#i hope this is word soup to yall

[yourlocalabstraction]

I just wanna say something about the new video /nm

I’ve seen a lot of people assuming various things about Jash’s gender identity just from how he dresses in the dance segment. Like some folk in the cjfs are saying things along the lines of “OH EM GEE HE’S SUCH A GENDERQUEER ICON”, and others are even going as far as calling him a femboy.

I get you all have good intentions and mean this in a positive light, but please, have respect for Mr. Jash. Note that he is an actual fucking guy. Don’t woobify or idolize him to an uncomfortable extent. Also, we need to avoid forcing labels upon him. As a cis guy, his fanbase shouldn’t be shoving him into a certain corner of identity that doesn’t resonate with him, merely because of the way he dresses in a video. Plus, the outfits he’s in aren’t necessarily ‘feminine’. They aren’t gendered! They’re pieces of clothing!! Just because he’s wearing fits that go against masc norms, it isn’t an instant sign that ‘holy shit chonnathan jash gener fluid real’.

Also, this is a huge personal gripe of mine, can we PLEASE NOT CALL HIM A FEMBOY????? I haven’t seen many people do this thankfully, but, do I even have to explain why this ain’t it????? Not only do some trans people consider it a slur, but this is a real, cis, grownass man we’re talking about. As a fanbase, we need to establish and acknowledge that this guy is an actual person with feelings and boundaries.

I’ve just noticed that with a lot of GNC artists/influencers, there’s a lot of pressure from their fans to be labeled as genderqueer just because of how they appear. Please remember that gender presentation is a spectrum, and presentation does NOT equal gender identity !!! Just because a cis man is more fem-presenting than societal standards, it doesn’t instantly make them not cis. The definition of being cis is that you identify with your AAB gender. That’s the only requirement.

Anyways, I honestly hella appreciate that Jash is doing this!! We don’t see GNC cis folk to often, and this guy is just!! So valid man!!!! I am immensely comforted.

Don’t get me wrong, it IS ok to gender envy him (i sure as hell do), and complement his appearance. If you wanna say he’s pretty, go ahead!!!!! Just remember that at the end of the day, no matter whatever you say, just have respect for the guy and don’t be a fuckin weirdo with it!!!!!!!!

#this is probably word soup but i wanted to get it off my chest #QUOTE FROM SOMEONE IN THE CJFS >>>>> #‘’​He looks beautiful and I know that part of the song was to make a point but I hope he feels beautiful looking back at it. #You don’t have to be gender queer to not conform to to gender norms and I think he absolutely slays.’’ #also #yall i love the chonnathan shimmy too but dont let it distract you from the actual point of the song #cj ego #is there a jash tag for ego yet #oh well #chonny jash #cj rambling #psa

[mixiury]

Always remembering you - Genshin x GN reader

Characters: Wanderer, Itto, Kaveh, Neuvillette

Summary: You have to leave for a long period of time. What do they do after it? (Basically them missing you)

A/N: I am alive!! Sorry for not posting in a while. Honestly I haven't been very motivated to write but I randomly got this idea so I hope yall like it! (I edited some parts and typos I noticed so hopefully now it is better :)

Wanderer has no need for things as transitory and insignificant as the attention of others— specially if it comes from an human being— so what makes you believe that you would be an exception?

It's been decades since he last sought companionship after all. The only reason why he asked you to accompany him is to complete the tasks Nahida assigned him. It is just easier for you to do all the hard work instead of him. Don't try to read between the lines.

Yes. Of course it was necessary to stop in the middle of Sumeru's forest to contemplate the surroundings for the past hour. It is part of his job to ensure that there are no potential dangers near the city.

Actually, the fact that the path you were taking was blocked by a tree that mysteriously collapsed in front of you due to a strong blown of wind has nothing to do with him. Why would you think he did that in the first place? You're imagining things.

The only reason he's holding your hand right now is so you don't get lost or delay him by this absurdly long new path he's chosen. Yes, it's clearly the only option you two have, so don't complain and keep walking.

But if you need a moment to rest he won't refuse. And if at any point you decide to lean your head on his shoulder, he won't push you away either. Just don't get used to this, he only allows it because he knows how fragile human bodies are and he prefers to avoid Nahida's scolding for leaving you in the middle of nowhere.

And if you still have doubts, that's right, the fact that all these things happen after not being able to talk to you all week is totally a coincidence.

Itto, on the other hand, doesn't seem to know the word discretion.

What do you mean you have another important commission to do? But didn't you just finished one yesterday? How about you join him in a beetle tournament instead? Or maybe you can spend time with the gang? Come on, he knows you can't refuse this unique opportunity!

Hmm? That you always spend time with them..? But this time is different! This time they will do something so different and so incredible that you just can't loose! Trust him. Arataki Itto always keep his word!

And it is just that it seems like the entire universe is sending you signals to spend time with him. From Itto posters that mysteriously appear on paper airplanes to his name in the alphabet soup you eat.

But if all that is not enough to convince you that it is the destiny the one putting you together, somehow you both end up meeting multiple times a day. No matter where you look, he will be there.

Do you have to collect different flowers from Inazuma for your commission? It turns out that floristry is one of his hidden talents! Do you have to give them to someone? How curious! He was just talking to that same person! Are you saying he is brothering them? Of course not! He would never do that... On purpose.

There's no point in questioning him, somehow he always has an excuse- (although it doesn't mean they make sense). It's only until you look up at the sky and see fireworks with Itto's face, his signature, and the words "I miss you" that he finally tells you the truth behind all the coincidences that has happened during the day.

However, the moment does not last long, because shortly afterwards different guards come running to capture Itto for alleged harassment and "illegal use" of fireworks without authorization. Complete defamation if you ask him.

At the end, you and Kuki have to visit him in jail and take care of all the paperwork for the damage him and the gang caused. But hey, at least that means his plan worked?

Kaveh directly doesn't seems able to function properly.

Don't get him wrong, he knows better than anyone how hard it must be for you to be so busy. After all, he has found himself in the same situation as you multiple times in the past.

It's just that he had never noticed the influence you have on his life until that moment, where instead of having breakfast together at the same place as always he finds himself eating preheated noodles from the microwave.

For the first time in a long time he's having trouble concentrating on his work, unable to finish the commission he's been putting off for the last week— not so surprisingly— the same amount of time since you traveled to Fontaine.

Because every time he looks at the paper on the desk he can't stop his hand from drawing sketches of you, his mind clouded with questions about your safety and how you are doing.

Kaveh doesn't really know how to control that feeling so he does the only thing he knows in situations like this; Overwork himself. Going from basically doing nothing all week to creating almost a month's worth of work in a few days.

Of course, it doesn't take much for his friends to notice, trying to reason with him more than once. However, if there is something to recognize from Kaveh it is his stubbornness, reassuring them that everything is completely under control.

It's only until he ends up falling asleep during a conversation with Tighnari that he decides to take action into his own hands, sending you a letter telling you about the situation because your boyfriend can barely stay awake during the day and has been living of coffee.

And despite his reproaches towards Tighnari, he can't help but feel glad the moment you return to Sumeru a few days earlier than anticipated, updating you on every little detail that happened while you were gone and sleeping for almost a full day no long after. He may thank Tighnari later.

Unlike the others, Neuvillette feels totally fine after you left.

Of course he notice your absence and perhaps your name has appeared in his mind more than three times in the day but that's all. There is no need to worry about it, Take all the time you need.

He continues with his routine as always. He is also a very busy person so he doesn't think a lot of it. He's just walking around in the same place where you met because he's taking a short break. Nothing more than that.

In fact, you might even be able to see him ordering at the same coffee shop where you had your first date, sitting at the same table he sat at back then. But that isn't related to this situation, so please continue what you are doing.

But if you notice how Fontaine has fallen into heavy rain this last month, he will just reassure you that it's completely normal. Probably is just the weather that hasn't been stable lately. Nothing to worry about. Everything is under control as it always has been.

Yet, even if he manages to fool himself, all the melusines notice the way his gaze wanders from the documents on his desk to the empty seat next to him. His eyes shining every moment he hears the door of his office open just to met with the disappointment in them when he realizes it's not you on the other side.

Because despite his attempts to distract himself, it's simply impossible when every place he goes has some memory of you. He knows you won't be away for long so why does he feel like something is missing when you're not around?

Melusines try to talk with him, even requesting help to Furina, but it doesn't seems to be an end of the countless rains that has been occurring since you left.

He will just continue denying his feelings over and over, completely oblivious of them and the attempts of others to cheer him up.

It's hard for Neuvillette to understand the reason for his the emptiness he feels, but when he sees you once again he can't help but notice the great sense of relief that comes with you, immediately asking you how you are doing and making sure you feel welcome.

Maybe with the pass of the time he will be able to come in terms with his feelings but for now all he wants to do is to spend more time with you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #itto x reader #kaveh x reader #neuvillette x reader #not proofread #Sorry xD #Genshin Impact #genshin impact x you #genshin x you

[jjunsolos]

TXT REACTIONS TO - you crying over a song

when txt walks in on you crying over a sad song

pairings - txt x gn!reader (separately)

warnings - none much. reader just cries in all of the reactions

genre - fluff, tiniest of angst, crack

a/n - i got this idea after listening to ‘no me queda mas’ by selena😪 when i tell you i was BAWLINGG !! anywayyy i decided to post this since i havent been updating the smau (my bad yall) but also coz this has been sitting in my drafts for way too long😭 so i hope yall enjoy 💗

(bold = reader)

[yeonjun] <3

- bro walks in and just sees you bawling your eyes out

- confused coz wtf are you doing in the dark blasting bruno mars 🤨

- “uh… baby? are you oka-“

- couldnt finish his sentence coz you start sobbing loudly

- most definitely thinks youre going through something

- decides to sit next to you and rubs your back as you sob your heart out

- “sorry… this song is just so sad”

- “no dont apologize baby” *smiles widely* “ill be your shoulder to cry on”

- teases you when youve calmed down fs

[soobin] <3

- worried bby :(

- abt to start crying just coz youre crying (this pure soul🤧)

- sits next to you and hugs you super duper tight

- (pls keep in mind he still has yet to find out why youre crying)

- grabs a tissue box and starts wiping your tears and your snot. despite it grossing him out just a littleee 🤏 bit

- finally asks why youre crying and… welp

- his face literally goes from “🥺🤨😐😑”

- “babe i thought someone died !!! you worried me so much ahhhh”

- dramatic noises coz bby was REALLYYY worried for a second

- but its okay coz at least youre crying over something minor

[beomgyu] <3

- confused pt.1

- first instinct, as bad as it sounds, is to record you😭

- like lets be honest, the second he heard adele from the other room he alr knew you were gonna end up in tears

- comes up to you and starts fake crying

- you look at him like “🥺🤨”

- “what? you cant just cry alone. you need my cries to finish yours”

- changes the music to something else coz his throat starts hurting from all the fake crying😭

- shows you the video he took an hour later and you alr know hes laughing as he does so

[taehyun] <3

- honestly babes didnt even notice you were crying

- he came into the room to grab something and didnt notice you were crying till he turned around

- confused pt.2

- doesnt understand why youre crying till he hears ‘for you’ by bts playing

- as a fellow army himself, he understands

- grabs a box of tissue and your favorite stuffed animal and hands it to you

- and when you look at him confused, he just replies with “for the tough times”

- walks out and cooks you some nice soup for when youre done with your crying session

[hueningkai] <3

- heard sniffling and thought you caught a cold

- turns out youre crying over music :\

- kinda stands at the door like “🧍🏾”

- literally doesnt speak bc “actions speak louder than words”

- grabs one of his many stuffed animals and comes towards you with it

- “yah im gonna tickle you if you dont stop crying this instant”

- ends up tickling you anyways coz he wants to hear your furious giggles and laughs (🥹💔)

- cuddles you while rubbing your back

- “im gonna do this to you every time i catch you crying”

#jjunsolos #txt #txt ff #beomgyu #huening kai #kang taehyun #soobin #taehyun imagines #taehyun smau #yeonjun #txt social media au #txt taehyun #txt x reader #txt post #txt smau #txt fluff #tomorrow by together imagine #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu smau #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu social media au #hueningkai smau #hueningkai fluff #hueningkai imagines #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun smau

[hearts4youz]

The Captains Daughter: Chapter 13

A/N Happy thanksgiving weekend! hopefully yall got a break from work/school and are enjoying it. Make sure to take some time to rest and recharge your batteries!! I hope yall enjoy this chapter, i went through a lot while trying to spell 'Vegetable' lol.

Taglist: @abbiesxox @n30n-j3lly @weird-katthing @kayoyamamegame @kroowonderemporium @astro-ghoul99

Word count: 1.5k

Reader pov:

With a heavy heart and a broken pride, you trudge into the training room the next morning, Ghost's dissatisfaction still at the front of your brain. You don't look forward to whatever the Lieutenant has planned for today. Images of strenuous exercise and many reps flood your brain. Ghosts booming voice fills your ears as you are seemingly transported to the world of his training.

"Again," you picture him saying to you as you struggle to stand in your daydream.

"Again"

"Again"

You picture yourself going at it again and again, with no mercy from your masked superior.

"Again," he says in that deep, Manchester accent.

his command replays in your mind, you are focused less on picturing the training, and more on his voice.

His deep, sexy voice, you think to yourself

as soon as you process that thought your face turns crimson.

no,no,no, don't think of him like that. You remind yourself.

Thankfully, you are pulled out of your daydream by a voice.

"LT's sick, I don't think he's planning on training you today," the man said.

Ghost? Sick?

You contemplate this, ghost doesn't seem like the type who'd take a rest day, quite the opposite actually.

"Oh, okay, thank you sir," you respond, despite your misgivings about the situation.

You leave the training room in search of Gaz or Soap, surely one of the two would know of ghosts whereabouts. You walk around the base, soldiers mill about the space, you walk down each corridor, hoping to run into either of them. You check the time, it is noon. You decide to walk towards the mess hall, It is open to soldiers from 11-1 for lunch, anyone is allowed to cook for themselves as long as hygienic policies are followed.

Just like you figured, Gaz is in the kitchen, humming to himself as he stirred a pot of something.

"Smells good," you say to announce your presence.

Gaz startles, "Y/N! I wasn't expecting you, what are you up to?"

"Oh, well I was just planning on taking some soup to LT, I heard he caught something."

"Ghost is sick?" Gaz says, surprised.

You nod your head affirmatively.

Gaz takes a step back to collect himself, "jeez, the big guy hasn't taken a day off outside of our designated leave since... since i've known him."

"I figured he'd be like that."

"Well it's real nice of you to make him some soup, he won't show it but i'm sure he'll appreciate it." "Anyway, can I see that recipe your going to use?" Gaz asks.

"I was just planning on using a can, something from the pantry," You said sheepishly.

"CANNED!?" Gaz puts his hand on his heart, doubling over jokingly.

"Seriously kid, you can't just bring your crush canned soup, plus anything in that pantry is probably spoiled." he says, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

"Alright then, I can figure something out." You say, Ignoring the use of the word crush

Gaz leaves shortly after and you are alone in the kitchen, you quickly find yourself in your element as you chop vegetables and bring the broth to a boil. A delicious, homey scent fills the kitchen, masking the smells of the military. Many people pop their heads in to see where the smells are coming from, offering you kind smiles and compliments. You are taken back to your teenage years, coming home after a long day of school and practice. Your father wasn't home yet, either deployed or still at the base for the day. You enjoyed the alone time, you found cooking to be fun. Eating the end product was especially nice. You remembered how Price's face would light up with pride when he came home to see his daughter cooking. He was so happy that you were growing up to be a responsible young woman, and an exceptional cook.

The timer goes off and you are taken back to the present. You take the pot off of the heat and pour it into a container. You take a plastic spoon and place it on top. On the way to Ghost's quarters you feel a bit nervous. Ghost has been extra bitter the past few days, what if he treats you worse because he's sick?

Ghost pov:

I lay in my bed and stare up at the ceiling, I feel like hell and my nose is stuffed. My throat is raw as well. I would have gone to work today, I always do no matter how awful I feel. But I can't face Y/N. Especially now that I have these feelings for her that I have yet to figure out. This is bad, really bad. It's gone from more than a need to protect her as a mentor, but as a need to make her mine. A need to hug her, to protect her, to tell her that everything is going to be okay. I just want to take her out on a date, be a real gentleman, treat her like a princess. I need to let all of these men that eye her up in the gym to know that she's with me. I just need her to be mine.

A blush creeps up my face and I almost smile at the thought of her, but I am Ghost. I am the stone cold lieutenant that everyone is afraid of. I'm not the guy who has a girlfriend. I'm not the guy who shows his soft side to anyone.

Y/N is Captain Price's daughter, if the relationship is even allowed within the SAS, I'm sure he himself wouldn't allow it.

I roll over and sigh, the blissful feeling of one of my nostrils opening up comes to me, I breathe air without sniffling for a few moments.

Knock, knock

Who could be at the door? I think to myself

"Come in," I muster, my voice hoarse.

The door opens and Y/N steps inside.

I turn cold and unwelcoming, "Why are you here?"

"I-I I uh... heard y-you were sick... I made you soup," She holds up a container and a spoon.

My expression softens, who could be mean to her now?

"You made this... for me?" I say in disbelief.

"Yes, sir" she responds, the nervous tone still present in her voice.

"But I train you so hard... I work you until you can barely stand up, you should hate me," I say, my stoic shield faltering slightly.

"I know you don't mean to be so rude, and I don't hate you. Its been less than a month and i'm already a much better soldier than when I arrived. I appreciate how hard you push me," She says warmly.

I drink in her presence before I respond, she looks so pretty even in uniform. I can see how pure she is now, not an ounce of meanness in her body. The way she makes my day with just a container full of soup makes her seem so domestic, It almost makes me forget that she's a soldier like me

"Thank you Y/N, I mean it," I say sincerely as she hands me the container.

I take the top off of the container, I catch a whiff of the hot meal, chicken noodle soup. I bring a spoonful up to my lips, I savor the flavors as the liquid seems to be an instant cure for my sore throat.

"Holy shit, this is delicious."

"Thank you," she replies, as if she's used to compliments like that.

"Where did you learn your skills, I imagine your mother is as good of a cook as you are," I tell her.

Wait, shit

Isn't her mother... Price's Ex Wife?

"Wait, I'm sorry... I totally forgot," I try to explain myself.

"it's fine, I really don't remember, I was really young."

I still remember the day I found out about Price's love life. I was a mere recruit, but I knew when to keep my mouth shut. One of my fellow peers, who eventually washed out before the end of basic training, did not. Price was in the middle of a lecture, when his then teenage daughter, who I know know to be Y/N called him. I don't remember what for, but I remember the asshole recruit saying something along the lines of 'Can't your wife do that?' this earned him about 50 pushups while another officer told us the story while price took the phone call.

Y/N and I didn't talk while I devorered the soup, I wondered why she didn't leave, she sat on a chair next to my bed. I decided to break the awkward silence.

"Whats the captain like outside of the military?"

For the next half hour, Y/N and I share funny stories at Price's expense.

If this is what being with her would be like, maybe this crush isn't so bad...

#captain price #cod 141 #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #task force 141 #cod ghost #cod x reader #ghost call of duty #dad!price #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #ghost mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #soap mactavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #cod #john price #captain john price #x reader

[aalyssah]

I’m Not Sick

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Word Count: 609

Warnings: Fluff!

Summary: Wanda takes care of you when your sick.

A/N: Hope You Enjoy!

Wanda was out on a mission and you just woke up with a runny nose. You didn't think of anything so you got up to start your day. You showered and went downstairs to the kitchen.

You wanted to make breakfast for the avengers as a thank you for saving the world but, you didn't feel like you had the energy. So, you went back upstairs and sat on the bed and fell asleep.

Wanda just got off the quinjet and entered the Tower and made her way upstairs to say 'Hi' to her girlfriend. She opened the door and saw you still sleep. You don't usually sleep in this late. "Lyubov (Love) wake up I'm home" You mumbled "Hi baby" you said groggily as you woke up.

Wanda finally got a good look at you and saw how you were sweating even though you weren't under the blanket. You let out a nasty cough "I missed you" you said as you tried to hug her. "Uh-huh why are you sweating and coughing? Are you sick?" She said as she backed up "Babe, I'm not sick, I'm fine come cuddle." You made grabby hands.

"Hold on, I'll be back." Wanda then left to get a thermometer. She came back "Come here honey." She checked your temperature and was shocked when it said '100.4' She let out a gasp "Malysh!(baby!) you have a high fever!"

"I'm ok Babe I'm not sick I-" you were cut off "Y/n you're sick and I'm going to take care of you stop arguing with me." You knew she was right, so you stayed silent. "But what if you get sick?" you asked "Look I care for your health more than mine but, the good thing it's just a common cold." She grabbed her car keys in the dresser. "I'll be back."

30 minutes

It's been 30 minutes and Wanda comes through the door with a bag full of drinks, chicken noodle soup, your favorite candy and more. "Awe babe you didn't have too." you said as you sneezed. "Drink some water and I'll make you soup. It will help your throat."

When Wanda was done making the soup she carefully fed it to you "Babe I can eat myself" you assured her "No I'm taking care of you. Open up." She even washed you. She would take 'No' for an answer. She took care of you like you were her child. To say you might be into ddlg wasn't a lie. You were grateful to have such a caring girlfriend like her.

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You woke up to feeling normal. No headache, Your throat felt much better than before, Nose isn't runny or stuffed, you felt just fine. Good morning baby!" You said happily. Then Wanda woke up with a nasty cough. "Morning Moya Lyubov." (My Love)

"Oh no Wanda I told you, you would get sick." You said getting up to get the thermometer. " Lyubov.

"I'm not sick" You gave her a side glare. "Ok ok maybe I do feel a little bad." You checked her temperature and said "Yep common cold and now it's my turn to take care of you. I'll go make soup and get you water." Wanda couldn't help but let out a chuckle because you were acting like her.

You took care of her like she did you and y'all were both better. "Mylash let's not get sick ever again." She laughed. "Yeah what if we're both sick? Who would gonna take care of us?" You joked. "Nat"

Wanda said, "Then she will get sick." Yall kept joking and "Love you Wanda" "Love you too Y/n,"

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff angst #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximilf #wanda x fem!reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda smut #wanda fluff #wanda fanfic

[redswaberkez]

I want your corkscrew hcs!!! just rly anything. It can be fun stuff like his favorite soda or fave movies. Maybe some stuff specific to living in Russia that I'd have no idea was a thing otherwise if u got anything like that! I feel like all my hcs for him will be so lacking because I know so little about living there, but living in Sweden has rly upped my love for learning all the lil mundane differences in daily life from country to country

Okay small and specific shtop hcs leggoo

OUFFF my time has come i guess....finally expirience living in *there* would be useful lmao FIRST of all i wanna mention this one russian song in goin postal playlist

i think its a tribute in shtopors honor. bc like why else rws would put this ru song in there???

ANYWAY.

im not really good at explaining my feelings so im gonna throw a bunch of memes that has STRONG SHTOP VIBES. Memes are the ultimate association language right? im not apologising for klukva (stereotype memes) bc?? original dude is lit basic american trash so errything he knows abt russia is a bunch of stereotypes. makes sense ig

ok now here goes ru memes💥💥💥💥💥

(2nd pic: your pigs grunt violates the laws of the Ural (including shutting the rotten mug up, p.18) and i told my bois about it. I hope, your identity will be established. When crossing the border of Ekaterinburg you will kicked the fuck out with bicycle chains. This is Ural, not Moscow) (3rd pic: [i] hate the rednecks)

Ok NOW ONE SPECIFIC THING. once i mentioned that hes an airbone and here, when the national airbone day comes, its a common joke that the ones who served in it will jump into a fontains like PARATROOPERS WOOHOOOO. yea.

Tbh its really hard to tell where is the diff between your culture (i.e ur everyday life) and others when theres nothing to compare with. BUT. ill try

His concept of personal boundaries is really strange and fucked up compare to others bc here [russia] we r suspicious as hell (imo.) but also like a big family. but the cracked one. Or kinda sorta like that. BUT at the same time he is ready to help everyone who need it and he will not ask any questions. Also he would let live his friends in his small flat if they needed to. It would be really tricky tho. Also shtop is really REALLY LOUD. in every sense of the word

Shtopor knows how to survive in harsh conditions. How to make not-that-bad-edible food out of canned food. Just google navy-styled macaroni! (or Makarony po-flotski) yeass NAVY styled aaand hes the "army one". Out of all dudes at least shtop knows how to COOK. blini, macaroni, syrniki, okroshka, - all of it actually cheap, easy and real tasty. LOOK AT OKROSHKA I MEANNNN. cold soup of raw vegetables. ok.

Shtopor one of those dudes who is a coldfucker. He is actually low-temperatures-proof. (small preface) shtop is an eastern orthodox. AND ANOTHER ONE russkaya zabava. When the baptism of jesus comes we have a tradition to cut out the ICE HOLE in the river AND JUMP INTO IT 👍 or another similar thing when ur hot after the banya you fall into a snowdrift. (banya is like sauna or steam bath. u rarely go to the banya alone.) ((public banyas divides to male and female, commonly yall naked in there, now imagine shtops in public banya and his bi neuron activation haahahah)) (personay i dont really like public banyas cuz its PUBLIC)

Another notable mention i think shtop is actually dgaf what to whatch on tv but he likes to talk with it. That sofa commentators type of ppl u know em. After a really looong day he would mix vodka and beer, sat down in front of tv and gave his VERY IMPORTANT COMMENTS ON LITERALLY EVERY THEME IN THE WORLD in until he fell asleep.

Russian curse words is veeery various, it can contain a lot of definition for one word, but be different on vibes and occasions to use it. U can say an entire sentence without a single cultural word in it. And therefore shtop complains about the lack of swear words in english and often swears in Russian. "--da blyaaaaat' kak zhe zae- -- OH gimme this gun. you started speaking russian which means things are bad." ill brb later with more things but now im kinda tired rn so here u go.

#postal #corkscrew rules #pdhc

[pityslash]

IN THE WATER. chapter five

SHIP: bakugo x fem reader

A/N: sorry for the long wait! i hope it isn’t disappointing, i’m sure yall wanted a sweet happy ending sooo tw character death lol 💀💀

TAGLIST: @smashboxgirl26

　　V. WHEN THE LAST HOPE RUNS OUT

katsuki was in the kitchen putting a small portion of food away, dirty dishes in the sink. “the kids already ate..” he was quick to ask the usual questions, and you answered. “i ran into more revenants today. they’re wandering outside again.”

if you ignore it, maybe it will disappear.

“i know. that’s what i wanted to talk with you about—“ you suddenly took a sharp breath, loud enough to cut him off. it was like a gasp, so natural he almost could have ignored it.

"what was that?" he straightened up, leaning to grab your shoulder. you got cleaned up and dressed in clean(er) clothes when you got back, taking a bath, but he saw the blood.

then he noticed mahoro, peeking around the corner. she was always the one to tattletale or run and tell him things around the house, but now she was keeping her distance.

katsuki tugged at your leg and you turned away, afraid of what he would say. he felt an unpleasant coil in his stomach, and he stared, as if he had never seen you before. “what did you do?”

his tone said it all, and you wanted to cry. “fucking shit, why didn’t you say something? get up, you’re staying in the other room and— y/n?”

the light in your eyes goes out of focus, dimming the way the sun does as it sets, and it makes him realize death still loomed over. it isn’t bound to outer walls. katsuki yells your name and then everything goes black.

his heart pounding the entire way back, buildings turned into trees and the city disappeared. katsuki fell silent and only the sound of breathing could be heard, because that’s all he could do.

white blankets crunched under heavy boots and his legs burned, or maybe it was the cold, but it felt like he was being strangled by his own neck.

it was snowing outside. really, truly snowing.

ever since that day, it had been tense and uncomfortable. the long, treacherous journey north, just the two of you. it was hard, finding out you were infected and only had a certain amount of time. you and me, katsuki thought, how it started.

the air was freezing on your skin, not at all prepared for the weather, red and bruised. that one on your arm has gotten bigger..

flakes fall from the sky and you dare look out the window, you are so cold.

the sound of footsteps made your heart skip into your throat and close your eyes, squeezing a fist as tingles numb your fingertips. katsuki slammed the door behind him, kicking off his boots and the snow was already starting to melt on the beautiful wood flooring.

“there you are.”

you greet him softly, tired from just boiling water —katsuki told you to start melting snow while he was out. the amount you melted wasn’t enough, he sighed. katsuki had been gone for hours, probably, you couldn’t keep a train of thought anymore.

he takes off his damp gloves and tossed them on a table, before shrugging off his jacket and hanging it up. “i didn’t have much luck with the houses around here either. i have to get more wood, we won’t last the week.”

katsuki starts to tell you about plans for tomorrow. he grabs a small blanket from the closet and drapes it over your shoulders.

“i’ll make you something in a minute.” and true to his word, it wasn’t long before you hold a bowl of soup; mouth watering. your stomach has been hurting more recently, sometimes katsuki would throw a tantrum. it was hard to find food— harder for you to keep it down.

the sound of a single gunshot made all three of you flinch, katsuki pushed katsuma and mahoro behind him out of instinct. you couldn’t look into the eyes of your attacker, too afraid. “just hand them over.”

he’d been looking for these children for months, and word gets around when there were eyes everywhere. dead or alive. “.. i’m impressed they’ve survived this long.”

so much blood was shed that day, too many had fallen and it was all your fault. this world changes people, better or for worse, all that mattered was who was the meanest.

“izuku, we trusted you!” you screamed, looking up to meet green eyes, dull and void of pity. he opened his mouth but you couldn’t hear a word. katsuki glanced at you confused.

“is this a joke?” and then you instantly recognized the young man, shoto. “izuku midoriya is gone.”

shoto was full of grief, remembering the petty tears and begging from his best friend before a bullet silenced him. they were supposed to end this together, if only some bastard wasn’t trigger-happy.

“what?” you blink once, blink twice, and izuku disappears. maybe his luck did run out after all, you wanted to throw up. a woman stepped forward, short in height and she had red hair. one of the others called out her name; kiruka.

katsuma grabs your hand, and you couldn’t look down. “i’ll go with you! i’ll go, just don’t hurt my friends.”

“katsuki.. have the kids eaten already?”

it’s been weeks, months. why is that even a question? katsuki bit his inner cheek before starting to eat.

“i don’t know.” he said with a sigh of resignation and leaned back against the chair. windows were broken and he didn't get much sleep that night.

the next few weeks were excruciatingly long, and he is almost thankful for it. the silence never bothered him before. time flies sometimes, and other times it doesn’t. the sound of his newfound family was replaced with passing groans outside the door.

everything was dwindling down, all the food and the supplies and the energy. when he looked at you and saw how you either slept all day or not at all, it held him back, and he hated the feeling.

maybe it was a thursday when he noticed just how tired you were, you had barely spoken in the past five hours. katsuki’s knees were scraped by the broken glass and threads were torn more than designed; his stomach hurt, too.

“y/n,” he struggled to keep you upright. your lips were dry and you looked so ill. “it’s almost dark.” you were so distracted that you didn’t notice when katsuki moved closer; his body radiated heat while yours didn’t.

maybe this was the plan for your character this entire time —pain, loss, small burns from his touch. maybe the gods were having sympathy.

katsuki reached for a bottle, unscrewing the lid and eyeing the clean water since it had finally cooled from boil that morning. he winced to himself when he realized that was it, and for a split second he had to think about giving this water to you.

he felt like a monster waiting for your end.

“you’ll need to keep the fire going, i’m getting a few hours in.” katsuki told you, tossing shavings of wood into the small flame.

it was a hard morning with no sleep. the mental ticks of minutes turned into hours but he never stopped, and pride filled his chest and made his hands shake when you praised the smoke.

he watched you move and stretch out your legs, having been cross-cross for an hour, to reach for the small rabbit he hunted.

the flames were burning bright, they were like your souls and hearts but some day, they would become ash. “okay, get some rest.” katsuki waited a second in case you had something else to say, before he turned around and pulled up the sleeping bag.

“it’s okay,” your voice cracks in a way that makes his heart clench.

a wave of relief washes over you, like the world had come to a brief stop to catch a breath itself. katsuki held you the entire night, even when he could feel your restlessness and heavy breathing. “i’m not going anywhere, y/n.”

nothing could have prepared him for when you finally succumbed to this infection. you leaned closer and katsuki accepted the kiss, his hand slid around the back of your neck. “thank you.”

the light was fading from existence and it felt empty. the entirety of this home felt empty. alone. his cheek pressed into the side of your head and you felt his heartbeat.. soft and steady.

but you left katsuki with a lingering echo of emotions. terror, trust, love. the late night talks and reassuring smiles and this stupid romance story, it was all for nothing.

hands quiver and his eyes were glassy, fresh tears gathered to match your own. something broke— deep inside of him. katsuki bakugo could scream and cry until the sun comes out, but no one was around to hear.

your skin was stained black by morning.

we vow our lives and blood, but this is not our home.

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #apocalypse au #bnha x reader #mha x you #mha x reader #bakugo x reader #my writing

[gremlin-writes-angst]

u were looking for prompts soooo… cove step 3 with a sick reader 🤲

In this cove is mc boyfriend.

First sick fic I've written.

Like most my stuff not proofread or beta read so let me know if yall see any errors

Hope yall like it

Staying in bed was your mom's prescription for your flu. It wasn't a hard task to follow, as your body did not feel up to do more. Your small trash can was full of used kleenex. Your bedside table had a little empty medicine cup along with a Gatorade bottle and a water bottle.

You were miserable. Laying there , your brain felt slow. You hated being sick, and who gets sick in the summer.

Your self loathing is cut off but a quick series of knocks.

You brain rushes as you realize the window is unlocked and in second Cove would be coming out or well in through your window

You try to be quick, but the flu slows you down. Before you know it he's in your room.

You stumble out of bed and try to push him away

" what- "

Confused by your slightly aggressive approach, Cove questions you. Yet he doesn't retreat as you basically fall on him.

" you can't be here Cove"

Your voice sounding strange and naselly because of the congestion in your nose

"Why?"

A blunt response. It sort of warmed your heart to hear Cove be Cove.

"I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick."

Cove helps you back to your bed.

" I don't mind, if I get to spend time with you"

You become visible upset

" I care though."

Coves face distorts , his classic scowl. He was clearly some form of sad, probably disappointed. But either way he just nodded and began to leave

" ok"

And he was gone.

Though you were the one so adamant about him not being here, but him listening to you wasn't something you weren't prepared for. It was a little hurtful. Which made you feel bad, it wasn't his fault. And yet it still hurts.

And yet with the flu it was still easy to fall asleep. It was like the only thing you could do.

You wake up groggy, a knock coming from your door. It was the same pattern as the one that comes to your window almost every day. Cove. It felt deja vu.

You gave an answer, a small quiet grunt , but Cove heard it. He entered , you sat up in your bed , and with blurry vision you looked at Cove. And all you saw was a greenish blue color…. But It wasn't his hair. After blinking a little you're able to see a blue mask Covering his face.

"Can I- I'm protected so it should be fine?"

He was cations but as soon as you gave him the go ahead. His excitement fills his expression, even if all you could see was his eyes and those squiggles he had for eyebrows.

Yet excited he was careful

" I brought soup- from the store. I mean it's still warm. I promise I could ev-"

" it's okay Cove"

His body calms down a significant amount. He started to get himself comfortable. Not wanting to cross a boundary, he sits on your rolling office chair. He sets down the store bags he had on the floor, except for the bag that is only holding a container of soup. He set the container on your desk before he looks around, then at you

" I - I don't have a bowl… or a spoon."

His face says sorry to him. No words needed. Before you could offer a solution he jumps up and begins rushing out of your room, shakingly explaining himself

"No. I've got this ill- don't worry. Stay there."

And then he's gone,but this time you just smile at his antics.

You listen closely as you hear your mom's laugh at Cove , rushing around the kitchen, you hear drawers being harshly opened and closed.

Eventually you hear footsteps running up the stairs but before he enters your room again there's a pause. When he enters he's 'calm'

" got it"

You hide your little chuckle, understand this is how he wants you to see him while you're sick. He wants to be the calm, helpful boyfriend.

He sets up the soup, even making sure it is not too hot or cold for you. When it is ready he slowly cares it over to you, he literally looks like he's walking on a tightrope with how stead he moves.

" thanks Cove"

" yeah it's no problem"

Then he sat back on the office chair. He doesn't seem to know what to do next as you take a couple sips of your soup, which you now realize is your favorite. Cove takes a couple looks around your room, as if trying to find something unfamiliar. When he doesn't find anything on the walls or shelves , he looks to the ground. He makes a ' ohhh yeah' face when he sees the bags he brought. Once again he's excited to share.

" I got some other thing"

He starts pulling out a colorful box of fruit snacks

" I got these- not for now, it's not really good to have sweets when you're sick but- well if you really want it- it can't hurt that much. But I actually bought it because I saw it and remembered how much you loved them."

He put them to the side before moving on to the next thing

" I got Gatorade and uhm some water but- well I see you have some already. But this is a different flavor. I mean I have that one too- I got a couple flavors, and don't worry if you don't want or finish them i'll take them. They're good for exercise too."

"I'll take one right now"

Cove's eyes brighten up knowing he did something right. You set down your soup and he hands you the bottle.

He grabs the last thing, he himself seems a little confused by the item before he flips it around to see the front

" oh, this is like a little puzzle game, it was in that check out area and I grabbed it."

He tore the wrap off and moved to your bed, kneeling as he started to show you how it worked

" I thought it was a good time consumer. I know you could use your phone or something but i mean, when i'm sick I get headaches looking at a screen so I figured"

He motioned the item

" here , give it a try"

You take the item and begin exploring how the pieces work. Then you start trying to solve it. Cove watches over you, he makes noises almost every move you make, you can tell when he agrees and when he disagrees with a pieces place. After five minutes you can tell he's itching to do more than watch.

" Cove"

He looks at you confused why you stopped

" would you, join me"

You scout over in your bed, he clearly wants to jump at the opportunity but he stops himself

" Are you sure?"

You smile

" I think cuddles are exactly what I need"

Cove has no problem listening as he climbs into your bed. You weren't lying when you said you wanted to cuddle but you had other motives, this angle made it easier for Cove to play with the puzzle himself. You hand it to him , and begin to snuggle into his chest

" I'm starting to get a bit tired. Could I just.."

"Of course!"

You smiled at his excitement. As your eyes droop. You quietly say one last thing.

" If it's uncomfortable, you don't have to wear the mask, we're already cuddling. I'm not sure it'll do much at this point."

You figured the mask would bother Cove's sensory issues a bit and honestly you knew that even if he got a little sick he wouldn't hold you accountable.

Cove didn't say anything, but you could feel the relief in his chest as he shifted and removed the mask. Once settled again, he slowly left a lingering kiss on your temple.

#fanfic #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life cove #cove holden #olba cove #olba mc #cove x reader #cove x mc #sickfic #comfort #fluff

[moonjxsung]

Adding onto my last ask with my top 5 albums of ALL TIME….. in this order under great duress, but realistically they’re all fucking phenomenal:

1. Junk- M83

Ohhhhh my fucking god. I could talk about this album for YEARS. The instrumentals. The mix between upbeat/melancholy, the way it tells a story the whole way through. Guys I listened to this album on a loop all of winter and it’s officially my most listened to album of all time. Absolutely fucking phenomenal. Favs on here are probably “Bibi the Dog” and “Solitude” but it’s truly no-skip. This album makes me ascend. I would’ve killed to watch their Coachella set in 2016

2. How to Be a Human Being- Glass Animals

This albums feels like being transported back to the early 90s- it sounds like vibrant colors and textures and it’s just some of the most unique sounds I’ve ever heard. Beautiful lyricism from Glass Animals always. They were my most listened to artist in high school and seeing them get so big is like !!! ummm deserved !!! Favs on here are “Life Itself” and “Mama’s Gun”

3. Zaba- Glass Animals

By far the sexiest album I’ve ever heard. Sexy instrumentals, sexy lyrics. I need to eat someone out to this album do you understand !!!! This was my most listened to album in freshman year of high school and I used to listen to it on the way to competitions and fantasize about this one percussion instructor I was obsessed with who drove a really fancy Porsche. This album still sounds like him to me. Favs are “Hazey”, “Gooey” and “Wyrd”

4. Who Really Cares- TV Girl

Bisexual anthem clap if you’re surprised! No but this album feels like adjusting to your sexuality again at the tender age of half-fifty after one decade of antidepressants and selling your identity off to intrusive thoughts (meee :3) it makes me cry, it makes me laugh, it’s inspiring. I listen to this album and I’m like hmmm I hope everybody finds their own form of love in this universe and I hope they feel it so wholly and deeply that even the pain is subsided by the comfort in knowing that the human experience is a thing!!!! Favs are “Not Allowed” (fic which we do not speak of🫶), “For You”, and “Cigarettes out the Window”. My ex was a chain smoker so I hear a little bit of him in that one. Fuck you dude ❣️

5. DSVII- M83

Albums don’t need words to be fucking extraordinary. This one is that album for me. It transports me to a whole new world, the synth and the instrumentals are truly remarkable. It makes me feel like a child again and it reminds me of skipping school for a week straight when I had pneumonia and watching trippy 90s cartoons straight out of a fever dream over a bowl of soup. It’s like if “The Neverending Story” had a fully instrumental album to go with it. I hear Falkor in this entire album. Favs are “Feelings” and “Temple of Sorrow”

You’ll probably catch a few of these in fic playlists in the future, but highly recommend every single song on every single one of these albums. They remind me why I’m so into music in the first place. I can share my top 5 kpop albums if yall are interested tooooo 🫶👼 I love these questions so much thank u for this cloud anon ily

#☁️ anon #ask

[blogofloathing]

Parts 1 of 1, Gillian B And The Unruly Interviewee

After a less than polished bus ride we arrived to the equally less than polished slums of Porkham,

I'd say it looked better in my day, except I wouldn't know, I grew up in a more respectable area.

Adjusting my trusty driving cap, spiffy bow tie, and affirming these good looks with my crew.

we set off, according to my media guy fishing is popular this time of year, so why not cash in?

Being careful to avoid nails and trash (human or otherwise) on our meandering way to the bridge,

wherein todays interviewee was apparently living.

In my opinion he should just get a job and maybe contribute to society? But that's not "kind" or "empathetic" according to my trusty cameramen.

Stepping into the clearing we see exactly what I had feared, I was hoping we had bad intel.

Yet lo and behold, a stubble ridden homeless sat adjacent to us, probably high out of his mind.

"Mm.. oh! Hey! Yall are here for the interview?" He shouted over to us, well, to say he raised his voice would be a lie, but that was certainly the intent.

Our cameras focused shakily on the dirty hobo we have unfortunately decided to question today.

My mic man stood just a bit too close, so that every word spoken slightly blasted the audio.

I'm sure someone can make it sound good later,

"we are go in 3, 2.." holding up one finger for the last call, before miming an inaudible "go".

And giving our cameras the signal to proceed, they ask him the first of many questions.

"Mm'well when you're fishing in sketchy spots ya gotta specialize" he mumbled, gesturing to the tackle box, though it's more of a tackle lunch box

The camera zooms in as he pulls out a wriggling gummy worm, sugar dusting its exterior.

Christ how on earth is that thing moving, "mm them gummy worms grow near rivers"

"Makes em self supplyin" he walks us through, as our whole team takes a step or two back.

"Mm I think somea them barbecue fellas put somethin in the water over there.."

Glancing over to the stream, which looked more like a pot of soup full of garbage than a river.

Maybe interviewing this gross hobo was a mistake. Certainly I'll be taking a bath after this,

But for the sake of journalism, we let him go on

"Makes so they're good for catchin them colorful fishies, f'miliar sight for em" indeed the worm was bedazzled in a rainbow of striped colors

Enough to make my head hurt just looking at it.

Though none of my crew has ever heard of any kinda rainbow fish, probably some new drug the homeless are taking, and we wonder why the city is trying to stamp out these kinds of people!

"Mm'infact I got onea them on my line right now,"

our cameraman panning quickly over to the hobos fishing pole, propped up against some rocks.

The line was limp for the time being, that is to say if it would ever actually be pulled by something other than garbage, (excluding the man himself.)

Christ thank god we're not live right now, we can have whatever-his-name-is edit that out later

"Mm, oh! An' here's some more from my stash" he pipes up with subdued surprise, a fuzzy worm covered in spines was crawling up his arm, "they're s'posed to be poisonous but I f'gure you let em do what they do, they go fine"

"These are good for catchin them walkin fishies, mm'paralyzes their muscles," he explained, flexing his fingers loosely before constricting them tightly

Then sighing with a noticeably disappointed tone, "people are way too hesitant 'bout fish legs, I tell em they're just like frog legs, but I guess they don't much like those neither.."

Personally I can't see a world where I or anyone on my team eats that, but of course let's remember they're not like you and me.

"ahh here's one'a my favorites," he grunts, pulling out a large bag full of sickly bright red worms.

"Onea them groups of chemical guys dyed some kids hair in the river and plumb contaminated this whole bag," shaking them in our face

And sure enough there could be faint spots of pink vaguely seen under the thick scarlet glaze.

"Mm'but whatever's in em makes the fishies go all crazy," he explains, shaking his hands wildly in the air to demonstrate this apparent frenzy.

"They dye your tongue red for a good while when ya eat em though, mm'sooo if that ain't your style I can't sell ya on em" placing it back down where it immediately stained the ground scarlet.

I'm forced at this point to give my team a glare of disapproval, some of them seeming far too genuinely interested in what this hobo had to say.

They look sheepish for a moment at my face, but then continue looking past me at him.

Really I don't see what use there is in listening to stuff like this, I'm only here for content.

"Mm'I don't know how I hook thesen's but I do an' they fetch pretty good" he mumbles tacitly.

Holding up what appeared to be a pile of loose integers in vaguely the shape of a squiggly line.

Wriggling and moving in a way that didn't account for any sort of connections or reason.

My whole team taken aback at once says "what on earth??" quietly in united confusion. Before then looking at each other in mirrored disbelief.

despite having no possible way to crawl the way it does, making a gentle journey along his arm.

Coming to a rest at his shoulder where he picks it up, somehow, "mm'I expect this's due to runoff from the math guys dumpin their old equations in the water" expecting us to understand any of that.

"But them educated fishies really love em, maybe they're tryna solve em or somethin" he says with a reverent little chuckle, though it's more of a cough.

The unsightly man continues excitedly showing us various worms, giving exaggerated and showy gestures for each presentation.

As if his hands are the actual ones being asked.

"Don't even get me started on them spider worms! Haha, mm'just kiddin, please do"

I'm positively sick with boredom but I have been forced by my team not to leave.

Until thankfully, salvation arrives at last when he appears to reach the end of his last show & tell.

Putting various worms(?) Back into containers, and a quick check to the continuously light line.

"Well thank yall kindly for- Vic! Vic get on over here I'm gonna be on the television!" He shouted suddenly, eyeing an unseen figure behind us.

My heart sank sickeningly, he was right about to bid us a good day, we were so damn close! And..

A possibly even dustier hobo, girl? Waltzes over to us, Jesus Christ it just keeps getting worse.

"Yo! Walt! You're famous eh? Gettin the big bucks?" the two laugh heartily, "see I told ya you're fishin would take off you old sot" she teased loudly.

They chit chat for a beat, with me continuing to shuffle backwards, much to my crews chagrin.

I'm silently begging my cameras to let me leave with my wallet intact before it catches sight of me

The urgent tugs at my boom operators sleeve going unnoticed save for a bemused look.

"Hey! Wanna ask me some stuff! Give me some free stuff?" She bursts into my world unwelcome.

Seemingly moved on from the dirty man, onto me.

For a moment I try to pretend as if not having noticed her, but fate did not hold the cards for me.

"Cmonnnn I know you're one of them big shots you got cash" her bushy eyebrows turned at an almost impossible angle, no wonder she looked mannish.

Signing didn't seem to work, as expected with the uneducated, but even my perfectly clear refusal to answer was left disregarded by this girl.

"Psh, figures you uppercrusts think you're too good to talk to me" she sneered derisively.

I tentatively waved to one of my crewman, whom seemed wholly preoccupied with the fisherman,

The shows over! What is there to talk about? My pleas yielded no results, I was fully on my own.

"What's with ya? You talk?" Her intense eyes bore holes into my own, attempting to take a look behind them in a quite uninvited intrusion.

Ugh these types are always so pushy, I swear I don't know why I agreed to do this.

As she pressed her face more closely to mine I could feel her gross, warm breath

Like the smog of a smokestack, clinging to my skin and hair in a sickeningly sticky way

"Hellooooo is anybody home Mr Rich?" Her words poked, knocking the glass of a terrarium to make me dance, managing only to startle me further

My discomfort is reaching its peak and I'm nearly made to give the emergency sign to my crew,

When the hobo girl reaches her hand out to touch me again, my skin prickling in irid anticipation.

And Inexplicable even to myself, a tear sparkled dully in my eyes, which were presently pressed together, as if I'd disappear if I couldn't see her.

This would surely be the end of my career, she would know.. I could feel everyone's eyes on me

And indeed the look on her face told me the gears were turning, some remnant of social awareness ticked around echoey in her hollow dome.

Gillian Barlows A Sissy surely what the headline would read, they'd be right, and that would be it.

These newspaper ghosts flapped hauntingly in my head like a flock of my worst anxieties.

Of circling vultures primed to take a strike at me any moment, the wilting journey of my egos end.

Before my cameraman, who must have finally noticed my situation, stepped between us.

Reforming the barrier I had been trying to keep hold of, that this girl had ripped it up.

"I'm sorry ma'am but you're gonna have to step back" a stern but not unkind order, his voice soothingly final, as if he was just stating the facts.

Equally putting to rest my growing discontent, "eh? Awww cmon you interviewed Wal-" she started, wildly gesturing In the other hobos direction.

"Ma'am we have a very concise schedule, and please refrain from touching our host." He retorted firmly, the rest of my crew standing nearby as well.

His hand nested on my shoulder as he said it

The lot of them were towers of men, acting as body guard and camera crew in unison

Pillars of my kingdom who kept the gates guarded

Standing (in no uncertain terms) a harsh contrast to my otherwise quite stubby figure.

We shared a quick look, his half smirk telling me don't worry, I've got you, as he continued the contentious chat with this random girl.

"Well- ugh fine! Take your chintzy camera cats somewhere else!" She expleted, giving our cameras a rude hand gesture before storming off.

"I'm too good for your lil TV shit anyway, hacks!"

Kicking a can into the lake that had been in her way, though I didn't hear the sound it made.

My ears were still plugged shut by the awful dripping fear that enveloped me at the ordeal,

I couldn't let someone see me like that, least of all someone like her, this was a mistake.

Breathing growing heavier, and knees weaker, the weight of this pressure primed to knock me over.

This is stupid, getting so worked up over someone like her, but despite all principles, the gnawing feeling in my gut was unwilling to accept reality.

I felt floaty and tingly, like I was on the brink of a faint, of losing my balance completely and falling..

Right into the strong arms of my cameraman, who had already set the camera down a ways away.

"Were you still rolling? Did you get it?" I whispered in a strained voice, almost inaudibly.

He shushed me, carrying me over to the rest of my crew, setting me down easy next to them.

I felt so comfortable being held by him, like he always knew exactly where he was going.

"Hey boss! We's were talking to the fisherman, and he gave us some fish on the house!"

My mic operator excitedly informed me, holding up a shockingly good looking salmon.

The man had been teaching us how to identify a real good salmon and well, there it is

Its tail fins were pronounced without being floppy, and the scales shone like glass or crystal.

My expression evidently spoke volumes how did he catch that "guess he had some right ideas"

Smirked my mic man, inviting an exaggerated eye roll from me, though I couldn't help but agree.

"Anywho! Let's get a move on Gill!" he sprang matter o factly, also springing me onto my feet.

"here G" my other cameraman said, his chill demeanor contrasting so that it made me giggle.

Waving to the whole crew, who all took me up into their arms in turn, lifting me almost effortlessly.

Linking together to create a proper seat for me to rest in, even if I did feel a little silly.

A mobile throne of sorts, to lead the charge.

"What say we all go for drinks?" My mic man suggested, looking around at the rest of us.

Who all nodded in approval "then let us go!" My cameraman said resolutely,

I signed a clumsy "but what about the interview?"

"we can edit the footage later" he spoke directly to me "let's go have some fun"

These affirmations, bringing back to life a smile, informing my unending confidence around them.

I didn't say anything, but I pointed forward in a mock gesture of commencement.

Each member of my crew pointing in turn, as I lead the group, captain at the helm.

Maybe they were right, I could use a bit of a wind down more often to cool the nerves.

As long as it means more time spent with these idiots, I could see.. some time off.

"To TV! To Drinks! To Gillian!!" The whole gaggle chanted, yelling my name with especial vigor.

#original character #original writing #shadows over loathing #west of loathing #sol #wol #writing #oc character #writers on tumblr #creative writing #writers and poets #writeblr #writblr #female writers #writer #black and white #writerscommunity #writer things #writerblr

[honey-boyyoongi]

Pairing ➪ Reader x Yoongi| Part 47//??

Word count ➪ 847

Warnings ➪ it’s not beta-ed; any mistakes are mine; mentions of possible past child neglect; mentions of possible child abuse; mentions of anxiety; mentions of possible mental health issues; mentions of possible manipulation; if it doesn’t make sense im sorry:); if your named is crossed out its because I couldn’t tag you;

Summary ➪ Min Yoongi, is a simple man. He likes his coffee black and iced, he enjoys his job, and he loves his baby girl. But what happens when the new neighbor, quite literally, drops into his life?

A/n: heyyyyy besties~~~ :)))))))))) yall have been waiting for this!! As always feedback is appreciated and if you want to be added to the tag list please let me know 💕

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Minji was riddled with anxiety. She decided to leave a day early, wanting some time to herself to think. In the past weeks she’s learned every little thing about the child. Mrs. Min sent pictures of the child from a year old forward. She wanted to ask for pictures of her as an infant, but felt like she was overstepping.

A lot in the city was different; the little restaurant her and Yoongi frequented was now being run by the owners daughter, her favorite bookstore was now a cosmetics shop, the shady apartment building she used to live in with Mina was now repainted and renovated. Just as things changed some stayed the same; the uncle that sold ice cream at the park is still going strong; her favorite market still sells the brown sugar pancakes she loves, and her parents house still looks exactly the same way it did when she left it 8 years ago. The door is still that ugly shade of brown she’s detested since childhood, and the peach tree her brother had begged for as children is still left neglected. It’s all horribly nostalgic.

The fights, the anxiety, the grief; it was all coming back. She would never dare say it out loud, but she heavily resented her parents, almost bordering on hate. The lack of attention stopped bothering her in her teenage years, she had Jisung, and Minji was content with that. She had adapted to keeping herself hidden, always going with the status quo her parents had enforced. The less attention she received, the less she had to interact with her parents. Jisung always took the brunt of it all; he had expectations that burdened him from birth. Minji still remembers the last time she saw her brother, he was less tense, almost at peace. She likes to remember him that way; happy, sitting under his peach tree.

Minji tries to distract herself, she goes into town to get necessities. Mrs. Min had invited her to stay at her home, ‘You’re going to need all the help you can get once you get Haneul’, she had said. Minji, while appreciative, refused. She had booked a hotel, needing a neutral space to keep herself grounded. Bora had kept insisting, but she never budged.

Minji was walking the isles when she sees, what she at first assumes, a mother and daughter playfully bickering. Minji wondered, what if? What if she had stayed? Would her and the child be that loving? Would she love that child like this mother loved her daughter? Drowned in her thoughts she can faintly hear them.

“Are you sure you want that soup for dinner,” the mother asked.

“Yes,” the toddler exclaimed.

“I thought you didn’t like that one honey.”

“Bu-bu- you and-and papa like it. I have chicken, so is okay,” the child mumbled. Minji faintly smiled under her mask, amused at the toddler’s logic. It was a sweet moment she hoped to have one day.

She passes by them, listening to the toddler who’s eagerly trying to show her mother which vegetables are the absolute best for their meal. Minji is still fighting with herself when she sees him. Yoongi still looks as handsome as ever; his hair had grown out even longer, he had subtle smile lines decorating the sides of his mouth, very subtle silver hair at the very front of his part. His eyes seemed exhausted, his fingers showed mild signs of his awful picking habit, but underneath all of that she still saw the same 24 year old Yoongi that had showed up to her and Mina’s place. He wasn’t wearing the ripped jeans she associated with him, now he was dressed in a full suit and tie, everything looking expensive down to the cuff links, his attention stolen by the toddler exclaiming out, “Papa! Look!” Yoongi turns towards the child, completely smitten.

The child motions him forward, showing off the vegetables she had chosen, “Look, Bee said I pick. Papa do you like?”

Yoongi nods approvingly, “You did such a good job Hani.”

Minji quickly left. She walked, and walked, and walked. Until she couldn’t anymore. She doesn’t remember getting back to her hotel, or getting into bed. She tries to avoid remembering her dreams. They ring mockingly in her ears, ‘The child is happy, without you. The love of your life is happy, without you. This person is better than you. Your child loves her. The love of your life loves her. She stole your child. She stole the love of your life.’

On her way to the elder Mins’ home, she wondered if she could get what she lost back. Maybe she and Yoongi could try again, for the sake of their child of course. Maybe she could move back to this city, stay with the Mins until they found a home to raise their daughter. The ideas progressively started to sound like Mrs. -, no, like mom guiding her along. Mother Min would help her get her happiness back, and she was ready to claim what was rightfully hers.

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[lgbtiba]

LONG RANT/VENT ABOUT TWITTER DRAMA BELOW:

So today i made the mistake of going on Twitter and saw that gringos were throwing hissy fits because of brazilians making memes and jokes like "Today luch is duck soup" or going to Quack's house to hit pans in front of his doorstep, calling it ""hate"" and """""death threats"""". Very interesting how when a gringo account tweets "brazilian jumpscare" to a picture of a monkey i don't hear a WORD about it from non brazilians. Very interesting indeed.

Apart from the blatant xenophobia and racism diguised as white knighting for the CC's, it is very much a cultural/community diference i don't see the ones whining lifting a finger to try to understand.

I only realized how bad yall's fandom parasocialism is when i started frequenting gringo spaces especially on mcyt, it's not everyone of course or even really a majority but it's like you guys treat streamers like celebrities or something. When i was watching Cellbit's RPG Twitter was only "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM" "CELLBIT YOU MOTEHRFUCKER BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN TONIGHT" and now Pato no Tucupi (brazilian dish with duck as the main ingredient) is cosidered a heavy death threat because Quackity is a duck irl apparently?

It just saddens me how a project that aims to unite communities has such a rotten side of the community, i can only hope going forward QSMP can help with making this type of prejudice less common, idk.

Simplesmente o mimimi de gringo burro 🍷🗿

#I'm going to tag everything so people with discourse filtered don't see this but i do think it's important to bring this stuff to light #Qsmp #discourse #fandom drama #twitter drama #Tw racism #tw xenophobia #Second post ever and it's drama. Joy #Drama #Fandom discourse

[kristiewritings]

OKOKOK BUT IMAGINE ALBEDO FEEDING U SOMETHING THEN PROCEEDING TO F-YOU?? LIKE SOME DRUG HORNY POTION AHHH IM DYING

hmmm....i like it.

𖥸⥅ tw: aphrodisiacs. fem reader.

𖥸⥅word count: 438 (pretty short, sorryy)

𖥸⥅ a/n: IM BACK YALL!! also i decided i'll like,, switch up the colors of the cut lines like, it'll be darker if the fic contains smut/dark content and vice versa. missed writing on here, hope you and the anon that submitted this like it <3.

his hands brushed over yours as he handed you a bowl of his warm soup, while flashing you a small smile (smirk). he positioned himself down in front of you, the chair producing a squeak-like noise.

"have some of this, it's a new soup recipe i made." he utters in a sort of 'hurry, eat it' type of way. "okay, okay." you let out a little chuckle as you held your spoon.

you two ate in silence — basking in the warm presence of each other. however, there was something.. off today. he looked at you way more often, not that you minded, of course. but the way he looked at you expectantly, made you wonder; 'does he want to ask if i like it?'

"bedo, the food tastes great," you mumbled out. he was brought out of his trance, and hurriedly replies. "hm? oh. i'm glad you like it," he responds with a small smile.

you two proceed to finish your food as the night continues.

some time at midnight, you feel this weird, needy, tingly sensation course through your body like electricity. albedo cocks his head in your direction, sensing your discomfort. his gaze on you never fails to send your heart pounding.

his footsteps near your sat figure, heart racing. his hands cling to your torso, his head next to your ear. you grind against his hand, a desperate whine escaping your lips. "now now, settle down. before we proceed, i'd like to ask you. do you really want to do this?"

his tone was seductive and deep, almost like he wanted you to say yes. you nodded eagerly, but ended up with your face held and squeezed between his fingers. "i want a clear answer." his eyes stare into yours, darkly waiting for your response.

as soon as you gave your answer, albedo gave in. his hand moved your leg up ,massaging your inner thigh slowly. the other focused on rubbing your clit, his tongue licked lines along your folds. he did it all so suddenly, you had no time to react. the stimulation was too much.

you came all over his face, your breathing loud and heavy. albedo seemed to ignore it, and instead sped up his ministrations. he kept going, until you two reached the middle of the night.

his gaze lingered on your passed out figure, smiling softly at you. he took off his coat, wrapped you in it, and pulled out a small blanket from a drawer. three words he never thought he'd be able to say come out of his mouth every time he's around you.

"i love you."

finally finished wooo!! ty to @kuraiangeliusm for helping me write this. masterlist.

#albedoxreader #albedo kreideprinz #albedo #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #albedo x reader #fem reader #albedo x fem!reader #genshin x female reader

[smallchaoscryptid]

What Would You Trade the Pain For

otherwise known as I stopped writing DSMP fanfiction about a year ago and still had a beloved dbh inspired au plotted out and saw other people posting their fics they wont ever finish as little tumblr posts so i decided to do it too. i hope yall enjoy word count: 825 words tw for character death

Tommy and Wilbur are Phil's kids.

Wilbur dies and Phil creates robots out of grief after Wilbur's death.

Tommy leaves home after Phil starts to create the robots and pretty much never interacts with Phil.

A few years pass and Tommy become friends with Ranboo and Tubbo

For his birthday Ranboo and Tubbo get Tommy a gift.

Tommy groaned at the banging on his front door. He had wanted to spend his birthday sleeping in and lounging around the house but clearly the world had other plans. Tommy rolled himself and started to make his way to the front door of his apartment. With a groan Tommy swung open his front door. “Morning, Bossman.” Tubbo chimed as soon as the door was open. “Happy birthday, Tommy.” Ranboo whispered, holding out a white cake with ‘Happy Birthday’ written on in in red icing.  “You both are lucky that I enjoy your baking Ranboo.” Tommy replied, moving out of the doorway to let the other two enter the apartment.  “You don’t mean that.” Tubbo replied, as he tugged in a large box that Tommy had not noticed before. “What the fuck is that?” Tommy asked guesturing to the box. “A gift. Have you never gotten a gift, bossman?” Tubbo  asked, as he set the large box next to Tommy’s couch as if it was an end table. “Of couse, I’ve gotten a gift before.” Tommy replied crossing his arms. While it was true that he had gotten a gift before but it had been years since then. Tommy hadn’t gotten a gift from someone else in a few years now. The last gift he had gotten was the birthday before his brother died and not too long after the birthday that his brother died Tommy had left home for the last time. 

Tommy opens the gift and it is a W1lbur unit and Tommy pretends to be thankful for the gift but is actually upset about seeing his dead brothers face on a robot that his dad made.

A week passes

Tubbo returns to Tommy's apartment and sees that Tommy is just using the unopened box as a side table.

They have an argument about how Tommy doesn’t like the gift.

Tubbo asks Tommy how does he know he doesn't like it if he hasn't opened it.

A few days pass

Tubbo comes back and bugs Tommy again about the robot and Tommy finally caves and asks Tubbo if he opens the box if Tubbo will stop bugging him.

Tubbo agrees.

Tommy sets up the W1lbur unit.

Later

W1bur and Tommy bonding sequence.

W1lbur trying to get Tommy to properly take care of himself.

Tommy gets sick and W1lbur takes care of him and makes him the same soup that Wilbur used to make when he was sick.

W1lbur slowly becoming more like Wilbur.

Tommy ends up nicknameing W1lbur Ghostbur.

More Tommy and W1lbur bonding.

Tommy and W1lbur walking somewhere at night and someone tries to mug them and W1lbur gets stabbed. 

“You are okay, Tommy.”  “No, I’m not.” “You are okay. I need to power down to save my files but you are okay and I love you.”

Which mirrors when Wilbur died:

“It’s okay, Tommy.” “No it’s not, you’ve been stabbed.” “It’s okay. You’re going to be fine. I love you”

Tommy calls the cops for help.

Cops saying they can look into property damaged but there isn't much else they can do.

Tommy saying fuck it and taking W1lbur home and tries to figure out how to save him.

Tommy decides his only option is to go see his dad because surely the one who created the robots can fix them.

Tommy goes to Phil's 

Techno opens the door of Phil's house and tells Tommy they can't fix any broken robots that some kid brings to them and tells Tommy to just buy a new one.

Tommy won't leave and ends up saying that he is Phil's kid and shows his ID.

Techno lets Phil know that Tommy is back and Phil asks Tommy why and Tommy begs Phil to fix W1lbur.

Phil tells Tommy that he can give him a new one.

Tommy tells Phil that it wouldn't be the same and that this one had learned things that it shouldn't have been able to and a new one wouldn't be able to do that.

Phil decides to try and fix W1lbur but tells Tommy that he can't promise that he can fix them.

Tommy ends up having to stay there and finds out his old room is still in a destroyed state like he had left it.

Tommy ends up having to sleep in Wilbur's similarly untouched room.

Somehow W1lbur is fixed and they all bond again and get back to being a family.

Maybe Phil and Tommy bond over fixing Tommy's room and Phil apologizes for not being there for Tommy after Wilbur's death. 

#william writes #william whispers

[johnmeowston]

hi i sending more for tha askgame :3 gyjo, hotpants, uhhh the one scout and other guy crackship you and soup like, and rei/jess (i do not know if yall gave em a name)

read maor bc kinda long..

GYJO oh my word i used 2 be so ill over them, still am tbh ... i cannot imagine an ending where they both live and have fulfilling lives < 2 me even if they both did survive theyd b forever on the run nd what not... fanon makes them intolerable A LITTLE mainly those people who try 2 put them in the traditional het roles (wife nd husband) like..idk. those r 2 grown ass men leave them alone

i assume u mean like, dinopants ? if not pls correct me but im soo insane over them 2 . theyre more like a qpr but they could b romantic idgaf, i think they just need 2 be together and beat each other up

ARMY WORMM (roach nd scout :3) im so ill over them ... tbh the whole ship is a domestic au BUT WHATEVR . skipping over that. i have so much nd so little 2 say abt them , idk . im just so ill . here is a doodle i did of them at 1 in the morning where they are the demolition lovers from mcr

REI/JESS they need a cool ship name fr... ouu , not much thought in this 1 tbh . they make me soo insane but also normal . i think despite having the most brutual gay pining of all time them getting together would be no big deal 2 them LOL , like that 1 comic i doodled ... i hope one day they r reletively normal and the gang frolicks in fields together

#asks

[element-of-empathy]

I have a question about otherkin in general, what exactly do you guys do? Do you try to connect with how you used to be in a past life or what? Also what would be your best kin mems?

Otherkin is usually a pretty personal experience, and "what we do" can vary. I know that there are otherkin who want to connect with how they used to be. The image of like, wolfkin buying fake tails comes to mind, and that's fine! Sometimes changes in lifestyle are made to more accurately reflect the them they used to be, to feel more connected to their past selves.

For me, saying "I'm kin with X" is less about changing who I am in this life, and more about understanding it. There are things that I feel deep in my soul are cosmically important to who I am - things like hope and empathy and magic (and for some reason, The Sun is a recurring motif) - and being able to put a pin on those things is, in a way, a spiritual experience.

For me it comes down to magic. I look at the magic of Equestria and the Element of Empathy, and I can definitively say "Yes! That's what's in my soul! That's the stuff I'm made of!"

There have been some changes in my life since realizing I'm otherkin - I started practicing magic back in the day because I wanted to feel closer to fairy magic, and as an outlet for the incredible, immense feeling in my chest that I knew was inextricably linked to magic. But really, practical magic was always something I'd been interested, ever since I was a kid, so it was more the logical next step of my personality rather than strictly because I'm otherkin.

As far as my favorite otherkin memory, I've gotta say it's The Ether.

(Yall haven't heard THAT word here in a hot minute huh!)

The Ether is the space between realities. It's not what you would expect, it isn't analogous to the concept of "The Void". The Ether I guess would be more analogous to primordial soup, the stuff that Reality and Existence is actually born from.

It exists and does not, is infinite, and full of an infinite number of realities. I've been there!! It can appear differently to different people, but to me it was a vast blue space - no up or down, no floor or ceiling or walls. Just forever, full of these little bubbles of light that went on forever.

Each one of those little bubbles was a whole universe. Ours was there!! That's how that part of me got here.

It was a nice place. Sentient, almost, and definitely kind.

That's from the part of me that was a Fairy. I don't have a lot of memories from Sunset Shimmer, unfortunately - not for lack of trying, God. For whatever reason, I've had a lot of trouble with understanding my connection to Equestrian Magic. For a while I actually thought I was Celestia for a while (gee! Wonder why!)

I see myself as a patchwork quilt, sort of. I don't know what's going to happen to the patches when I'm gone, but I'd like to visit the Ether again someday.

#Otherkin #oooh fun havent used THAT tag in a while