#if anyone wants screens of these patterns lemme know

[pasharuu]

welps, since i got a little skrunkling in form of ararycan, lets talk about him. i hope it'll be a short one. (spoiler: no)

also to those who bumped onto my post in their or someone else's dash somehow: english is not my first language. so be ready for numerous "memories" and "forget" cuz my vocabulary is thin just like that. and some other weirdness of course.

first of all, i hate the dottore clone theory with every single cell in my body, and i want you to know that if you like it i dont care, so neither should you care about me hating it. im only speaking opinion here.

and also this is rather my headcanon just not to stay alongside with the mystery while theres a dottore theory around. i honestly dont believe in dottore theory, but i still cant prove it wrong properly due to lack of info, and that annoys me. but this headcanon doesnt attempt to debunk the theory somehow, these are just two completely different things not worth comparing.

but rlly, did anyone on that planet at least once look at ararycan's leaves more than once? cuz it feels like no one knows what is the form of the pattern. the theory followers say these are circles, on my plush these are rounded diamons. wtf dear fellow folks.

the headcanon is trying to explain ararycan's memory loss, as there is no information about this in the game. traveler and paimon just decide that "welp, aranara are forgetful sometimes" though its not really true, but its really odd of them to leave us on this cliffhanger. i once said that aranara never forget stuff unless they meet some certain condition. i didnt explain that well last time so lemme speak a word (although its gonna be long i fear, so once again, the orange text is not necessary)

in the beginning we were given with the idea that aranara dont forget anything, or at least dont forget anything as easily as we do. this was really the very first fact i learned about them since i found messily written notes very soon after i began my first walkthrough of aranyaka (funfact: in russian localization its not clear who is the author of these if you only see the first set of it, and i definitely remember that i was not able to read the next page at a place, so i bet i found it even before meeting arama in the very first time. i also found it in the second time only after completing the entire questline so imagine my face at that moment), and author of the notes says that he doesnt forget things easily, but still decides to make records because its fun to do. basically saying that these lads dont ever need to record things up cuz they remember it all by themselves.

then, during the part where we help guys in mawtiyima forest, we were told about the inscriptions on the walls. aragaru says that these are made only for humans, because aranara will not forget, while people have all the possibility to. all the other inscriptions on walls, if we keep the spoken idea in mind, are clearly made for humans as well. the only weirdness in this part is inscriptions in old vanarana, cuz the only one who needs these during the quest is arama, and its not really clear who these were written to in the first place. but we still cant say these were definitely written for aranara, or maybe i need to research more.

the events of agnihatora sutra and vimana agama are the ones that made people think that aranara are forgetful. the second one is the mystery we are trying to solve in this article, but the first one told you everything you need, but its absolutely understandable if you didnt get it in the first time (neither did i if u wonder). in agnihatora sutra the three are aware that the thing theyre going to commit is gonna make them forget everything, so they were hinting it for us carefully, yet not saying directly that they will forget us. in the very end of this questline they tell us about the sacrifice they're going to commit, and that sacrifice is actually their memories, even though its not shown on screen, unlike the sacrifice of arana's memories to get the bija. that is why we were later told that these guys dont emember us while everyone else do.

also there's the fact araja troubles to remember the events of the past, but this dude actually grew into a tree, and just like i said in the cinnamon arama article, that might be the reason of his memory loss. araja also didnt forget everything that he had expirienced before he became a tree, as sometimes he still recalls to some things as his own memories.

after all, aranara gain actual power with memories and it would be weird if you'd randomly forget stuff and lose yo power just like that. they cherish memories more than anything, either these are good or bad, and the idea of forgetting is terrifying to them (the most memorable to me was the moment when arama complained about alcohol cuz it makes people forget stuff. paimon said that sometimes there are things people want to forget, but arama was still negative about that). well, actually there is a thing they cherish more. this thing is called "friendship", and the idea is that even if you forget something, there will be friends who'll remind you, so thats why they are more dear to aranara, even more than the memories. this is as well the idea of "the forest will remember" thing, cuz aranara are friends to all the plants, animals, some humans and each other, so theres just no possibility for the entire forest (all of these things) to forget something. but that still doesnt remove the importance of memories cuz these are power and these are memories, it'll take a lot of time to gain them back, so losing them is only worth when its absolutely necessary. also remember that stories and memories are not the same, so just summarizing things up to someone wont work.

and that concludes my orange explaination, now back to vimana agama mystery!!!!

so my take is that ararycan mustve sacrificed his memories for something. if we'll try to recreate the chronological order of the events of the past, we'll see that aralohita, who possibly was some sort of a buddy to ararycan, disappears after ararycan lost his memories. or if he lost part of them, its possible that aralohita disappeared prior to that. both versions explain why ararycan still remembers the solution to aralohita's riddles.

ararycan once says that he was the one who brought the ruin golem part into the secret cave, but for now he doesnt seem to be as strong, he rather acts like a very brave weakling. as we know, aranara gain power with memories, so no wonder ararycan is a weakling now, not remembering everything. but still, his awareness about some things looking familiar makes me think that he might have lost part of his memories, but how come?

we know that ararycan most likely was the third one alongside royinjan and amadhiah in the past, so all the vamadhas, including the one that was sealing the secret base, most likely were set after the childhood of the two, which means that might happened not too long ago. that might line up with a fact that pir kavikavus accident happened around the same time, because vamadhas were obviously set for reason. i recall ararycan saying that vamadhas are set when aranara dont want nara to enter some certain places, but says that he doesnt know who set these. so i think that actually could be ararycan, but since he lost his memories, no wonder he doesnt remember about it. and so uh, setting these could be resulted in memory loss as it might take some power. he probably did know that amiti device might be used for no good by some foes, so vamadhas are only set in places that either have amiti device fragments in them or places related to it somehow (and nowhere else, by the way, so vamadha is for sure some kind of ararakalari that both ararycan and aralohita used to wield). we can see the direct memory loss from using ararakalari in case of arama, when the one hit one of ruin guards really hard and returned back to goofy. we dont know how the memories amount needed to do some action is measured, but if we connect the dots, it all seems possible.

the only question left is why the heck did ararycan move the detail into the cave and the answer is i dont know. it was def moved before the cave was sealed since roy (seemingly) confirms this place not changing at all since he was a kid, and probably even before the kids found this cave because otherwise someone said something like "dude, i recall this place empty, but then somehow this huge detail appeared here, no clue how tho i dont remember". but why did ararycan move it there is forever a mystery it seems, unless aralohita is confirmed to be his accompany most of the time and prolly found alive ofc. aralohita might say something about it in that case, unless he forgot everything as well. but its all just my silly wishes.

also arama, while summarizing the places we shall visit, says that ararycan may know something about the sus person we were looking for. ararycan later confirms he used to help kids in vimara village cuz arana asked him, but thats all he says, none of details were thrown after that. his wording that marana avatar is capable of the trouble feels weird, but marana avatar to aranara is many things, not only the actual marana avatar, so he could be calling fatui like that. i now think that ararycan could possibly help us with finding out who the sus person is but for whatever reason it was cut down by his own troubling.

and i know that at this moment it feels like im just coping but idc. once again, my speculations have nothing to do with the dottore clone theory, its just a thing im rather comfortable with. fact of the day: dottore is my least favorite character in the entire genshin impact (among some that are somehow major) and i'll be quite disappointed if my precious ararycan turns out to be his clone or creation or whatever. i wont argue with it, i'll only throw, tear and murder.

and that concludes my tractate. it took me the whole day to put in words and i feel empty rn, especially since i dont know many words, and if you ever ask me why am i speaking english if i could just use my first language - none of your business. if u ask me why i made this tractate - none of your business. till the next time.

#genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact #aranara #ararycan #i dont even know if i shall actually mention everyone else whos involved #i guess no cuz its not important to those who will search by tags #imagine you search up dottore and end up bumping into this #oops i already included the dottore word so it'll be indicated in the search results #congratulations to those who found it like that #thoughts

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #163

Where did your first kiss take place? His bed.

Do you prefer foxes or wolves? Red foxes aesthetically, but wolves as a whole as animals.

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? Yeah.

Would you rather never fall in love again or never orgasm again? Well that's easy, never orgasm. Gone 27 years without it and I'm very happy being in love with someone, this isn't even a competition.

What’s the youngest you would consider dating? Probably like, 23 or 24.

Are thongs sexy? They can be, but you won't see me wearing them, and I don't think anyone should feel pressured to, wear whatever on earth is comfortable to you, and those do NOT look comfy.

Did you grow up in a healthy environment? No, my dad was an alcoholic and my parents fought a whole lot.

Could you ever deliver a baby? I don't think I could; abdominal sorts of pain is the kind I handle the worst by far, and I also bleed badly in almost any case of bleeding anywhere, and because of that I'd be very afraid of dying in the process. A c-section would be safest for me, but I feel like even the dad isn't allowed in the room while that's happening? and that would bother me, it'd be his child too and I know it'd be important to me that he was there through the whole thing. Lemme just not have kids, lol.

Do you think suits are sexy? FUCKING YES, on literally any gender.

Would you rather take someone on a date, or be taken on a date? Both really, depends on the day. I think that should be the case regardless of gender.

Where were you when you got your first period? I'd just gotten home from school, I went to the bathroom like I usually did when I got home from school and noticed a small amount of blood. I'm grateful as hell it wasn't an immediately heavy one that woulda mortified me at school.

Do you think Benedict Cumberbatch is hot? I personally don't, but I know plenty of people do, it's all personal preference.

Favourite Disney princess? Mulan.

Have any hair/eye/skin color, which would you choose? I'd love to have like porcelain skin and sapphire blue eyes, and maaaybe naturally blonde hair because that'd be much easier to dye?

Be any weight/body type, which would you choose? I'd love to be a healthy weight, primarily slim and fit, however definitely with a bit of thickness because curvy women are permanently hot forever.

Be any height, which would you choose? Eh I'm fine where I am at 5'4.5'' lol.

What is your current ringtone? Something that came with the phone.

What is your current wallpaper? My lockscreen is actually this really cool layered black and white floral pattern, like the design fades to black in the center, it's really cool. My home screen is some desaturated art pattern of bats, spiderwebs, and more floral work.

Last person you added to your phone contacts? I feel like it was my brother's wife Chelsey.

Go down to your 5th contact, who is it? Girt, actually.

If you had to make a six hour cross-country journey, would you rather take the train, fly or drive? How come? Train, because I've never taken one and I'd feel safer on that than a car or airplane. It seems very fun.

If you could dye your hair any colour in the world, assuming it would look perfect with your colouring, what would you pick and why? Pastel pink! I want that very badly someday and light pink is also my favorite color so I'd feel very at home in it.

What’s your opinion on couples who do literally everything together? Are you like that, or is that like one of your worst nightmares? I feel like it's important to know how to exist happily without them and enjoy your own hobbies also independently, however I don't see a problem with couples doing things together if they're both into something. The degree varies from relationship to relationship, and it's for the couple themselves to establish.

What’s your favourite type of fast food? Is it something you eat a lot or do you try and limit it? This varies between restaurants, however most often I think I go for a burger of some sort. We definitely do try to limit how much we eat out, especially since I've been to the nutritionist, it seems.

Do you believe “once a criminal, always a criminal” or do you think that people can really change and become better? People absolutely can change, 100%.

Does the last person you text messaged have any tattoos or piercings? She has her ears pierced, but that's it. She would like a tattoo, but she's so unwilling to spend money on herself that she just hasn't.

What colour is your wallet/purse? My purse is black, but my wallet is red, white, and black I think, it's a cartoon Harley Quinn design.

Other than your sheets and pillows, what's on your bed right now? Nothing right now.

Do you know a James? Tell me about him. No.

Do you have a favourite photo of the person you love/like? Yes, but he suuuuuuper rarely takes a picture, even less than me.

Explain the last time you laughed really hard. That woulda been Sunday at Girt's place, Charlie (his dog) was pitching a fit over everyone eating in the living room and us not giving him anything, he LITERALLY has a child-like tantrum of just making noises, like this dog deadass talks lmao, even "backtalks," and it is so hilarious. What's even funnier is apparently he doesn't really do that when it's just Girt and his mom or even his sister and nephew, he wanted to show off how big his vocabulary is in front of guests apparently lmfao, that dog is such a character.

Explain your last awkward moment. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA getting a tattoo on my chest, one that at its highest reaches my collarbone, while having an obvious hickey on that side of my neck that for some reason took for fucking ever to go away when it wasn't even that bad, I am so glad the artist just didn't comment on it lmfao

Does the person you love/like have any cute quirks or mannerisms? He probably does, I feel like everyone does, but I can't think of something immediately obvious. You could argue his straight adoration of salad is a quirk, like I don't think your average person enjoys salad even remotely as much as he does, but it's a great thing.

When was the last time you went out to eat? At least a week ago.

Are you attracted to the last person that put their arms around you? Yeah.

Is your ancestry European? Yes.

Do you have a specific talent you’re known for? Writing and photography.

Are you afraid of being cheated on? I've never suspected a partner of doing so, and I've never really worried about it. I definitely never wonder in my current relationship, he's literally been cheated on and it cut him pretty deep, and also with just how adamantly loyal of a person he is, I would never, ever think he'd cheat. We've even talked before about relationship dealbreakers out of curiosity, and I think cheating was the first thing he said, so obviously he has strong feelings about it.

Do you find watching animals in their natural habitat to be exciting and fascinating? YES!!!!!!! I LOVE this shit.

What do you think you are MOST talented at? Probably writing.

Do you know who you want to be the bridesmaids in your wedding? I know some, yeah; I want Mom to be my maid of honor, obviously my sisters will be bridesmaids, and I'd really really love for Mazzy and Tez to be bridesfolk, too; dresses wouldn't be a mandated thing. There are probably a few more people, but those are the people that I think of immediately.

What natural disasters have you experienced? Plenty of hurricanes, and the floods that resulted.

What is the current theme of your bedroom, if you have one? It's in the process of a nature-y makeover; we've ordered a bit of decor so heavier modifying is incoming. :'D

How many states have you lived in? I've lived in North Carolina my entire life.

Who did you last see on webcam? My current psychiatrist.

Have you ever discovered something gross in your food at McDonalds? No.

What’s your favorite Johnny Depp movie? Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I adore his performance as Willy Wonka.

Who is your favorite video game character? Pyramid Head from the Silent Hill franchise.

Of all of your friends’ significant others, who do you get along with best? And least? I don't know any friends' partners.

Have you ever had a platonic friend that everyone insisted you should be in a relationship with? Ha ha Girt. Finally happened and yeah, healthiest relationship I've ever been in.

Do you use a photo editor? Yeah, I have an Adobe subscription that allows me to use Lightroom and Photoshop.

Is your dad overweight? I think he's underweight.

What’s the name of the most recent baby a friend has had? Harper.

Who’s the last person you talked to about sex? Probably Girt, I don't really remember.

Who was the newest addition to your family? Emerson, my youngest niece, if you want the purely technical answer, but I consider the answer to be my boyfriend's immediate family; they put a lot of emphasis on considering my mom and me as part of their family, even prior to marriage, and I feel the absolute exact same about them.

Do you have a drone? No.

Who was the last person to upload a picture with you in it? Hell if I know, I basically never take pictures and even more rarely with others. It mighta been Mom, I don't know.

Do your parents actually knock on your door before entering your room? No, or at least, not always. She never does if I'm alone in a room, but she does sometimes if me and Girt are in there.

What’s your favorite pet name someone calls you? He's only used the word once when comforting me about something, but nothing on the face of the planet beats Girt going in genuine concern and not in a babyish tone, "What's going on honeybear?" BITCH it was SO CUTE

What’s the largest animal you’ve ever seen in person? An orca, as a kid.

When was the last time you were in the hospital? March of last year.

Why were you there? I was suicidal.

Have you ever owned an axolotl? No, I'm not interested in them as pets, but they're adorable and very cool animals.

Do you enjoy learning about conspiracy theories? YES I DO.

Does your significant other/crush know about your Tumblr? Does he/she look at it? HAHAHAHA I SURE AS HELL HOPE NOT

Does your family own a business? No.

Are you a believer in “signs” from the universe about things in your life? If you are, can you think of a particular example? Nope.

Who was your favorite Disney princess as a child? Ariel.

Who was the last smoker you were around? Did they smoke around you? Girt's sister's boyfriend, and no, he went outside.

Do you know how to fish? Yes, though I will say tactics vary depending on a lot of factors.

Do you think age matters in friendship? Nope. I absolutely believe a friendship between an adult and minor should be monitored, but it's totally possible for different age groups to be friends.

Do you use tampons or pads? Or both? Pads, even though I hate both of them. I used tampons for years, but eventually stopped and resorted back to pads because I'd become too painfully aware of how uncomfortable tampons were for me constantly; not going into detail, but it's quite a big reason I think I may have a tilted uterus, something I plan on asking the gyno about next time I go.

Have you ever had a severe allergic reaction? No.

Who is one YouTuber you would like to meet? Markiplier as far as meeting someone I look up and enjoy as a person, but meeting Gab Smolders would also be super cool because I think we could be super good friends, haha.

Who was the last person you blocked on social media? Why? Sara's Instagram, because I don't want her to know a damn thing going on in my personal life.

Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I walked; I'm pretty sure I didn't want to, I just wanted my damn diploma and never come back, but for some reason I did it.

Have you ever tried to break a Guinness World Record? No, I don't really care about that sorta stuff.

When, where, and why did a needle last pierce your skin? Exactly a week ago to finish the tattoo that's on the left region of my chest.

Who is the youngest gay person you know? I don't know.

Have you ever watched an animal being eaten by another animal? I know I've watched cats eat mice and similar animals when I was a kid and we had dozens of outdoor cats (terrible idea, don't do that), and I know I've seen vultures eating roadside carrion. I also feed my snake rats, although they're just thawed out from already being dead; it's so normal by now that I barely make the association of feeding my pet something that was once a living animal, if that makes any sense.

Has your best friend ever seen you naked? Not all my clothes off at once, no, however he's seen basically everything, just different body parts at different times, he knows I'm really uncomfortable with my body and doesn't push me, we explore new things once I tell him I'm fine with it.

Do you get mad when your current bf/gf talks about an ex? No, but that's not something he really does to begin with, almost ever. I think the only time he's brought them up has been in a "please don't do what this person did" sort of way. Girt's also just really private about relationship stuff so doesn't bring it up for no good reason.

Do you know anybody who was abused? Yes, this sadly is not rare.

Do your parents volunteer anywhere? My mom cleans the church she goes to, yes. Once upon a time she was paid for it but isn't now due to disability reasons, so she's literally doing it out of the kindness of her heart now.

Do you get along with your best friend’s parents? I love his mom to death, but I never met his dad. Girt's told me we woulda disagreed on A LOT, but he feels he still would've ultimately loved me.

Have you ever been in a relationship where you didn’t get along with the person’s parents? No.

What is the best thing you can draw? Meerkats, they're the very primary thing I draw ever. I'm not outstanding, like there's still room for improvement for sure, but I don't think I'm bad.

Has anyone you know ever had serious surgery before? Oh yeah, primarily my mom for both cancers she's had; the kidney tumor she had was bigger than the kidney itself, and she had a complete hysterectomy (with definitely added difficulty) from her nearly fatally aggressive ovarian cancer that was spreading to things nearby, can't remember the term for it. Both got so severe LITERALLY just because she didn't want to go to the doctor for herself because of money, she wound up in the hospital both times out of what became complete necessity. I love America's healthcare system don't you??????

Who has the best taste in music in your family? Besides myself obviously haha, Mom. We agree on the most stuff.

What animal did you last pet or hold? My cat.

#survey #surveys #random questions #personal questions

[dadbodsarehot]

i have entirely too much free time on my hands

#joseph.txt #mgs #kazuhira miller #if anyone wants screens of these patterns lemme know #i cant post designs but i will give them to you #peace and love

[havin-a-wee]

Doctor's Orders

pairing: gynecologist!harry x reader/doctor!harry x reader

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: smut, fingering

this is so long overdue i apologize but this is a request! i kinda love this piece so i hope you guys do too!

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You sucked in a harsh breath as you heard your name being called from the front desk, the smiley old lady gesturing for you to follow her. You timidly walked behind her, your feet shuffling on the obnoxiously patterned carpet that lined the hallways.

You aren’t one to fear doctor’s appointments, in fact, you have never been apprehensive about going to one until right now. This appointment was something you’ve been avoiding for a while since you had moved to London, but there came a point where you couldn’t put it off for any longer. Back in the states, you were comfortable with your gynecologist, and you had no issue talking to her about problems you were having regarding your genitalia. But now that you were in a new city, you didn’t have the comfort that came with visiting a long-term doctor and faced new ones for the first time since you were a child. The rest of the doctor’s visits were pretty standard, but your private parts were something you struggled with understanding, Sure, you have seen porn and had sex, but it was never a fulfilling experience. In fact, you have never reached an orgasm. About a year ago you gave up on looking for men to help you and made it a mission to bring yourself to a climax. But alas, none of your efforts seemed to work. At this point, you were convinced that something was wrong with you, hence the gynecologist visit. Male gynecologist, that is.

Over the past month, you have spent a lot of time researching gynecologists in your area. The first one that came up was the one you are at now, but considering his gender you continued your hunt. But it kept leading you back to this one doctor, Dr. Styles, and that was why you are currently sitting in an exam room in his office.

You reassured yourself by looking up his name on your smartphone, scrolling through the 5-star reviews. The number of people who seemed to absolutely love this guy helped settle your nerves, so you read through them as you waited for a knock on the door.

That knock finally arrived a few minutes later, and you picked your head up and looked at the wooden door. “Come in!”

A head popped inside from behind the door as it was pushed open, and the doctor’s eyes found yours while he made his way into the small room. He’s tall, with a mop of chocolate brown curls on his head and bright green eyes accompanied by a friendly smile. He sat down, eyes never leaving yours until he placed his computer down and the screen lit up.

“‘Ello Darlin, m’Dr. Styles, but y’can call me Harry if you’d like.” He stuck out a hand, and your palm swiftly met his, the two of you looking at one another as you shook hands. His hands were enormous, and the rings placed on his fingers were cold to the touch. “Considering you’re a new patient, I took a peek at y’records and such, and I saw that y’ve always had a female gyno.”

You nodded your head slowly, opening your mouth to respond but getting cut off by Dr. Styles. “So I just wanted t’let y’know tha’ theres nothing t’be ashamed off, and I know what I’m doin’ so I promise you’re in expert hands.”

“Yeah, I was nervous, but I couldn’t ignore the amazing reviews people have given you, so I made an appointment.” You appreciated his reassurance a lot, and it really helped in the easing of your jitters. He turned back to his computer after nodding in response to you, clicking on a few keys before diverting his attention back to you.

“So what seems t’be the problem today Y/N?” An initial wave of shock hit you when he said your name, but it quickly dissolved when you remembered that he literally has access to all your medical information, so of course, he knows your name.

“This is a bit of an odd thing to come in for on my first appointment with you, but I think my vagina doesn’t work.” You let out a breathy chuckle at your own words. Dr. Styles seemed unphased by your forwardness, and you assumed he had heard a lot more abrasive things than that. “I’m a 22-year-old woman, but I’ve never had an orgasm. For the past year I’ve been focusing on doing it without a partner, but no matter how much time I spent or how many fancy toys I buy, I just end up feeling unsatisfied and disappointed.” He nodded along as you explained your issue, placing his chin in his hand while his elbow was placed on the desk.

“Have y’had any STD tests recently?”

“Yes, I had one last week, I’m clean and I’ve never had one in the past.”

“Is there any possibility tha’ you’re pregnant?”

“No, I haven’t slept with anyone in over a year.” You knew what questions he would ask, so to avoid wasting time you were giving him all the information he would need.

“When y’are sleeping with someone, do y’feel any sort of pleasure?”

“Yeah, but it’s just never enough, I guess.” His lips curled into an expression of concentration, and he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek. The room was silent for all of around 30 seconds, but soon enough Dr. Styles spoke up.

“Based on yeh’ history and what y’telling me, it seems that y’just haven’t found the right bloke.” Your eyebrows lifted in surprise at his simple answer. It couldn’t be that simple, could it? “M’guessing y’can’t get y’self off cause’ y’tense and not fully relaxed. And the guys y’ve been with ave’all been doin’ a rubbish job.” He chuckled along with you, and you couldn’t help but agree with him. There was no one you could think of that had actually made you feel good the entire time and had actually focused on your pleasure and theirs. Most of the hookups you took part in were with frat boys who would stick their dick into anything with a hole. “But just in case, lemme’ check y’out just to make sure.”

He stood up from his chair and you swung your legs up on the cot, laying down on it. While you had waited for the doctor, you changed into the gown you were provided with, so there was only a thin piece of fabric between you and the curly-headed man that had taken a seat at the end of the seat.

It was now that you were faced with a dilemma that your anxious brain hadn’t even thought of prior to the appointment.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive.

Dr. Styles was attractive. Like, really, really attractive. And probably because of the nature of your discussion (and the fact that your body is severely desperate for sexual release), your core had been heating up since he first stepped into the room. So now, he would lift the skirt of the gown and see a pool of velvety wetness coating the inside of your thighs.

The back of the seat was propped up, allowing you to see him. This was a good thing for him because he could talk to you while he does his job, but it means you will have to look at him after he sees the mess you’ve made.

“May I?” His fingers gripped onto the edges of the gown, and you swallowed hoarsely before nodding your approval. While you know that he probably has witnessed much more embarrassing situations than the one you were in right now, it didn’t make the predicament any better. As you suspected, he kept a straight face when he lifted the flimsy material from your legs. Without taking a second glance, he turned to a bottle on his desk and pumped a dollop of lube onto his glove-clad fingertips. He used his other gloved hand to spread the lubricant, only turning back to you when his two fingers were both well coated in the substance. “Y’alright?” Once again, you nodded at his question. “Tell me with words darlin’, wanna make sure y’comfortable.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. What kind of exam are you doing exactly?” That question popped into your mind right before it rolled off your tongue because you noticed he had never specified exactly what he was looking for.

“M’just gonna use m’finger,” he held his lube-covered fingers, “and feel around, just t’make sure everythins’ fine.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“M’gonna start now, s’gonna be cold at first.”

You hissed when his fingers met your sopping hole, and you had to resist the urge to kick your legs while he slowly pushed his fingers inside of you. The feeling was strange, but definitely not unwelcome. The contrast from his icy fingers to your warm center was sending a tingling sensation down your spine. You could feel his fingers push around inside of you, caressing your walls. And you know you shouldn’t. But his fingers were hitting all the right nerves, and you couldn’t help but find the experience immensely pleasurable.

Despite your best efforts, a small moan of satisfaction escaped your lips. Immediately, you went stiff, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. You just moaned while your doctor had his fingers inside you. For a moment you thought he would ignore the sexual noise that you had just made. But he suddenly looked up at you, his eyes previously locked on his fingers.

“Well, if y’moanin’ just from that, y’more sexually deprived than I thought.” He chuckled, and you cracked a small smile, but that was before his words actually hit you.

Was he, hitting on you?

Maybe not flirting, but that definitely wasn’t something that doctors say to their patients very often. His smirk was also giving you the idea that he had certain intentions.

“Everything seem good down’ere, so I think tha’ problem is with the guys y’gettin with, not you. What type of people do y’usually sleep with.”

“When I was sexually active, it was usually frat boys, so I guess I should’ve known I wasn’t the problem.” You let out a small laugh, Dr. Styles seems to have found it much more amusing, as his chuckle came from deep within his chest. A small movement came with the laugh, which also reminded you that his fingers were still very much inside of you.

“It seems y’need someone who knows his way around,” he cleared his throat, and you smiled as you realized what he was hinting at. “and y’my last paitent of the day, so m’more than happy t’help y’out.” He looked down at his feet shyly, and you found it adorable how he was nervous about what he was proposing. But you were on the verge of tears from how hard it was to hold back your physical response to his touches. Your body relaxed when the words came out of his mouth, and you let out the whine that had been building up in your throat.

“Yes-Harry, god yes.” It was the first time you were using his first name, but the smirk on his face showed his approval.

He quickly removed his fingers from your heat, and you whined again, this time in frustration. Losing contact left you feeling cold, but that feeling only lasted a fleeting moment, as soon as he was pushing his fingers into you again, this time bare.

“Y’already so wet love, what got y’this worked up hmm?”

“Y-you, Harry, I want you.” You tripped over your words, but they came out clear enough for him to understand because he began moving his fingers at the encouragement. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, and you knew he must have been right about not being with the right guys before, because the simple movements left you as putty in his hands. You barely got any pleasure from fingering in your other sexual encounters, but you were already a moaning mess underneath the man. He lifted his other hand, which had also had the glove on it removed, and placed the pad of his finger on your puffy clit. You mewled loudly and his smirk widened.

“Any o’those boys ever make y’feel this good darlin’?” You shook your head furiously, and he smiled, rubbing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You were already seeing stars, and you could feel an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. “Y’so pretty, did y’know tha’?”

You couldn’t muster up enough strength to respond to his second question, but the loud moan that you let out was enough of an answer for him. His movements sped up, fingers pumping in and out of you and his other thumb pressing circles on your button.

“Harry-”

“Think y’close darlin’? Ready t’come fo’ the first time?”

“Yes, yes..” Your voice trailed off when a guttural moan rumbled through your throat. Although you haven’t had one before, you were sure that he was about to bring you to an orgasm. There was a tight feeling in your stomach and you knew it was just about to burst.

“Fuck-”

The knot burst and your orgasm rolled through your body, reaching every nerve inside of you. The feeling was euphoric, and your senses were heightened as your body experienced this new feeling.

“Thas’ it, good girl,” he cooed, slowing his movements and removing his fingers from your now overly sensitive clit. He worked you through your orgasm until fully removing his fingers from you, and you let out a sigh as he did so. “Definitely not somethin’ wrong with ya’, I can tell y’that.”

He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture, your smile only faltering when he turned away to write something down. You took the opportunity to get up and change, quickly dressing while his back was turned.

He turned in his chair to face you once again, handing you a small piece of paper. You took it from between his fingers to see a phone number scribbled on it in black ink.

“Is Doctor Styles giving me his number?” You said it in a cheeky way, smirking back at him.

“Yes, and he’s telling you to text him when you get home. Doctor’s orders.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #blurb #one shot #request #harrys styles request #harry styles fic #one direction #smut #fluff

[emonaculate]

Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

[nickgerlich]

Something To Drink About

When Southdale Center opened in Edina Minnesota in 1956, it was the nation’s first indoor mall. Little did anyone know then that it would was prototype for an entirely new generation of shopping experiences, one based on the nascent car culture of the day, as well as fuel for a consumer-driven suburban lifestyle.

That first mall was designed by Austrian architect Victor Gruen, who later had misgivings of his contribution to the American landscape. It was somewhat ironic that Gruen, a socialist, would design the ultimate shrine to capitalism. His beliefs ultimately got the better of him, and he disavowed any paternalism.

What was supposed to be a communal center of shopping, arts, and entertainment modeled after the Greek Agora, a “third place” that Starbucks eventually became in more recent years, he concluded these retail behemoths had “ruined our cities.”

Today, malls are having to reinvent themselves, at least the ones that have survived thus far. Although they had started to wobble pre-COVID under the weight of evolving shopping patterns and the movement to e-commerce, the pandemic sent many malls and their tenants into panic.

But people are starting to crawl out of their hermited existence, albeit to malls with many empty spaces. And in an effort to fill those malls with anything that might attract people, malls are increasingly adding sports and craft beer to their rosters. Even pickleball.

The thinking is that, by attracting people to do these fun activities, they might actually stay to shop. At minimum, more leases equates to higher revenues for mall management, at a time when some of them have resorted to buying retail chains if only to guarantee they have some of their spaces filled.

I’m not sure which is worse, though: boarded up and vacant shops, or tenants that have nothing to do with shopping. The latter strikes me as an act of desperation, not so much well-thought marketing strategy. When I start seeing non-retail services in malls, I begin thinking of a mall that is on its last legs.

Westgate Mall in Amarillo is a good example of a shopping center dealt a couple of sucker punches. With both Sears and Bealls pulling out in the last couple of years, the mall found itself with only three of its five anchor positions filled. But now the old Bealls store is going to be home to Urban Air Adventure Park, with a variety of activities from mini golf to laser tag, rock walls, and pickleball.

Personally, I like the notion of a craft brewery at a mall, and have actually seen it deployed successfully in more than one location. But if it has only an exterior entrance, it might not fulfill the wishes of mall management, because it would be (actually, let’s just say that it was) too convenient to eat, drink, and run.

Still, I have long contended that department stores should have recliners and draft beer on hand for orphaned husbands while their wives tried on clothes. A brewery raises this to a much better level, because there would be selection, food, and big-screen TVs. “Knock yourself out, honey. You know where I’ll be.”

In fact, I can picture some husbands saying, “Dear, you look like you could use a little retail therapy. Lemme grab my special mug, and we’ll run down to the mall for a while.”

Still, I can’t help but also picture Mr. Gruen smiling in his grave, if only because the very thing he created may actually be turning into what he envisioned. It’s not perfect, but it does address the entertainment aspect, along with food and beverage. It may not include the arts, but that could always be added later.

All this, of course, assuming that people still want to venture out to shop. About the only thing that will get me to a shopping center of any kind is an Apple store. It’s my playground. And if someone put a craft brewery next door to it, it would be even better.

Just leave your pickleball racket in the car. Because I don’t want anyone hitting balls around my mug.

Dr “I’ll Have The IPA, Please“ Gerlich

Audio Blog

#marketing #shopping #malls #retail #craft breweries #pickle ball

[misterbitches]

i live in a universe where if i were to walk down the street i could get murdered willy nilly cos im black but men are out here going around being like “my boyfriend and i met when he was a junior in high school” i don’t believe in jail and i try not to make jail jokes but HOW IS THAT FAIR? JAIL!!! GUILLOTINE!!!! GET THIS MAN A RETIREMENT FUND AND A THERAPIST

that dialogue was fucking embarrassing. he shoulda just said “im 12 yrs older than him” no one needs to know u were 30 dating a 17 year old u insecure freak. retire bitch and get away from her

 i wanted muren so badly to be like “LMAO SRY didnt mean to seem surprised i just like men my own age i guess?” i wouldnt have even apologized if i was surprised. my friend was dating someone ten yrs younger than him and i made fun of him for it and he was like “i know” bc he does know.

just a tip: i don’t like getting hit on by men way older than me, a lot of people don’t. i’ve had men who are 36 interested in me when i was 23, and i reciprocated, but now as i am 29 and older i realize how much it confused me and how i didn’t like it.

age gaps are what they are. ther’es many times i do not like it especially if it is a pattern (this is what happens in tv shows and movies and the opposite of that isn’t gay age gaps or power imbalances or women much older than a younger man ok that’s not progress it’s just peopl ewanting to be like cis men and no one wants that) and esp if the person’s peers are all their ages. people seem to forget that we travel in the same social circles on purpose due to our environments and also our world experiences. the only way to meet an older man is outside of school and yet adults can’t seem to control themselves?

i saw this person who was one of the editors of sexual hegemony (a book on capitalism and homophobic laws and sex basically idk google it it’s interesting) and he was trying to have a foucultian outlook (i hate focault btw doesn’t mean what he says wasnt interesting but it does mean i am not okay with psychosexual philosophers who take advantage of people. the only testament against him having reltaions with younger people is a bunch of young people i nfucking tunisia and there’s an excuse that he wasn’t a fucking pedophile he was those ebebebbeopopopo people and it doesnt matter when ur in fucking tunisia as a white french algerian fucking preying on children) how age of consent laws desexualize younger people. they were passed for  abunch of reasons like any law but here is the thing

we have no business in being in spaces to determine children’s sexual identity and teenagers in their own realm. THEY need to figure it out. our job as adults is to PROTECT THEM full stop. not intrude on their lfe and not give them the tools to decide for themselves. age of consent laws are meant to protect not to facilitate children against some boogeyman of sex. the issue is the way our society views it but young people are sexual AS YOUNG PEOPLE. it has NOTHING to do with adults and it shouldn’t. that’s why it is extra fucking intrusive when you are literally wedged into someone’s life who you have no business being around. it’s only by fucking circumstance. it’s abysmal and not cute. 

what this tells me is that the age gap is salacious. not in the way that i was 23 and a man was 36. in the way that he was 17 and this dude was 29. that’s interesting right? it’s “oooh” and it means we shouldn’t balk at it. saying 12 years would have sufficed, raises some eyebrows, and we can figure out the dynamics after but you just had to put that in BECAUSE YOU FUCKING LIKE IT but the thing is there’s no part of it that was fun. i’m just going to assume you like fucking teenagers bc that’s what it’s telling me lmao

i rarely talk about this couple but to put them in my eyeballs and then have that stupid conversation it was insulting lmao god please get a fucking script supervisor fuck but none of them care about sotry or any of what i fucking laid out. how stupid and careless and just unfun. i don’t like it. also ew at the idea of 2 tops and 2 bottoms talking oh my god i am gonna give myself a heart attack i’m already so fucking anxious i have to see my family lemme chill

im 29 and feel bad having a crush on a 23 year old CELEBRITY ok and i SHOULD feel ashamed and it’s not even a big deal that’s how everyone should approach life tbqh u walk around like ur 100 yrs old to avoid children. oh what’s that this korean cebrity learned english and moved to america to start a family with me and i find him very hot and i like his voice but we’re 6 years apart i’m not sure if i would work (how fun of a drama would that be. pointless and ridiculous. i love it.)

oh there’s a great review on CMBYN and its history and how the isolation and seeclusion was so fuckign capitalist bougie patriarchy and yea idk if anyone is interested. i think it’s ironic the ending for the people in CMBYN irl bc it’s just. so indicative of this shit. i dont like guadignino (idk is that how u spell his name) and think he’s not a great....person or director (i love the look of suspiria tho likke visually and edited. the DP was thai btw! he did an amazing job!!!) but it critiques this film from a perspective of someone who clearly at least cares about artistry, no matter how poorly i think he executes it, and just how hollow it is. the thing about “escapism” is that it relies on the harsh realities of the world to make it opposite, everything has context, nothing is apolitical. to make something that exists in a vacuum is negligent and it doesn’t help you escape it makes you even more tied to this world and its flaws because it doesn’t do anything to mitigate it.

people view it as like “we can put something stupid on screen and people have to accept it in this world” but that isn’t how IT WORKS. you hvae to build up the stakes of the world. but i can’t see introducing some “taboo” (see: stupid) elements and pretending the escapism is seeing this and allowing it. how could it be when the problem is the nature of the rship itself? what world are you taking us to? and why does this world ignore the pressing realities? and i wouldnt say either of these are explicit escapism (i think i hate that word now) becuase um they arent. this fantastical generally rich people escapism isn’t about bending things that don’t work to mold it into our society because WE DO THAT ALREADY it’s about taking those things and twisting them to something we can accept and like or something that has real consequences for people. it’s so funny how marketing and the idea of pc culture and shit and conservative ideology seeps into these. they have  an explicit interest in holding the status quou of taking advantage of people and using their power; age is a huge structure to do so. in this society when we struggle why would its existence not be challenged? because rape, ridiculous rships, abusive rships, torture etc is a power move, conservatives rest on it and people who gain power. what about that is appealing? making it gay? well, no. especially because men DO have power. 

every fucking thing in BL is a reflection of of patriarchy honestly. i can admit that and i’m not okay with it but it’s consumption. there’s a way to make this decent or entertaining without it being so fucking poorly done. and atp i dont even want to call things bl it’s a tv show just bc it’s for a certain audience doesnt mean anything do better idiots

#i am soooooo #history 4 #history 4: close to you #history 3 #history 3: make our days count

[really-awkward-pics-of-janus]

For the headcanon thing/ Janus is super bad at expressing his personal emotions and desires. So the rare occasions he actually does try to express these personal/honest things, it's almost hard to tell. He expresses them through various ways. From small glances to a light cough or the fumbling of his hands, to him playing a sad piano song because he's sad or him adding 3 sugar cubes to his tea because he's happy, or viciously scrubbing dishes if he's upset. He's just actually very shy.

lemme judge you

hardhardhard agree. janus is all about his subtleties & the fact is very obvious in the moments where the camera pans to him yet he says nothing, only shifting his expression or posture. janus watches more than anything. i keep meaning to go through the scripts & compare his amount of lines to an average one character-centric episode but without having done so, i’m willing to bet janus has fewer lines than average just because of how much of his screen time is spent watching everyone.

his face is an open book but only to a degree that he’s conscious of. he allows himself to be easily read which is to say, what you’re reading isn’t always the truth. as far as his frustration & anger go, however, it’s not something so easily controlled, & both are emotions he feels most frequently when interacting with the proclaimed ‘light’ sides. therefore, “quick to anger” is high on their list of descriptors for janus, who otherwise is graceful, calm, observant, & thoughtful. 

remus knows his little tells the best, next to virgil who sees right through janus’ acts but often doubts his own conclusions, tending to favor assuming the worst of deceit. despite the fact that janus has never told remus that he loves him, he knows. it’s so obvious, how could anyone miss it? & even though janus despises having his emotions read, wanting to stay enigmatic & obscure, he’s begrudgingly grateful for the moments where remus can tell he’s having a rough day; the angle of his book held too low for his eyes to really be reading the words there, sweets gone uneaten despite his notorious sweet tooth, because remus is very good at distracting him, even if it’s with exasperation.

i don’t know if i’d say janus is shy as much as he is modest, chaste, deliberate, demure. he has a distinct austen vibe to his speech pattern & mannerisms, in my interpretation at least. when it comes to admitting his feelings, i’d say shyness plays a small roll but mostly he just loathes saying anything directly. i always chalk the fact up to his disdain for societal norms & how distrustful he is in general. he may love the sides but he doesn’t trust them not to get in his way, because at the end of the day it’s thomas that janus loves the most. it’s thomas janus would do absolutely anything for, & sometimes performing that agenda demands keeping things close to the chest.

#i didn't mean to write anything other than that i agreed but #here we are #answered #headcanons #Anonymous

[junetuesday]

sweetener - [thirteen]

Good Vibes and Good Times

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader - uni AU

Word Count:  5338

Warnings: alcohol, smut (fun stuff that i dont want to spoil by putting a warning for lmao), more alcohol, food, cuteness, fluff

A/N: not to toot my own horn but another update within a month???? who is she??? lemme know what you think of this chapter there’s some stuff in here i’ve never written before (and i kinda went off on a tangent oops) so im interested to hear your thoughts! as always thank you for the love on the last chapter and this series in general, it really means the world to me!

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Updates: stay tuned....tentatively scheduled for march 1st?

As far as you were concerned, Refreshers Week was off to a great start. Though it was supposed to be a repeat of the first week of the academic year (aka Freshers Week), filled with nights out, drinking, and yet more nights out, you were taking a slightly different route this time.

You’d woken up from your post-Nandos nap on Friday to Liv knocking on your door telling you to get up and start getting ready after she’d gotten no reply to her text messages. You and Tom had slept a little longer than you’d intended, but you supposed that was your own fault for not setting an alarm. After speedily getting ready, you both joined the girls and Jack and a few of Liv’s friends downstairs for predrinks and a few rounds of Ring of Fire. The night got a bit blurry after the dirty pint you had to down hit you in the taxi on the way to the SU, but from what you did remember you had a good night, and the rest of the weekend was spent hungover, snoozing, eating junk food, and just generally enjoying your new found freedom.

Come Monday night, you and Tom were curled up together on the sofa in your living room. There was a “special guest” at the union, which meant they were charging £25 a ticket for some DJ you had never heard of, so both of you had decided to stay in and have some drinks at home instead. Madison and Liv had gone out and gone to predrinks elsewhere, so you had the house to yourselves - which meant you could watch a movie downstairs on the TV instead of in your room on your laptop. It also meant that instead of being squished together on your bed you were lounging on the sofa (not that you minded being squished, but still). You had your back to the arm of the sofa, your legs laying across Tom’s lap while he sat with his feet propped up on the coffee table, a blanket covering your both your legs.

“Can I ask you something?” he said after taking a sip of his drink, lowering his glass to rest on your blanket-covered thigh as you nodded. “What’s going on in this film?”

A valid question - one you weren’t sure anyone really knew the answer to.

“To be honest,” you chuckled, “I don’t really know? I’ve seen it like six times and I still don’t really get it but I still enjoy it.”

“Right...okay.”

“Plus,” you raised your glass, gesturing at the TV. “Look at baby Jake Gyllenhaal - in’t he cute?”

Tom laughed at that, shrugging. “I guess?”

“It’s nearly over anyway.”

That was a lie, it wasn’t nearly over, but you had a feeling you probably weren’t going to make it through the entirety of Donnie Darko this evening. On several occasions you’d felt Tom’s eyes on you, but each time you’d looked over at him out of the corner of your eye he’d been staring straight ahead at the TV, or looking down at his glass as he took a drink, or otherwise not looking at you.

After one such occasion, you set your now empty glass down on the table, licking your lips as you swallowed the last of your wine. You were feeling a little tipsy by then, the tips of your fingers and the depths of your belly starting to feel tingly. Lower parts of your body were also feeling a little something too, and while the wine probably did have something to do with it, it was also because of the boy beside you.

Your right arm rested across the back of the sofa behind his head, your fingers beginning to card through his hair. You kept your vision fixed straight ahead, eyes on the TV screen as your fingertips brushed his skin, rubbing gentle circles at the edge of his hairline behind his ear. Sat so close together, you practically on top of him, you could hear his breathing shift as he took a deep breath in. You looked over at him again as he exhaled, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed harshly. This time he met your gaze, his eyes flicking down to your lips as his tongue darted out to wet his own before tilting his head to kiss you.

You sat up more as the kiss quickly deepened, though the positioning of your bodies on the sofa made the angle a little awkward. You hardly noticed, though, and before long Tom’s glass was sat beside yours on the coffee table, the blanket was discarded on the floor, and you were climbing into his lap, your knees either side of his thighs on the sofa. Your hands cupped his face as your lips reconnected, his holding your waist - though they didn’t stay there for very long, roaming your body as you kissed deeply, messily, all probing tongues and panted breaths. Grinding down onto him, you could feel him growing harder through his sweatpants, pressing against you through the soft material.

“We should, um” you swallowed, trying to focus as Tom’s hand in your hair tilted your head to the side so he could kiss along your jaw. “Should go upstairs...”

He hummed against your skin like he agreed, but then he started sucking on your neck, so it was all a little contradictory. Still, you reasoned, you might as well let him finish what he started, so you closed your eyes, leaning into his hand and rolling your hips against his as his teeth nipped at your skin.

Once he was done there though, you knew you really should move things up to your room - partly because it’s just common courtesy not to have sex on communal areas of the house, and partly because these sofas were here when you moved in and you dreaded to even think what horrors they had seen, let alone get naked on them. So, you placed your hands on Tom’s shoulders to steady yourself and pulled back, feeling a little wobbly as you got to your feet - for various reasons, from the wine, to him kissing your neck, to your legs starting to go numb from being folded up underneath you. Once you were upright you held out your hands, tugging Tom up off the sofa and towards the stairs.

You parted ways halfway up, sending him on up to your room while you made a pittstop at the bathroom. You checked your reflection in the mirror as you dried your hands - a little dishevelled, sure, your hair ruffled and swollen, but you were pretty sure that was mostly Tom’s doing so you weren’t too concerned about fixing it. Alcohol and lust were at just such a point in your system that you were, shall we say, feeling yourself more than you would have been on an average Monday night, a little pep in your step as you made your way up to your bedroom.

Opening your door, you saw Tom sitting on the edge of your bed, and it was only as you reached behind you to shut the door that you noticed what he was actually doing.

“What are you doing?”

You were frozen, your hand still clasped around your door handle as your eyes flicked back and forth between the bottom drawer of your bedside cabinet and Tom, who was sitting staring into it.

“Nothing!” He blurted, looking up at you with an innocent smile on his face before turning back to the open drawer. “What’s that?”

What’s that?? He knew full well what it was, and you both knew it.

“It’s - I-”

“I wasn’t like, going through your stuff or anything,” Tom’s eyes went wide as he turned his attention back to you, shaking his head hurriedly. “I mean I guess I was but not like that, I was just going to get a thing- a condom- ‘cause, I dunno I thought-”

“It’s okay,” you said as you finally moved further into your room, beginning to try and gather your thoughts into something besides ahhhh!!!!! and oh???. You really hadn’t expected to come upstairs to find Tom discovering your vibrator, but sometimes life’s like that, you supposed - full of surprises.

“...sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said again as you approached him, managing an awkward chuckle this time.

“...can I look at it?”

An odd mixture of embarrassed and exhilarated and turned on and just plain uhhhh???? filled your mind and body as you considered Tom’s question. Quite honestly, you’d forgotten it was even in there, seeing as you hadn’t used it in a while. You’d had no need to, your sexual pleasure quite literally out of your hands as of late - and when you were using it, it was hardly something you advertised. The girls didn’t even know you had it - it was like your little secret. But maybe it didn’t have to be..?

“I guess?”

You sat down beside him as he reached into the drawer, into the little box where you kept the condoms you’d gotten from Liv, and plucked your vibrator from its hiding place. The little purple bullet fit neatly in the palm of his hand, about three inches long and tapered into a point at one end. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from giggling as Tom held his hand out flat, lifting it up to get a closer look as though he was holding some sort of rare lizard.

“How does it work?”

“There’s a button on the-”

“-oh right, okay.” Tom cut you off as you gestured to the end closest to his wrist, turning the bullet in his hand.

Holding it like you would a pen, he clicked the button on top, his eyes widening as it began to vibrate.

“You can click it again,” you chuckled quietly. “It’s got like different settings.”

“Oh...OH. Jesus Christ-”

You giggled as Tom cycled through the varying patterns and intensities, watching his reactions.

“Yeah, to be honest I think there’s too many like, it’s not really necessary.”

“Oh yeah? Which ones don’t you like, then? Or, I guess, which ones do you like?”

“Ahhhh,” you covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks hot beneath your palms as you groaned. “I dunno, this is weird…”

Tom laughed at that, and when you peeked out from between your fingers at him you could see he had a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“Why’s it weird?”

“I dunno…”

To be fair to him, you didn’t really have an answer to that. Perhaps it was because you’d felt uncomfortable about buying a sex toy in the first place, like by purchasing something purely for your own sexual pleasure as as single girl you were somehow committing to being alone, as though it were some sort of symbol that you didn’t have someone else to give you orgasms, or something like that. Which you knew was ridiculous when you really thought about it, something that was likely rooted in the notion that women shouldn’t really enjoy sex or watch porn or that they don’t (or rather shouldn’t) masturbate - and they certainly shouldn’t be buying things with which to pleasure themselves. You hadn’t thought about it as explicitly as that at the time, of course, it was only after a drunken heart-to-heart with a random girl in the toilets of the SU about feminism and the patriarchy that you linked your embarrassment about ordering a vibrator online with internalised misogyny. In any case, all that internal toing and froing had quickly dissipated once you used it for the first time and you came so quickly and so hard you had to have a little lie down afterwards. But even still, having Tom see it, talking to him about it, maybe even using it with him, was entirely different. Somehow. Despite the fact that you’d been extremely intimate with him on several occasions already...he’d literally seen your arsehole, for Christ’s sake. Okay, so maybe it’s not that weird…if anything this is less intimate than like, oral, right?

Tom leaned back on the bed while you were trying to decide whether or not you felt “weird”, propping himself up on his elbows and passing your vibrator to his left hand so that it was on his other side - meaning that if you wanted to take it from him, you’d have to lean over him. Little shit.

Twisting to face him, you held out your hand and fixed what you hoped was a stern expression to your face.

“Give it to me.”

Tom glanced between you and your vibrator, securely clutched in his hand, narrowing his eyes when he looked at you.

“Why?”

“...Because.”

You reached across him to try and grab it, but he was faster, stretching his arm up out of your reach as he laughed.

“That’s not an answer!”

Your arm stretched out too, but you couldn’t quite reach. Your body draped over his as you leant over him, trying to reach his hand. Flat on his back on the bed, Tom pushed his feet against the floor to scramble further back onto the bed. You clambered on top of him, both of you giggling drunkenly as you clawed at his wrist - until his right hand was pulling your face down to meet his, and you felt him laugh against your lips before he kissed you.

Your hand fell away from his like you’d forgotten what you were reaching for, your fingers weaving into the curls at the back of his neck instead. Your hands in his hair kept him close as the two of you rolled over, his body a pleasant weight on top of your own. You were vaguely aware of the dull sound of the bullet vibrating low and steady in his fist somewhere beside you as you kissed, but you became rather more attuned to it when he started to trail it slowly down your side. Tom shifted off you slightly, and you let your leg fall to the side as he traced a line with the tip of the bullet, across your hip and down towards your inner thighs, following the seam of your knickers through the thin material of your leggings.

You sighed as he started kissing your neck again, picking up where he left off downstairs. In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.

Reaching down, you placed your hand over his, clicking the button on the vibrator until it was vibrating in waves, steadily growing stronger with each turn before fading away again. You guided Tom’s hand to slowly tease your pussy through your clothes, rubbing the length of the bullet up and down between your folds.

He pulled back from kissing your neck then, watching your face as he copied your movements. Satisfied he would keep going unassisted, you soon let go of his hand. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, hear the sound of your own breathing, shaky and heavy as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax fully. You could feel it building already, the knot deep inside your abdomen beginning to tighten as the ebb and flow of the vibrations brought you closer and closer each time.

You tensed, sucking in a breath when Tom pulled his hand away, but relaxed again once he tucked his hand inside your underwear - until he clicked the button again, changing the settings abruptly.

“Oh shit, sorry- ”

“S’okay,” you breathed, a small smile on your face as you opened your eyes. “Press it again though, I don’t like that one.”

He chuckled and shook his head, but did as you asked.

“Thanks.”

You reached up to clasp the back of his neck, angling your face up to his as you pulled him into a kiss, feeling him smirking against your lips before they connected. Though he’d changed it by accident, you usually switched to this setting for a while anyway. The vibrations were stronger now, short bursts that grew longer and closer together until it was one long, powerful vibration, before reverting back and cycling through again and again.

The hand that wasn’t tangled in Tom’s hair moved back between your thighs, covering his through your clothes to press the bullet more firmly against your clit. Your mouth fell open against his as you felt yourself hurtling closer and closer to release.

“P-press it four times,” you managed to mutter, and he seemed to hear you though it came out strained and muffled against his lips because his hand shifted under yours and the vibrations shifted to a continuous, powerful blast.

“Oh fuck-”

Your back arching and thighs tensing, your hips lifted off the bed. Your hand over his keeping the bullet pressed firmly to your clit, your head dropped back against the pillows and you moaned loudly as you came hard. Grinding against the vibrator and Tom’s hand, your hips rocked back and forth until your orgasm had finally finished washing over you and you let your hand fall onto the bed beside you.

Taking the hint, Tom pulled the toy away and out of your leggings - though he pressed it against your clit again over your clothes, just for a second until you squeaked, your body twitching at the overstimulation.

“Sorry, just wanted to see what would happen.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed breathlessly - you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t done the same yourself. You watched as Tom clicked the button on the bullet to cycle through the settings until it was turned off, a curious expression on his face as he did so.

“What?”

“Nothing…” he shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from the bullet in his hand to look at you. “So you don’t actually need me like, at all, really?”

You scoffed at that, sitting up a bit and propping yourself up on your elbows.

“It’s not the same. Like, that doesn’t bring me coffee in the library or take me to McDonald’s at half ten at night.”

“Ohh,” Tom smirked, “so it’s mainly just food and beverages that you want from me?”

“Shut up, you know that’s not what I meant.”

You shook your head with a laugh as you pushed at his chest until he fell onto his back, climbing on top of him and reaching for the hem of your t shirt to pull it off over your head before you leant down and kissed him.

“So is it like a ‘friends with benefits’ type thing?”

It felt like you’d been having this conversation for days. Maybe it was because after Tom left on Tuesday afternoon you’d found yourself thinking about what exactly it was that you wanted from him if it wasn’t food and beverages, and now it was Wednesday evening and you were being interrogated while getting ready to go out.

“Er, no not really,” you shook your head distractedly, focusing on curling the back of your friend Ruby’s hair without burning her or yourself.

Ruby, one of your best friends from high school, had texted you the day before asking if you were free for an last minute visit as her lectures had gotten cancelled and she, quite rightly, felt it was time for you to catch up, seeing as you hadn’t seen each other properly over Christmas. You immediately accepted, of course, briefing her on the fancy dress theme for Wednesday night - Angels v Devils. You were going as an angel, mostly because you had a new white dress you wanted to wear, while Liv and Madison were going as devils. Ruby’s costume was to be decided by whichever accessory she could find in Claire’s Accessories on her way to the train station - which turned out to be a white fluffy halo, so you ended up with another angel on your side.

The timing of her impromptu visit actually worked out quite well anyway, because it being a Wednesday meant that Tom was off doing AU stuff with the rest of the rugby boys. They hadn’t actually played a match yet this term, but as far as you could work out being part of the Athletics Union was as much about socials and going out as it was about actual sports. Someone on the team had had the foresight to order a huge pack of devil horns online, so they were all going as devils. They’d also started drinking around 3pm, so by the time you started getting ready at 7 you’d already seen a slew of ‘horny devil’ jokes and stories on social media.

And anyway, as much as you’d enjoyed getting ready and predrinking with Tom on Friday, you were happy to be having some good old fashioned girl time, all getting ready together in Madison’s room and having a few drinks as you got ready - plus, it gave you time to bring Ruby up to speed with your love life. In all honesty, if she hadn’t been there you probably wouldn’t have brought it up at all, but you figured you should give her a heads up because it was highly likely you’d see Tom at some point during the night, and you didn’t want to have to awkwardly try and define the nature of your relationship in front of him.

“So he’s not your boyfriend?” Ruby looked up at you through her hair as you curled the last few sections.

“No,” you shook your head more decisively this time.

“But you’re not seeing anyone else, are you?”

“Nope.”

“And neither is he?”

“No - well,” you paused, considering for a moment. “I presume so, I haven’t asked.”

“Why not ask?” Madison interjected from her spot on the bed where she sat, already dressed and ready, drinking vodka lemonade through a straw.

“Because…” you shrugged, returning your attention to doing your makeup now that Ruby’s hair was done. “I dunno. I don’t feel like I need to? Like it’s just...it’s fine.”

“Right…” Madison didn’t sound 100% convinced, but she moved on anyway and directed her next question at Liv, who was currently doing her eyebrows. “What about you and Harrison, is that the same?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she shrugged, tilting her head to see her brows from all angles in the mirror she had propped up against a stack of textbooks on Mads’ desk. “Like, we’re not a thing, but like, it’s a thing, you know?”

You didn’t know, but you also felt the same way about you and Tom, so you just nodded and went back to applying liberal amounts of highlighter to your cheekbones (and your brow bone, and your nose, and basically your entire face, because if you can’t glow when you’re an angel, when can you?)

By the time all four of you were ready to officially start predrinking you were already a couple of drinks deep (or more than a couple in Madison’s case), so by the time you got to the union you were all more than ready for a dance. Wednesday nights were typically the cheesy pop night, which suited you just fine, and though your friends claimed not to really be that into it you knew they’d be singing along as loud as anyone when What Makes You Beautiful came on. First port of call had to be the ladies’, however, as you had all well and truly broken the seal.

The second stop was the shot bar, which was probably an ill-advised choice seeing as none of you needed to be doing shots at that point in time, but you had a guest, so you had to give her the full SU experience, and that included the shot bar - which was where you bumped into Harrison. You weren’t sure whether he just happened to be passing or whether Liv had summoned him, but either way he was there with his arm around her shoulders and clinking shot glasses with you, Mads, and Ruby too just for good measure.

He pointed over to the dancefloor, and though you couldn’t really hear what he was saying you followed where he was pointing to and spotted a group of boys in the middle of the floor, and you guessed that Tom was amongst them. You nodded to show you understood, but you were torn - you were supposed to be spending time with Ruby, so you didn’t want to seem like you were ditching her for Tom. Luckily for you, she seemed to have witnessed your exchange with Harrison and gathered what was going on, because she just downed her shot, gestured over to the boys, and yelled ‘wanna go over?’ in your ear, so your decision was kind of made for you.

Weaving your way through the crowd, you made your way over to the group, Harrison leading the way. Tom saw him first, nodded in acknowledgement, and went to turn back to whoever he was talking to before he spotted you behind him. You could feel the grin spreading across your face as you squeezed past Harrison, wrapping your arms around Tom’s shoulders as his wrapped around your waist in a bone-crushing hug. He swayed slightly as he squeezed you, so you guessed he was about as intoxicated as you were.

“This is my friend Ruby,” you shouted in his ear as you separated, gesturing over your shoulder to her.

You turned to her and pointed to Tom with your right hand, the fingers of your left hand slotting between Tom’s as his hand slipped into yours. “This is um… this is Tom.”

You laughed to yourself as you introduced him - you’d discussed him at length at pres, so he hardly needed an introduction, but it felt like the proper thing to do. You were pretty sure neither of them heard a word you said over the music anyway, but both Tom and Ruby raised a hand and waved politely at one another, which only made you laugh more - which did make Tom look at you questioningly, but you just shook your head and shouted ‘nothing!’ at him.

Laughing turned out to be a running theme for the night, and you ended up spending the majority of the night as one giant group - which was very fun for you, if a little annoying for everyone else around you. As it was though, you were all too drunk to care about other students, so it didn’t bother you at all that you took up most of the dancefloor and were by far the loudest group when it came to singing along to some pop classics. By the time the lights came on and you all got herded downstairs by security, your camera roll was full of new memories - selfies with Ruby, selfies with Tom, plenty of group photos taken by random people who were unfortunate enough to get accosted by Liv - all of which you swore would be nice (spoiler alert: most of them were not nice, though there were some fun ones from predrinks as well as a cute one of you and Tom that you set as your contact photo for him as you lay in bed hungover waiting for Ruby to wake up the next morning).

Pushing tables and chairs together, you all sat together trying to eat enough greasy food to soak up all the alcohol in your bodies while you waited for your taxis (much to the annoyance of the union staff, not that any of you noticed). You and Tom sat a little way away from the rest of the group, picking at a large portion of cheesy chips with one hand each, your other hands clasped together on your knee under the table.

“Oh, I meant to ask you something.”

“‘kay,” you glanced up at Tom, but mostly focusing on the chips in front of you. “Actually, I need to tell you something first.”

“Okay,” Tom nodded, popping another chip into his mouth.

“Did you know…” You paused, possibly for a little longer than was necessary, but you got distracted pulling off another chip from the lump of potato and cheese in the tray.

“Did I know what?” Tom probed, nudging your knee with his.

“I’m getting to it!” you rolled your eyes, finally breaking the exceptionally long string of cheese that was preventing you from eating your chip and shoving it into your mouth. “Did you know that I fancied you for ages?”

“Oh?”

You didn’t really know what prompted you to say it - truth be told you weren’t really thinking too clearly, but now you’d started you couldn’t stop.

“Mmhmm, like in first year I hardly ever bought coffee on campus, and then- ” you paused again to eat another chip “-then I started buying it all the time from you, so really it’s your fault.”

“What’s my fault?” Tom laughed, his knee bouncing against yours as he shifted in his seat.

His laugh made you look up from your food, and then you started looking at the devil horns poking out from in between his curls and you sort of lost your train of thought (not that you even really had one to begin with).

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “just is.”

“Well...sorry?” he tilted his head and furrowed his brow, framing it as more of a question than an apology.

“S’okay,” you shrugged, squeezing his hand as you smiled. “What were you gonna ask me anyway?”

“Oh yeah,” Tom squeezed your hand back as he spoke. “Would you, I was gonna say- do you wanna come and watch me play in like, two weeks? I mean, it won’t just be me it’ll be like, the whole team - obviously - and another team-”

You’d been nodding the whole time he was rambling, your answer decided almost as soon as he’d said ‘do you wanna come’, but you realised you were probably going to have to say something verbal to interrupt him.

“Yeah, sure.”

“-oh okay, cool.”

“You better win though,” you raised your eyebrows at him, kicking his foot under the table.

“Obviously,” he scoffed, grabbing a handful of chips as he bumped his knee against yours.

You weren’t even halfway through your chips when your taxis finally arrived, but thankfully Tom let you take the box home with you - a gesture which earned him a kiss on the cheek from you and a hug from Madison, who had eagerly tucked in as soon as she came over to tell you your cab was outside. As might have been expected, Liv went back with Harrison (and Tom, who very astutely opted to sit in the front seat rather than squeeze in the back beside them) so you, Ruby, and Madison shared a taxi home, and by the time you eventually climbed into bed it was sometime after four am. It would have been earlier, only you were determined to take your makeup off before you fell asleep because you’d put on fresh sheets for Ruby staying over and you didn’t want to stain the pillow case. Which was admirable, really, only your fine motor skills weren’t too hot just then, so you spent a lot of time just rubbing mascara around your face with a make up wipe before eventually just giving up, flipping your pillow over and getting into bed.

“Your friends are nice,” Ruby yawned as she snuggled in beside you. “I approve.”

You just hummed back happily - you were already falling asleep, but you were glad to hear your home and uni friends got along. You were just thinking about how nice it is when different parts of your life overlap and it works out nicely, when your phone buzzed with a text.

“Tom’s nice too,” you heard Ruby murmur sleepily as you pulled your phone out from under your pillow. “I like him.”

“Yeah,” you muttered back as you read the message on your screen. “Me too.”

Tom Holland Glad u got home ok Goodnight angel x

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[kouhaiofcolor]

This isnt shade but it'll definitely be an unpopular opinion. I'm sure everyone's lives will go on undisturbed anyhow (& they should) so lemme just say this. I feel like acrylic nails have become one of the most extra trends/accessories overnight now that everybody's wearing them. I remember when a style as simple as just a bold or bright color & length were perceived as hood & unprofessional on black women in particular. Esp since we were the only ones wearing them in styles outside of your french tips for the longest time — which was the more (if not only) acceptable style nb women even bothered spending their money on if they went into salons for acrylics at all. now everybody (literally even little girls as young as like 7-10) are wearing them w the most dramatic, talon-like length w the wildest independent themes, colors, patterns, almond shapes, attachable decorations that glow in the dark, shit is crazy. every kind of girl got a set of acrylic nails for an edge now. Esp non black girls/women. idk it just looks pretentious to me. like what do any of you that are non black think y'all know ab this? I see non black teenage girls wear them where they work (serving food at that. didn't there used to be aggravating rules around that for black girls?), & the suburbanest white girls wearing them casually and professionally w no work policy discouragement or bullshit ab being perceived as ‘ghetto’ whatsoever (even if they're wearing our hairstyles at the same time omg). It feels like this happened overnight fr & this might be touchy but I feel like when I see a non black woman wear them it's a blackfish gesture. Even if that's not the subject's intent at all, to me it just looks like the girl wants that “unf” & Blackness associated w the look. More than that tho it's just kind of ... Idk, had this backwards affect generally ig? If I don't see it on a black girl it just looks culture vulture-ish to me. To see underage girls picking up on this says a lot ab the type of things we're misappropriating to be ok & “for anyone that can pull it off” as adults. it says even more ab what children are watching & mimicking us doing online behind screens of their own as well as in person — bc they're not getting these ideas out of nowhere. Absolutely not. We know nbwoc just follow up behind what white women do (as far as the vulturing goes), & that white women just copy black women to hold onto what relevance they have left, but seriously. Everybody & they mama wearing the most extra set of acrylics you could think of now & abusing & horribly misusing AAVE simultaneously, no coincidence. This doesn't look like blackfishing to anyone else? It's like bitches go get their nails done & become a totally different person lol. & they always go the same route to posture as the same “character” bc don't nothing else liberate em like pretending to be a Black Girl does 😂 Nails come w/ a whole ass persona for non black women who try so so v hard to be what they've never been; which is oppressed for wearing them itfp or stylish enough to before everyone hopped on & turned it into a bandwagon. Sad. Some of y'all be investing entirely too much into this shit. Black Women still do it best & we been here. Y'all kids on social media these days shaking they asses to Thee Stallion tryna be y'all while y'all tryna be us. It's officially gone around full circle. Everybody wanna be us its craaaaazy💀

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[yamikawas]

tell me about your beloved I want more yandere friends and 👁👁

HIIIIII ANON THE WAY YOU WORDED THIS MAKES IT SOUNDS LIKE UR NEW HERE SO UR IN FOR A TREAT HEHE SOOOOOOOOO

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OK SO YES I DO YANDERE OBSESS OVER MY FAVORITE CARTOON CHR WHAT ABT IT IM GAY AND AUTISTIC AND I DO WHAT I WANT <3 ALSO YES I KNOW I JUST WENT OFF ABT HOW I DONT WANT ANYONE ELSE TO LOOK AT HER AND NOW IM POSTING SIX WHOLE IMAGES OF HER TO GUSH OVER BUT THATS BC 1. I TRUST MY YANCHAMPS TO NOT TRY ANYTHING WITH HER 2. IF ITS IN THE CONTEXT OF ME AND HER TOGETHER ITS OK SO OK LIKE I LOVE HER SO MUCH.LITERALLY I LOVE HER SO MUCH ALSO THE FIRST 3 IMAGES ARE HER E/PITHET E/RASED DESIGN AND THE LAST 3 ARE HER A/NIME C/AMPAIGN DESIGN HEHE SHE LOOKS LITTLE DIFFERENT BUT SHES SO CUTE EITHER WAY<<3<3<3<3>3>3<3<3>3>4<>3<3<3<3<3<3<33OK SO LIKE LEMME LIKE EXPLAIN SOME STUFF ABT HER.UHHHHHHHH SHES AN EPIC CYBORG WITH ELECTRIC POWERS ALSO SHES THE ERRAND GIRL/CO FOUNDER OF B/LISS O/CEAN WHICH IS THE MAIN VILLAIN ORGANIZATION IN HER SOURCES NDJDJKSJDJGNS AND SHES JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RLLY FREAKING CUTE OK SHE DOESNT HAVE MUCJ SCREENTIME IN EE YET BUT I HAVE SEEN AC AND CAN CONFIRM SHE IS AN ADORABLE LITTLE BALL OF CHAOS<<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<32<<33<<3<3<4<3<33<3<3<3<33<<33<3<3<3<3<3<<33ALSO THE SCENES SHE DOES HAVE IN EE ARE S O C U T E LIKE LOOK AT THIS

LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EVERYTHING ABT HER IS SO CUTE LIKE THE WAY SHE BOUNCES AND JUMPS AROUND WHEN SHES EXCITED AND ALL THE CUTE LIL POSES SHE DOES AND HER CUTE GIGGLES AND HUMS AND HAPPY NOISES AND THE LITTLE SPARKS SHE LETS OFF AND HOW HER HAIR AND CHEEKS LIGHT UP AND HOW U CAN SEE HER LIL THUMBS GOING AND HEAR THEM TAPPING AT THE SCREEN WHEN SHES TYPING AND HER TYPING STYLE AND HOW WHEN SHES SENDING PICTURES ONE OF THEM IS A LIL SELFIE WITH HER PEEKING IN THE CORNER AND HOW AT THE END U CAN SEE HER FACE IN THE PHONE REFLECTION AND HER CUTE LIL "ooh~" AND JUST G O D . E V E R Y T H I N G ABOUT HER IS TOO FREAKING CUTE I LOVE HER LITERALLY MORE THAN ANYTHINGGGGGGGGFGGG<3<3<3<33<33<3<3<3<3<3<4<4<3<<3<43<<3<3<3<3<3<<3<<<3<<3<4<4<<<<3<3ALSO ALSO TJIS IS THAT SELFIE SHE TOOK OMG

LOOK AT HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PEEKING FROM THE CORNER WITH THE LIL SYLVIE SHEEP SHES SO CUTE NSJDKSJDJFLS WHILE GIO AND MOLLY PANIC FROM SHEEP OVERLOAD IN THE BG BUT THIS ISNT ABT THEM THIS IS ABT YOOMTAH AND HOW MUCH I ADORE HER<<33<3<3<<3<3<3<3<4<4<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<<3<3<3<37=<33<=<<$#&%^#*$*#&$&%;:^$*((**,,,;;:""'NNJJJJJJDJNSJJDBFVGDNDNN I JUST LOVE HER SO SO MUCH OH MY GOD SHES LITERALLY THE MOST ADORABLE THING THE CUTEST THING PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHES LIKE MY LITERAL GIRLFRIEND MY ADORABLE DARLING HONEYBUN SWEETIE PIE CUTIE PATOOTIE SWEETEST LITTLE LEMON MERINGUE I AM LITERALLY.OBSESSED TO DEATH WITH THIS CUTE LIL CYBORG GIRL LIKE I HAVE 537 IMAGES OF HER (WHICH I HAD TO GO DIGGING FOR SO MANY OF THEM BC WITH SO LITTLE SCREENTIME IN EE LIKE NO ONE DRAWS HER AND EVEN THO SHE WAS A RLLY IMPORTANT CHR IN AC I GUESS AC WAS NEVER TOO POPULAR TO BEGIN WITH -_-) AND LIKE I HAVE A LIST OF NOTABLE THINGS SHES DONE IN AC SO I CAN REMEMBER ALL THE CUTE STUFF SHE DID SNDJKSDKJFJSKD THINK I SHOULD ALSO MENTION AC IS LIKE 8??9??EPISODES LONG AND EVERY EP IS ABT 7 HOURS AND THE ONLY REASON WHY I SAT THROUGH ALL OF IT WAS BC I DIDNT EVEN WANNA MISS A G L I M P S E OF HER I LOVE HER SO MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABT HER I LOVE HER CUTE BRIGHT YELLOW EYES WITH THE LIL GREEN LIGHTNING BOLT PUPILS AND THE LIL CIRCLE PATTERNS ON HER CHEEKS AND HER ADORABLE :3 MOUTH BONUS POINTS WITH THE BLEP AND HER EYEBROWS WITH THAT CUTE LIGHTNING BOLT PATTERN AND THE SHAPE OF HER FACE THAT JUST LOOKS SO SQUISHABLE AND HER CUTE PINK HAIR WITH THE GLOWY GREEN TIPS AND HER CUTE LIL ROBOTY HANDS AND ALL THE DIFFERENT HATS SHE HAS I THINK IVE SEEN HER WITH LIKE 9 DIFFERENT HATS SO FAR IN OFFICIAL ART AND HER ONE LIL JACKET WITH THE PINK ACCENTS AND CUTE BUTTONS AND HOW IT FLARES OUT AT THE BOTTOM WITH HER CUTE LIL BELT AND THE OTHER JACKET SHE HAS WITH THOSE ADORABLE PINK HEART BUTTONS AND JUST LIKE BASICALLY ANY OUTFIT SHE HAS SHE WILL LOOK ADORABLE IN BC YOOMTAH HERSELF IS JUST FUNDAMENTALLY AND OBJECTIVELY ADORABLE LIKE THE FIRST TIME SHE WAS INTRODUCED IN AC SHE WAS PLAYING A GAMEBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AND LIKE THAT ONE TIME SHE WAS IN HER DISGUISE OUTFIT AND SHE PLAYED DDR SO FAST THAT SHE MISSED ALL THE NOTES WAS SO FUNNY BUT ALSO SO CUTE AND NNNNDNDJKSJDBFNSJ GOD I JUST.THERE ARE SO SO MANY CUTE THINGS SHE DOES BUT I DONT WANNA GIVE SPOILERS TO A NEW PERSON YET JUST IN CASE JUST.SHES JUST AN ADORABLE LOVABLE COMPLETELY UNPREDICTABLE TINY BALL OF HALF-ROBOT CUTENESS AND CHAOS AND I LITERALLY ADORE HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHES JUST EVERYTHING TO ME AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH I WANT TO HUG HER SO TIGHT AND JUST.KEEP HER ALL TO MYSELF FOREVER SHES M I N E EHAHA YALL DIDNT FORGET I WAS GUSHING ON MY YANBLOG AND NOT MY NORMAL S/ELFSHIP BLOG DID U <3 WELL WHATEVER SHES MINE ALL MINE ONLY MINE SHE BELONGS TO ME AND IF ANYONE ELSE TRIES TO GET TO CLOSE TO HER I LITERALLY WILL GET SO VIOLENT.LIKE I KNOW I CAN'T STOP PEOPLE FROM LIKING A FICTIONAL CHR BUT ALSO U CAN'T STOP ME FROM WANTING TO BASH THEIR BRAINS IN WITH A CROWBAR FOR GETTING TOO CLOSE TO WHATS MINE.AND BESIDES MAYBE IF I GUSH ABT HOW MUCH I LOVE HER ENOUGH THEN PEOPLE WILL ASSOCIATE HER WITH ME AND THEN IN TURN NOT GET TOO CLOSE TO HER BC THEY KNOW SHES MINE <3 SINCE YALL GUYS HERE KNOW HOW MUCH SHE MEANS TO ME I TRUST ALL U YANCHAMPS MORE HEHE OK I.THIS IS LIKE SUUUUUUUPER LONG SO I PROBABLY GOTTA STOP NOW UMMMMMMMMM.

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[kpopfanfictrash]

Scholars and Slackers

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Namjoon / Reader

Word Count: 1,802

AU: Podcast

Dialogue Prompt: "I’ll be honest, I’m not fan of how tall he is. He could be like inch shorter, really. "

↳ part of my AU drabble game

“You know what’s the worst part about this podcast?” 

Leaning into his microphone, Namjoon adjusts his headset.

“No,” you say, propping both feet on his desk. Namjoon glares because he hates when you do that, but you don’t put them down. As you both know, his bark is worse than his bite. “Tell me, RM. What is the worst part about having this podcast?”

“The money. You know what they say. Mo money, mo problems.”

“Oh, right.” Seriously, you nod. “Sponsors are killing themselves to be heard on our campus-only podcast. Which – by the way.” You pause. “Drink Red Bull. This message is brought to you by… Red Bull.”

Namjoon snorts. “Yeah, you’re right. The problem is definitely not the money. In case any of you needed reminding, we’re just two broke college kids like yourself. Donate today!”

“If you’re waiting for a noble argument, we have none,” you add. “Keep us fed – or more accurately, help us get drunk at Klein’s on Friday nights. That’s where your donations are going. To alcohol.”

“We’re college kids first, humans second.”

“Anyways.” Leaning back, you wriggle your toes on Namjoon’s desk. “If money isn’t the problem, what is?”

“It’s your fucking feet on my desk.” Namjoon groans, his expression souring. “I know this is a podcast, so our listeners can’t see what Viola is doing – but she’s currently seated at my beautiful, hand-crafted desk with her shoes on top of my carefully taken notes.”

Viola is your podcast name and RM is Namjoon’s.

Viola, after the Shakespearian character of said nomenclature, your favorite of all he has written. The moniker seemed appropriate when you two began this podcast, since you met while watching the campus production of Othello. (It was terrible. You gave it two out of five damned handkerchiefs. Namjoon gave it one.)

Unimpressed, you glance at his desk. “He’s lying,” you say. “My feet are currently on top of a crumpled bag of those gross flavored Lay’s and what seems to be a diary. Ooo!” you gasp. “Anyone wanna hear RM’s deepest thoughts?”

The question is rhetorical since you aren’t live, but Namjoon snatches his notebook away like you are. 

“No,” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “My deepest thoughts aren’t that exciting. Not that deep, either. One time I thought about the Mariana trench. That was pretty deep.”

“Friday, October 17th.”  You mock-read aloud, in a dramatic tone. “Today I realized we’re all just wisps of time in the universe. All who came before us, all who come after and all who fail to leave their mark upon society – what was the point? Are those who altered history any happier in the beyond?”

“I’ll have you know,” Namjoon interrupts. “I’m currently seated on my bed holding my journal. Viola is reading from nothing.”

“Okay, true enough,” you say with a laugh. “That’s not what RM’s journal says. What it actually says is Monday morning, 7:00 AM. Jacked off in the shower. Monday afternoon, 4:17 PM. Jacked off in my bed. Monday night, 11:49 PM –”

With a loud thwacking sound, Namjoon hits you with his journal. 

“They get the point, Viola!” he says, making you snort with laughter.

The sight of his eyes crinkled, face squished makes your heart do a backflip. Fuck, are you in love with him. You have been ever since the week of your first, official podcast. 

It’s difficult to pinpoint the exact moment. Maybe the first time Namjoon ignored your rambling bullshit and pointed out exactly what you were thinking. Maybe when you ended the podcast and realized you’d talked for over an hour about nothing. Or maybe later than that, with your feet propped on his desk and his smile giving you heartburn.

Whatever the moment was, the result is a giant crush on your best friend. One you can do nothing about, since your podcast (Scholars and Slackers – two guesses as to which one you are) is a massive success on your campus. You didn’t expect it to be. What began as a mostly reviews hour – campus productions, local restaurants and the like – soon developed into something you never imagined. Namely, your friendship.

Viola and RM are known on campus, even if Y/N and Namjoon are not. Their friend chemistry is infamous and the spine of the podcast. It’d be suicidal to risk a relationship because, while Namjoon is correct and neither one of you is rolling in cash, the podcast does generate a substantial amount of income towards student loans. Things would be hard if the podcast suddenly came to an end.

Shifting forward, you crack open your laptop. “Let’s see,” you say, scrolling through last week’s comments. “I’m reading the comments from last episode and damn, some of y’all are thirsty.”

Namjoon chuckles. “Are they asking you to take your top off again?”

“No, but again.” You blink, shaking your head. “I don’t understand. You can’t even see me!” you say, as Namjoon starts to crack up. “Do you really want to subject RM to torture that badly?”

Abruptly, Namjoon’s laughter stops. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he says into the mic. “I think we should ask RM what he thinks before dismissing the topic so quickly.”

“Pass,” you say, waving his suggestion aside. “Anyways, here’s a comment asking how tall RM is.” Pausing, you frame Namjoon with your hands. “I mean, he’s tall. I couldn’t fit him in a bread box, if that’s what you’re asking. I’ll be honest, though, I’m not a fan of how tall he is.”

Namjoon sits up straighter. “No?”

“Nah. He could be like, an inch shorter, really.”

“And why is that?”

“The nook.”

“I’m sorry, the what?”

“You know.” You wave a hand. “The nook! The spot beneath a person’s arm where the other person fits. It’d be ideal if you were just a little shorter, RM, since right now your nook is just too tall. It’s hard to snuggle.”

Namjoon stares at you, mouth agape. “I – what? When have we snuggled?”

“We haven’t. I’m just guessing based off height ratios.”

“I...” Namjoon makes a strange, choked sound. “This is ridiculous. Come here. I’m going to disprove your dumb nook theory.”

“Come there?”

“Yes.”

“Why?

“I’m going to snuggle you, you ass.”

“RM. You are not snuggling me during our very serious podcast, just to prove a point.”

“Why not?”

“Because!”

“Viola, shut up and let me put you under my arm!”

“You sound like you’re going to give me a noogie,” you yelp, frantically moving away. “Hard pass.”

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon flops back on the bed. 

“Fine,” he grumbles, scrolling through some more comments. “Hey, look. I found another request for your top to be removed!”

“RM. That one is from your username.”

“It is not!”

The rest of the hour passes this way. You manage to get to the point eventually, reviewing a new café off campus which you felt had great atmosphere, adequate coffee. Namjoon refuted that atmosphere shouldn’t even be a requisite in food ranking and you spiraled from there.

Once finished, you remove your headset and sigh. “Another excellent podcast,” you say, sticking your hand out in his direction.

Namjoon stares at the extended appendage. “Are we concluding a business interview?”

“No, silly. I don’t want you to shake my hand, I want you to kiss it.”

Namjoon snorts, batting your arm away. As he stands and yawns, he stretches both arms overhead. The motion exposes a tanned strip of skin and, cheeks heating, you quickly look away. Rather than stare at your gigantic crush/best friend, you scroll through more comments. The oddest pattern has emerged as of late, even though you and Namjoon have yet to discuss it.

Most of the comments are related to content. People point out things they found funny, relatable or disagree with. Occasionally, people troll for someone to remove their shirt or do push-ups on air. Then, there’s the recent wave which seem to be multiplying by the week.

Jenny918: When will Viola and RM just kiss already??

hOOKEDonPhoenix: y’all if they aren’t dating within the year, I’ll eat my own hand

irredeemableDreamer: the tension is so thick in that room u need a HACKSAW to get through it

Jaw clenched, you read them all. 

You can only assume Namjoon’s seen them, but he’s never mentioned their presence. He’s never said anything about them at all and so, neither have you. It does make you wonder though, if your listeners are able to hear something you don’t. They all seem to theorize a tension which doesn’t exist.

Standing up from your chair, you push this from mind. Perhaps they just don’t have opposite sex friends of their own.

Slinging your bag over one shoulder, you shut your laptop and slip this inside. “Alright,” you say, glancing at Namjoon. “I have to go finish an essay. Lemme know if you need help editing.”

He nods, one arm behind his head. Namjoon’s glasses are on, squinting at the bright computer screen. 

“Sounds good.”

You wave, halfway into the hall when he speaks up behind you.

“Y/N?”

Paused on the threshold, you turn back. “Yeah?”

Namjoon’s expression is uncertain. Unusual, for him. Typically, you’re the mess and he’s the pulled-together one. Right now though, Namjoon seems to be dissecting a complicated math problem in his head.

“Would you want to…” Trailing off, he hesitates.

Although you wait for his sentence to finish, Namjoon seems to check himself. He bites down on his cheek, stifling the words.

After another long moment, you arch a brow. “Would I want to what?”

He inhales and glances away. “Uh, would you want to listen to the podcast before I post?”

Oddly disappointed by this, you nod. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just email me when you’re done.”

Offering a half-hearted wave, you leave. It could be your imagination but as the door shuts behind you, you swear that you hear Namjoon groan. The sound echoes in your mind down the hall, since you feel exactly the same.

The only difference is he’s groaning because he needs to edit an hour-long podcast and you’re groaning because you need to get your feelings for your best friend under control. If random listeners can hear the obviousness of your crush, you’re more transparent than you thought. It’s only a matter of time before Namjoon confronts you and when he does, you don’t know what you’ll say.

Thinking this, your lip quirks. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you log in with a URL Namjoon knows nothing about.

QueenMab01: RM, take your shirt off!!!!

Grinning widely, you return your phone to your pocket.

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Mad Love - Chapter 22 ( The final Gotham fic)

After Gotham was cut out off from the mainland, Emerald starts to learn that three’s a crowd and Jeremiah soon shows his true colours. Will she stick around like she did with Jerome or will she finally get some sense to leave and reunite with her true love.

The fourth and final instalment in my Gotham/Emerald series.

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Warnings: Feels, Fluff, Angst

Chapter 22

Emerald’s P.O.V

Glancing at the clock; I noticed it was getting late and prepared for bed. Hitting mute on the TV, so I could listen for anybody outside my apartment, I went about my nightly routine. Going from room to room, I made sure all the windows were locked and secure. I checked for the gun under the pillow, making sure it was still fully loaded. I then headed to the door of my apartment, locking it and putting the bolt and chain locks in place. Next was making sure the curtains were covering the windows. Turning the TV off, I then turned the lounge and kitchen light off. I left the hall light on. It offered comfort. I brushed my teeth and climbed into bed.

It had been six months now since I had last had contact with Jeremiah. Six months without him in my life and it felt like I could almost breathe again. Almost. If the threat of him hurting those I cared for wasn’t constantly looming over me. Although he’d made no attempts to find me or get in contact with me…as far as I knew. Maybe I was just doing a fantastic job at lying low. After that one night out with Barbara, I had gone back to the usual routine, only leaving my apartment for groceries. I wouldn’t ever be truly safe until Jeremiah was dead.

I didn’t need much to keep me busy, some good books and a little TV here and there. I did my best to keep away from the news, just in case Jeremiah popped up. After I plugged my phone into charge, I got myself comfortable and closed my eyes. Instead of drifting off to sleep and having a peaceful night, my phone buzzed. I sighed, who the fuck was texting me this time of night? I rolled back over and grabbed my phone. It took my eyes a second to adjust to the bright screen. 1 new message Eddie: I’m sorry to text you so late, can I come over? We need to talk.

I sighed, I knew this would come, eventually. I couldn’t avoid him forever. I’d kept my distance over the months, partly to protect him and to protect myself. Should I maybe just ignore it and go back to sleep? Or maybe I should get it over and done with. Fuck it. I text him back, letting him know he could come over. I put my dressing gown and slippers on before waiting in the lounge. I turned the TV back on whilst I waited. Maybe I should make some coffee. I put a pot on and pulled out two mugs. I was already nervous to see him again. I kept glancing at the clock, waiting for my doorbell to ring.

Finally, he arrived, knocking on my door. I did a quick check through the peephole, just in case. I undid all the locks and opened the door. Eddie was dressed in his usual green getup, offering me a soft smile. I avoided his gaze but let him inside. I closed the door behind him, unsure what to say. “I’m sorry it’s so late, I just wanted to see how you were. Its been three months since we last spoke or saw each other,” Eddie spoke. “I’m okay. I’m getting by, that’s what matters,” I shrugged. I offered him coffee, which he accepted. We sat on the couch together, although I kept my distance. There was an uncomfortable silence between us, both of us unsure what to talk about.

Eventually Eddie broke the silence, “you could come stay with me for a little while if you wanted. I can imagine it gets lonely here.” “I can’t do that. I have to stay here,” I replied. “Emerald your acting like your under-house arrest. You can’t stay here for the rest of your life. You can’t let him stop you from having a life.” I sighed; he just didn’t get it. How could I expect him to understand? It irritated me how stupid he was. “If you came here to lecture me, then you can go,” I said calmly. Eddie looked at me in disbelief, as if I was the one who was being unreasonable. I kept my gaze on my coffee mug.

“You’ve barely spoken to me since I patched you up, and now you won’t even look at me!” He snapped. I flinched a little at his raised voice, which he noticed. He put his mug down and turned to me, taking my hands in his. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too,” he apologised quickly, “I just need you to talk to me. I can’t help but feel I’ve done something wrong.” Now I turned to look at him, “no. You’ve done nothing wrong, Eddie. Nothing at all.” “Then why have you avoided me? I thought now that you’re not with him anymore...we could....” “I can’t fall in love with you. I don’t want the pain that comes with it,” I finally admitted.

Eddie looked at me like a wounded animal, like I’d just slapped him across the face. I let go of his hands and turned away from him. I wanted to be with him more than anything, but there was one incredibly unpredictable factor. Jeremiah. “Because of him? Emerald it’s been six months, I think it’s safe to say he’s moved on by now.” “If we got together again, I wouldn’t have to worry about Jeremiah hurting me anymore. I’d worry about him hurting you, and I don’t want that. Can’t you see I’m doing this to protect both of us. Six months or not, the moment he finds out I’m happy without him, he’ll be back in my life causing trouble.”

“Emerald, I understand your concern, but that shouldn’t stop you from being happy. I can protect the two of us-“ “You don’t know him the way I do. You have no idea what he’s capable of.” “I have an idea after the amount of blood you lost. Emerald, you need to learn to accept help. You can’t do this on your own anymore.” “I can’t put anyone else at risk.” “We wouldn’t be at risk. Oswald’s practically untouchable, Barbara wouldn’t be worth his time and he isn’t stupid enough to go after Zsasz.” I smirked at the idea of him going after Victor. Anybody that went after Victor was lucky if they walked away. But I still didn’t want to put Eddie at risk. I’d rather we not be together and him be alive then give him my heart and be the reason he ended up dead.

“Eddie, if I lost you because of him…” I trailed off, feeling a lump in throat. I avoided his gaze to hide my tears. Eddie placed a comforting hand on my bare knee. “You’re not going too. I don’t know what I can do to prove that to you, but I’ll do anything to make this better for you,” he reassured. Eddie turned me to look at him, cupping my cheek and wiping away my tears. “You’re giving him what he wants by being like this. You’re not yourself because you’re afraid of how he’ll react. But he can’t control you anymore, he can never hurt you again if you don’t let him. The best way to get back at him is for you to move on and be happy,” Eddie explained. I let his words sink in, pausing for a moment. Maybe he was right after all.

I had been living in fear for the past six months; I was becoming a fucking recluse. I had nightmares most nights, my sleep pattern now all over the place. This way of life wasn’t healthy. Why should I let Jeremiah live the rest of his life happy but not my own? I cursed myself for being so stupid. Even when I thought I’d been free from him I had still let him control me. I refocused on the man in front of me. The one who had been nothing but patient and kind towards me, the one who had patched me up god knows how many times. He’d waited so long for me, no wonder he was so frustrated. I placed my hand over his, welcoming his touch.

“You deserve to be happy; you deserve to be loved. You should be worshipped night and day and I’ll do that…if you’ll let me,” Eddie spoke softly. I finally gave in, leaning forward and kissing him softly. Eddie pulled me closer, kissing me back like it was his only need. I pressed my forehead against his, my chest swelling, I hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. And I knew with Eddie I could be happy again. “I understand if you want to take things slow, I don’t want to rush you into anything and scare you off again,” he explained. “Would you stay the night? I’ve been struggling to sleep lately and maybe it would help if I knew you were there.” “Of course.”

We didn’t do much sleeping. We both stayed up discussing our needs and wants for this relationship. Eddie understood that I would need to take things slow. I would be the one who mostly called the shots, the one who decided when and if I wanted to take things further. We drank some more coffee, although soon enough I was passed out on the couch, with my head in Eddies lap. When morning arrived, I found my head resting on a couch cushion and a blanket over me. There was the smell of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.

Sitting up, I found Eddie in the kitchen, cooking. There was also a bouquet of roses in a vase on my kitchen table. Eddie glanced over his shoulder as he heard me moving. “Good morning sleeping beauty,” he smiled. “Did you sneak out to get me flowers?” I asked. “And a vase. You didn’t have one.” “It’s not something I really needed until now.” Getting up from the couch, I sat down at the table as Eddie served breakfast.

As he handed me my plate, he leaned down and kissed my cheek. Smiling, I turned my head to kiss him properly. It felt good to kiss him again after so long. “Forgive me for not exactly being used to romantic gestures or your sweetness. It will take some getting used to,” I mentioned. “Well, you better get used to it. I plan on spoiling you rotten, I have a few years to make up for.” Maybe we wouldn’t have to take things so slow. Maybe I could get used to being spoiled and smothered in affection.

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An Artist In His Own Mind

Summary: Every artist is a genius in his own mind.

Words: 2,900

Warnings: Talk of murder.

A/N: My next entry for @cmbingo​ 2020! This fulfills my unsub square. 

“Painting is self-discovery. Every good artist paints what he is.” – Jackson Pollock

He needed silence to work.

Finally, the pleas that rang through the air subsided, leaving him with peace and quiet to think. Moving quickly was essential - before the bodies became too stiff to work with. They were the perfect specimens for his first piece.

After propping her up onto the chair with her palms upward, he wiped the blood off her neck: a clean canvas. White cloth draped around her neck and body, though it took longer than he expected to get the material to sit just right. Thankfully, he at least partly situated the boy into the position he needed. If he hadn’t there would’ve been much more damage getting him situated into the woman’s arms. It left him more time to clean the boy off and ensure a perfect finished work of art.

They lived alone and had little contact with others in the neighborhood. No one would come looking for a while. Due to the boy’s slightly contorted position it took a while to get his clothes off, but once they’d been removed, he draped the excess cloth hanging from the woman’s body over his lap.

Stepping back, he admired his work. Like any good artist, he could see areas he’d like to improve, but unfortunately he didn’t have all the time in the world. There was just one final touch. He grabbed a screwdriver from the woman’s basement and pried open the can of paint – SW 7588, Show Stopper. With every jostle of the screwdriver against the lid of the paint can, he grew more and more angry, impatience boiling inside him, the desire to perfect his piece growing exponentially.

Stirring the paint ensured it was smooth and ready for the canvas. The crimson stared back at him. Carefully, he lifted the can above his work, steadily pouring the medium out until it was gone.

With a satisfied sigh, he stepped back and pulled out the Polaroid, capturing his first completed work.

                                                             ---

Morgan walked into the bullpen with sand still scratching at the corners of his eyes. Every heartbeat said coffee. Apparently, Spencer already beat him there. “Late night, kid?” He laughed. He was pouring so much sugar into his coffee, he would swear a little mountain peak was going to breakthrough the top of the steaming liquid.

Grumbling, Spencer nodded. “So late.”

“Alright, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer smirked, glancing toward Morgan quickly before looking away. God, he wanted to go home.

“Woah, woah,” he said, stepping in front of the nearly comatose doctor. “That kinda late night?”

Spencer began walking back toward his desk, whispering, “I’ll never tell.”

“You haven’t dated anyone since Y/N,” Morgan stated, catching up to his evasive friend. “I always thought it was a mistake breaking up with her. You back together?”

“I’ll never tell,” he repeated on a laugh.

Before they could return to their desks and Morgan could pester Spencer just a little bit more, Hotch stepped out of his office and began marching toward the round table room. “Guys, we’ve got a case.”

“It didn’t come through me?” JJ mentioned.

Hotch shook his head. “No, it came directly to me. A friend from New York got out of the city and began working in Cazenovia upstate. He’s got a weird one.”

“How weird?” Rossi asked.

“Even we’ve never seen anything like it.”

Emily sighed heavily. “When does it end?”

It doesn’t, she thought.

                                                             ---

“Where’s Garcia?” Hotch asked.

Emily motioned toward the elevator. “She’s just on her way up. I’ll catch her up once we’re all briefed.”

Nodding, Hotch clicked the button on the remote. “In Cazenovia, there have been three people murdered via a single stab wound to the neck.”

“And they’re connected?” Morgan queried. “How do we know?”

When Hotch clicked the remote, their mouths collectively dropped, eyes alight with a confusion that was hard to come by given their line of work.

“What the hell?” Emily leaned forward in her chair trying to make some sense of the pictures in front of them. “They’ve been posed.”

“And have paint splattered on them.”

“Even though the victims aren’t connected in any way that the local PD can find, they were all killed with a knife. The unique signature is why we were called in.” Hotch passed copies of the files out to each member of the team. “With a signature unique as this and these kills only a week apart, there’s no doubt this unsub is going to strike again soon. We’ll go over victimology on the plane. Wheels up in 30.”

                                                               ---

Despite the sun shining, the jet always felt solemn, like it knew it was a harbinger of bad things to come. “Alright, so what do we know about the victims?” Hotch asked Garcia, her bright and shining face the only light they’d see for at least the next few days.

“The first victims were a mother and son, Linda and Brian Tucker, 40 and 15 years old, found a week ago like this.” She brought up the pictures from the crime scene and flinched. No matter how many crime scenes she saw, she’d never get used to it. “The second victim, found yesterday, was 33-year old Matthew Feldman.”

He was posed in a chair and redressed in a green pea coat and long black pants that were slightly too baggy for his slight frame. His face was bandaged, a white covering wrapped around his ears and tied on the top of his head. And he was doused in orange paint. Garcia’s fingers glided across the keyboard like a seagull over the waves. “I’m checking everything they could’ve possibly had in common. Churches, schools, work places, dry cleaners, nothing. These three aren’t connected. At least as far as I can see.”

“Alright, let’s move away from victimology for the time being,” Hotch said. “What do the crime scene photos tell us about the killer?”

Emily noted the cleanliness of the bodies apart from the paint. “With stab wounds to the neck, they should be drenched in blood, but they aren’t. The area around them is, but they aren’t, like they were wiped off.”

“So they’re clean,” Rossi replied, “But the paint is messy. It could’ve been painted on for more control, but it seems like it was poured.”

Spencer stared at the screen, eyes scanning over the poses on display. “The bodies are intricately posed and cleaned. They’re what matter to him. The bodies are the compulsion, the paint is the signature.”

“What are you thinking, Reid?” Morgan asked.

“They’re works of art,” he said. “See the mother and son? She’s sitting with the boy in her lap, her hands palm up. What does that remind you of?”

An art lover himself, Rossi silently chastised himself for not realizing what the crime scene resembled sooner. “The Pieta. The sculpture of Mary cradling Jesus after his crucifixion…and the man…it’s Van Gogh’s self-portrait after returning from the hospital after having cut off his ear.”

“So this guy thinks himself an artist and is picking victims at random,” Morgan grumbled. “Lovely. We need to get to Cazenovia yesterday.”

                                                             ---

After checking in with Sheriff Meyer, who’d called Hotch in first place, Spencer and Rossi headed to the latest crime scene, leaving JJ, Hotch, Emily and Morgan to liaise with the authorities and try and nail down a profile. “Alright, an artist like this has to be connected to the world in some way,” Morgan insisted. “Maybe he’s an art student, a local artist, something.”

Emily shook her head. “It’s gotta be more than that. If he was successful in any way, wouldn’t the ‘art’ in question be completely perfect? Pristine? The paint is messy. Why?”

“Maybe a rejected artist then,” he replied. “Someone who got denied viewership in a gallery or turned away from a prestigious art school. Color could be part of why he was turned down, so when it comes to the paint he’s disorganized.”

Before anyone could alert Garcia, the sheriff walked in, forlorn. “We’ve got another one.”

                                                             ---

“What’s this one supposed to be?” Emily asked.

Spencer crouched near the man’s body, his torso wrapped in a similar pea coat to the last victim and a captain’s hat, yellowed with age – all topped with yellow paint. “Portrait of Dr. Gachet. Another Van Gogh piece. It seems a pattern is forming. Both pieces are very melancholic. Could be a reflection of our unsub.”

Morgan reached his gloved hand into the man’s pocket. “46 year old Andrew Warner. Lemme call Garcia.”

“You’ve reached the all-knowing and all-seeing Oracle of Quantico, how may I assist thee?”

“What can you give me on an Andrew Warner?”

“Andrew Warner, 1109 Nighthawk Lane, Syracuse, NY. He’s the operator of a local art gallery in Auburn called Light’s Meaning…sounds a little pretentious if you ask me.”

“Thanks, baby girl,” Morgan said softly. “I’ll call you if I need anything.”

“I’m waiting on it, sugar.” 

“Seems like our unsub is starting to get a little closer to his true targets. How much you wanna bet our guy was rejected by Andrew Warner?”

“Less than a day in between kills,” Emily interjected. “He’s devolving fast. We need to give the profile.”

                                                             ---

As the officers piled into the station’s bullpen, the team gathered before them. JJ took a step forward and asked for everyone’s attention. “Listen closely. This unsub is devolving fast and this profile is going to be the best way to catch him.”

“Alright, we’re looking for a white male between the ages of 20 and 30 whose been rejected from art school or a showing at a gallery,” Emily projected toward the murmuring crowd. No matter how many times they gave a profile to an innumerable amount of officers and detectives, there were always a few skeptics.

Leaning against the back wall, Spencer spoke. “He’s an injustice collector of sorts and feels that he’s been wronged. For right now, his victims are random, but they’re surrogates for the people who rejected him.”

“He’s devolving fast,” Hotch said. “Even though the crime scenes are still organized, the bodies are still being cleaned and the paint is still his signature, he’s killing more quickly with less and less time between kills.”

Morgan insisted. “That’s why we need all of you involved in the search for our unsub. The quicker we can pin down who he is, where he was rejected from and who wronged him, the more people we’ll be able to save. We need to get ahead of this guy.”

“And one more thing,” Emily added. “Given the likelihood that this is a student who’s been rejected, and the time of year, October. It’s likely the unsub was rejected months ago and there’s a secondary stressor that kick-started the killing spree. However, we can’t rule out that this is someone rejected from a gallery. Just something to keep in mind.”

                                                               ---

He could feel the breeze brush by him as he hurriedly ran downstairs, barreling through anything that might be in his way. The FBI was in town and he still had work to do, but he’d have to move his schedule forward.

On the table sat a newspaper clipping: “Administrator Gavin P. Hall promoted to President at Tisch.”

                                                             ---

Garcia had this innate ability to shine in the face of darkness. Something the rest of the team envied her for. She slid across the floor of her office, the wheels of her chair carrying her gracefully though she somehow managed to bump into her computer desk. “Okay, my pretties, I have been doing a lot of digging and I mean a lot. My hands are dirty and it’s caked under my fingernails kind of dirty. Now, I know the locals have been going door to door searching for anyone that fits the profile and has been rejected from a gallery, so I decided to look into people in the greater New York area that have been rejected from art school and boy do I have a list for you.”

“Send it over, baby girl.”

She feigned a gasp. “Mon ami, you don’t think that happened 30 seconds ago?”

“Garcia, can you narrow this list down?” Spencer asked. “We think there’s another more recent stressor that sparked the killing spree.”

“I’m gonna need something specific to narrow it down by,” she said sadly. “I mean I am an all powerful super genius hacker chick, but I can’t pull answers out of thin air.”

Rossi tapped his fingers against the desk. “Okay, okay, the third and fourth victims were both depicted like Van Gogh’s works, right? Why wasn’t the first one? The mother and son?”

“Okay, so the mother and son has to mean something,” Hotch admitted.

Spencer pushed back from the table. “With an unsub so purposeful, the bodies, the way they’re cleaned and positioned, the paints. It all means something, so a mother and a son. Garcia, have any of the suspects lost their mother recently.”

With a few quick swipes of the keys, Garcia had a list of five names. “Only one of them has lost their mother in the last week and a half though?” She said. “Trenton Price, and his address is now on your phones. Also, out of the five finalists, he’s the only one to be rejected from Tisch – one of the premiere art schools in the country.”

They all pushed back from the table, intent clear. “Alright, Reid, you, me and Emily will head to Price’s address. Rossi, you, Morgan and JJ head to Tisch, interview anyone that was involved in Price’s rejection.”

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It would take hours for Spencer, Emily and Hotch to catch up with them, but at least they could give them a heads up. “Morgan, it’s Reid. We went to the address and he wasn’t there, but his cellphone went on and Garcia triangulated the call-“

“Lemme guess, he’s at Tisch.”

“Yup. Be careful.”

“Thanks for the heads up, kid.”

Rossi stepped on the gas, sirens blaring. “We’ll be there in five.”

“You sure about that?” JJ grimaced, hand grasping the handle above the window like her life depended on it. “We’re in the middle of New York City.”

“And I grew up on Long Island, I got this.”

In less than five minutes, Rossi screeched the car to a halt and they ran in, guns at the ready. Students ran down the hallways and down the stairs toward any exit they could find. “Where? Where are they?” JJ yelled.

“In the president’s office! Second floor!” She screamed, the clacking of her heels dissipating within the seconds.

They ran up the stairs, hearts racing while students ran passed, whispers of the ensuing sanity floating by their ears. “Trenton Price,” Morgan screamed, “Put your weapon down!”

“No! They have to pay! I’ve worked all my life for this and they just shut me down! Like the pretentious bastards they are!”

In his grasp, Gavin Hall squirmed but the knife inched closer and closer to his throat. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Rossi stepped in front of Morgan and JJ, taking the lead though none of them had vests on. They never expected him to be so desperate so soon. “Trenton, don’t do anything you’re gonna regret,” he pleaded. “If you kill Hall here, you’ll take away his ability to make things right. Give you the opportunities you deserve.”

JJ snaked around the back of Rossi and trained her gun on Price, hoping for a chance to get a shot off.

“Yea, right! What d’you think I’m stupid?”

Nodding slightly, Rossi encouraged the terrified Hall to ‘make amends.’ Rossi prompted him. “Your mother was your biggest fan, wasn’t she? Encouraged your artistic abilities?”

“Yes, she always knew I’d be an artist, and now I am,” he breathed, a tear falling down the side of his cheek. “But then they rejected me. Told me I was an amateur! That my choice of medium was basic and pedantic. Do you know how many skilled artists specialized in charcoal? Robert Longo, William Kentridge, Dan Pyle, Joel Daniel Phillips! And these assholes tell me I’m arcane and talentless?”

“You’re not,” Hall said, putting together the pieces of Price’s mental state. “I was wrong about you. About your work.

“Liar!” He lifted his arm above his head. A crack resounded throughout the room and he fell to the floor, groaning.

JJ ran up to him and kicked the knife away, holstering her gun before turning him over and cuffing him. “You okay?” She asked Hall.

“Y-yes,” he breathed. “I’m okay. I-“

“You got this?” Morgan asked.

She nodded. “Yea, I’m good, get him to the medic.”

Price screamed at the top of his lungs through the hallways, telling anyone and everyone that he was going to be the next great artist. “Please,” JJ replied. “You’re throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t get what you wanted.”

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“So, kid,” Morgan said with a smile. “You gotta tell me about the other night. What happened with Y/N?” 

Emily’s eyes lit up and she practically jumped into the seat next to him. “Wait, you two back together?”

He shook his head but he wasn’t convincing in the slightest. “As soon as we get back, I am going home and going to bed.”

“With Y/N?”

“I’m not telling,” he smirked.

#cmbingo #cmbingo2020 #cmbingo20 #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid #derek morgan #david rossi #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #dontshootmespence #an artist in his own mind

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Deca-Dence 5 - 6 | Moriarty 3 - 4 | Yashahime 4 - 5 | Maou-jou 4 | I7 s2 5 (22) | Akudama 4 - 5 | HypMic 5 - 6 | Taiso Samurai 4 | HPGC 4

Deca-Dence 5

“…cannon won’t ignite in time!” The subbers spell cannon as “canon” later as well.

Off to the cliffside, where Kaburagi goes to die…

Deca-Dence 6

“Maybe someone intervened.” – I think Minato did, somehow.

This Death Dive reminds me of Wipeout.

Moriarty 3

I once made up a quote that goes, “When life detests you, fight back.” I think it’s also roughly along the lines of advice Albert needs.

I remembered an odd line from Macbeth: “Brother, he has killed me!” Seriously, Moriarty is scarier than some actual horror anime, I swear…Update: It’s actually “he has killed me, Mother!”, but same impact.

I had my hands over my mouth from the moment the fire began. That’s how intense this is.

This ED…doesn’t sound like an ED. It sounds like the OP for a different anime, like Joker Game or something. Also, having Saito Soma as Gentaro and Moriarty…is a bit unsettling because they have a lot of overlap but one’s basically the evil twin of the other.

Yashahime 4

“…was raised here…”

“…we can…”

I felt a heart twinge when I saw Towa tear up…man, it’s been years since I last dealt with Inuyasha properly.

“…nights where I can’t fall asleep.” – So…you’ll play it a lot then, Setsuna.

Oh, so Kirara is a nekomata? I never knew until now.

Kikyo!

According to the mythology, the kirin rules over the middle…so why is Kirinmaru the monster in the east?

Is “s***” unwarranted here? I didn’t have the volume on, so I don’t know…Going back, I think Moroha said “kuso”, but it’s still kinda weird to have a swear word in a mostly family-friendly series in a slot near Detective Conan. (Then again, Detective Conan is where I learnt “kuso” from…so my standards are probably not as up-to-scratch as they should be.)

Rin! People keep saying Rin is the mother of the girls and it’s basically the only conclusion that could be done, considering the relationship the two had…but it’s still kind of squick…(Says a person who has no problem with SGRS s2’s ending.)

Update: Someone on ANN said the teacher’s name (Osamu Kirin) being similar to Kirinmaru is sketchy and I agree.

Maou-jou 4

There’s no pun for Rocket Turtle…that’s kinda startling, actually.

I’m not going to translate the eyecatches anymore. Seems they were actually translated in the manga and someone just copies them over or something.

I’ve seen some characters use wa when they really aren’t that feminine. However, the voice Suwabe uses for the Sorceror leads me to believe this guy really is trying to be feminine, even if in just a vocal capacity.

…aw, no puns here too.

Oh no, the seal…!

…hmm? The Scissors Sorceror’s info is…we’re not allowed to look at it. That’s what the red text says.

…my brain exploded for a second when I suddenly heard jazz music. It’s a Detective Conan parody! *screams*

Iina! doesn’t really mean “Lucky!” It means more like “cool!” or “It’s good, isn’t it?”

I7 s2 5

I missed these boys!

I like the Kinako transition. It’s cute.

I don’t really like it when Tenn looks at the screen…it gives me 1st person cam vibes.

Why is Tsunashi being called “this”, anyway?

Oh yeah…mensore = youkoso = welcome.

Uh oh…is Yuki actually evil???

Riku (earth) vs. Tenn (heaven). Hmm.

I still can’t believe they don’t believe Gaku is the soba guy. It’s so obvious!

Chikuzen-ni.

Someone on staff ships Gaku and Tsumugi together…hmm…

Oh! So this is DESTINY, huh? I’ve probably heard it on Spotify before, but I don’t recognise it by sheer sound like I do HypMic. (Then again, the half-year off the airwaves probably really hurt I7, man…)

Akudama 4

Say what you will about how bad Funi translations can get…they’re definitely entertaining!

Geesh, Doctor gets all the sexy shots, but Brawler gets all the ab shots. Can I get a sexy Courier shot…?

“…she’s right.” – There’s a lot of dialogue here, so…uh, who’s “she” in this case?

What’s a “bro fro”?

Wow, Brawler, talk about being punched into next Tuesday…(partially joking)

Swindler’s face, LOL. (I know she’s an ordinary gal, but calling her “Swindler” is shorter to type.)

I remember reading around and people agree Swindler works at the Seal Centre.

The shark and bunny’s shirts say things like “Kanto/Kansai”, “earth, air/water” and “pollution/clean” during their montage.

“feminist” – Uh, ex-squeeze me?! Feminism does not equal “ladies first” or “going easy on ladies”. Update: I went and listenend to it and although one of my ears is mysteriously almost constantly plugged these days, I’m fairly sure Doctor did not say “feminist” (in katakana). Update 2: Then I listened to it again and…I’m not sure anymore.

LOL, Hoodlum hit the in-series camera. With his face.

Oh, vault = garage or storage. Right, how did I not know that?

Cat, nooooooooooooooooo! Don’t die!

HypMic 5

After the two “darker” divisions, it seems almost strange to not have a “dark” introduction about the seedy underbelly of alt. future Japan…

Oh, my gosh. That’s Ichijiku on the phone.

The studio has the word “drops” on it.

Lemme guess: Neither hand!...Yup.

The only spoiler I know for this ep. is it’s a Halloween episode, and “Ramuda ruins Halloween”. That quote is way too subjective to mean anything, though…

…hmm, Gentaro doesn’t say “shousei” in that sentence involving “this humble bard” (not that I heard, but one of my ears is mysteriously plugged after I stayed up late browsing Twitter on my phone – don’t tell anyone that, though! They’re not meant to know!). Gentaro is not a humble bard (although that would translate “shousei” quite correctly in the Shakespearean), he’s an author.

LOL, that “ding!”

Gentaro actually says “ghostbusters” in katakana, LOL.

I almost thought this Shinjuku man was Doppo…but no, this Aoyama Cemetery exists. It has nice cherry blossoms.

The “dun dun dun” soundtrack is great. It really sets the atmosphere.

Gentaro really is an idiots’ minder, just as I used to characterise him. (Then the FP and M manga and developments regarding Ramuda being evil changed my mind.)

I-Is this just gonna be an episode of FP being scared and Ramuda yelling? It’s fun for a bit, but when you’re stopping to analyse every few seconds, Ramuda’s voice is gonna get annoying eventually…

Kurosu seems to be a cross between Jyushi and Doppo.

This ep…makes FP look money-crazy. Dice is only money-crazy when he’s broke…because of course you would be…but the others aren’t.

That rock track that plays when FP hand out flyers is cool!

Are they…eating squid?...Welp, squid jerky. I’d say I’m correct.

Oh, so they’re all street photographers? Not just Tom?

I was wondering…how would the “tie to a different division” occur in episode 5, considering episode 6 is where the plot really kicks in? Turns out…they tie back to BB, which is not a thing I was expecting at all.

BB have a BB tablet…makes sense, because I think Hypster have iPhone cases for each division.

Oh, they’re planting the seeds of Ramuda’s ability here, so to speak. By knowing what Hypnosis Mics are capable of doing, you can see the building blocks of Rap Abilities as well.

Okonbanwa! The extra O is meant to make things formal, but only in front of nouns (sometimes it’s “go”, e.g. goshujin), so it’s Ramuda being overly formal to be cutesy and unconventional.

*lightbulb goes off in head* It makes sense that the group affiliated with illusions and randomness does the Halloween episode, actually.

…Yargh! Of course all these onee-sans are FP stans!...*lightly touches temple, as if to get rid of a headache* I should’ve known.

The new song is “Shibuya Ghost Night” by Tokyo Health Club, Yuki “T-Groove” Takahashi and Yuma Hara.

*stops video before the darn airhorn sounds* Thank goodness…hey, isn’t this quote from Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka…?

This episode is very seasonal, but doesn’t really make sense outside of airing on Halloween. C’mon, couldn’t you have given us a Sasara appearance instead of having Ramuda yell down the house…? I knew the FP episode was going to be either lighthearted with a dark undercurrent, like the BB ep (considering we haven’t gotten to Ramuda dying yet), or full-on lighthearted, but…I somehow wonder if the staff had an empty spot labelled “Fling Posse episode” due to COVID and went, “Okay, it airs on Halloween this year, let’s make it Halloween-inspired”…or something. Also, I feel Gentaro got the short end of the stick here.

Update: As for yakuwarigo, Ramuda trends towards the feminine side, which is not something I noticed until my groupwork partner pointed it out to me. The message in this episode has a “yone”, which proves that point even further. “Dayo~n” is a variant of the gender-neutral “yo” ending. Meanwhile, I have game samples that prove Dice uses “ze” like BB/MTC, while Gentaro uses “yo” and desu/masu like Jakurai, so it was really Ramuda anyone wanted to pay attention to since his speech patterns are the most feminine-leaning, possibly due to his extensive hanging out with ladies. (I once read a Tofugu post on how non-binary people deal with language that said if you hang out with ladies a lot, you take on feminine yakuwarigo and if you hang out with guys a lot, you do the same in that direction, but I clearly remember Ramuda using “sa”, which is a slightly male-leaning ending.)

Taiso Samurai 4

There’s something in the background which stops me from listening to it and one of my ears is blocked, but I gotta find out what Tackey was saying about the NHK Cup (the joke, I mean). Update: So I think it’s ninja/nukihara/kekkou, but I may have heard that wrong due to my blocked ear…I should get someone to clean it out properly.

Here’s the YoI monologue about competitions again. <- (neutral on it) Also, NHK is in English letters/romaji in the term “NHK Cup”, but the “Cup” isn’t (it’s in kanji).

Sekigahara had a huge historical battle.

Huh? This episode’s called “Samurai Musume (daughter)”, so…where did “Battling Samurai” come from? That’s one of the previous episodes, right?

Selfies, before they were cool.

I was wondering if Leo actually calls Rei “Rachel” like he calls Jotaro “Joe”…and he does. I just haven’t paid much attention to the audio, that’s all.

The Battle of Chibi? Never heard of it until now, but the Battle of Red Cliffs is the same thing.

Leo Naruto runs…LOL.

If Rei was in 4th grade in 2002…are we going to see the characters in the present in the end? She would be 28 in 2020.

I guess I should’ve guessed from “hat trick”, but a Bergkamp trap is related to soccer.

There’s a random Japanese-sounding track in the background…didn’t expect that.

A cemetery…on the day after Halloween.

“Grandma’s place” = the bar…Ohhhhhhhhhh. I was wondering, didn’t the grandma and Rei live together? Then it all came together.

Jim Beeam (sic), LOL.

I wonder, are Tackey and Ayu dating like he asks?

Gotta love a man in a suit! *chef’s kiss*

Yashahime 5

Who’s this Tokotsu guy again…? Also, the “ja” in Jakotsumaru means “young”.

Oh, Myoga. It’s been a while.

Can there be 4 Perils when there’s only 3 of them…?

Well, it makes sense that a dog demon would have demon fleas…in a sense.

Why is “trying to swallow up this world and turn it into a degenerate age” (or whatever Kirinmaru’s aim is) so vague? You could say the present is already an age of mass degeneracy…

Maybe the Dream Butterfly took Moroha’s memories…?

Wait, why is Myoga only allowed to drink Moroha’s blood when she puts on the rouge?

So this is an arhat. Also, aren’t morals an Anglophone ideal imported into Japan and the rest of Asia? That’s what separates Towa from Setsuna.

Akudama 5

This drone definitely won’t come in handy at all…(sarcastic)

There’s an Evangelion feel to these “masks”…

That box is like Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs! It’s great!

I like how the kids jump to the potential fact (?) this is a Swindler trick.

You can see Courier’s bike in the background when the bunny says “…and I mean everything.”

*Knights of Sidonia music starts playing* Search! And! Destroy! *record scratch as music stops*

I think this little discussion between Courier and Swindler will go down in Akudama Drive history as one of my favourite moments because it’s the little conversations that count. Also…does Courier have a mechanical hand, or is that just me thinking weird things…? Is that a glove?

Ooh, scars. Sexy. (On the Executioner Master, at least.)…Now I get why the guy wears that mouth covering.

HypMic 6

Halfway through the season already…? Yikes, how time flies. By the way, my assignment’s come and gone so I don’t need to focus on it anymore.

Hmm? Why did the subbers put “Prime Minister” when Ichijiku merely says “yes”…?

Wait, 1st question: how does one sign up for a rap battle? I don’t think that’s ever been answered. 2nd question (well, not a question): Dice is paying attention to Otome now…

I’m fairly sure that red brick warehouse was just that…as in the Red Brick Warehouse in Yokohama, which was also featured in Bungou Stray Dogs. Update: Oh, it’s (partially) a shopping mall…? I didn’t know that until now.

See, I told you they’re (Tom, Iris and Rex) probably foreigners…

That one shot of Jakurai? *chef’s kiss* Beautiful. Give me a million of ‘em. (Okay, I’m kidding to some degree, but I can’t help staring at it. Jakurai’s just too pretty…)

“Tweet-like lyrics”? Eh? When was Twitter a collective pessimist?

Oh, that’s basically the scene from the drama track. Where the heck is Jakurai fishing though…? I always imagined it to be at a river or a pier, not some concrete complex. Update: According to a user on Twitter, the fishing place is called “Ichigaya Fishing Centre”. It is, as you would expect, found in Shinjuku. Apparently, even Osomatsu-san featured the place...which would explain why it looks vaguely familiar to me.

Wow, I can’t believe how upfront they’re being about Ramuda breaking up TDD.

Ramuda thought in his deep voice…I almost didn’t recognise it for a second. It doesn’t even sound like Shirai. It sounds more like…Hayami, in fact.

“F*** yeah!” - …and they’re still going with the F bomb. Keep being you, subbers, keep being you.

That shot of Saburo in a dimly-lit room almost looks like the SR card in ARB, except in that one he has his headphones on (and might be outside, to my memory).

Oh, so the round thing really is Ichiro’s ring. It’s got an “I” on it too, i.e. the Roman numeral for one.

*Ichiro explains what happened to TDD from his and Samatoki’s side* - I don’t think we’ve ever seen the story from Ichiro’s or Samatoki’s perspective enough to know either thought this (or this way).

“Jiro! Saburo! Let’s go!” - …and Tom’s just taking photos as they leave, LOL.

I didn’t expect the TsudaKen guy to be back again, really.

Well, if this Google route is to be believed, “Sadamezuka’s soul” only lasts about 30 minutes by car crossing from one point to the other, hence Jiro’s remark.

Googling “Toyotama” and “Toyotama Line” gets you…Ghost of Tsushima links…?

…hmm. I’m not listening to it on a hugely loud volume, so I can’t quite tell what the pun is, but I think the word for “monk” in this case is “bouzu”. Then what’s the word for “electric dynamo”…? Update: The pun, according to Takahisa Maeyama, is Erekiteruteru Bouzu.

That ticking thing was really effective in terms of the song…but sasuga HypMic. Things went ka-blammo again.

So we’re probably going to see BB’s first DRB round next ep…or Matenrou doing another takedown similar to ep. 3. Or both. Both is good. (Or it could be the FP/M side of things, much like we got the BB/MTC side of things here.)

...Uh, shouldn’t that be “dawn”? The anime’s generally been very good about this (aside from the obvious typo in the BB logo), but…welp, they’ve done it now.

Update: The LOVE you see Hifumi and Doppo near is this one.

Update 2: As for the yakuwarigo, it…turns out, to no one’s surprise, it stays oddly consistent across all media, although individual treatment of the characters can differ depending on the author.

HGPC 4

Ooh, is this Element of Light?

Fate/Stay PreCure! Here we come!

Moriarty 4

Why is the “to” capitalised? (Is that even capitalised?)

Quinine.

I kind of knew the grapefruit and the heart condition and/or quinine would be relevant somehow…and boy howdy, was I right! I just didn’t really know what it was going to do, that’s all.

I thought the ED didn’t match very well, but looking at the translated lyrics…now it kind of makes sense.

#deca-dence #healin' good precure #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #akudama drive #Hypnosis Mic #HypMic #taiso samurai #Yashahime #Princess Half-Demon #simulcast commentary #Idolish7 #Idolish7 Second Beat! #Maou-jou de Oyasumi #Sleepy Princess in the Demon Castle #Chesarka watches HypMic #Chesarka watches Yashahime #Chesarka watches Maou-jou #Chesarka watches Yuukoku no Moriarty #Chesarka watches I7 #Chesarka watches Taiso Samurai #Chesarka watches Akudama Drive #Chesarka watches Deca-Dence #Chesarka watches HGPC

[mercieshana]

Viagra Prank (Jungkook x Reader)

Writer’s Note: Hey y’all! What’s happening? It’s been over a year, since I posted my last blog. It’s due to the fact that a lot of tough stuff happened last year and also this year and it just took me a lot of time to recover from it. During that time I didn’t feel inspired to write anything at all! Recently, I have have found my light again (or at least I think so) and I just felt the urge to write something down real quick. I hope it isn’t absolute trash, cause I didn’t really proof read it or ish. I didn’t have the time. Y’all enjoy it fam and lemme know what y’all think or just hit up my inbox if y’all have requests or just want to say something. Yaya! Have a blessed day!

Update: find part two to this story on my blog 😁

Word count: ca. 1800 words

About: It’s time for you to do a revenge prank on your friend, but the results of this prank go way beyond your expectation! (smut, dirty talk)

Revenge? Oh, it was most definitely sweet. You smiled triumphantly as you watched your best friend chug the last few sips of his smoothie on this hot summer day. Your plan was working out perfectly. You had carefully mixed some viagra into his cold smoothly and you were glad to see your plan was playing out as smoothly as it was. You chuckled to yourself. This was the perfect revenge. He had played a prank on you about a week ago and now it was time to get him back.

You casually took a seat next to him on the couch and waited for the viagra to take effect. Jungkook was busy playing Fortnite when suddenly he began to get hot.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” he asked, fanning a bit of air towards his sweating body.

“Mmm, it’s just you,” you smiled deviously - it was starting.

“Hm okay,” he replied, directing his attention back at the tv screen.

A few moments later you realized he was starting to sneak glances at you and when you caught him he’d quickly avert his eyes and focus back on the tv. Did you have something on your face? You jumped up and decided to take a look at your reflection in the mirror. You turned from side to side to make sure there was nothing weird on you, but there was nothing strange to be found. Confused, you made your way back to the couch in your friend’s living room. The moment you set foot in the room you felt a heavy gaze on you. You glanced up to see Jungkook’s piercing eyes directed at you, eyeing you like a hungry predator looks at its innocent and helpless prey.

“Ummmmm is something wrong?” you questioned, walking over to take a seat right next to him.

“Mmm you smell good,” he replied, taking a whiff of your peach body wash that you had bathed in a few hours ago, his stare not moving from you.

“Jungkook, are you alright?” you started to get worried. You thought all viagra would do was give him a boner and you’d be like “haha gotcha” and all would be well, but he was acting very strange.

“No, (Y/N). I’m so hot and I’m sweaty. I feel so....,” Jungkook was looking for the right words to explain his current state, his eyes traveling the ceiling of the room.

“Horny?” you added with your brows raised. Jungkook’s head snapped towards yours and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“How’d you know!?” he shouted, his brows furrowed.

“Cause maybe I had something to do with it....,” you admitted, your eyes straying away from his and finding comfort in the simple patterns of the carpet.

He jumped up angrily, trying his best to cover the very visible bulge in his pants with his large hands. You couldnt help, but snicker at the sight of Jungkook like this. Nothing had ever really riled him up or made him this uneasy before.

“Oh so you think this is funny, huh?” his voice suddenly changed and you looked up to see a dark and mysterious expression on his face.

“You caused this,” he moved the hand that was doing a poor job of hiding his dick that was literally about to burst out of his basketball shorts and your jaw nearly dropped. You didn’t know how to react, but you definitely couldn’t look away.

“So fix it,” he stated and you gave him a wide eyed look.

“Wh-hat did you just say?” you were in awe.

“I said fix it, (Y/N),” he repeated and you folded your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes.

“Why should I? This is payback for the other time,” you said firmly and Jungkook knew exactly what you were referring to, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Fix it or I swear I’ll beat your ass, until it’s a bright red color,” he threatened you and suddenly your body began to grow hot. Jungkook was unbelievable sexy, but seeing him frustrated and running his hands through his dark hair while ordering you to fix the problem you created was making your panties damp.

“Make me,” you retorted and got up to simply walk away to leave him even more frustrated and angry. This was most definitely funny to you.

“(Y/N), don’t make me do this...,” you heard his voice echo from behind you.

“(Y/N), don’t make me do this,” you repeated in a joking manner and added “You’re not going to do anything anyway. Your the sweet and kind Kookie remember? Your threats don’t intimidate me.”

Not even a second after you had finished that sentence you were pushed up against the wall. The side of your face was roughly being pressed against the cold wall and held in place there by Jungkook’s hand, while his other hand had crept below your skirt and into your panties.

“Ah, so you’re getting off on this, huh, (Y/N)?” you could literally hear the smirk in his voice when he realized your panties were soaked.

“N-no!” you denied and tried your best to free yourself from his grip, but it was useless, he had you right where he wanted you.

“Oh so if you’re not enjoying this then why are your panties wet?” he began to run one of his fingers up and down your slit and you couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“Ah we are moaning now? Are you sure you’re not enjoying this” he taunted you. You were most definitely enjoying it. You were growing wetter by the second and it was starting to get harder and harder to keep your self control in tact and your moans at bay.

“I’m gonna make you just as horny as I am, so you can see how it feels,” Jungkook announced and began to press one of his fingers into your core. You bit back a squirm when he inserted yet another one, your body growing hotter and wetter by the second.

“You’re so tight, (Y/N),” he whispered into the shell of your ear, his erection pressing into your backside. Minutes went by and Jungkook would do nothing, but tease your entrance, dip one or two of his fingers into you and then pull out, only to tease your entrance yet again. It was so frustrating and by now your wetness was running down your thighs. He knew just what he was doing to you and you really didn’t want to give in to him and let him have the power. What had happened to the cute and adorable Kookie you knew an who was this sexy and dominant male that was making you quiver under his touch?

“Jungkook, please.. I can’t take it anymore,” his teasing was beginning to become unbearable and you started to push back, hoping that one of his fingers would slip into you and stop the ache you were experiencing. Jungkook instantly removed his and and you let out a string of complaints and protests.

“So now you know how it feels to be super horny, huh?” he had a knowing smirk on his face and you wanted to smack him.

“Come back here and finish what you started!” you demanded and a strong hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your back into the wall.

“If anyone makes commands here - that’ll be me,” he asserted his dominance over you and not a word came out of your mouth to question that. You glanced up at him with big eyes and he released you from his grip.

“Now get on your knees and suck my dick,” he began to undo his pants and let them drop down and pool at his ankles. His tone was turning you on even more and you didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Do it or so help me, (Y/N)-,” before he could finish his sentence you dropped to your knees and earned a “-ah, good girl,” in return.

You felt his eyes peering down at you as you slowly hooked your fingers in his boxers and began to pull them down, his erection springing free from its confides. Your mouth was agape! It was a lot bigger than you thought and you didn’t know how to fit that in your mouth. Jungkook took care of that for you, using your moment of shock to put his cock in your open mouth and grab a fist full of your hair. Tears started to form in the outer corners of your eyes as he -almost violently- shoved his length down your throat. You instantly started to choke and gag on him, but he didn’t let up. All you earned from him were little grunts of pleasure as he abused your small throat relentlessly.

“Relax baby and breathe though your nose,” he said in a calming voice, wiping the tears from your face and then continuing his assault. Jungkook looked amazing. His hair was damp, his brows were furrowed and he had the darkest brown orbs you had ever seen. They almost appeared to be black and his appearance now was most definitely intimidating.

“Ah fuck!” you heard him exclaim a few moments later, his thrusts now becoming erratic - he was close. The idea of him making himself come by using you turned you on so much, you couldn’t help but touch yourself while he was abusing your little throat.

“Fuck, babygirl, I’m close! You better swallow all of this,” and with that you saw and felt his thighs - actually his whole body - tighten up, as he pulled you even further on to his cock and shot his hot seed down your throat. You didn’t protest or fight it, you took all of it, until he pulled his monster of a cock out of your mouth. Jungkook needed a moment to regain his breath after hitting such an euphoric high. You took the time to straighten out your clothes and calm down your hair that Jungkook had completely ruined.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asked, his eyes trailing you.

“Home,” you swiftly, spinning around on your heel to head towards the door. You couldn’t believe that you had just done this with your best friend and what was most unbelievable for you was that you let him make you this horny! You couldn’t let him have anymore of an effect on you than he already did, so you decided it was best for you to retreat in this situation, but Jungkook had other plans. He gripped your wrist and trapped you back against the wall.

“We aren’t done with you yet,” he had a lusty expression on his face and you realized he was still hard. Fuck!

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