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angelexotica · 10 months

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hey foot lovers, I have something for you... 🍋🍋🍋

#angelexotica #self #me #patreon #girl #feet #feetish #bare foot #ns/fw #mine #ok to reblog #idk how to tag this tbh

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fogwitchoftheevermore · 2 months

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sometimes that's just the way that it goes

or, joel smallishbeans joins the tokyo lift (an mcyt blaseball au fic)

the thing about joel is- well, there's a lot of things about joel, but the most relevant thing, is that he never really got in to blaseball.

he'd gone to few of grian and jimmy's games in college, been brought to an equal number of pearl's minor league games, and mostly paid attention in conversation about it after his entire friend group became obsessed with the splort seemingly overnight.

but then he'd moved out to tokyo after college, where the blaseball scene had yet to expand to a proper minor league; let alone a major league. he got a non-splorts related job. he had non-splorts related hobbies. and he was suddenly in a timezone 17 hours ahead from all his friends who cared about these things.

so maybe he managed to forget basically all the knowledge he had about the game. sue him.

by the time the ILB expanded to tokyo with the lift, joel was certainly more knowledgeable on the splort than he'd ever been. he had basically the entire league's schedule in his calendar at all times, he voted in the elections, he kept a close eye on weather forecasts across the globe. a small side effect of most of your friends playing a splort that started killing people 10 years ago.

but here's the thing- despite joel's expansive knowledge of what's happening the ILB on any given day, despite his stockpile of votes, despite his constant presence as someone's plus one at any given ILB event or party-

despite all of that...

joel doesn't really know how to play.

which is a problem, when, on a whim that he now knows was definitely some divine intervention at play, he decides to actually go to one of his friend's games on a day they happen to be playing in tokyo. and it becomes more of a problem when an umpire goes rogue, and in the blink of an eye, joel finds himself vaulting a railing and picking up a bat that, until two minutes ago, belonged to a toyko lift player.

and now belongs to a new tokyo lift player.

him.

shit.

and that is how joel finds himself here, on a stool in stress and false's bathroom, staring at his actively-being-dyed hair in the mirror and considering.

he didn't know stress and false very well before joining the lift. he'd met them, of course, at the aforementioned parties and events he'd been brought to, but they weren't close by any means. but seeing as they were the only members of his new team he'd been properly introduced to prior to becoming their coworker, he found himself following them around like a lost puppy from day one. they seemed mostly endeared by this, so far, which joel was taking as an embarrassing but necessary fact of his new career.

the "sitting in their bathroom getting his hair dyed" part of his current situation had come about a few days prior, when the wild card teams were announced and the lift had officially made their first ever post season. joel's remark that they should do something for the occasion had spiraled into stress lending him her bathroom and hair dye to dye the streak in his hair pink in celebration.

by the time they actually got around to it, the lift had been knocked out of the post season by the wild wings in a two game sweep, but joel hadn't backed out, so here they were.

stress was mixing the pink dye while joel got the green bleached out of his hair, humming along to a song joel wasn't really listening to. the bathroom isn't large enough to fit false as well, with joel on a stool, so she's hovering outside doing... something. joel's kinda lost track of her exact movements due to his aforementioned considering.

joel hasn't actually played a lot with the lift, yet. he'd joined the team in the last 20 days or so of the season, so they've gotten a good 20 games worth of a look at his... let's say, skill, and they've all presumably figured out that he's not very good. no one's said anything, but that doesn't mean they haven't been thinking it. but it's also possible they haven't been thinking it, and if joel brings it up right now, then they'll all realize that he's terrible. but also, joel knows he needs to fix this problem, because he's seen what happens to bad players.

so he's sucking it up.

"stress, can i admit something to you?" joel says, as confident and nonchalant as he can manage. it's not very nonchalant.

"hm?" stress says, looking up from where she's fidgeting about. "sure, i don't see why not."

joel takes a deep breath before he continues. "now, i don't know if any of you have noticed this yet, but... i don't really know how to play blaseball."

this is when false chooses to poke her head in from whatever she'd been doing to comment. "sorry, repeat yourself?"

"well, despite the fact that all of my friends have played this game for years, i haven't been paying much attention to how it actually works. so i don't think i actually know how to play, which wasn't a problem for me until about three weeks ago. and now it's a very big problem."

"oh," false says, looking him up and down. joel tries not to feel scrutinized. "i wouldn't have guessed that from your stats, but yeah, in hindsight, that makes sense."

"you looked at my stats?" joel sputters.

"yeah is that not-" false looks at stress, desperation clear on her face. "do people not usually do that?"

"i mean, i don't, but i don't know what all you other geezers are up to."

joel has yet to move on from the stats thing. "i haven't even looked at my stats. what- are they good? actually, no i don't want to know. or, if they're bad, i don't want to know. if they're good you can tell me."

false laughs. "you're fine, overall. not a good pitcher, but that's not your problem. everything else is pretty average, but your batting is your best stat, and it's pretty up there. not really indicative of someone who doesn't know how to play."

"oh!" joel thinks about this. he doesn't think he's been a particularly special batter thus far, but he's not objecting to whoever's quantifying his skill saying he's good. not at all. "ok, well, i kinda know how to play. i think. i know enough that i've been able to be passable, but i want to be good next season."

"are you asking us to coach you?" stress says as she starts the tap to wash the bleach out of joel's hair.

"uh, if you want to, yeah. you're both good, i think."

false, who is now leaning in the doorway instead of poking her head in, laughs again. "yeah, i'd say we're alright." from her tone, joel suspects they're actually very good, and he once again has no idea what he's talking about.

"but we'd love to!" stress says, lightly pushing joel to put his head into the sink. her next words are slightly drowned out by the running water. "obviously the lift practice in the off season already, but we could spend a bit of time doing one on one stuff with you. show you the ropes, you know?"

joel, still in the sink, answers with a thumbs up. as he sits back up and takes the towel stress offers him, he sees false leave the doorway and go back to whatever she was doing, decision seemingly reached.

joel dries off his hair and stress moves in with the pink dye and a dye brush, humming along to another song he doesn't know. he definitely doesn't need her help dying his hair- he's been doing it on his own for years now. but she'd offered the dye she already had so he didn't have to buy a new color, and apparently that offer came along with her doing most of the work as well.

and for once in his life, joel is going to take the help without a fuss.

#mcyt blaseball au #my writing #ok now. the real question. do i maintag this #yeah sure cringe is dead #hermitcraft #smallishbeans #falsesymmetry #stressmonster101 #im not tagging falsestress. but know that that's what's going on here #anyways the stats thing.#it is partially joel underestimating his own knowledge of blaseball #and his own general fitness and sports ability #but its also partially that he is. underperforming for his stats for a bit #he's gonna go on an improvement arc #also yes i stole the formatting from the empires fic i reblogged earlier today #i dont ever post fics to tumblr idk how to. format #also also. title on this one comes from the ballad of unremarkable derrick kreuger #go listen to the ballad of unremarkable derrick kreuger and go crazy thanks #hermitfic

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kuuttituutti · 8 months

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" I wanna be someone's sword"

"I wanna be their seat!"

Okay fair and sexy, I want to be their keychain. Something they can clip to their belt loop and keep with them. They can adorn it with charms and other nice things, so it's easier to find. And when they look at it they know, that if they want to go home, they can. Cause they have their keys right there.

#idk how to tag this #anywayyyy #my post #keys #ok to reblog

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jewtastic · 1 year

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When I was eight, I learned an important phrase.

"Everyone knows..."

I heard it spat at my mother, the door of our dingy apartment half open, yellow light siltering in from the hallway and over the blankets on the floor that my brother and I slept in.

"Everyone knows gypsies don't pay rent. You don't have clean money."

Out by the end of the month.

I didn't know what that meant at the time, I only knew what it changed in my life.

New rules were thrust upon my brother and I as we carried out blankets and pillows into the bedroom in my grandmother's basement.

Don't put your things on the floor. It floods when it rains and it will ruin your toys.

Don't scream when you play, your grandfather works nights and he's asleep.

Stop speaking that language. Stop it right now. We do not speak Hebrew, we do not speak Sinte, we are not dirty.

We do not speak.

I learned to bite my tongue when English didn't express what I needed it to. To swallow down my culture and my religion like a bitter pill. A life saving measure that treated the shakes finding a swastika carved into my desk left.

We do not speak.

We are not dirty.

We have washed ourselves of the shame of our being. Our existence is to be scrubbed and scraped and swirled down the drain like the dirt left on our hands after pretending we are squirrels in our Bubbe's yard.

We do not speak any longer, we do not announce our existence in polite company, where our very being might soil their opinion of us.

There is no such thing as language beyond what is expected, what is allowed. English is to be spoken exactly as it should be, with each syllable matching what the christian born white men speak as they make their speeches behind pulpits and books I do not understand.

My first language, my second language, my third language I shared with my sister who needed it so badly.

Swallowed down, down, down, down.

Forgotten.

My hands could not move to follow hers, my tongue could not form the hymns and prayers I once knew. When my auntie spoke half in the language of our people, I could only stare and wish I knew how to do the same.

We are not dirty.

We do not speak.

There is safety in silence.

We do not speak.

#ok to reblog before you ask #idk if this is #poetry #but i'm tagging it as that #freeform #my writing #memories of having my very heritage and culture erased by my own family #i wish i could speak hebrew or sinte but it was something i was yelled at for for years #and now i'll have spurts where i try to learn it and then i drop into a shame spiral because it's wrongbadwrong #and i can't make any progress because of this stupid on off pattern #how do you unlearn shame that teaches you your very existence will get you killed

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twotiime2 · 5 months

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i do not reblog "the person i reblogged this from" kinds of posts ooc bc they feel like ppl could feel excluded, left out, or insulted if they aren't the one reblogged from. and if i did reblog said kinds of posts from everyone who posted them, the dash would just be flooded with people complimenting each other!

suffice to say pretty much everyone i follow and interact with are amazing roleplayers and i feel so lucky to get to write with you in any capacity! don't ever worry if you only get a Like from me on those sorts of posts; i don't want to clog the dash or hurt anybody's feelings, is all. you're all wonderful.

#ooc #reblog if #reblogged from #reblog karma #idk how to tag this to get ppl to see it.#ok to reblog

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demonstars · 1 year

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talking about boys 🫶

lowkey based on this

#tinakitten #dream #dwt #tinza #myart #ok idk how to tag art but i love them #reblogs are kissed on the MOUTH

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pansexualkiba · 11 months

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what fandom song parody has eclipsed the original in your mind. my shame is Leather Pants.

#idk how to tag this #ok to reblog

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nygleskas · 5 months

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erm. thinking. possibility of jean being as annoying abt me as i am with him. possibility of him becoming a mushy/lovey dovey drunk after we're together (as opposed to him [canonically] being a sad drunk) . like he's just so so annoying he's turning every conversation into smth about us and he's rambling to anyone willing (and unwilling) to listen abt me and if i'm not in his immediate vicinity for 5 minutes he starts acting like "whereee is my boyfriend i miss him when will he return from War btw did you know i love him" . etcetera.

#or Whatever.#getting in my head feel like this is sooo so cringe and stupid :p #idk i'm weird i feel weird typing how my guys™ would think of me. if that makes sense. like reblogging posts sayign like “ur fos love u <3”#is fine but i don't like Typing It Out Myself that they like me. idk it just feels weird to me. feels vain and odd bc To Me it's #not true and i don't deserve that. ok did Not mean to vent on an average post Lmao 😭 Not reading all that good for u or sorry that happened #ok. anyways.#.txt #had this open for a literal hour i guess i can post it now #jean #lore tag #*throws arms in air* I GUESS

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campgender · 9 months

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i’m probably rolling over like three different hornet’s nests here but just in case it helps somebody: if you don’t already have good omens tags etc filtered & are triggered by sexual assault, heads up that there’s a gifset going around of a kiss that is explicitly nonconsensual, with body language & dialogue referencing this. might be worth filtering the tag if you want to avoid it 👍 i’m not watching the show so idk time stamps for people who are & would like to skip that part but if anyone wants to add that info please do!

#idk how to tag this lol #psa #mac.txt #ok to reblog <3

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