#hopefully it's okay for me to talk casually about some of this stuff now with the show being over lol

[neunhofferart]

Do you know if Sammy has a canon sexuality? Obviously she's sapphic but like does she have a specific identity? If not, can you say what your headcanon would be?

I don't think the writers really gave any of the campers specific romantic preferences. In an earlier draft of Yaz's coming out episode I think she was more clearly implied to be bi, but that's about it. While on the show I did latch onto the headcanon/soft canon of Yaz being bi (because I'm also bi as well as demi so being unsure of labels was very relatable to me). As for Sammy, she's more of a mystery to me! I think whatever you read into characters and headcanon yourself is completely valid.

#I was also just a wee board artist on the show so my headcanons cannot be taken as word of god haha #I didn't write on it I just drew interpretations of what the scripts said #Ask #camp cretaceous #Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous #hopefully it's okay for me to talk casually about some of this stuff now with the show being over lol

[mariclerc]

A project of love | ls2

Summary: where you have to do a project with your crush and you try not to fall for him.

Warning: none.

a/n: requested and dedicated by @bananaleclerc I hope you like it!! And yes, I need a break from posting so much 😂😂

You're hunched over a textbook at a library table, surrounded by scattered notes and a half-eaten granola bar. Just then Logan enters the library, a whirlwind of energy and a backpack overflowing with what looks like every microbiology textbook ever written.

He slammed his books down next to you. “Hey there, study buddy! Ready to conquer the microscopic world?”

You jump a little, startled. He flashes a dazzling smile. “Uh, yeah, hi Logan. I was just... uh... reviewing.” You say, trying to sound casual.

“Awesome! Me too. Though, to be honest, my brain feels like it's about to explode from all these bacteria names.” He pulls out a chair dramatically and sits down. “Did you get a chance to look at the project outline Professor Davies sent? Apparently, we're germ-fighting partners!”

Your stomach flips. Internally screaming, you manage a smile. “Yeah, I saw it. Partnered up, huh? Makes sense, I guess.”

“Definitely! We balance each other out, right? You with your quiet genius vibe, and me... well, I bring the enthusiasm.”

You laugh nervously, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“I wouldn't call myself a genius, but hopefully, I can keep up with your... enthusiasm.”

“Oh, you will, trust me. So, what do you think? Should we start with some foundational stuff, or dive straight into the exciting world of, like, antibiotic resistance?” he grins.

You take a deep breath, trying to focus. “Maybe foundational stuff first? That way, we're both on the same page when we get to the more complex topics.”

”Sounds like a plan! But hey, don't worry about keeping up. Like I said, I'm basically a walking microbiology encyclopedia. Just ask away if you get lost.”

You nod, but your mind is racing. Trying to focus on the project feels impossible now that you're so close to him.

You clear your throat. “Okay, so... cell walls of bacteria... what were we talking about those in lecture?”

Logan launches into an explanation, peppered with jokes and pop culture references. You try to concentrate, but all you can think about is the way his eyes light up when he talks about something he's passionate about.

Later, after a productive study session, you're packing your things.

“So, should we meet again tomorrow? Same time, same place?”

You feel your heart pounding. “Uh, yeah, sure. Sounds good.”

“Great! Hey, you seem a little quiet today. Everything alright?” he asks softly.

You force a smile. “Yeah, no, I'm just... tired, I guess... All this studying.”

“Studying can be draining! But hey, at least we're suffering together, right?” He winks at you. “See you tomorrow, germ fighter!”

He flashes another smile and throws you a peace sign before walking off. You sigh, a mix of frustration and a secret thrill bubbling in your chest. Studying with Logan might be the most nerve-wracking, yet strangely fun, experience of your university career so far.

You watch him disappear into the library crowd, a bittersweet pang in your chest.

You mutter to yourself. “Germ fighter, huh? More like heartbreaker.”

You gather your things, a sudden wave of determination washing over you. You like Logan, a lot. But you can't let that distract you from the project. You take a deep breath and head out of the library, a plan forming in your mind.

***

The next day, you arrive at the study table a few minutes early. You've spent the morning making flashcards – not just on microbiology, but also on Logan's interests you've gleaned from his conversation snippets. Genetics? Check. Obsession with the movie "The Andromeda Strain"? Double check.

He bursts in, a little late and slightly out of breath.

“Sorry I'm late! Professor Davies got us sidetracked talking about her research on bioluminescent bacteria. Apparently, there's a kind that glows neon green – can you believe it?” He says hurriedly, making you laugh a little, just then he notices the flashcards on the table. “Whoa, flashcards? You serious?”

You nod smiling, not as nervously as yesterday. “Just thought they might help us remember all this complex stuff. Besides, I found some fun facts related to the topics we need to cover. Maybe a little trivia can keep things interesting?”

His eyes wide at your words. “You got fun facts about bacteria? Okay, you officially win coolest study partner ever! Shoot, let's hear one.”

You pick up a flashcard and grin. Maybe studying with Logan won't be so bad after all. Maybe you can find a way to balance your academic focus with a sprinkle of something more.

***

The following week becomes a whirlwind of flashcards, late-night library sessions fueled by takeout, and a slow, simmering tension between you and Logan. Your knowledge of bacteria trivia becomes legendary, earning you surprised yet impressed glances from Logan. He, in turn, starts bringing coffee (with extra whipped cream for you, which you secretly adore) and peppering the study sessions with personal anecdotes, revealing a surprisingly deep and caring side beneath his bubbly exterior.

One rainy afternoon, hunched over a microscope analyzing bacterial cultures, Logan asks. “Hey, you ever wonder what those bioluminescent bacteria actually look like in real life?”

You glance up, surprised by the sudden seriousness in his voice. “Not really.” you admit, “but Professor Davies said she has some under a special microscope in her lab. Maybe we could ask if we could take a peek after our next class?”

He grins, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Perfect... We can make it a little research adventure.”

The stolen glance you share sparks a warmth in your chest, a silent acknowledgement that this is more than just a study session. The next day, after you convince a hesitant Professor Davies to let you glimpse the glowing bacteria, you find yourselves alone in the dimly lit lab.

As you peer through the microscope, Logan leans closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Wow.” he whispers, “they're incredible.”

You hum in agreement, captivated by the tiny emerald lights dancing before your eyes. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken emotions. You can feel the heat radiating from him, his breath tickling your ear.

Suddenly, the lab door bursts open, revealing Professor Davies returning from her meeting. You and Logan jump apart, both cheeks flushing a deep red.

“Did you get to see them?” she asks cheerfully.

“Yes, Professor,” you stammer a little bit, “they're amazing!”

As the week progresses, the air between you crackles with a new awareness. You find yourself stealing glances at Logan as he talks, your heart skipping a beat when he laughs at one of your jokes.

During a particularly frustrating attempt at culturing E. coli, you blurt out, “Ugh, these bacteria are so stubborn!”

“Hey,” Logan says softly, placing a hand on yours, “we'll figure it out together... Like always.”

His touch sends a jolt through you, and you meet his gaze, your eyes locked in a silent conversation. In that moment, you both know this partnership has become something more, a budding connection waiting to bloom amidst the petri dishes and microscopes.

The shared look hangs heavy in the air, the frustration of the stubborn E. coli forgotten. Logan's hand lingers on yours, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. You can feel the warmth radiating from him, and a blush creeps up your neck.

“Maybe,” he starts, his voice a low rumble, “we should take a break from these little buggers. Grab some coffee, clear our heads?”

You nod mutely, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Stepping out of the lab, the rain has stopped, leaving the air fresh and clean. As you walk side-by-side, a comfortable silence settles between you. You steal a glance at Logan, his profile sharp against the setting sun.

Reaching the familiar coffee shop you frequent, you order your usual, Logan opting for his favorite with extra whipped cream (a detail that makes your stomach flutter with a strange mix of amusement and affection). Settling into a quiet corner booth, you both sip your drinks, the tension still simmering beneath the surface.

“Thanks for sticking with this project,” Logan says, his gaze fixed on you. “It wouldn't have been nearly as fun without you.”

A shy smile graces your lips. “It wouldn't have been so bad with you either.”

He leans closer, his eyes searching yours. The air crackles with unspoken desire. In a voice barely above a whisper, he asks, “Can I do something?”

Your breath catches in your throat. You nod hesitantly, a shiver running down your spine. He closes the distance between you, his hand cupping your cheek. His touch is soft, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

The kiss is tentative at first, a brush of lips that sends a wave of heat through your body. But then, something shifts. He deepens the kiss, his hand moving to cradle your head, tilting it for better access. You melt into him, the taste of coffee and something uniquely Logan swirling on your tongue.

The kiss is brief, broken by a gasp for air. He leans his forehead against yours, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Your eyes flutter open to meet his, a goofy grin plastered across his face.

“Wow,” he breathes, a mixture of awe and amusement in his voice.

You can only manage a shaky smile, your heart overflowing with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. The world seems to tilt on its axis, and for a moment, only you and Logan exist in this small corner of the coffee shop.

As you pull back and smile, a newfound confidence sparks within you... Maybe this partnership, born amidst bacteria and microscopes, could blossom into something more. And you, for one, are eager to see where it leads.

#formula one x reader #f1 x you #logan sargeant #logan x reader #logan sargent x reader #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x you #logan x you #logan x y/n #logan sargeant fluff #mariclerc fics

[writeforfandoms]

Waking Lions 7

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Ace gets in over her head. Fortunately, Laswell knows someone who can help.

Warnings: Blood, injury (relatively minor), death of a minor character, so much spy shit, the plot thickens, Price is not very nice this chapter. 

Word count:  3k

Your flight landed in Ireland, and you had to check your phone twice. Once to check the time (you’d gone through multiple time zones in the last week) and once to confirm the location. 

You really needed a good night’s sleep, soon. You were beginning to feel stretched too thin. Maybe you’d take this info in person to Kate, crash at her place for a week. 

You arrived at the meeting place early, settling in and getting something to eat. You kept a casual eye out around you - it all just looked like locals gathering after a day of work. The gentle chatter was soothing in its own way. 

A man stood at your table, looking nervous and fidgety. “How do you like the view?” he asked, speaking carefully. He even sounded a little stilted. Hopefully you’d never run into him again. 

“The green does my soul good,” you responded the other half of the code, much more normally. “Please, have a seat. Can I get you anything?” 

He sat and immediately ordered a beer. You frowned, just a little, but complied. So long as he remained sober and talking, you wouldn’t begrudge him a little something to take the edge off. 

You were careful not to put your notebook on the table where it could be seen, but you did hit record on your phone. You’d transfer the recording to a USB later - for now, this was the easiest way to get the information down fast. 

“You know someone in the group?” you asked quietly, gently leading. 

“Aye,” he agreed softly. “My cousin. He was the decent sort, but he got into some weird shit, ya know? And then…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “Dunno how he got mixed up in all of this, but he keeps saying that the new world order is coming, shite like that. Crazy shite.” 

You nodded, hoping you looked appropriately sympathetic rather than just eager. “I see. What do you know of their plans?” 

“Not much,” he admitted, wringing his hands together. When his beer arrived, he downed nearly half of it in one go. “I know they are planning stuff, right? But he’s not allowed to tell me stuff, could get him killed to tell me too much.”

You hummed your understanding, watching him carefully. He was too nervous to be lying to you. If you had to guess, he was nervous about getting caught. “What else can you tell me?” 

You sat and listened patiently for the next forty-five minutes as he went on a ramble, a mixture of propaganda you figured the Russians used, a few oblique references to Al-Qatala, how much he missed his cousin, and how he was nervous to talk to people now. Honestly, it was a bit headache inducing. 

You weren’t sure you’d exactly call this the font of information you had been hoping for… but it was better than nothing. So you slipped the man cash and stood to leave.

“Can I walk you anywhere?” he offered, cheeks pinked from the second beer. 

“No,” you refused gently. “Thank you. It’s better if we go our separate ways and don’t speak again.”

“Oh. Right. Okay.” He bobbled a little, awkward and uncertain. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” You couldn’t help but smile a little. Aw. Darling. You turned to leave, deciding to head back to your hotel to transcribe the information before taking it back to Laswell. 

A thump from behind you made you still, heart slamming into overdrive as all your hair stood on end. One look back confirmed what you had feared. 

He was dead, slumped to the ground. 

The first scream came from the pub the two of you had just left, and you dove for cover behind a car. A bullet pinged into the brick behind you, where you had been a moment before. 

You were in fucking trouble now. 

Hands shaking, you looked back at the pub to see several people on their phones, likely phoning the cops. Another bullet hit the car you were hidden behind. 

You could stay and hope the car provided good enough cover until the police arrived. 

Or you could make a dash for it and get the hell out. 

Swallowing, you reached into your bag, grabbing the beanie you weren’t using. Quick investigation showed that ahead of you was another car, a line of them going down the street to provide some cover. The opposite direction had no cover but quickly turned into an alley behind the building. 

Taking your chances, you tossed the beanie towards the next car, making sure it would be visible from above. And you booked it in the opposite direction, ignoring the bullets behind you. You rounded the corner and could have cried with relief. As you suspected, there was a back door into the pub. You yanked it open and ran through, ignoring the yells of the kitchen staff, getting to the side entrance you’d found earlier. 

From there, it was a matter of making as many turns as possible, hoping that the sniper was bogged down by equipment and hampered by line of sight. Any time you could, you went through a building. That got you yelled at more than once, but you ignored every person. 

After an hour of this, you felt confident enough that the sniper wasn’t going to snipe you immediately to pull out your phone. You were panting, shaking, rattled. 

“Laswell,” you gasped, looking around furtively. “I need an immediate drop point.”

“What’s going on?” she demanded, short and tense.

“Got in over my head.” You sucked in another deep breath. Now that the adrenaline was fading, you hurt. Actually, your side hurt more than you should, and you looked down. Blood had stained the front and side of your shirt. “Oh fuck.”

“What now?” She sounded calmer than you, at least.

“Uh. Might’ve got shot. A little bit.” You lifted your shirt carefully, looking at the wound. “Just a graze. Not really bleeding anymore.”

“You need to get that taken care of, before you lose more blood,” Laswell ordered.

“Yes, thank you, I do–fuck!--do realize that.” You swallowed hard, poking very carefully around the edges. “Nothing broken, no major damage. That was… Goddamn that was close.” 

“You are going to explain everything to me,” Laswell ordered. “Now.”

“Not my boss,” you grumbled, even as you looked around again, this time looking for directions. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, hiding the blood. “Followed some intel on some Russians, got shot at, need to drop the info.”

Laswell sighed deeply. You hadn’t heard that particular sigh in… years. “Alright. I’ll send you coordinates. They might not be happy to see you.”

“They?” 

“Captain and his team.”

“Oh, well, no problem.” You huffed a little laugh, walking quickly now and sticking to populated areas. “Pretty sure he likes me.”

Laswell huffed an almost-laugh. “Just stay safe.”

“Will do.” You hung up on her, focusing on getting to your hotel. You needed to bug out. Immediately. But you also needed to dress this damn wound and change clothes. 

Fortunately, Laswell was as good as her word, and got you the directions to the drop point. Along with a reminder to stay safe. 

You didn’t reply, busy putting some bandages over the graze. Which hurt like blazes. Then you put gauze over the whole thing and taped it down.

That would just have to hold you until you could get to an actual medical professional. Preferably one you could pay under the table. 

It was a short flight down to London, and you didn’t stop. As soon as you were off the plane, you were gone again, making your way through the city to the drop off point. 

By this point, you weren’t sure how long you’d been awake, or how much blood you’d lost. More than you were comfortable with, apparently. 

Hopefully you could throw the notebook tucked under your shirt and the USB on your necklace at him and then call it a day. 

You made it to the drop off and paused in the street. This was… not the greatest neighborhood. Half the street lights were out, many windows were dark. Honestly, it set your nerves on edge. 

“Keep walking,” someone behind you grunted, right before something hard jammed into your back, against your spine. “Captain’s waiting.” 

You swallowed, not quite brave enough to look behind you, and started walking. The door ahead of you opened, revealing Captain, looking much the same as ever. He nodded once and stepped aside while the man behind you nudged you inside. Captain took the lead from there, walking down a set of stairs into a basement, and from there through a door and down a hallway. Vaguely, you realized this must have been a hidden entrance to a base of some kind, because you walked much too far to still be in the same neighborhood. 

At least there were lights placed regularly in the ceiling, all in working order. 

Captain pulled another door open and motioned you first. You went up the stairs perhaps a little more slowly than you needed to, but you were tired and in pain and confused. You figured you could be forgiven. 

At the top of the stairs, the man behind you moved up to take the lead momentarily. All you saw of him was that he was wearing all black, was an absolute mountain of a man, and had a full on mask over his head. 

But he opened a door and motioned you in with the gun. So in you went, Captain behind you. The masked man closed the door with a soft click. 

“Really, Captain?” You huffed as you were more or less pushed down into the single chair in the room. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

“Is that what you are?” Captain loomed over you, blank-faced, hands tucked into the neck of his tactical vest. “A guest?”

“What else would you call someone bringing gifts?” You spread your hands out, tipping your head up to look at him.

“A spy.” That came from the masked one, still behind you. 

You sighed. “Captain,” you murmured. “Still no trust after all this time? I’m hurt. Absolutely hurt.” You pressed a hand over your head, the drama covering up the very real pain. 

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “You know, Laswell told me about you.”

“All awful things, I’m sure.” You kept your gaze on him as he took three steps over to the table. (Which you hadn’t even noticed, too busy being drawn into Captain��s gaze. Sloppy.) 

“Not all.” He didn’t look at you as he picked up a file. “You’re not the only one capable of gathering intel.” 

You blinked as he held out the file to you. You took it carefully, opening it. Your own face stared back at you, a still from an info drop. You leafed through it slowly, looking at the pictures inside. You sitting at dinner with Sergio. You playing with Sergio’s girls. You on the phone with someone, cool and collected. You getting off the plane in Mexico, being picked up by Valeria’s men.

“And all of this is…?” You trailed off leadingly, closing the folder gently.

“Evidence.”

“Against me.” You held out the folder for him to take, heart plummeting. This was bad. This was potentially every bit as bad as the sniper you’d escaped in Ireland. 

“Laswell thinks you’re not in on all of this.” Captain took the folder and tossed it back on the table. “I disagree. I think you’ve been in bed with the enemy for a while now.”

You drew in a slow breath. So. That was his play here. Honest hurt clenched in your chest, dragged against your lungs. Only sheer bloody-mindedness kept you breathing normally. 

“Well.” You licked your lips. “It sounds like you’ve made up your mind about me.”

His eyes narrowed at you. Neither of you spoke for several moments.

“Not even going to defend yourself?”

Your smile was definitely sad at this point, and there wasn’t a damn thing you could do about it. You were tired. You hurt. You ached. All you’d wanted was a smooth drop off. Not this. “In my experience, there won’t be anything I can say to make you believe me. I could tell you my rules, but I suspect Laswell already has. I could remind you that I saved that young man’s life, but you doubtless took that into account. A conscious ploy on my part, perhaps. A way to get you to trust me.” You breathed in slowly. “You’re a stubborn man, Captain. As I said. I can’t change your mind.” 

“You’re probably right.” He remained calm, facing you, hands once again tucked into his vest.

“I think I’d like to give you the information now, before you let your underling at me.” Your fingers did not tremble as you pulled the necklace from around your neck. The notebook had left indents against your skin by the time you wormed it out from under your shirt, and you held both items out to Captain. “Here. Take them.” 

Looking suspicious now, he took the items. “What’s this, then?” 

“Intel.” You shrugged. “Movements of a Russian terrorist group. Weapons shipments. Numbers. What of the finances I could trace. Shell companies.” You shrugged again, folding your hands together in your lap. 

He was quiet as he looked through the notebook, not reading but skimming. The masked one shifted closer to you, banked violence rolling off him like fog, thick and eager.

And then your cell phone rang.

All three of you paused, and then the masked one snatched it and tossed it to Captain. 

“Laswell,” Captain murmured, letting it ring through without answering it. But then your phone rang again, and he huffed, holding it out to you.

“Katie Kate,” you greeted, light. Nothing was wrong. Nothing to see here.

“Did you make it?” 

You blinked, surprised, and looked at Captain. “Yes.”

“Price grabbed you, didn’t he?” Laswell demanded.

“I don’t do names, Katie Kate,” you reminded her gently. 

“Give him the phone. Then tell him where you’ve been for the last 72 hours.” 

You blinked. “Not a lackey, Laswell.”

“Do it.”

You sighed but held out the phone. “She wants to talk to you, Captain.” 

He took the phone, grunting once in acknowledgement. Then he remained silent for several moments, half-turned away from you, completely silent. “Fine.” He hung up and looked back at you. “Start talking.”

“I spent the last 72 hours getting that information.” You shrugged. “I’ve got friends in arms dealing and movements, so I visited a couple of them to get some of those numbers. Then I headed up to Ireland to see another contact who knows someone in the Russian group, and let me tell you, he rambled. Then he got shot, and I spent the next hour dodging a sniper.” You blinked, going through your memory. Things got a bit fuzzy there. “Took me a few hours to get here after that, and voila.” 

“That’s not how Kate put that last part.”

You winced. Just a little. “Does it matter?”

“It does if you bled for this.” He let the necklace dangle between his fingers. 

Abruptly, you were angry. So angry. You wanted to shout at him. You wanted to hit him. You wanted to run to the far side of the planet and burn every alias you’d ever made and retire to a quiet beach. 

You wished you’d been able to actually see the sniper. 

“You’ve made up your mind about me,” you pushed, eyes narrowing, shoulders tense and tight. 

“You never defended yourself.”

“Because it doesn’t matter!” You started to rise, only to be pushed harshly back down. “It never matters!” 

Captain crouched in front of you, the line of his jaw easing. “Let me see.”

You bared your teeth at him. “Shoot me first.”

“Nah. Someone else did that already.” One big hand caught the wrist nearer him, holding you steady as his other hand pulled your shirt up enough to see the blood-stained bandages over your ribs.

“Let go of me.” Your voice had gone frigid, frame so tense you ached with it.

“Not yet, love.”

The softness in his tone had you blinking, dumbfounded. The emotional whiplash combined with the sleep deprivation and blood loss was doing absolutely wretched things to your heart. “What?” 

“Come on. Let’s get you up to medical.” He stood and pulled you up with him. Unprepared, you swayed, off-kilter. 

“I don’t…” You felt like you were lagging, blinking rapidly. 

“You’ll feel better after some sleep.” He nodded to the other man, helping you out of the room and down the hall. “You know, took me a bit to put together your passwords.”

“...What?” You blinked at him, a little bleary, stumbling through the door. 

“Enterprise. Imperial. Used Voyager before, too.” His lips twitched in something approaching a teasing smile. “Didn’t realize you were such a nerd.”

“You were testing me.” You spoke slowly, tongue thick, mind working overtime to fight through the everything: lack of sleep, lack of blood, emotional whiplash. 

Captain hummed his agreement of that, depositing you onto a cot. “Yes.”

“Why…?” You turned your gaze to him, hoping you were hiding your hurt, fairly certain you didn’t succeed.

He sighed slowly. “I’ll explain it all after you get some sleep.” He stepped back, letting a medic over. “Rest, Ace.” 

You blinked at his retreating back. You needed more intel. None of this made sense. 

It didn’t even occur to you until later that he had somehow seamlessly traveled the long path down to the soft part of your heart without permission. Somehow, somewhere along the way, he had become important to you.

And that? That hurt worse than the stitches the medic was putting in you.

#waking lions #john price x reader #john price x you #f!reader

[brokenpieces-72]

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Milena knocks on your old apartment door. No answer. She knocks again and still no answer. This was ridiculous, what was the point of this? You’re just some tagger running with some men doing who knows what. Honestly she wants to be going over more of the land deals and getting home and health inspectors into that neighbourhood as soon as possible. More evictions more chances to rebuild.

Milena turns to walk away when she sees you, stopping her in her tracks. You have your bag over your shoulder, wearing a hoodie with a leather jacket overtop. You’re wearing a cap you “borrowed” from Kyle, old jeans and gloves. Of course you also had your scarf on.

If you didn’t know who Milena really was you would be wondering why she’s here, but you have some guesses. Before approaching her you noticed her approaching your building. You’d caught a photo and asked for instructions from your friends. You have a small group chat with them but Price and Ghost were busy doing other stuff. So Kyle and Johnny were left to take charge. Kyle suggested hiding and waiting until she left. Johnny said to see what she wants.

Y/N: what do I say if she sees me?

K: Be nice.

J: mess with her!

The texts came at the same time. Then Johnny sent another.

J: Record it too!

Your phone is recording audio, as you simply stand there waiting for the socialite to start talking.

“Sorry do you know who lives here?” She asks you.

“Yep.” You say. There’s a pause as you just stare at her.

“Um, is the landlord here today? I need to talk to him about this apartment. I was told it’s going up for sale.”

“No it‘s not and no you weren’t.” You say with a slight smirk.

“I’m sorry?” She asks sounding irritated.

“Do you want to take a look around? Seriously it ain’t impressive.” You say walking up to her casually and unlocking the door. She steps back as if you were dog rushing up to bark at her. You step inside and hold the door open for her.

“Still occupied, sorry. But it’s the same as every other apartment if you’re interested in moving in. Come in I don’t mind.” You leave the view of the door frame and go to the kitchen, setting your bag down in the corner. Milena can do plenty, but this is your own personal turf.

“Want a drink?” You ask, opening the fridge, and your garbage. Good thing you stopped by to grab stuff, the last thing you want is a mushroom farm in your fridge.

“Coffee or something stronger.” she says, absently surveying your unit.

“Uh… sorry don’t really have… cider okay?” You ask tossing another expired container into the bin.

“It’ll do.” She says, sitting in one of the chairs in the living room as if it were her own office. You shrug it off and get her a can of cider. Oh shit you forgot you had those. Definitely need to take those back with you for a personal pleasure. Hopefully none of them liked popping boba.

“So uh…” you start as you close the fridge. “You trying to evict me? Like the homes down in the south east neighbourhood?”

Milena looks up at you with wild eyes as you hand her the drink as if you found her diary.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She says taking the drink, eyeing the tab.

“New manicure? Here.” You take the drink from her and open it. “So what’s up.”

“I came to give you an invitation to a party.” She says offering you an envelope. You take it and look it over before looking at her.

“How old are you?” You ask.

“Excuse me?” She says offended. Damn she was easy.

“Milena Romanova, realtor and socialite. You make a lot of money in real estate and land deals. Land deals that don’t land the same money you do. Must be good.” Milena looks ticked.

“Now you’re funding the police, making friendly donations and spending time with the chief commissioner.”

“What are y-“

“Just making small talk. A couple guys I know from the precinct told me you guys are dating.” You say reclining on your old sofa, as if it were a throne. Milena doesn’t know what to make of you. You are certainly…different.

“My love life is my own.” Milena states. You shrug. “The invitation is for an event, inviting a few large names from the city. I understand you’re an aspiring artist.”

“Something like that.” You admit. Hopefully she hadn’t seen your most recent work. It may or may not have involved her posing on houses with… unmentionables spilling out the windows.

“I believe this could be a great opportunity for you. I know plenty of large names and often have art showcased at open houses.”

“Not sure I have the money to afford a nice outfit.” You say.

“If you’d like I could buy a couple of your pieces to cover costs. Of course it’s your choice.” She offers. She stands without you giving an answer, and leaving the open untouched can of cider on the coffee table along with the invitation.

“I have places to be. I hope to see you there.” She says going to the door. Milena steps out but turns to address you.

“I should mention, the chief commissioner has been looking for you. I think he’d like to get to know you more. If you don’t mind I’ll let him know where he can find you.” And without another word, she shuts the door. The room is silent. All you hear is the sound of the carbonation from Milena’s open cider. You take the cider and take a swig before getting to work.

Then you hear a noise from one of the rooms. You keep your phone recording, and go to your bag taking out your gun. You keep it pointed to the ground as you get closer to the closed door. You put a hand on the knob before shoving it open aiming the gun at the intruder.

“You mother fucker!” You shout.

“I can explain.” Graves says.

“Like hell you can.” You say. “Also my bedroom, seriously? This is a whole new level of creepy.”

“Thank you I try.” Graves puts sarcastically. “I came to leave you a note, I assumed you’d return. I wanted to warn you about Makarov but… you just had tea time with Milena.”

“Hardly tea time, she didn’t drink anything.” You say. “She follow you?”

“I hope not. Just in case don’t leave for a few hours.” Graves says. You nod understanding. “Stupid question but why are you here?”

“Came to pick up extra stuff.” You say going around him and getting the duffle bag from your closet. You start packing, and your hoodie sleeve slides up again. Graves notices.

“Who grabbed you… or are you and the boys of the 141 getting clo-“ Graves stops the question after you glare at him. “Teasing.”

“…Nolan grabbed me. I don’t know his last name.” You admit. You haven’t told anyone else.

“Does Price know?” He asks. You shrug and focus on packing extra clothes, before going to the bathroom to grab some extra supplies. Graves is quiet.

“You gonna go to the party?” He asks.

“Haven’t decided.” You say.

“Let me know if you want a ride.” He offers. “Take it Milena hasn’t seen your recent work. Hoo boy that’s some slander.”

You look at him, incredulous. “You saw nothing.”

“I saw works of art, and have no clue where they came from.” Graves says raising his hands. You smile a little but he doesn’t get to see it.

“How are you doing?” Graves asks. “You eating okay? Sleeping well?”

“The guys take good care of me.” You say coming back to the bag with a couple of items. You look around the room to see if you’re missing anything else.

“He’s getting close.” Graves says. “Makarov keeps asking me about you, and I’m giving him what I can without putting either of us at risk.”

“I need a favour.” You admit. Graves raises an eyebrow. “There’s a raid planned. The… a gang went to the docks a while ago trying to take down a drug shipment, but the drugs were protected. I know when the next raid will happen, and if you’re there you can look further into it.”

Graves stands there, admittedly surprised. You were giving him a lead, one to Makarov sure, but one that could get the others in shit.

“Send a tip to the station, make sure it comes to me and only me ya got that.” He instructs. You nod.

“Thank you.” You say. Graves gives a nod, and it’s an awkward silence. Graves looks at your wrist again.

“He grab you anywhere else?” He asks calmly. You rub your arm, and Graves sighs. Without warning he holds your shoulders, before pulling you into a hug. It’s oddly nice. A comfort. You can’t talk to Graves much but right now, you feel like you could spill your guts and he would listen.

“You stay safe kiddo.” He says quietly, not expecting you to hear it. You do. And you just squeeze a little tighter. He lets you go, looking down at you. Graves is about to say something but stops himself.

“Chill here, call a ride, go home.” He says. You nod and after a final good bye he walks out into the night.

Milena came over to Makarov’s home, greeting him with a kind smile.

“They’re all sent out?” He asks.

“Of course.” She says.

“Now we wait.” Makarov says. “The pieces will fall where they need to.”

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[mxzenpai]

Hello I absolutely love your writing! There just something about ur stories that make me happy Yknow?

Would it be possible to request Ace x reader who is home sick?

Thank you for your hard work and if you don’t take requests that’s fine too ahaha :))

Ace Trappola x Reader

No Place Like Home

The students of Twisted Wonderland treat you kindly, but you still can’t help but feel a little homesick.

Another request yay! Sorry if it’s short or not exactly what you were going for. I see Ace as someone who would try and keep the mood light despite the seriousness of it so I tried to play into him being casual, but still concerned. I hope that’s okay!

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A frown sits on your lips as you listen to the music playing through Ace’s phone. It wasn’t like the song was bad or anything, you just find yourself missing artists you were familiar with. Ace lets out a groan, throwing his pencil down.

“I don’t get it! This assignment is stupid.” He leans on his hand, going and picking up his phone to focus on that rather than the already delayed assignment that’s due tomorrow. You let out your own sigh, placing your own pencil down.

“Ace you already delayed working in this. It’s your fault for ignoring the essay ‘til last minute.” Ace huffs, giving you a glare when he glances up from his phone, but you’ve already gone back to writing. “And can you turn the music off?” Ace pauses for a moment. You’re normally fine with him playing music.

“What? Got a headache or something?” You shake your head no, not making eye contact. Ace leans forward, attempting to catch your gaze that remains on the table. He looks a little silly doing it, not that he cares. “Then what’s up?” You shove him back gently so he doesn’t hurt his neck.

“Nothing just- I dunno.” You play with the fabric of your sleeve. “It’s making me miss home. I want to listen to my music you know? Music that I’m familiar with and…I can’t.” You frown before waving your hand. “It’s stupid. I know, don’t worry abo-“

“The only thing that’s stupid is that you think missing your home is stupid.” Ace is blunt and straight to the point with it, not that he exactly cares. “Listen, missing music you know isn’t weird. It’s something that you’d never think you’d miss.” Ace leans on his hand, elbow resting on the table.

“Yeah but-“

“Shut up.” Ace cuts you off quickly. “I’m sure music isn’t the only thing you’re missing. I’m not an idiot.” You go to protest that last statement but stop when Ace stares at you blankly. “We can try recreating stuff? Like food, or maybe even the music.” You sigh, placing your head down on the table.

“I’m not musical though, I don’t know the exact notes people use…and I also don’t know exact recipes. I don’t even have my old phone! I’m…” You let out a shaky breathe. “I’m starting to forget what they look like Ace.” Ace reaches his hand forward, running his hand through your hair in an attempt to comfort.

“I knew it was more than just the music.” He mumbles, silently reveling in the fact that he was right. “We’ll find a way back. We can talk to someone about synthesizing a photo based off of descriptions or something, I don’t know. We’ll figure something out ‘kay?” You look up at Ace to see him giving you a toothy grin.

“You sure?” Ace nods.

“Yeah, don’t sweat about it. You got me and a whole other loads of people who’d be willin’ to help you remember stuff. Or hey, even make this place feel more like home for you. Let’s go make some food and you can tell me about the music you like, maybe sing a few lines.” Ace stands, collecting his stuff and yours to get ready to carry it.

“You gotta finish the assignment though.” You stand alongside him, tsking as he takes your bag for you, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Nah, my priorities have shifted. I can just do it tonight. Now then, off to the kitchen and hopefully we won’t destroy anything.” You two begin to walk together, Ace wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Do you even know how to cook?”

“Hopefully we won’t destroy anything!”

“ACE!”

A few days later you found yourself standing outside the door of the light music club, listening with a smile on your lips as they attempt to figure out the notes for the song you sang to Ace. You’ll have to thank him later.

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[woltourney]

ROUND 2 / SIBE B / POLL 8

Vastha Mhakaracca (@incense-and-iron) v. Amor Valentine (@chocobotism)

Vastha Mhakaracca:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Vastha Mhakaracca [He/They]

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Miqote - Keeper of the Moon

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Main classes: Dragoon, Dark Knight, Monk, Reaper, Dancer

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I'm a happy guy! Like to entertain my friends and put a smile on other people's faces. I ended up becoming a hero after following (partly) in my mother's footsteps-- she was a lancer and gave me her old lance when I wanted to leave home to adventure. It kind of broke ages ago… but I still have it! So she shouldn't be too mad about it. Hopefully, heh. Uh, anyway, I enjoy dancing and have tons of experience in managing and entertaining people since my family runs a small inn on the side of some nameless road. As for liking being a hero… it's complicated; as much as I really wish it wasn't that way. It use to be so easy and fun. Simple, even. There was still danger of course, but… I dunno. Fighting five giant ladybugs doesn't really match up in danger levels as the types of things I've been up too as of late [[<-- post EW content]]. Not to mention all the worst parts of having so much on your shoulders, things I really don't want to get into for such a fun event. B-But, don't take it as if I don't want to be a hero!! I can do it, so I want to do it. And it's not a 'If I don't do it, no one will', either. I think there are people who definitely could and would. People who have pulled way more weight through all this than I have. Even so, with all the pain and trouble I've been though, it's worth it at the end of the day. Knowing that I've helped so many people, that I have the power to keep the worst at bay, that I can make a change in the world and have that change try and be something good and positive and kind: that's what makes me like such a dangerous and oftentimes thankless job. Free time? Well, there's: dancing, cooking [[Culinarian is at level 90]], tending to my new island hangout, I've been doing LOTS of sightseeing-- Oh! I LOVE taking pictures and doing photography. Mostly of landscapes, they're just easier for me to work with than people; not to say I don't snap pictures of my friends now and again. What else… Oh! I've been taking up other crafting jobs as well since I have the spare time. It gives me something to keep my hands busy and lets me go out and collect more plants and rocks. I always liked going out to collect random stuff, but some of my older sisters, who I ended up bullied into hiring on as retainers so they could keep tabs on me away from home, got tired of me dumping popotos and iron ingots onto them to figure out how to sell en mass every week. I saw nothing wrong with it, but it really just must be me. Hmm… A lot more stuff about me is kind of personal. While I'm a rather open guy and like to chat, there's even some stuff I don't like talking about too casually or with strangers, sorry! Maybe we can be friends? I'm always open to new friends! Let's talk more sometime, okay?

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. Why should I win? Oh man, I just think it'd be neat! "Vastha Mhakaracca, winner of the…" uh, what was this called again? Oh, right! "winner of the WoLTourney 2023!" Could even put that on my little adventure card thingy just for fun.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Some other facts about Vastha he didn't get to cover himself: Transmasc [he/they] and gay (despite all the handsome bachelors in game, he hasn't fallen for more past a short lived crush or two.) He has 4 older sisters, making him the youngest in the family He use to be more meek and shy, which turned to 'all talk no bite', which turned out to now where he's more mellow and friendly but will not hesitate to throw hands if someone starts something He actually likes to do fetch quests because it lets him explore local areas to take more pictures Vastha comes off as a bit of a dunce and a ~stoopid widdle catboi~ to people because he likes to have fun and goof around like he use too (before all the horrors (tm) of being an adventurer). He notices, but doesn't comment on it. He'd rather people keep thinking it and underestimate him so he can prove them wrong through action. And with so much life experience now, he really doesn't care what others think of him anymore; he knows himself and that's all he can control in life. Despite being so giddy and friendly, the man does have some things he dislikes a normal degree, and other things (and people) he hates with the rage of a thousand suns-- which upon mention of will immediately switch his mood to more sour and serious. It's rare to stumble across such topics, thankfully.

Amor Valentine:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Amor Valentine (they/them)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Au Ra (Xaela)

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. ARR: Lancer/Dragoon; HW-present: DRK main, MCH for yeehaw

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Amor is just a guy carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders despite it all. They care deeply for their friends and family, have a special interest in chocobos, and are full of love for the world they protect. Though a force to be reckoned with in the heat of battle, in day-to-day life they can be quite timid. A traumatic childhood event left them an orphan with no memory of their past, but they were found and raised by a Duskwight woman in Dravania, near Tailfeather. Amor was considered a strange child by most Tailfeather residents (#UndiagnosedAutism), but they ignored it as best they could while focusing their attention on the chocobos their mother would catch and train. On their 20th nameday, they left home to explore the world and hopefully learn about their past, and oops! Hydaelyn's chosen! They then proceed to become the Champion of Eorzea and save the world a bunch of times, with varying levels of enthusiasm. Though always willing to do whatever is needed to protect the realm, they are prone to becoming weary of it all. At best, they'll grin and bear it. At worst, they can become resentful and bitter towards their position in life (see: DRK). Thankfully, spending time with loved ones helps mitigate this negativity. They are taking a well earned rest after the events of Endwalker, but are prepared to dive back into the fray should the world need them. They are fond of foraging when they have the opportunity, and their special interest in chocobos lends itself well to breeding and competing at the Gold Saucer. Sometimes, they give in to the irresistible urge to run around open landscapes before rolling around on the ground.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. Umm… a vote for me is a vote for the eorzean autism alliance :)

#💎 shout #💎 round two

[claymorexpunisher]

Lock & Key (Ch. 6/6)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/Fem Reader

Summary: Reader discovers something...interesting about her boyfriend, Drew while using his computer.

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Tags :18+, Domme/Sub, Fem Dom, chastity, orgasm denial, oral sex, anal play, pegging.

Total Word Count: 8,515

Prev. Chapter

“I think we should do some shopping tomorrow,” I said to Drew as we made our dinner.

We’d given our Domme/Sub dynamic a bit of a rest for a couple days, but tha twould hopefully change tomorrow.

“Shopping. Where?” Drew asked as he scooped up some onions and he tossed the diced slices into the simmering pan.

I turned to him and leaned my hip on the kitchen counter, my eyes shining with excitement.

“I was thinking we could get some new toys. If you’re up for it. that is.” I said, and I assessed Drew’s reaction to that idea.

The trepidation written all over his face wasn’t surprising to me.

“Oh.” Drew replied and his eyes went to the pan on the stove once again. “I just thought- I mean we usually that sorta thing online…” he trailed off and I immediately moved to wrap my arms around him from behind and I ran my hands up and down his torso until I felt his body relax.

I kissed his back over his t-shirt and nodded.

“I know we do. But I called one of the stores we really like and they’re willing to come in on their day off for us. For a hefty tip, of course. But I don’t mind.They’ll close down the shop and we can shop in peace. Actually try some of the stuff out physically whenever we can.” I offered, watching Drew mull it over in his head.

~~

Turns out that asking for the staff to close down the adult toy shop was the best decision I had made.

Drew and I spent about 2 hours browsing and lightly trying out some of the impact implements and calmly looking at some new potential chastity toys as well.

Though every now and then I watched Drew’s curious flit over to the dildos and the strap-on harnesses, of all things.

So me being me, I casually went over that particular section and I scanned the different sized dildos and harnesses.

“We have strapless ones as well.” The store manager let me know before she went over to the ones she was talking about.

I hummed to myself, feeling Drew come up behind me.

His eyes were guarded but still curious.

“We’ll take a couple. If we don’t use em, well… that’s fine.” I said, letting Drew know that while I was making the decision to buy these toys, there was zero pressure on actually using them.

~~

Drew surprised me when we got home.

“If you want to use one of those toys on me… you can.” He said, while he watched me sanitize all of our new goodies.

At the moment, I was holding a particularly decent-sized dildo that I couldn’t, but think would be perfect to start opening Drew up to new possibilities- no pun intended.

“You sure?” I asked as my eyes flitted towards him, smirking a little proudly as he watched me spray the toy down with equal parts curiosity and barely concealed arousal.

“Yeah. I want you to… to use it on me. We can try at least.” he replied, his tongue snaking out to run over his bottom lip quickly as his eyes bounced from me to the toy and back.

His face burned bright red even as he confirmed his desires to me, and I couldn’t be prouder.

“Okay, then.” I said, coming closer to him and giving him a few loud kisses on the lips.

And a few days later Drew found himself lying on our bed, his chest red and heaving, sweat beginning to gather around his temples as I worked one of the smaller but girthier toys we bought at the toy shop.

I kept my eyes on him as much as I can while working the toy slowly back and forth until he released a firm, 'More, please...'

I obliged only because he begged so nicely, and I felt my own desire begin to gather between my legs with every quiver in his breath and every pleading moan.

Still, his hands stayed dutifully at his sides, clenching the sheets as his body slowly welcomed the toy back in right upon that fleshy button inside of him that drove him insane.

And then, I flipped the tiny switch at the base of the toy, and I marveled at the way Drew’s eyes instantly rolled back at the toy vibrated right against his prostate and I watched his cock begin to wake up before my very eyes.

I slowly reached up with my free hand, caressing Drew’s full balls before I gave his cock a few firm tugs, hearing let out an almost involuntary groan that seemed to be ripped out of him.

“Ohhh, that feels so much better. Doesn’t it, sweetie? Good boy.” I hummed, chuckling as Drew’s head bobbed up and down almost like a bobblehead, drunk with pleasure.

“It’s not so scary now, is it?” I chuckled again as he groaned again in response.

“No- fuck, I didn’t think it would feel this good, Miss.” Drew groaned, letting out an involuntary whimper and shudder as I pressed the toy further against his prostrate, watching his hands come up as if to grab the toy until he fisted the sheets once more as I reached up and tweaked one of his sensitive nipples and added to the already overwhelming sensations.

I took him right to the edge, laughing as he let out a growl of disappointment mixed with relief when I clicked the toy off, like he didn’t know whether he wanted me to continue or if it was too much.

“I think you’re ready. Hm?” I asked, before I reached for the strap-on next to us.

A few moments later, I had settled between Drew’s legs, the strap-one secured around my waist with the built-in vibrator snug inside of me, using one hand on the bed as leverage and as a way to lean down closer to him and give his nipples and lips some much needed attention once again as .

Drew scrunched up his features for a few seconds and I let go of the shaft of the toy to stroke the side of his ribcage until I watched his face smooth over.

I smiled as his mouth slowly relaxed and dropped open and his blue eyes met mine, showing me nothing but hazy lust and pleasure now.

“How does that feel?” I asked as I slowly inched the toy further inside of him.

“Better. Ah…!” He groaned as inched my way further in ever so slowly and we both let out sharp sighs as I finally slid all the way in, our lower halves flush against each other.

Drew let out a symphony of moans and groans that I basked in as my hips slowly began to rock back and forth.

I didn’t let myself slip completely out before I drove back in and he nodded as if he knew what I was going to ask.

With the strap now completely inside, my hands were free to roam as they pleased, and my nails scratched bright red lines over Drew’s chest, over his nipples and his eyes rolled back again at the sting of my nails mixed with the electrifying pleasure that seemed to zap at his prostate.

“Oh my god. Miss, you can do this to me whenever you want. Please, you have to- holy shit.” Drew ranted, his tongue as the pleasure built up, and up and up, until I could tell his was close again.

I barely thought about the toy buzzing against my own sweet spot.

The real turn-on was watching Drew enjoy himself as I strummed his body like my favorite instrument.

Watching him writhe and moan and whimper and reduced to almost tears over the intense pleasure I was giving to him.

One still rested on the bed again as the other grabbed Drew’s cock and stroked firmly, hearing his groans pick up in volume.

I wasn’t feeling too demanding tonight, wanting to allow Drew to explore this new side of our dynamic as much as he wanted to and how he wanted to.

“You wanna cum, baby? You can cum. Come on… I’m so fucking proud of you, sweetheart, you’ve come so far. Being nervous about this beautiful cock being locked up… and now you’re letting me fuck you. Look. at. you.” I emphasized my words with deep and hard thrusts that had Drew spilling almost instantly and me cumming hard as well.

I gave Drew a few lazy kisses, staying inside him as our tongues dueled for a moment.

A few more sessions later, Drew finally had enough, and we were cleaning up some moments later, taking a shower together and making sure to replenish our energy.

I rubbed Drew’s muscles, looking into his peace-filled eyes as I did so and feeling not only incredibly proud of and in love with him.

But I was also proud of myself, knowing that I was responsible for placing that satiated and blissful look in his eye.

I knew that we had plenty more to explore when it came to the sexual side of our dynamic, but for now, this was more than enough.

[dumplingsjinson]

It honestly sounds like he’s trickle-truthing because you found out. Like you said you paused your profile and he took the opportunity to change his up, thinking you wouldn’t see. I wouldn’t be surprised if you find out more later. I obviously haven’t seen your personal messages and I’m pessimistic af. I hope I’m wrong. But if he’s doing shady stuff like this so early in the relationship it will only get worse at it goes on. Seems like he’s being bold because you’re long distance and he thinks he can get away with stuff. Just be careful okay? Trust your gut.

I can absolutely understand what you're saying here, and I've thought about this, too, myself. My friends are also sus about it because some things don't add up but again, for the sake of my own peace of mind, I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He's changed his profile up back then, but we were casually dating and we never had the talk at the time so it was okay. But it's not acceptable this time around. Also, I never thought about the pausing the profile thing in that way, though, simply because I'm not sure if he even remembers that I told him I paused my profile until I brought it up AFTER he changed his Hinge up again this second time around. I also feel like since he had changed his profile up back when we were just casually dating, I don't think he was taking advantage of that to change up his profile, since during that first time, I didn't have my profile paused at that time. (This is me saying I don't think he's that bright at times LMFAO.)

I will reiterate, when I asked him about exclusivity at first, after the first profile change up, he was like "I thought we were past that?" so in his head, we were probably already exclusive in a way? That's my own interpretation and I could be completely wrong. So with that in mind, I think he's just doing no thoughts head empty type of shit and doing stupid shit like purely chatting with people on a dating app with no intentions of actually dating them (something I've done myself, which I will explain a little later on) instead of communicating with me, because he's not thinking things through properly. Like, he's probably not trying to do harmful shit is what I'm saying.

We're not gonna be long distance in about 2 weeks' time, so hopefully when I get back, things will get better because I do understand how this long distance thing is fucking it up for him a bit because it's messing with my head a lot too and like I said, there have been times when I was doubting things and just wanted to end things with him right here, right now, and probably break his heart in the process because I know he cares for me to an extent, and he means it when he says he loves me.

He broke it off with his ex because they had to move and they'd have to be in an LDR if that was the case, and he was not up for that. Which is why I'm saying that's an explanation (not an excuse, because what he did wasn't okay).

He's deleted his dating profile. For all I know, he could have other apps, or he could recreate the Hinge profile, but I've deleted all my dating apps as well as my own profiles, and again, I want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I will also be very honest and say that when we were exclusive, there was this guy I was still talking to on Hinge. It was a text from either one of us every few days, and I was only talking to him out of pure boredom, and I knew nothing was ever going to happen and we were never going to meet up. It was purely just to chat. We started talking 2-3 months before I met cat guy, so there's also that, and I knew early on nothing was going to come out of it with the way things were going. This is why I want to give him the benefit of the doubt, and believe that he's actually just chatting with people. I've also made friends on these dating apps before SO. There's also that. Not justifying his actions, but just explaining why I want to believe him as someone who's been in that position before.

I'm treading carefully. I'm a really big over thinker, so my gut is usually not the most reliable.

I hope he's not actually doing anything behind my back, and that he can regain my trust, and that he's not going to be a lesson for me to learn from.

But thank you for looking out for me and I'm so sorry for this ramble. I'm aware it sounds like I'm convincing myself or justifying his actions but trust me, if he ends up hurting me (praying he won't), then I'm gone.

#long post #anon asks #not prompts

[cator99]

On the verge of sleep suddenly had a flashback to when I was at work and there was a table with some I don't know it's like a certain type of well let's just say young people with homosexual tendencies and I was packing cookies with my coworker who just moved here from Korea and she saw someone with my name had placed an order for a birthday cake and we got to the subject of birthdays and I was like oh you're a Scorpio and I didn't really think much about it I was in autopilot barely awake and horoscopes are just one of those things that people bring up in casual brain dead conversation like that and use as a Segway to hopefully a more interesting topic but then suddenly she was like what and asking me questions and I realized I don't really know how to explain horoscopes because I really don't care about that stuff beyond the novelty of being able to read something in the back of a newspaper that supposedly pertains to me but the table of interestingly dressed customers who were having a little nonbinary moment in the corner suddenly I could feel their gazes burning a hole through the back of my skull as the tiny Cafe went silent and I had to try to explain the concept of horoscopes and astrology to a woman who seemingly had no idea what I was talking about had never heard of it maybe it was just like a language barrier thing cuz I figured they just had horoscopes everywhere including Korea but she seemed genuinely so confused and I was just like very poorly explaining it because I clearly thought it was so stupid but that's besides the point because I was also stupid enough to use it in conversation despite not caring about it and I may be very good at my job however I don't know how to be normal period but especially at work I always feel like an extension of a process I don't know how to explain it like I'm not a person with my own thoughts and feelings and opinions I'm just a witness and I'm just an extension of the oven and the tongs and the little cash register and it just everything I just it's a I don't know but I feel like pure physicality and part of that includes being like an extension of what I think would be an accurate social interaction for that cafe but I utterly failed it anyways didn't matter 5 minutes later my coworker was no more interested in astrology than she had been 5 minutes prior and the table of University students were back to talking about gentrification while wearing their Vivienne Westwood peral necklaces and Urban Outfitters high waisted wide leg pants with a tiny cropped vest or some shit why do I not feel like a person at work I feel like work embodying a person. possessed by the spirit of employment and then as soon as I I'm on break I'm like okay I'm normal now and I am it's true and then I leave work and I become more normal but if I am away from work for too long I become possessed by the spirit of someone who wishes to be buried alive and like I don't know supplied air via a tiny tube that sticks out of the ground like a straw and it's just like well okay I don't really have anything else going on and I become that person and I'll just be sitting there like yeah sipping metaphysical air from my metaphysical straw

[punkwixes]

i guess a better life update is like

so i’m graduating this spring. it took me a while to get an internship + i got rejected from the first one i applied to. that was okay, though, because it was smth specific that only took One student in each department, so like 4 students total, and you had to specially apply to it. i found another internship actually working for the school itself, which i’m pleased with. it’s very close to my home, and i can get there easily. they’re very casual about dress code too, so i dyed my hair again earlier this month :3

i quit working for the nursing home like 6 months ago, after almost 6 YEARS of being employed there. it was pretty on the spot lmao. we got new management that sucked + a resident started screaming at me and i was just like. well. i’m done.

currently: unemployed! or “full-time student” according to, like, my taxes or w/e. contemplating applying to some stores in the area but not too worried about it. money isssss pretty tight rn, but luckily i was able to save a LOT over the pandemic so i’ll be okay until i graduate and have to start paying back those student loans. i would like to think i’m pretty good at budgeting and money management, luckily.

ummm wedding is happening in may of next year, hopefully. move is happening ????? idk whenever it works for both of us. it’s gonna be scary but i can’t complain or worry about it too much because my wife already did that move Alone, so , like,

made this post because i was just thinking about like, idk what the gap will be between graduating & moving — not really worried about it Too much, because i know that’s smth we will figure out later haha. but i was thinking about how it’s smth we will figure out because i am Acutely aware of what happened when shit got bad in june 2017, where i was going “i’ll be moving out soon, i can’t get a job NOW!” and then i didn’t move out till december 2017. but then i was thinking about how i haven’t really talked about my life Extensively here since all that happened — maybe a bit, but most of it happens in dms (hi jess) (the ONLY person i use the tumblr messenger for) or in my discord server(s?) lmao.

and i realized that i have a lot of people (relatively, i guess.) who have been following me since i was like. 15? 16? and who maybe saw all that go down but don’t know what’s happening now.

anyways. on that front. my parents and i have… idk. kind of a relationship? not really sure. they have more of a relationship to me than i have to them, which is funny. they text me about every other day, but i don’t really answer that often. they know if they make negative commentary abt anything i’m doing they’ll just lose contact with me for good. they know i’m gay & that i’m getting married, and they’re Forced to be supportive Or Else, which i also find funny. they’re not attending my wedding though, On God.

had a weird thing happen a while back where my mom apologized for like. a lot of stuff. for the homophobia, for Some of the physical abuse she did, for some of the physical abuse & other abuse my dad & brother did to me. on their behalf, i guess? idk, being apologized to doesn’t really mean anything to me — or it didn’t, for a long time; i’ve only recently had Moments where someone apologized to me and i felt that it meant a lot — so i just felt weird about it. she was crying really hard, so i know that she knows that it was Bad. i still wish i could impart on her or on other people who don’t believe me Exactly what it was like, but i can’t.

for a large part it doesn’t really affect me, other than like, a desire to bury my head in the sand rather than Confront anything negative. so like. it doesn’t make it better but what i’m trying to say is like… idk, i’m doing fine, it could be way worse.

i guess i’m just biding my time until graduation. i almost wish i was working, because it feels like time passed a lot faster when i had work looming over me every two days. my class schedule for the next week is… fun…. i have a class from 2-4 and 6-8 on mondays, and then class from 6-8 on wednesdays. my fourth class is just my internship credit, and i don’t really need any more classes [that are offered in the fall].

so i’ll have plenty of free time, which is nice. i want to do more around the house, helping w upkeep and stuff. i have housemates & friends who i Love, which is not smth i would have expected like five years ago. so. time flies, i guess.

#VERY long rambly update but like. again i just can’t find my journal. #i’ve had various parts of this sitting in my drafts as well bc i Meant to make an exciting life update and forgor. #this isn’t That but i wanted to post smth substantially less depressing

[warmglowofsurvival]

Yahoo! On the Road Q&A: Twenty One Pilots

by: lyndsey parker

Yahoo! On the Road tour's Seattle show on an epic bill with Gossip, Willy Moon, and Capital Cities. There, they gave 1000 percent to their excited Northwest fans, doing backflips, climbing up the balconies, leaping off speakers, rocking matching skeleton hoodies, doing a double drum solo, and even giving a fake encore. To say these guys have personality would be putting it pretty mildly.

Before Twenty One Pilots hit the stage running, Yahoo! Music caught up with Tyler and Josh in their Moore Theatre dressing room, and hopefully their wonderfully skewed personalities came shining through in the following transcript of their delightfully sarcastic interview. Someone really needs to give these guys their own "Monkees"-style sitcom. But until that gets greenlit, read on...

YAHOO! OTR: So tell me how you guys formed.

JOSH: What's cool is like we knew each other probably over a year before we started playing music together, and just hung out all the time. We wanted to play music together, and then things kind of fell into place for that to happen. It's good to be friends before you start to play in a band; that's my opinion.

YAHOO! OTR: I heard a rumor that you met on Craigslist. Was it the "Casual Encounters" section?

TYLER: It was actually a business encounter. We like to say we're not in a band, we're actually like businessmen that travel around…and show you our business.

JOSH: I forget how we came up with that. I think it's to impress girls. 'cause sometimes if you go up and say, "Yeah, I'm in a band," girls' parents are not impressed.

TYLER: Whenever you talk to the parents and you say, "I'm in a band," it's like, "Okay, yeah, what are you really going to do with your life?" So we decided to just tell girls' parents that we're businessmen. And they'd further ask questions about our business and we'd just quickly change the subject.

JOSH: Very quickly.

YAHOO! OTR: Things seemed to have moved very quickly for you guys…

JOSH: Actually you know what? It's basically been just two years.

TYLER: I have no idea what month it is. Was it? Dude, happy anniversary.

JOSH: Happy anniversary, man.

YAHOO! OTR: Aw. How are you guys going to celebrate your anniversary?

TYLER: Make out.

JOSH: We probably won't do that, just kidding.

YAHOO! OTR: Do you have any theories as to why things came together so quickly for Twenty One Pilots?

TYLER: There's a lot of bands out there that have a really long history of periods of time where they're in the van. I definitely want to hit on the fact that we did hit all those points, but we hit them in stride and we saw them come at us very quickly, so we've seen every step that we wanted to see, we made sure we didn't skip any of those steps.

YAHOO! OTR: Do you get flak for supposedly not "paying your dues" or something?

TYLER: No, no, there's just so many bands out there, there's so many bands we know, friends of ours, that are doing the sleeping-in-a-van-in-a-Wal-Mart-parking-lot thing. And we're fortunate enough to move forward. We're in the Sam's Club parking lot now.

JOSH: We're members.

TYLER: But as things start to move quickly for us, I think that it's a testament to our live show and how ready we are for any sort of opportunity that comes our way, because we've played every type of show that there is to play, and we're ready for that moment.

YAHOO! OTR: What's the weirdest type of gig you've played?

TYLER: Some older couple will hire us to play in their bedroom. Stuff like that.

YAHOO! OTR: Sounds fun.

TYLER: Also when we're playing locally, starting out, still no one really knows who to put us with. So we've done the whole hip-hop bill, we've done a bunch of heavy metal bills — which was a lot of fun, actually. In a way, I'm just now kind of realizing it as I step back, we've drawn from those different scenes as we came up. There's obviously an element of hip-hop in the music but we've taken and been inspired by the metal scene. I mean, you wouldn't hear it in our music, but you'll never see a harder-working band than a metal band, so it's just all those things we've held onto, and they've been inspiring to us.

JOSH: We'll play with anyone and we learned to adapt to whatever the environment, whether it's a different club or venue or, you know, different bands that we play with, and try to figure out what kind of people are coming out to see those bands and how we can come across to them as the band that we are, without really sacrificing anything about ourselves.

YAHOO! OTR: What would be your dream gig, in terms of opening for someone. [silence] Celine Dion?

JOSH: Probably.

TYLER: No, just her band.

JOSH: Yeah, it would be karaoke for everybody; everybody sings along with it, like Celine's words are on the screen, but playing along with her actual band.

TYLER: There are certain bands that I like, and it's hard for me, with Josh and I kind of being a new band; we almost have like an underdog mentality. It's hard for me not to want to destroy whoever plays after us. It's hard for us not to feel a tiny bit competitive.

JOSH: So why don't the others bands just be better?

TYLER: I'd just like to headline. That's probably my best answer.

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#twenty one pilots #twentyonepilots #josh dun #joshua dun #tyler joseph #2013 #may #may 2013 #may '13 #may 26 #seattle #gossip #capital cities #willy moon #yahoo #yahoo! on the road #yahoo! on the road tour #interview #flickr

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, honestly confused as to how to feel about this episode, though probably time will tell. I do 1000% agree having an episode this packed following the off-brand cold case file episode was...a choice. Imagine how much more understandable Buck's choice would have been had we just come off the episode where Lev dies just as he figured happiness out?? Or Hen's forced to decompression after she just spent last episode going full speed 24/7?? Emotional continuity is a thing and I

feel like having a detective story in between just made things jarring. My favorite part of the episode was the Eddie and Chris stuff, which was excellent, but also contained to this episode (not to say every arc has to be contained, but if it's going to build over the season...). Anyway, as for Buck's story, we'll see where it goes. We all thought his obvious misery in 5a would lead to a reckoning in 5b and look how that turned out. Still it wasn't bad, just could've been better.

Okay but I am ABSOLUTELY with you on not knowing how to feel and I think part of that is because SO much was crammed into this episode that it didn’t feel like anything got the time to breathe! If they had trimmed down 6x03 and put part of this episode into it, we would have had time last week and this wee to see things like the discussion when the crew catches up after Chim got abducted and Buck almost got hit by that car, Maddie and Chim talking about their rough calls and finding some comfort in each other (I guess couples therapy is off the table? 🙄), and while that Buck/Hen scene was everything, I think he needed to talk to one other person and I get WHY it wasn’t Eddie yet (hopefully because when they DO talk about it, it will reveal some things but it’s been over a season and they haven’t talked about the shooting or will and not even about the tsunami or well incident soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️), but honestly I think the talk about his new self-help book/plan to say yes could have been the talk that happened with Eddie, and his talk with Maddie could have been about the Daniel of it all, and maybe about what happened with him and Chim and the near miss. But you’re also so right about the emotional continuity as well

I just think this episode was too packed and now we’re not even coming back to this storyline with Buck for another 3 episodes?! It all just still feels so messy. We have Buck off work with zero explanation (after last season was all about how they didn’t function correctly when they weren’t all together as a team), we have Hen asking for a second chance this week which was in the synopsis for NEXT week, no Madney couples therapy, who knows if May got dropped off at collage ever because we certainly didn’t see or hear about it or her after her quick spot in 6x02, Ravi’s name hasn’t even come up in 4 episodes, and Buck and Eddie have been so separated and not having conversations since 6x01 that even casual viewers are taking notice! And don’t get me started on that “I think curiosity killed the birdwatcher” nonsense. KR really thinks that if this show isn’t being a gritty police drama, then it’s just corny and unserious because, as I’ve said before, she just does not get the heart of this show. It used to be funny AND earnest, but now it just feels like it’s sometimes cold and like it can’t be earnest about it’s ridiculous calls, it has to be quippy like a tiktok video or something. They have to put in these scenes that say “we’re not REALLY caring about this man trapped under a tree, this is a dumb thing but we’re doing it *ironically* so you can’t laugh at us. IDK it’s just...off.

As for the sperm donor thing, I don’t even know how I feel. I figured he would lean towards yes but then after thinking make it a no, but committing like that makes me feel so bad for that couple if he changes his mind later. And I know everyone wants to talk about Daniel and the will, but also the way people are acting like a family history of cancer (which is incredibly common) is grounds to not father a child has rubbed me the wrong way and feels very...eugenic-y. Like, if he had a gf we might get one scene like we did with Maddie mentioning having a family history of cancer an that would be it! But while I do think the couple should be told about his family history, I don’t see why an otherwise healthy man shouldn’t be allowed to consider his genes being used to make a child. Plus who knows what kinds of other stuff his parents didn’t tell him or Maddie! Heart disease, diabetes, who knows what else is lurking in their family tree. Who knows what’s going on with the woman who will be carrying the baby and HER family history! It just feels weird that people are acting like Buck shouldn’t even be considered. Then there are the people hoping he’s infertile because for some reason the only way he can accept that he already has a family with Eddie is if he has NO option of ever having biological kids? (also, the friend is already infertile, which is why we’re getting this whole dumb thing, do we really think they would make Buck *also* infertile? They won’t even let him kiss a man (yet 🤞🏻) you really think they’re going to show him being unable to “perform”?) I think we all know Buck is not capable of walking away and hopefully the end result of this storyline is something good but right now it really feels like they just do not know what to do with him because they HAD the “oh” moment for Buddie a season ago in 4x13 and instead of leaning into it they swerved hard and Buck has just be circling in limbo waiting for it to be “time”. 

At least we got to see Hen/Buck drunk besties under far better and more fun circumstances (Eddie/Maddie drunk besties WHEN?!), Bobby was sooo Dad shaped this episode, ARMS!, Eddie being a great dad and being willing to open up to his family (118 and Ramon) to ask for help and advice, Chris is a pre-teen for sure and still just as much of a national treasure and I’m so excited to see him growing up and where this is going to go, and I don’t care what anyone says Noah is still such a sweet little bean. I will say for as packed as this episode was and as unfulfilled as I was with some of the things we didn’t get to see because this episode had too much going on, I did have fun while I was watching the episode, and I’m still very much excited to see what’s coming next. I feel like this sperm donor storyline as the potential to be like the Eddie/Ana storyline where it was rough the first go around because it didn’t make sense that after the things she said about Chris, why Eddie would want to be with her, but it DID give us some good insight into Eddie and the ending of that relationship was *chef’s kiss* and made it easier to watch again knowing how it ended, even if some of the choices along the way weren’t always great. (unlike the tay kay stuff which just got worse and worse and is rough to watch in s4 knowing how long it’s going to miserably drag out)

This is probably rambling and incoherent at this point (being back in the office 9 hrs a day is frying my brain) so sorry for the word vomit. Maybe over the next few days I’ll figure out how I feel about all this. Until then, thanks for giving me a reason to ramble. Glad to know I’m not the only one unsure of how to feel.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #my brain is mush #i feel like the show is much closer to normal than it was last season #but it's still missing *something* #and i feel like that *something* is a person in charge who understands the characters and the show #instead of someone who keeps trying to turn it into something else #also that demo drop speaks *volumes* about how people felt about last week and the direction the show is going #tim!! #come get your show tim!

[darling-drag-brainrot]

hi there milo!!!! how are ya? it's question time <3 tell me a story about yourself. any story, from any time—yesterday, when you were four years old, middle school, anything. don’t focus on making it interesting or cool, just tell me something that feels nice to talk about!! is there an old friend you miss? a sledding hill you used to go to? what was the last meal you made? tell me something, but be sure to add details!!

Omg hi!!!!! Thank you for the questions because I love love LOVE hearing from you and I love answering stuff lmao 💖

Okay so a story I love telling because I am lovesick and also obnoxious is the story of how me and my girlfriend got together because it’s hilarious and silly and very U-Haul Lesbian trope of us 🥺 Also,,, apologies in advance this story is long because it contains so much backstory and I cannot shut up about my girlfriend because they are amazing.

So, imagine you’re me. You’ve just moved into your new building for your second year of college. You have some super cool new friends in said building and a super cool, super chill roommate. And all you could want now, is a girlfriend. Though you assume that’s not something you’re gonna get for a LONG time, which you’ve made peace with.

So, One day, I’m sitting in the communal kitchen with some of my building-mates. We’re all just chatting and joking around when one of my friends from down the hall let’s us know that his roommate finally moved in. This is shocking news because by this point it’s almost two weeks into the school year and while we knew said friend was supposed to have a roommate, we had yet to see them and had just assumed they’d never move in. None of us at this point have met them, and we have no idea what they could be like. My worst fear is that they’ll end up being the most frat bro kind of cishet white man to ever exist.

Spoiler Alert : They weren’t that.

Just as we’re speculating about this mystery roommate someone new enters the kitchen.

The prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life enters, soft smile on their face and I’m instantly smitten. They have long, flowing black hair with a reddish tint, large brown eyes, deeply tanned (as in clearly non-white tan), and despite the fact they’re in extremely simple casual clothes they carry themselves like an off duty model.

I think in that moment I reached a new plane of existence because I vividly remember feeling my heart skip several beats.

Then they introduced themself.

Their name was Sasha. They were a third year. And they used they/she pronouns.

And to top it all off, they were the elusive roommate that we had just been speculating about.

Imagine you’re me in this moment. Faced with the most gorgeous creature in the world. Informed that this gorgeous pretty creature is now living down the hall from you. You can only imagine my internal panic. Though I tried to rationalize to myself that with how busy college students are, I’d likely never seen them outside of briefly passing each other in the hall. Hopefully I’d not have to see them again, because if I had to interact with them more than once I’d probably embarass myself.

So about an hour later my friends and I are still in the kitchen long after Sasha has left to unpack, and we’ve switched to the topic of the previously open door to one of the empty rooms in the hall which had mysteriously been locked earlier in the day.

Cue Sasha entering the room.

Cue Sasha overhearing us.

Cue Sasha proclaiming they know how to lockpick.

Cue about an hour straight of Sasha gathering everything they can from paper clips to bobby pins to butter knives as half the building gathers to watch them try to break into this locked door.

Then once this plan fails they drag their roommate around the back of the building to simply slip in through the window and unlock it from the inside.

Cue the plot twist.

The reason the door is locked is because the room is no longer empty. Someone has moved in. And Sasha nearly just climbed through the window, stopped only by the fact they saw all the luggage that the new person had left in the space.

So Sasha and us all abruptly stop lockpicking and as people scurry back to their rooms I sit back at my kitchen chair to watch Sasha begin wandering around the kitchen, rambling nonsensically about memories and erasing doubt and stuff that sounded vaguely cult-ish.

They tear down all the informational posters stuck to the communal corkboard before gathering my friends to crucify a large stuffed bear to said corkboard in a way that resembles a cult-ish crucifixion of Christ.

Fun.

At this point I am confused, intrigued, and mildly worried that this cute person is legitimately off their rocker. But once the bear is crucified they scamper off to bed with a big smile on their face and in my ‘ooooh pretty person’ haze I simply accept the fact that sometimes the hottest people are the kookiest.

I expect this to be the last I see of them but from that point on I start seeing them every time I’m in the kitchen (as that’s my favourite place to study). They sit next to me and chat, we browse Etsy together, we chat incessantly all the time, every single day until my friend begins asking me when’s the wedding.

This culminates in Sasha and I staying up ALL night in the kitchen on a whim- chatting, doing makeup, and being obnoxious as hell (I found out in the morning that everyone in the building could hear us talk all night cause the walls were so thin and I felt so bad).

And so, to not have everyone in the building constantly pissed at us for chatting so much, I one day (about two weeks into our knowing each other) invited Sasha into my room.

They immediately made themselves at home on my bed and we chatted for hours. My roommate came in and struck up a conversation with them and before I knew it I had woken up in the morning with Sasha wrapped around me like a blanket.

Now at this point I am even further smitten for them. They’re funny, creative, smart, unpredictable and a very good person to talk to overall. So maybe I invite them back to my room the next day hoping they’ll end up staying the night again. And when they do, under the pretense of it simply being ‘cozy’ and I am thusly emboldened to bring them back to my room a third night.

So, the day of the third night my best friend and I go out to lunch and I ramble about Sasha for approximately two hours. My best friend immediately demands I ask Sasha out because (and I loosely paraphrase here) she had ‘never seen my eyes light up so much’ when talking about another person before outside of maybe when I talked about Louis Tomlinson from One Direction for several hours straight.

I tell my best friend that maybe- MAYBE- I will admit my feelings to Sasha… at some point.

I admittedly was like 99% sure that Sasha liked me back by this point due to them sleeping in my bed multiple nights and also the ways they would make romantically themed jokes to me constantly under the guise of ‘teasing’ (the second night I woke up and got ready for my class with them crooning for me to ‘come back to bed my dear husband’ and I nearly collapsed).

But I was anxious and also scared and a little bit of a wimp.

Then, at dinner, I’m sitting with my roommate, their friend, and Sasha. Sasha and I are holding hands in a totally platonic normal friendly way (I swore) and chatting when the friend turns to us and goes ‘Are you guys dating?’

I freeze like a deer in the headlights and struggle to respond. Because NO we technically are not dating but I don’t want to say no too agressively because then Sasha my think that I’m disgusted by the concept of dating them and will feel bad.

After a long silence my roommate states that me and Sasha are not dating.

About five minutes later the friend smirks and goes (to me and Sasha) ‘Okay, but you guys have hooked up before right?’

Cue me and Sasha agressively shaking our heads and denying this because we have not in the slightest.

The rest of the meal was unbearably awkward from this point on.

Then: Night Three.

It is is one in the morning, Sasha is in my bed, we are literally cuddling and staring into each other’s eyes and I can’t take it anymore so I blurt out.

‘You know I’m attracted to you right?’

Because subtlety is dead and I can’t think of anything smarter to say.

And Sasha goes, ‘Good, cause I’m attracted to you too.’

And then I launched into a long ramble about how much I liked them but I was worried and didn’t want to label us or go too fast because I had emotional trauma still from my previous girlfriend and I liked Sasha so much it maybe scared me.

And Sasha listened and smiled and comforted me and told me we’d take it as slow as I needed and they would always respect my boundaries.

And then (because omg how sweet is that - I had never had someone be so understanding before) I felt the insane urge to kiss them but because I was still trying to take it slow I simply kissed their cheek instead.

Then badda bing badda boom we fell asleep and I woke up buzzing with excitement as I told my roommate (who was unbelievably happy for me) and my friends and my best friend (who all were just waiting for Sasha and I to figure it out) that I now had a girlfriend.

Then uhhhhhhh time skip to now and me and them have almost been dating for two months!!! How awesome!!!!

They’re super sweet and awesome and I talk about them on my Instagram all the time and I once had them sit for like two hours while I infodumped about RuPaul’s Drag Race and Crygi and Drag Con until they agreed with me that Gigi Goode is fantastic. And I also made them read some of my fics which they thought were cute!

Okay that was SUCH long winded story I am SO sorry but I just get excited when I talk about my girlfriend cause they’re sweet as pie and also I just think the shift from me thinking they were cute but nuts to spending every hour of the day with them to literally having them sleep in my bed for several nights before I asked them out after knowing them for two weeks is hilarious.

Especially because ever since we got together my girlfriend hasn’t slept in their bed in their room for more than like three days. They just sleep in my room (shout out to my roommate who literally doesn’t mind and actually thinks it’s cute and has invited in Sasha as the unofficial third roommate).

Yeah so that’s my story gjdnfnfnf sorry it was a novel.

[stupendousfuckcurtain]

Okay so stranger things volume 2 kinda made sense to me while watching it but then I read the most colourful reviews and I'm here to talk about it. I'm mostly gonna talk about the things that I've seen being talked about that frustrate me. Here it goes.(It gets kiiinda long and kinda messy but hopefully it's somewhat understandable)

Will

The whole gay anguish Will has been put through this season honestly HURTS to watch. I don't care if they're using the gay character and stuff but ANY character being put through this kind of psychological pain AFTER already getting traumatized is just. Not it? I enjoyed the angst I'll admit but still they're not living his character up to its potential. Will was the main subject, like the main GOAL in the beginning right. Boi got fucked up in the first season but no you have to keep the connection going someway in season 2 so make him suffer more. FINE. Season two was still okay because there was potential for recovery and it could've been redeemed in season 3 but nope. It did not. What the hell even was season 3 for Will specifically? Season 3 feels like a fever dream not gonna lie but anyway the last two seasons have done NOTHING for Will.

Byler

Season 4 would've been PERFECT for the recovery process to start through Byler and I'm not just saying this because the show needs more positive LGBTQ representation but because it would make 100% sense for the characters and the plot to progress better. Also I feel like a lot of people are just shipping characters for absolutely no reason this season in the name of representation. Like I get shipping my guys but don't say its for the rep if it doesn't make sense. But yeah anyway Will's character has reached a potentially irredeemable point for me. Hopefully it'll SOMEHOW make sense in season 5.

Mileven

Okay so um. I'm a casual viewer I don't really care about the show after a few hours of finishing it BUT this relationship was enough to distress me for two years. I stopped shipping these two after season three tbh and then I come into season four and hEAR MIKE SAYING THAT HIS LIFE FELT LIKE IT STARTED WHEN HE MET ELEVEN WHAT THE HELL. Season 3 was kinda wierd for a few characters, there was such inconsistency with the character writing. Like there are bad characters and then there's bad writing. Mike was a great friend right from season one and suddenly he's a douche who can't see how much his best friend is suffering and literally crying beside him? Does not make sense. This whole relationship or the whole love triangle has been disgusting to see. It just does not make sense. I'm all for characters turning stupid or changing through circumstances but can someone please explain to me how Mike's downfall came to be. He's nothing but a love interest now? Just following around El with Will following him, is that it? Mike's entire focus shifted to eleven this season. Maybe it was because of everyone else was safe and close to him? The story is being made in a way as if Mike has always thought of El as number one priority but he didn't. I don't know it just doesn't feel right.

Characters in general

I don't know know how anyone else interprets the characters and the show in such detail but I feel like they(the writers) are literally reducing the characters to some tropes so that they show this big huge fight between the worlds. The writers are doing a horrible job handling the characters. ESPECIALLY relationships. This show and the fandom are the messiest in ships. I feel like I'm saying controversial stuff right now but eh. For the fans, I'm sorry but steddie being shipped was just a huge ass blow to my face. I could still predict ronance coming but steddie? Hell nah. Where'd people even dig that up from. A little eye contact? we do not need to ship a canonically(or presumed) gay character from every same sex interaction we see. Ronance kinda felt like it'd be cool but they felt more like buddies to me so. I respect the ships but I just haven't seen the content or posts that could convinced that they could have any canon potential. I like my ships a little more canon inspired. So yeah. For the show itself, they've fucked me up by butchering a lot of things this season and relationships is one main point as we've established already. Since I've already typed a paragraph about mileven let's go with something small for Nancy and Steve. No. It just fucks with all the character development Steve's had the past three seasons and just does not make sense. It makes sense that Nancy and Jonathan might not be able to work it out because of the distance and stuff but really? You're gonna make Nancy, the smart confident Nancy, go back to her ex she walked away from? That's just. Mmm mm.

Anyway yeah this was it. Don't think anyone's gonna read this but feels good to type it out. Also if anyone does read this I'm sorry if it has any stuff that doesn't make sense I've completely COMPLETELY forgotten season 3. If anyone doesnt agree or has a different perspective on these things please DM me I'd love to understand better.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stv2 #mileven #byler s4 #byler #mike stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #steve Harrington #Nancy wheeler #eleven #Jane hopper #personal interpretation #season 4 what a mindfuck #either the duffers are on a higher level of intelligence #or they're pulling the show out of their ass #does not make sense to me #someone help me understand #genuinely asking for help

[woltourney]

ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 15

Vastha Mhakaracca (@incense-and-iron) v. Rolanberry "Kira" Cheesecake (@phobos-voidwalker)

Vastha Mhakaracca:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Vastha Mhakaracca [He/They]

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Miqote - Keeper of the Moon

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Main classes: Dragoon, Dark Knight, Monk, Reaper, Dancer

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. I'm a happy guy! Like to entertain my friends and put a smile on other people's faces. I ended up becoming a hero after following (partly) in my mother's footsteps-- she was a lancer and gave me her old lance when I wanted to leave home to adventure. It kind of broke ages ago… but I still have it! So she shouldn't be too mad about it. Hopefully, heh. Uh, anyway, I enjoy dancing and have tons of experience in managing and entertaining people since my family runs a small inn on the side of some nameless road. As for liking being a hero… it's complicated; as much as I really wish it wasn't that way. It use to be so easy and fun. Simple, even. There was still danger of course, but… I dunno. Fighting five giant ladybugs doesn't really match up in danger levels as the types of things I've been up too as of late [[<-- post EW content]]. Not to mention all the worst parts of having so much on your shoulders, things I really don't want to get into for such a fun event. B-But, don't take it as if I don't want to be a hero!! I can do it, so I want to do it. And it's not a 'If I don't do it, no one will', either. I think there are people who definitely could and would. People who have pulled way more weight through all this than I have. Even so, with all the pain and trouble I've been though, it's worth it at the end of the day. Knowing that I've helped so many people, that I have the power to keep the worst at bay, that I can make a change in the world and have that change try and be something good and positive and kind: that's what makes me like such a dangerous and oftentimes thankless job. Free time? Well, there's: dancing, cooking [[Culinarian is at level 90]], tending to my new island hangout, I've been doing LOTS of sightseeing-- Oh! I LOVE taking pictures and doing photography. Mostly of landscapes, they're just easier for me to work with than people; not to say I don't snap pictures of my friends now and again. What else… Oh! I've been taking up other crafting jobs as well since I have the spare time. It gives me something to keep my hands busy and lets me go out and collect more plants and rocks. I always liked going out to collect random stuff, but some of my older sisters, who I ended up bullied into hiring on as retainers so they could keep tabs on me away from home, got tired of me dumping popotos and iron ingots onto them to figure out how to sell en mass every week. I saw nothing wrong with it, but it really just must be me. Hmm… A lot more stuff about me is kind of personal. While I'm a rather open guy and like to chat, there's even some stuff I don't like talking about too casually or with strangers, sorry! Maybe we can be friends? I'm always open to new friends! Let's talk more sometime, okay?

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. Why should I win? Oh man, I just think it'd be neat! "Vastha Mhakaracca, winner of the…" uh, what was this called again? Oh, right! "winner of the WoLTourney 2023!" Could even put that on my little adventure card thingy just for fun.

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Some other facts about Vastha he didn't get to cover himself: Transmasc [he/they] and gay (despite all the handsome bachelors in game, he hasn't fallen for more past a short lived crush or two.) He has 4 older sisters, making him the youngest in the family He use to be more meek and shy, which turned to 'all talk no bite', which turned out to now where he's more mellow and friendly but will not hesitate to throw hands if someone starts something He actually likes to do fetch quests because it lets him explore local areas to take more pictures Vastha comes off as a bit of a dunce and a ~stoopid widdle catboi~ to people because he likes to have fun and goof around like he use too (before all the horrors (tm) of being an adventurer). He notices, but doesn't comment on it. He'd rather people keep thinking it and underestimate him so he can prove them wrong through action. And with so much life experience now, he really doesn't care what others think of him anymore; he knows himself and that's all he can control in life. Despite being so giddy and friendly, the man does have some things he dislikes a normal degree, and other things (and people) he hates with the rage of a thousand suns-- which upon mention of will immediately switch his mood to more sour and serious. It's rare to stumble across such topics, thankfully.

Rolanberry "Kira" Cheesecake:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Rolanberry "Kira" Cheesecake, he/they

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Rava Viera

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. "Evoker" a special blend between SMN/RPR/DRK that focuses on summoning beings using his body as a vessel, similar to Enshroud.

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Brynhildr!

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Kira is a reluctant hero, originating from Sharlayan and settling down in the Black Shroud after the Calamity. He worked for Carline Canopy for those few years before being called to action (with the persuasion of a LOT of Gil) by another reluctant hero. He travels Eorzea with the hopes of trying every type of coffee and cake he can get his hands on, as well as hearing as much gossip as his oversized ears allow. He's an informant by trade and a hero by necessity, often coming across as abrasive and cold at first glance, but has a soft spot for animals and children seeing as he is the eldest of 6 siblings. In his spare time he enjoys music from local bards and tips very well.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. A heavy sigh. "Because if I do NOT win, that smug little shite is going to lord it over my head like the last time something blew up in my face. I might not be all too interested in popularity contests, but if it lets me rub it in that spoiled little brats face then by the Twelve I'm all in, SHOW ME YOUR AFFECTION EORZEA!!!" Oh, there he goes, off on another power trip, aaaaaand there's the maniacal laughter… Oh boy.

#💎 shout #💎 round one

[celestial-thoughts]

an update of sorts (platonic 4 horsewomen of mma)

Prompt 1: Wondering if you could do something with the 4 horsewomen talking all together and them talking to Shayna about her and Dakotas relationship and how it's been going??? Prompt 2: Wondering if you could do a platonic story with the 4 horsewomen(mma) about how shayna's changed since dating Dakota ???

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took me so long to finish! Between other life stuff, repeatedly getting sick, other writing projects, and a lack of inspiration, I just hadn't been able to do it until now. This takes place during Crown Jewel 2022.

Word count: 1.1k

"You know, we really should do this more often," Shayna remarks as she drops onto one of the couches in the living room of their hotel suite.

By some miracle Shayna, Jessamyn, Ronda, and Marina had managed to find a weekend when they were all free, and they now found themselves in a hotel in Vegas. It felt like forever since the four horsewomen had been reunited. But finally, they're all together again.

"Says the person who has the busiest schedule out of all of us," Jessamyn teases from the armchair.

"Ronda has the same job as me," Shayna points out.

Ronda laughs at this. "I'm not the one with a girlfriend that I'm madly in love with," she fires back. Shayna opens her mouth to protest, but Ronda shakes her head. "Don't try to deny it," she says. "We know it's the truth."

"What's the truth?" Marina says as she enters the room, her hair still wet from showering.

"That Shayna is in love with Dakota," Ronda says, crossing the room and sitting down next to Shayna. "How is that going by the way? I feel like we haven't really caught up in forever."

Shayna feels her cheeks flush as she holds back a smile. "It's good," she says, trying to stay casual about the whole thing.

"Just good?" Jess asks, raising an eyebrow at Shayna.

Shayna squirms a little, not quite making eye contact with any of her friends. "What answer were you expecting?" she asks. Ronda smirks at her, and Shayna immediately shakes her head. "Nope. Not telling you any of that," she says.

"Come on, since when do you keep secrets from us?" Ronda asks, playfully nudging Shayna's shoulder.

Shayna cracks a smile. "Since there are some things that I just want to keep to myself," she says.

Ronda opens her mouth to say something but Marina shoots her a look. Ronda pauses, rethinking her words. "Okay, you don't have to share anything you're not comfortable with," she says. "We just want to know how you've been. We've barely talked since you two started dating."

Shayna smiles at this. She really does have the best friends in the world. "I've been good," she says. "I've been really, really happy."

Marina looks up at Shayna from where she's sitting on the floor. "You seem happier," she remarks. "Not that you didn't seem happy before but," she trails off, as if searching for the right words.

"I get what you mean," Shayna says. "I think we've both finally adjusted to having a limited amount of time to spend together, which sucks but we try to make the most of it." Suddenly, her phone buzzes and she looks down to find a text from Dakota.

Dakota Kai: We're the second match on the card, in case you wanted to watch.

Jess looks over Shayna's shoulder at her phone and smiles. "Are you going to watch her match?" she asks.

"Of course I am," Shayna says, as she types a response to her girlfriend.

Shayna Baszler: Wouldn't miss it. Have fun out there. I'll be cheering you on from here.

Dakota Kai: Hopefully I don't mess up.

Shayna Baszler: You won't, I promise. And remember that no matter what happens, you'll always be my champion <3.

Dakota Kai: xoxo <3

Shayna puts her phone away and stands up to grab her laptop. She returns to the couch and pulls up Crown Jewel, setting the device on the coffee table.

"Don't you already know what's going to happen?" Ronda asks as they watch the opening match.

Shayna shakes her head. "Dakota wouldn't tell me anything," she says. "But for her sake, I really hope that the right decision was made."

"I'm guessing she didn't take the title loss very well?" Marina asks.

Shayna sighs. "She said that she was fine, but I could tell that it upset her," she says. "She was finally starting to find her confidence again, and losing the belt definitely rattled her."

Jess nudges Shayna's shoulder, nodding towards the computer. "It's time," she says.

Shayna turns to face the laptop, taking a deep breath. A women's title has never changed hands in Saudi Arabia before, but there's a first time for everything. Dakota and Iyo make their entrance and Shayna can't help but smile. Even without the title around her waist, Dakota has never looked more ready.

"Hey, don't forget to breathe," Marina says.

The match is back and forth, and Shayna flinches every time Dakota or Iyo kicks out of a pinfall attempt. At one point Dakota locks in a submission attempt on Asuka and Shayna can't help but smile.

"Did you teach her that?" Ronda asks, and Shayna nods.

They continue to watch. As Alexa climbs to the top rope with Dakota down on her back, Shayna feels her heart pounding. "Get the knees up," she says under her breath, hoping that Dakota is aware of the situation she's in. Alexa goes for twisted bliss, and Dakota gets her knees up to her chest just in time. Shayna lets out the breath she was holding.

As soon as Asuka and Iyo start going at each other, Shayna knows that if Dakota and Iyo pull off the victory it likely won't be clean. Not with the official distracted. Sure enough, Nikki Cross appears and takes out Alexa.

Dakota quickly covers Alexa, and Shayna doesn't miss the way her girlfriend screams for the referee. She holds her breath, hoping that this is it.

One. Two. Three.

Shayna lets out the breath. They did it. Dakota and Iyo are once again champions. She smiles, knowing that there will be a very happy Dakota coming home on Tuesday.

"I figured out what's different about you," Marina says.

Shayna looks at her, a confused expression on her face. "There's nothing different about me," she says.

"I mean since you started dating Dakota," Marina explains. "You find joy in her successes, even when things aren't going as well for you."

"She's right," Ronda chimes in. "I remember when I talked to you after Clash at the Castle. I expected you to be upset because you lost your match. But instead, you we're so excited because Dakota won her match."

Jess gives Shayna's shoulder a squeeze. "We're glad you've found someone who makes you so happy," she says.

Shayna smiles, thinking about all the times Dakota has made her happy when nothing else could. She thinks about how lucky she is to have Dakota in her life. "Me too," she says. "Me too."

#my writing #wwe #shaykota #shayna baszler #ronda rousey #jessamyn duke #marina shafir #4hw #4 horsewomen of mma