wonderful day! I took my time getting ready for work in the “musafir” hoodie my family sent over for me. I resonate with it. With all the smiles ever, I arrived at work, just to be welcomed by a HUGE cake on my table from Hermine and a note on top saying her son hot sick so she couldn’t stay. Is she for real? Can someone really travel an hour to and another back just to drop me a cake she baked? Do I even deserve this much love? I was already tearing up at this point. Then, my eyes moved to another bag full of chocolates and a greeting card by Hande. Such a sweetie! What was most distracting was the money plant anonymously lying on my desk. Ofcourse it was Sophie. She’s a sweetheart, she knew exactly what would make me smile widest on my day! While I rushed to thank these people, Juliano stopped and hugged me tight. He says I am sweet and that he loves me for that. That is validating m, yep it is. Jintian got me a yellow card and a pair of clip on earrings. Who told her about my obsession with earrings? Such a sweetie ! Isabel got me a goodie bag from the body shop. She said she picked her favourite stuff for me. I appreciate that. Then I gathered everyone for sharing the three cakes I had. Everyone was adorable with their greetings and ranking the cakes for no reason was super fun. Teresa said she loves how I work and she wishes we’d met before. That made me smile. Safal called me randomly and I took me to the third floor. He had gotten me a slice of Sachertorte and a postcard with our picture collage on it! Him knowing that’d make me smile, meant the world to me. Who’s gonna tell him that was my favourite birthday moment? Loved when people came amidst work and across buildings even to share a moment with me. Alina gave me the tightest longest hug of the century and got me a balloon full of pink confetti inside. I don’t remember telling her that I love balloons and that I associate my birthdays with balloons. I thought it’d be too childish to do that. But she knew, how? Sophie Maria and Alina said they have apparently also planned a surprise activity for me that I have no clue when I am getting to know. But I’m excited! Cuties! At some point I left work with Alina Sophie Joel and my beautiful balloon swinging in my hand until we entered the bus and it burst open making the whole bus laugh as all things were covered in confetti. That was something for sure. Received several calls from relatives (Maamu, Didiya..who else..?) while we reached the escape room we had planned! It was about an art collector’s most prized painting hidden somewhere and we were the robbers on a mission. It was tremendous fun and the sun peeking out right after we finished to make way for a few scoops of homemade icecream scoops was just perfect. At this point I checked time and I knew I would be late for my grand birthday dinner because I also needed to dress-up. 10 minutes, that’s all I took to look from rag to fab and arrived at the table booked for 10 people with just 2 sitting there. Azeem looked gorgeous and Shruta was as fab as always. I couldn’t stop smiling. Shruta also got me amazing lipshade and skincare and her favourite chocolate (maybe because I am a favourite). I must mention that some very cool stickers arrived at work right on my birthday! :)Ankush arrived with tulips of my favourite colours and Safal turned up in a denim jacket that he liked to believe doesn’t suit him. I appreciate when people make efforts. Slowly Kat Rakshita Jahnavi and Inaas also arrived after their long train rides and they even took their Friday off for me. I was humbled by the sight of them. It was a fun dinner I must admit and Shruta ending it with her delicious cake in the end was the better part of the evening. That girl worked way too hard for me that day. Apparently Safal also helped.

Bringing people to my place was such a good feeling and so was unpacking a masterchef apron and a Nepali cookbook from my favourite chef I had hoped to own someday. I am going to start cooking regularly soon, I promised them. They even got me a colourful strap for my sling bag and a digital photoframe which they get to control from their phones and add pictures as per their moods. I loved that idea of connecting. Kat got me a pair of earphones I have been longing for since November now. All perfect perfect. After some chitchat and fun, we dozed off and woke up to Talitha bring me a stuffed bumble bee she hand knitted for me. How do people spend so much effort on others? Just how? It is now my favourite stuffed toy. Best part about my birthday celebration was it lingered on with another cake that Inaas baked and safely got for me through 10hrs of travel, some ceramic painting session we had, tattoo designing and just dance and cooking and all the sessions we had together over that long weekend. It’s always happy when Inaas her endless bag of love to give is around and when Rakshita and I are just fine. Having resolved some little grudges with Rakshita was a birthday present to count this year! The only right way to celebrate isn’t it? And for cherry on the top, we went to see my to be home and everyone loved every corner to bits and that was so validating!!! I even made space for a new mirror that some people went all the way to ikea after a tiring workday to get (hopefully out of love and not obligation).

Had an institute birthday party as well very recently and I must say the food and Rabih’s baby, Munia stole the show. Was a fun evening.

I am still trying to get over it. What hurt was Upasana forgetting my birthday and Mansi not making time for me. Felt like the end of an era- an era of a childhhood friendships! But happens right? That’s how Adulting works I guess.

Well, another year of celebrating experiences and people and lessons learned!

Hope you enjoyed reading about my birthday!

See you later again!

-B

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