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calicoheartz · 1 day

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Can you write a Caitlin Clark where she always tapes her ring finger before the game and people find videos from way back in high school of her doing this tradition, after a Iowa game she gets interviewed about the tradition, and everyone pays attention even her teammates bc she never told them the reason behind the tradition which was bc she married her high school sweetheart and knew ever since they got together she was gonna marry her

The Promise of Always ; Caitlin Clark ﹒⟢

summary : you and Caitlin being highschool sweethearts ♡

wc; 346

warnings : none , just fluff :)

my master list ㇀♡

a/n : im trying my best to finish up the rest of the reqs , there will be a lot more new content by the end of this weekend ❤️ enjoy ◡̈

Caitlin stood at the edge of the basketball court, her fingers deftly wrapping tape around her ring finger.

The star guard was always known for her pre-game routines. One such ritual, unnoticed by many, was the habit of taping her ring finger before every game. A tradition she had carried since her highschool years, with the reason behind it only being known to her, hidden beneath the layers of tape and unspoken memories.

But as Caitlin’s fame grew, so did the curiosity about this particular ritual. People began to notice the taped finger and wondered about its significance. However the point guard kept her reasons to herself, never sharing them even with her closest teammates.

After a particularly thrilling game against a fierce rival, where her skills once again shone brightly, a reporter finally mustered up the courage to ask her about the mysterious tradition.

Caitlin, surprised by the question, remained as composed as ever, paused for a moment to collect her thoughts. She then glanced at her teammates briefly, realizing she never truly explained the reason behind this tradition of hers.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly began to speak. Sharing the story of the time where she met and fell in love with her highschool sweetheart, claiming their bond had been strong from the start, and as they grew older they knew they had to make a promise to eachother. A promise of eternal love and commitment.

“We always knew we were meant to be together,” she explained, “So I started taping my ring as a reminder of the promise we made to eachother long ago. Especially since I cant wear my wedding ring while playing” she giggled.

As the interview spread across social media, videos from Cait’s highschool games resurfaced, showing her taping her finger, a simple but gesture that is so deeply personal yet so powerfully symbolic.

Not long after, pictures of your magical wedding day and quiet engagement were posted to the guards personal social media, no longer feeling the need to keep your whirlwind of a romance a secret.

her post 🥹❤️

liked by : paigebueckers , katemartin03 , and 256,000 others

caitlinclark22 happy anniversary to the person who completes me. My other half. I love you more than words can describe , thank you for giving me the strength and courage to continue with my dreams. I’ve adored you since I was 16, and I will continue to adore you until the end. I love you y/n ! 💍

sorry this was so short!! i tried not to stray too far from the prompt so lmk if u want more details! tysm for reading 😊

#wlw #wcbb #wlw imagine #caitlin clark #wcbb x reader #caitlin clark x reader #headcannons #my hcs #iowa wbb #kate martin

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 days

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AITA for not saying please/thank you?

So this is an ongoing argument with my roommate. I (22nb) am autistic, and T (55f) has ADHD.

Now to get this out of the way, i do say thank you. I was always taught to wait a moment after receiving something, take a bite or appreciate what you were given for a breath, before thanking someone so that you could add something more to it. My roommate and I both agree that i do say thank you the vast majority of the time, but the problem for her is that i do not say it fast enough.

T often gives me a "tHaNk yOu" while the item in question is still being passed. This seems ridiculous to me as i haven't even been fully given it yet.

In addition, i have the dishes as my household chore, and i do them daily, despite almost never making any dishes myself. I do this to both support T and her diet, as well as contribute to the household that i live in.

T thanks me near daily for doing the dishes. This always seems weird and unnecessary to me, as it is my responsibility. I have told her this. I dont expect to be thanked for doing my own laundry, after all. In return, T gets upset that i dont notice and thank her for taking out the garbage/recycling/compost, to which she is the main contributor to and is under her responsibilities.

As for please: i do say this much more rarely. I think it feels overly preformative and fake, and i typical choose more "would you mind closing my door for me" "if its not too much of a hassle, could you toss me my waterbottle" "id appreciate it if you could preheat the oven while you're in the kitchen"

I think that these work perfectly fine as a replacement. Please just has always felt wrong and fake. No one else in my entire life has ever commented on this before.

Thirdly; T has been upset that i don't respond to her apologies appropriately. After she is snappy at me (due to her emotional disregulation from ADHD) (last time it was because i asked if she was using the oven instead of asking if i could use the oven myself, for reference) there is a 50/50 shot that she will come and apologize.

I dont often accept apologies. Apologies are for the person saying them to get it off their chests, or to make you put it behind them. Usually, ill say something like "it was just one of those days, y'know?" Or "its alright, water under the bridge"

Because i was always taught that apologies came with a promise of change, and T can't (or won't) change how she re-directs her frustration at unrelated things to things ive done "wrong". When she told me the correct response was "i forgive you", i decided to not engage instead of telling her directly that i didnt forgive her (because i am certain she will do it again). (I usually dont engage with her when shes irritated: she never notices and just wants to say her piece so im not being rude here)

She said that i was being disrespectful, "like always", and when i suggested it may be more difficult for me due to my autism, she said that we made plenty of accommodations for me (which i think is false), and that i just needed to do this for her comfort. That please/thank yous were something she needed to feel appreciated and i should be making more accommodations for her.

To me, i feel like she is getting really caught up on semantics and is being a little controlling about it. But maybe its just a boundary? I dont know if i could commit to changing my language for her though, i feel like i will just start forgetting after awhile because it feels so fake. Shouldn't it be better for me to say things genuinely than just for her approval?

AITA for not saying please/thank you?

#aita #am i the asshole

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pinkandlilacroses · 17 hours

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Angel - Paige bueckers

part 3

• summary {when an unsuspecting girl falls for the basketball star}

• warnings {drug use, angst}

• comment if you would like to be added to the taglist

bella’s pov

“ok you can go now” she says, emotionless

“oh”

“i mean, no offence but i have a girl coming soon, so you cant be here” she says laying on her back, breaking our eye contact

i don’t respond and put my clothes back on. this is fucked

“have a nice night”

i haven’t cried this much in months, walking through the halls, ugly crying.

‘paige’ has been blocked by ‘bella’

“bella whats wrong” avery says, empathetically

“i hate her, i hate her so much” i cry, barley being able to choke the words out

i look at avery after my response and i have never seen her that angry, there could fully be steam coming from her ears.

“please dont talk to her, please dont hurt her, please avery, please” i cry out, begging the infuriated girl

“why not bella, she deserves it” she yells

my tears dont stop and i feel like they will never stop pouring.

“tell me what she did”

i begin the tell her the events of tonight and her anger only grows.

“that fucking bitch” is all she can say in response

“but i blocked her, and im literally never gonna speak to her again” i say, trying to make a positive point, to counteract this negative situation

“you are never gonna speak to her again”

“im gonna go off to bed”

i feel broken, i got used. i wanted my first time with a girl to be meaningful, i know i like girls and i wanted to prove to myself that having sex with girls wasn’t wrong, but i feel wrong, i feel gross. i cant believe i would let myself be that vulnerable with someone i barley know. ive never been the one to have one night stands and ive only ever had sex with someone ive been in a relationship with.

i take my valium, something i swore to never use again after getting addicted, but its the only thing that works.

“hey, how are you feeling” avery ask’s, genuinely. i’ve never seen her be this gentle before

“wheres my weed”

“bella no”

“shut up avery”

i walk to the kitchen and unlock one of the drawers, and i see the stash. thank god

i know i shouldn’t smoke as a coping mechanism, but its the only thing that works, every time something bad happens to me, i turn to smoking

after going through 3 joints, im barley able to talk or stand up. perfect

knock

ugh

knock

fuck off

knock

“who is it” i say, it barley even sounded like words

“its azzi, is avery here”

who the fuck is azzi

“avery theres a bitch here for you” i say taking another drag

“oh my god! hey azzi” avery says, excitedly, why the fuck is she acting like that

“why are you so fucking happy” i ask, knowing full well how rude i sound

“this is azzi, shes in my psychology class and we have gotten pretty close” avery says, grabbing azzi and sitting next to me on the couch

“yo dont sit on my shit” i say, mad

“your bella right?” azzi says, happily. i hate happy people

“yeah”

“yeah avery’s told me alot about you” she says

“cool” i reply, dryly

“azzis on the basketball team” avery says, my eyes widen

“of course she is” i say, sarcastically. i hate basketball

“yeah, have you been to any games” she questioned, attempting to continue this boring conversation

“nah, i dont watch basketball”

“oh well you should sometime, avery keeps saying how she wants to go to a game” azzi says, looking at avery who begins giggling. sus

“bella your probably friends with some people on the team” avery says

“you wanna hit” i offer to azzi

“nah, i dont smoke”

“boring” i say, bluntly

“do you guys mind if some of my friends come over” azzi says

“no, no, thats perfectly fine” avery says, looking at azzi. basically eye fucking her

“who” i ask

“ice, kk, aubrey, nika and ashlee” she lists

fuck my life. im to high to care

“yeah whatever” i say, lazily

“ok perfect, ill tell them to come” azzi says, excitedly

“are you sure” avery whispers to me, being nice. for once

“i dont give a fuck, its fine” i say taking a drag

im so high. god damn

10 minutes later all of azzis friends turn up, why are they all so tall. what the fuck

avery introduces herself to them and points them to our couch

“hey im kk, your bella right” kk asks

“yeah im bella”

“hey im ice”

“hey im nika”

“hey im ashlee”

“hey im aubrey”

to many people to remember

until

“oh paige came to, i hope you dont mind” azzi says to us, mostly avery

avery says nothing, myself included

“hi paige” avery says, extremely cold

“come sit guys” azzi says, breaking the silence. i wish i wasn’t so high cause i wanna go to my room

everyone sits on the couch, paige sitting the furthest away from me. funny. not funny. not laughing

conversation begins and everyone is involved. everyone but me, ugh i’m so uncomfortable

paige keeps looking at me, and yes i’m noticing because i’m looking at her to.

paige’s pov

fuck. why do i keep looking at her.

she blocked me last night so obviously shes mad about my actions last night, its just a hookup, nothing more.

its not that deep

“i’m going to bed” bella says, slurring and barely able to stand up. i didn’t know she smoked that much, i guess i don’t know anything about her. but i don’t care.

“paige are you ready to go” kk and ice say to me

“yeah, aubrey, nika, azzi, u ready to go”

“yeah lets go”

“actually im gonna stay” azzi says. sus

“buy guys” is said in unison

azzis pov

“ugh finally” avery says, while smashing her lips onto mine

A/N: im being active rn lolll. how do we like avery and azzi

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers headcannons #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #uconn #uconn women’s basketball #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #azzi fudd #nika muhl #kk arnold

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simplydannie · 3 days

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Fanfic about Poppy, Viva, and Velvet?

Great minds think alike! I had another friend request a little something between Poppy, Viva, and Velvet! @fairytypingg

Poppy and Viva friends with Velvet seems kinda out place, especially with Velvet's character being the way it is. But I think the little happiness that Poppy and Viva bring might be just the thing to help her.

We Got You

"IM FINE! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE VENEER!" Velvet marched into her suit, and shut the door. "Vels!" Her brother attempted to run in after her, but the door was locked. He jiggled the knob, "Vels, please, talk to me."....Silence. She had been on edge recently, well, not recently, more like when they got out of prison...actually...when they were in prison. Veneer had made every attempt to talk to her, to have her open up to him about things that were going, about their next steps together....but she's completely shut him out. With a heavy sigh, Veneer retreated.

"The twins were set to call Vacay Island their home for the next couple of months. Bruce and Brandy have allowed them to work and live in one of the suits. Veneer enjoyed it, he felt like he was finally doing something right, something good. Velvet felt different. So many emotions were building inside of her, so many questions that needed answers. What would happen to them when they were done with their community service? Where would they live? The Trolls didn't really care for them. She hated how Veneer was always after them, always seeking their approval. They were always judging them she knew, but they didn't know it, they didn't know anything.... Velvet noticed...It was the first thing she noticed: Veneer was sick again. "Hey Vellie!" Velvet rolled her eyes at the sound of an annoying little Troll...Poppy. She just ignored her, just like she always would. She continued to clean he tables at the resort. "You know I'm going to get you to hang out with me and Viva! We're always looking to add another sister." The little Troll chimed. "I don't want a sister." Velvet said coldly. Another annoying voice piped up next to Poppy. "Uh, of course you do! Who wouldn't want a sister!" Viva exclaimed. "I have a brother. I'm good. Now can you PLEASE leave me alone." Velvet's tone was flat. Poppy tilted her head as she took a good look at the Rageon....Sadness, worry, fatigue...That's what Poppy saw. Velvet was trying to hold everything together, Poppy knew there was something beneath the service that was really troubling her. She opened her mouth to say something... "Hey guys!" Veneer came in holding a tray. He sported a dark blue vest with a black rolled up sleeve button up underneath. Black skinny pants were worn beneath his torso. "Guess whose the new waiter around here?" He did a full turn to show off his new look. "Meow! Vels doesn't your brother look so handsome!" Viva chimed. "Ugh." The Rageon rolled her eyes as she moved on to the next table. Veneer followed her hesitantly. "You know, we get off at the same time. Oh! Let's go snorkling before it gets dark!" A smile spread across his face. Poppy looked at Velvet to study her response. The Rageon's expression was left unchanged. "Seriously, you're asking again? " She replied without turning to look at him. "Go get the drinks to serve! Or you're fired." With a defeated look, Veneer retreated into the kitchen. Velvet could feel the eyes of the two small Trolls piercing her from behind.

"Why don't you ever want to hang out with him? Us, I guess I understand. But he's your brother. I'd give every chance to always be with Poppy." Viva explained. Velvet remained silent. Viva turned to her sister, hoping for some support.

"Velvet, is something else going on? I don't mean to always pry, but I always hear Veneer trying to open up to you...You just seem to...always shut him out. You know you....you can talk to me...You can talk to Viva! Girl to girl." Poppy tried her best to express her feelings of concern for the Rageon. One thing she learned about being queen, was how to read people, how to know when someone was sad, afraid, holding back.

"What goes on with me is none of your business. I just want to do my time and get out of here..."

CRASH!

The three girls turned their heads towards the sound of breaking glass coming from the kitchen. Velvet was the first to run in: Veneer was on the floor, struggling to get up, broken glass all around him.

"Vennie!" Viva attempted to go to his aid.

"Stay away!" Velvet was the first to his side.

"My bad!" He attempted a smile. "I-I slipped." Liar, Velvet mused. She could see the weakness in his arms and legs, how they went limp, how he struggled to find his strength to stand.

"Don't lie to me, Ven." She demanded. Her brother fell silent as she struggled to help him to his feet...his legs continuing to give out.

"How can we help you? Vellie, please tell us what to do." Poppy begged.

"YOU CAN LEAVE US ALONE!" Velvet screamed. She latched one of Veneer's arm over her should, struggling, she began to lead him away towards their suit.

"Vels!" Viva called out after her. But the Rageon ignored any kindness and any help that was thrown her way. A feeling fell at the pit of Viva's stomach as she watched the twins march off. "Poppy, I can't help but feel that something is wrong...Something is terribly wrong."

"I know Viv....me too." Poppy stretched and reached for Viva's hand.

Poppy and Viva continued to replay that moment in the kitchen throughout the rest of the day. They couldn't think right, couldn't eat. Velvet was always tough in the surface, but something told them, deep down, there was a little girl crying for help, crying for an answer to all their problems.

How would they know? Because they were that little girl at one point. Viva leading the group of surviving Trolls after the Bergen attack, living 20 years thinking she had lost her family. And Poppy...She made it seem like being queen was all cupcakes and rainbows, but she learned that it wasn't, but she knew her kingdom couldn't see her weak...she had to always be strong no matter what she felt. They wanted to tell Velvet that it was okay to be vulnerable sometimes...but how could they? She'd always close them off.

Poppy was headed off to the rooms of the resort that were specifically for Trolls. She had a warm tea in hand to help her calm her nerves and thoughts. That's when Viva came running down the hall.

"Poppy! Hurry come here!"

Without a second thought, Poppy dropped her tea and followed her sister.

Viva lead her outside the door of a suit. Inside, they could hear the sobs, the small little cries. Poppy held her hand over her mouth as her heart broke.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"I....I saw Vellie walk out of her suit. I followed her hoping she'd want to talk. She walked in here...That's when I heard the cries." Viva responded with saddened eyes. The Troll sisters took a moment before making up their mind. Nodding to each other, they pushed open the door that was luckily left slightly open.

The cries grow louder as they walked inside the suit. All lights were off, the only thing illuminating the room was the moonlight shining through the window. The girls followed the sound....That's when they found Velvet hunched in a corner.

She held her knees tight, her face buried in them. Her shoulders shuddered with every cry she made...

"Vels." Poppy whispered as she made her way to the Rageon.

"Go away..." Velvet said in between her cries.

"No! That's enough of you trying to push us away!" Viva said sternly. She made her way up to Velvet's knees, placing a small hand on her fingers. "Talk to us. Please."

"We want to be your friend Velvet. We've wanted to be your friend since you guys arrived to us." Poppy explained.

"I don't want friends."

"Maybe you think so now....but you DO need people who care for you. You have your brother, and we want to be there for you too." Viva said.

Upon the mention of Veneer, Velvet's cries grew severe. Poppy and Viva enclosed around her, laying their hands on her, embracing her as much as they could.

"Velvet....please." Poppy pleaded once more as she embrace the Rageon in her small arms. They allowed silence to pass between them, they allowed Velvet to just be vulnerable....to cry. This was something she had held in for so long...

"He's sick." Velvet finally spoke. "Veneer is sick again....and I don't have the money to help him." The Trolls looked at each other, a horrified expression in their eyes...This is what she had been hiding for so long.

"...I wish you had said something sooner." Viva exclaimed as she continued to hug her.

"Why? There's nothing you can do."

"How do you know? Vellie, you only know your little world, the world inside Rageous. You have no idea how big the world is....and you have no idea how many options there can be to help your brother." Poppy joined Viva on Velvet's knees, together they lifted the Rageons head so she could look at them. "We care for Vennie as much as you do....We want to help you."

"Please, Vellie. We know how it feels like. We know how it feel's to try and have it together! You don't have to go through this alone. Let us be there for you. We got you." Viva added.

Through teary eyes, Velvet glanced back and forth between the two sisters...There was no lie in their voices. She could see they were looking at her not with pity, but with genuine concern. Velvet really never allowed for anyone to see her vulnerable...especially her brother. She always wanted to be the tough one, the strong one...but maybe with these girls she could be. Velvet hugged her knees tighter...

"....okay...." She said softly. No more words were exchanged, no more words needed to be exchanged. Viva and Poppy drew closer to Velvet, this time hugging her face, hoping that she could feel their love and care for her.

They had her.

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euijoosorangeslice · 23 hours

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harua fingering reader under the table while all the members are around orrr vice versa (reader strokes harua) 😣😣

flushed out

shigeta harua x reader

Your friends all hung out every Saturday night, grouped up as ten on a combination of the couch and the floor. After nine other days of rotation, it was finally your turn to pick the movie. “Twilight!” You eagerly selected, watching some of your friends smile and some of them roll their eyes.

“Seriously, __? We watch this every time it’s your turn.” Kei whined, holding his pillow. “Sorry, it’s just the best movie ever.” You mumbled, relaxing into the couch. Yuma and Taki were on the ground, Maki situated behind them. Fuma, Euijoo, Nicholas and Kei were all sitting on one couch, and you were sitting in between Jo and Harua.

As you took a deep breath in, you watched the first twenty minutes of the movie through. Suddenly, you felt Harua’s hand crawling up your thigh. You whipped your head towards him, seeing a slight blush against his face. “I want to try something.” He whispered, making you sigh slightly. “Harua, no. You try this every time. I’m not going into the bathroom with you.” You answered, swiftly dismissing his question.

He whined, slamming his head against the couch. “__, please! I’ve never had a girl…give me a handjob. I just want to try it this once.” he whispered, tapping the inside of your thigh. You rolled your eyes, moving his hand away from your thigh and returning to the movie.

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes when you heard Harua slightly moan next to you. Again, you turned towards him. “No way.” You whispered, almost angrily. He was touching himself under the same blanket you were sharing with him. “Harua, how horny could you possibly be right now?” You shouted, hushed. This earned you a smug look from Nicholas, who was sitting the closest to Harua.

“I-im sorry __, but please. Just this once, okay? And I’ll never ask again.” He begged, and you sighed in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll give you what you want.” You agreed, spitting into your hand and reaching into Harua’s sweatpants. You reached down further, pushing down his boxers to his mid-thighs.

Slowly, you began stroking his cock in repetitive motions, watching as Harua bit onto the top of the sheets to muffle the sounds of his pleasure. He whined your name, shutting his eyes from embarrassment of how loud his noises were. Jo looked over, and when he noticed your hand under the blanket moving, he looked away.

He began rocking his hips into the pleasure as he moaned, burying his face into his cushion when you cupped his balls with your other hand. “You must really like being watched, since you’re about to cum from just this.” You spoke, not as hushed since Jo already was aware of what was going on.

You looked over, seeing the tip of Jo’s ears turned red from shock. As Harua finished, he let out a long string of whines and moans of your name, louder than he wanted to. Even though he was overstimulated, you still kept stroking him in the same motion. You noticed that Euijoo had looked now, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Once he realized what was happening, he didn’t hesitate to call you both out. “Oh my god, are you two really touching each other under there?” You noticed as Kei’s eyes shot open. “Ugh, oh my god! I knew you were acting weird today, Harua, but not this weird!” He cried, grabbing Maki and shielding his eyes.

Harua had completely turned red by now from all of the attention, his half-hard dick still in your palm. Taki and Yuma just burst into a fit of giggles, Fuma joining them. Harua huffed, trying to push past the embarrassment. “Well, f-first you make fun of me for months on end, saying ‘n-no girl would ever touch me’ , and when one finally does, e-everyone still makes fun of me!”

Harua pulled up his sweatpants, ignoring the stains of his own release on the inside. “Harua, we’re just kidding, do whatever you want.” Nicholas tried to reassure him, but he ignored him. “I- I need to um…use the bathroom.” He rushed off, Jo awkwardly staring at you as you sucked your fingers to get the remainder of him off of you.

“What, do you want one too?” You joked, making Nicholas laugh from his core and Jo turn away from you.

#&team #&team imagines #&team smut #&team x reader #&team hard hours #&team harua

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andreaheartscats · 2 days

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doing Sal's hair

-> honestly i can't remember if i did this already or not but whatever, even if i did im doing it again. Also hi! hello there i haven't written anything in a while so sorry about that! here is a little something :) <-

-> Sal called you through the walkie-talkie he gave you a while ago. You didn't use it much, only when one of your amazing friends called.

-> "Hey, you busy right now?" you could hear his voice over little static going on. His voice was so calmming to hear, but that's not the point now.

-> You take the walkie-talkie from your bedside table and press a button. "Nope, why?"

-> you waited a minute or two before you heard the static again and then Sals voice.

-> "Wanna come to the tree house to hang out?"

-> almost without any thinking you answeard him quickly with a shor and simple answear. "yes."

-> upon walking to the tree house, you climbed the old ladder up. The smell of weed almsot immediately hit you.

The tree house was known for yalls smokin' spot. So no wonder it smelled like weed.

Sal was already there sitting in one of the bean bags waiting for you and infront of him was a little table filled with.. hair ties? and a hairbrush.

You took a look around and notice Larry wasn't there.

"Hey Sal.. wheres Larry?"

"Busy helping Lisa around the apartmants"

You nodded at took a seat next to him while popping open a can of soda.

"wanna do my hair?"

the question was soo random but you jumped in excitement cause who doesn't want to play with/ do Sals hair?

thankfully Sal was comfortable enough around you so he could take his mask off.

"Alright.. what you wanna do with your hair? got anything in mind?"

you asked him while getting comfortable behind him so you could do his hair.

Sal stayed queit for a moment before he finally said. "Im just bored of my pigtails.. just do whatever you want"

you GASPED.

bored?! of his pigtails!?..

oh well, you had the chance do to whatever you want with his hair so youre not letting it go to waste!

"okay then!"

you undid his pigtails and his blue haired reached almost pass his shoulders. it grew queit a lot!

you already had an idea in your head.. half up-half down bun!

you sectioned the back hair and brushed it gently so you dont prick his hair.

Sal handed you two hair ties which you put around yoir wrist.

your tung stuck out while tying a half ponytail and then twisting it into a bun.

after a little bit of struggling you finally did it!

"there! all done!" you said proudly at yourself.

Sal took a mirror to look at his hair, it suited him really well and the most important thing is that his mask can still be easily clipped on!

"woow.. this looks soo cool. I look so cool!"

Sal said while smiling a little, you could tell by the way his eyes got smaller from under the mask he just put on.

The two of you were hanging out, trying many more hair styles on Sals hair and laughed a lot together. It was one of the best weekends ever that a perosn could ask for.

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unholyhymns · 11 months

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still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.

very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill

#i will be doing this again if im ever asked the question like that again #i make a habit of talking to street preachers tho so im used to it. they tell me the most insane thing and i collect #their mark of the beast literature #*kicking my religious studies degree under the rug* come closer i don't bite

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steelycunt · 3 months

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system where when i talk to men i start a countdown from ten million and stop at the point they ask me ‘what’s your ethnicity??’ and that’s the amount of money they have to pay me

#to be clear im not claiming there’s something inherently wrong about ever asking anyone that question in any situation. what i am saying is #that considering how often i am asked it by men and only men usually within very little time of meeting me #it has never not made me feel weird or uncomfortable. because it is only ever men who consistently and immediately ask me this question.#and i know why they’re asking. thinking of this one time at the club where this blokes female friend introduced us at his request and after #exchanging names his very first question was and i quote ‘what are you mixed with’. like im sorry am i mad here or is that a really #fucking weird thing to do. like why do they consistently ask that in the first conversation you have with them #it always gives the impression they haven’t really been listening to anything you’ve said they’ve just been waiting to ask that question.#lol. anyway boy i met today lasted a few hours and seemed nice and then he simply had to know because he was ‘so curious’ 👍🏽#(ridi's) bigmouth strikes again

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hella1975 · 11 months

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MHA used-to-be-anon here with updates and reactions after finishing season one!

Aizawa is so relatable, but what's up with that sleeping bag? It's a huge mood and yet it also makes me think that his dearest-held dream is to be a caterpillar instead of a hero.

Of all the Quirks, no one has a bully detector? HOW is Bakugo in UA, honestly. Like, everyone overlooked the unstable bully vibes reeking from him because Ooh, Exploding Hands?? Unbelievable. I expect better integrity from such an esteemed institution

On the same note, I expect Bakugo to get an excellent redemption arc in which he actually apologizes for being a huge dick to Deku for YEARS, or I expect his intense and irrational pride to drive him to become a villain whose very existence haunts Deku

Deku continues to be cute af, no notes <3 Go little rockstar etc etc

French Laser Boy hit me like a poleaxe to the face, but I do like him

Momo really said "tits out" with her superhero outfit, huh? Respect.

Help Shoto is SO overpowered, it's hysterical. Cool af too

Emergency Exit Iida hjfhjghf, I love that uptight trust fund baby

I adore Uraraka and Tsu! Queens.

The principal is an animal???? Is that some kind of Quirk?????

Hmm. Don't like Mr. Hand Man. And I wanna know what's up with his face! The students looked horrified when the face-covering hand flew off, and then he shielded his face with his own hand until he could fix it. Like, that probably shouldn't be your biggest priority rn bud.

Side note: does All Might just. casually spray blood from his mouth when he talks sometimes?? And we're all fine with that?? Ok.

Thanks for the accidental recommendation, I'm greatly enjoying this <3

im so glad you're enjoying it! the hard thing with mha is that i DO actually really enjoy it, like as far as anime goes it's far from the worst one ive watched and especially in later seasons it actively becomes some of my favourite anime ever, but i feel like you still need to like... dismiss it? if you admit to watching it? and it's literally just because the fandom are so obnoxiously terrible about everything that you literally have to be like 'yeah i watch mha BUT NOT LIKE THOSE GUYS I WATCH IT IN A NORMAL WAY I SWEAR' and it's a bit frustrating lmao. so being able to rec it and someone actually enjoy it without taking the piss is really nice bc alas it IS something i love :)

#to answer some questions:#1) yes aizawa would absolutely rather be a caterpillar than a hero #2) hero society does not care about shitty personalities if the quirk is cool enough. this becomes a plot point. hi touya it's me again #3) people wanted bakugo's redemption to come sooner but one of my favourite things about bakudeku as a pairing (platonic or otherwise)#is that they're given the time to CRAWL through each milestone in their relationship. idk it feels true to what childhood friendships #are really like and while i get that's frustrating for people who really hated bakugo im firmly of the mind that like. he was and is a chil #and i feel like the writers take that into consideration and PERSONALLY i really like it #4) GO LITTLE ROCKSTAR DEKU FR BEST MC EVER <3 #5) mr hand man is doing his best he is an unmoisturised 20 year old trying to get on the housing market give him a BREAK #6) yes about all might. if there's one thing he's gonna do it's spit blood on every mf in a metre radius #ask #mha

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loser-jpg · 1 month

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hate teacher.

so angry.

he told me my 6 months worth of work has to be scrapped and entirely redone in 2 weeks. thats literally impossible. i am the tiniest inconvenience away from having an entire meeting with him to read him a 5 page essay on how he has been of no help this entire semester and last and how he has done nothing but inconvenience me all year.

hes seen the work many times before but only brought up the issue now. 2 weeks before a progress report. He told me the thing hes been having me work on for an entire month cant be part of my progress report because its not specific enough.

IF THIS WAS GOING TO BE A PROBLEM HE WOULD HAVE ALREADY KNOWN AND HE SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME BEFORE I WAS 6 MONTHS IN.

he blatantly holds favoritism as every other student (they all happen to be cis men) get all the help in the world yet i get no help at all and when he tells me i have to scrap all my work he doesnt even point me in the right direction just says redo it you have 2 weeks.

this is a group project but every other group is doing one project with all people working together yet mine is doing one project each person meaning i cant even get assistance. two of the people in my group HAVE NOT SPOKEN A WORD TO ME SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR.

he is also needlessly rude. instead of just politely saying there might be an issue he feels the need to make me feel like an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I am half convinced this man finds joy in publicly humiliating and shaming me in any way possible. You are a grown ass man what the actual fuck. You are in your god damn 50s.

#loser speaks #vent #i am two seconds away from yelling at him in front of everyone #i am going to continue with what ive been working on till the progress report than fix after and if he doesnt let me im kicking his ass #it is litterally impossible to redo it in the time i have #i can legit use half the stuff i have even after redoing but only if he lets me keep going with what i have till the report #i am almost baffled this man even has his job because every issue ive asked help on hes clueless #like more dumb than me. did not know how to help and i had to figure out myself #HOW DO YOU HAVE YOUR JOB IF YOUR DUMBER THAN YOUR STUDENTS #also he just. cannot get his thoughts across #every time he talks its like random nonsence with no meaning #none of his words MEAN anything #like. is it so hard to answer a simple question with a straightforward response?#typing this out tho has made me realize this man is an idiot and a giant baby so i actually dont care anymore #honestly im better than him and am going to do so much greater things than he ever did so im just gonna ignore him #get through the year and ill never have to see him again 👍

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lunastars21 · 6 months

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Everyone in sonic community: angy at Ian because The End is dead, gone, kaboomy

Me: Angry Because BARK WOULDN'T GIVE FANG A GIFT ON HIS BIRTHDAY, IM NOT ACCEPTING THAT

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tricks-n-illusions · 7 months

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(@askpokemoncrossover) Sai @ Calamity: Sai looked at the spirit's semi-see-through state and if she could sense spirits or energies of any kind. She would detect... something strong from him, was it his own spirit? The remains of another? But either way, it was fueling him with life and the odd-eyed Lucario did a short bow to the Giratina before him

"It's... an honor to meet you as well, Calamity." Sai said a tad nervously before giving Silas a concerned glance before looking at her worriedly and spoke to her alone. "He wasn't always like this, you mean to say? You said your previous host's impacted him negatively... what were they to you and Silas if i may ask?"

"My host, she treated her Nymphs as pets. Something she could dispose of when she became uninterested."

"I regret my actions towards my followers, Nym and all those children my host stole." She sighed sadly, it seemed the tiny spirit genuinely felt remorse. "I greatly wish that I could reverse those many years I worked with her, but what is done is done. I cannot change the past actions of my predecessor." "I don't recall if I showed myself to Nym, But, I'm positive he could see me after I bestowed my gift. In other words."

"Thank you once again. I do not know what would have happened if I connected to Nym's energy instead." She thought for a moment, drifting aimlessly as she did so. "I believe I am thankful for his many rejections now. Nym does try to refrain from repeating those horrid things my host did, but he cannot truly escape her influence. I fear I would have returned to that spiteful spirit I once was. I do not know why I thought that was a proper idea, my judgement was clouded by a desire to be whole again." "Now, As to what happened to my host? Nym is the one that killed her. That, however, was almost 5 decades ago." "I don't know why but when he stood there frozen and full of fear, my previous iteration granted him the courage he needed to kill my host. Even if that did result in my predecessor's death as well. But yes, to me she was nothing more than another host and to Silas, she was much more. I hope that satisfies your curiosity at the very least."

#tni: chrono #tni: silas rune #tni: calamity #tni: seance #tw: gore #hehe calamity likes to talk #Thank you for all the calamity asks!!#Im trying to do them in an order that makes sense so I apologize if someone gets pushed to the back of the queue I will get to everyone #Yall asked some good questions for the bug #I will tell you silas isn't gonna be so happy after he hears some of these - but then again when is Silas ever happy?#Chapter 1: The Introduction

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soullessjack · 5 months

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it’s rlly interesting to me that so many villains try to manipulate jack by saying that they’re just trying to control him or that they taught him to fear his powers and that he’s only kept in the bunker as a prison to protect the world basically , and pretty much every time he either ignores it & doesn’t respond . but he also doesn’t outwardly disagree (Duma asked if they’d taught him to fear his powers and he fucking shrugs ) and on one hand

> it’s crazy how often the writers will try and hint at their dynamic being kind of fucked up or question if it’s still on a “you only care about what he can do for you” basis — like when jacks own psychotic hallucination insisted that he was only ever their pet monster weapon muscle whose only value came from being useful — only to never go anywhere with it, never have jack actually take that question into consideration

but on the other if we’re assuming that jack is like wordlessly agreeing that he is in fact being contained and controlled and isolated from the world as a safety precaution by the people he explicitly views as both his fathers and his friends? and that he’s supposedly just okay with all of that ?? because he knows that he’s legitimately dangerous? what am I supposed to do with this? what were the writers trying to do with it??? why didn’t they actually do something with it?

#questions I ask every single day because I am autistic and neurologically bonded to jack in ways that cannot be understood #spn #jack kline #sam and dean #castiel #tfw2.0 #team free will 2.0 #Jack’s self awareness of just how destructive he can be is something we do not talk about ever #remember the last holiday draft of him and dean in the dungeon #/ jack: ‘this is my fault.’ dean: ‘what?’ [dean turns. seeing jack is having a moment]#/ jack: ‘THIS. maybe she’s right. what if I lose my soul again. or…lose control…or—’#/ dean: ‘hey. stop okay. just stop. you’re not going to lose control.’#/ jack: ‘I’ve done it before. since then nothings been the same. you…sam…’#LIKE ????#I am so fucking crazy right now it’s all making me crazy #why did they get rid of that. why did they get rid of jack actually expressing that he is in fact afraid of causing more damage again #WHY DO THEY GET RID OF EVERYTHING THAT WOULD MAKE HIM MORE INTERESTING IM GONNA PUKE BLOOD #anyways :3c #I need to bite something

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