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#it's summer and I'm weak
soleilnomoon · 8 months
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Sooo.... there's no way I could ever resist submitting a request in one of your events. +_+ Been hurrying to get up from bed for this, I hope I'll still catch a slot :D so excited you're doing this!!!!
Can I please have some mangos and strawberries, with a Mai Tai (Ace)? <3 I'd love to listen to any combination of the songs #3, #9, #39, #43 (sorry, but this SCREAMS of Ace; also any variant of it, like talking to a 3rd person about it), #38 (couldn't resist the combination). OMG. It's soooo hard to choose....! There's so many combi-ideas! +_+ I absolutely love this! Thank you so much for doing this event! :D
omg hiiii 🥰️ that pic is killing me 😭😭 lmaooo *shakes u* so i rewrote this like 10x i think, but it’s finally done and i am v excited for you to read it. also i’m so happy you requested, you always pick good prompts lmao anyway, ty for being patient 😊 as u know i’m slow as hell when it comes to writing — also the fluff almost killed me!!!! 💗
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3.5k words (pls pls i know i know!!!! it's not my fault, i blame ace), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (it's there i promise, somewhere) & smut (and angst that u didn't ask for <3); modern au! feat. ace being a menace as usual, reader in denial (serious serious denial) of her feelings, reader's a lil shyyy ok, public sex, (slight) public exhibition, public sex, choking, rough sex, hand job, oral (m receiving), ace being shirtless is a warning, childhood frenz 2 lovers (who am i), mutual pining, reader is foolish & needs to be honest, ace needs to calm down but he never will. idk! probably more stuff idr yk the vibes. (if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes, no u didn't bb 💕)
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a warm breeze wraps itself around your arms and legs, languid and loving — a heavy embrace that unjustly suffocates, with a light sheen of sweat that belatedly appears on your forehead. your denim shorts ride up higher on your thighs the more you move around; for some reason, you just can’t seem to get comfortable. loud music wafts from your parents’ house through the open sliding doors, the beats catchy and mesmerizing, lulling you into a much more relaxed state as you continue to lounge on the hammock in the backyard. another breeze glides along your skin, making you roll over onto your back, the rope from the hammock rough but comforting.
to keep yourself from spiraling, you close your eyes and soak up as much of the sun as possible. your lips are a little red and sticky from the popsicle you ate just a few minutes ago; it helped to cool you down for a bit, but the heat is relentless and oppressive.
after graduating from college, you left home and traveled for a few years; you’ve always had that itch, a desire to roam about freely without having anything — or anyone — tying you down. it’s why you left so quickly; it’s why you didn’t say goodbye properly; and it’s why you’ve been on edge all afternoon.
you groan loudly before covering your face with your hands.
“this is so stupid.” your words are muffled and strained, your frustration rising along with the temperature outside. it’s simple — all you have to do is casually strike up conversation with him and act like nothing’s changed.
so easy, right?
you desperately want it to be, but the universe has a penchant for bad jokes and the punch line is currently on its way to disrupt your life.
“he probably won’t even come by anyway,” you continue to mumble before dropping your hands. a frown climbs onto your lips afterwards. the idea that your parents might actually be wrong, that he isn’t going to come by like he promised he would, is all too much for you to deal with.
and suddenly, you feel like you can’t breathe; the air grows thick enough to choke on, an obnoxious thudding growing louder and louder in your ears—
but before you can succumb to your unfortunate demise, someone pinches your nose, disrupting the chaotic flow of thoughts pummeling into you one right after the other. squirming around, you stare, wide-eyed, at the last person you thought you’d see today.
despite pressing his lips together, it does nothing to stop him from laughing at you — not maliciously, but he really can’t help it. your look of genuine shock and confusion is cute. really, really cute. adorable, even. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s been waiting for a moment like this to pop up so you both can finally have that one conversation you keep running away from.
you are wholly unprepared to see ace this soon; words rush from the pit of your stomach up to your mouth, ready to fling ace’s way without restraint. but, as always, you hold back. you’ve gotten quite good at biting your tongue, at stamping out certain emotions; it’s better, easier that way.
no one gets hurt, right?
right.
with a sly smile, ace slides his sunglasses away from his face, upwards onto his hair; you were in such a daze that you barely heard him walk over. which worked out fine for ace, because he could look at you freely without you hiding from him like you usually do — a thing he hopes you’ve grown out of in the time you’ve spent apart.
if you thought you couldn’t breathe before, you’re definitely gasping for air now. lips parted, you inhale deeply as a completely different kind of heat surges through you faster than you’d like. he pauses for a moment before gently swiping his thumb along your plush bottom lip.
an insidious thudding echoes loudly around your ears, and you realize, in fear, that it’s the sound of your heart — beating erratically at his proximity and touch. talking feels impossible, so you remain silent and stare at him in disbelief.
it feels like an eternity passes before ace smiles again, your eyes track the way his lips slowly curve upward, bringing about that familiar dimple in his right cheek. something possesses you to reach up to touch his cheek, the tips of your fingers barely grazing his skin when you realize what you’re doing. you snatch your hand back quickly, a light-headedness descending upon you right after.
on impulse, ace leans down until his lips ghost over yours, the familiarity of the gesture triggering a memory so strong that goosebumps unceremoniously prickle your skin without remorse. you remember exactly how skillful his mouth is; you remember how your limbs were tangled with his; and you remember how you almost blurted out a hidden truth that you refused to admit to. he’d gone still, nearly statuesque as an unreadable look morphed onto his face; fear of rejection had you scrambling away from his embrace, nearly out of breath as you darted out of his bedroom without looking back.
remorse finds its way to you again, but your thoughts are too scattered to properly feel it. if you don’t figure something out soon, you’ll give in to him all over again — and you simply can’t do that.
however, ace has a way of diverting your plans with his whims and spontaneity.
“hey, pretty,” he says, voice low and husky, with a hint of that mischievous and boyish charm he’s well-known for; his hand on your hip is practically scalding, his thumb coasting dangerously on your soft stomach, but you don’t push him away. a soft whimper dares to slip out of your mouth when his grip tightens and you’re so sure that he’s going to kiss you — but he doesn’t.
ace straightens up and sticks his hands into his pockets, all innocent-like, completely disregarding the fact that he’s the reason why your heart is beating loud enough to rattle your bones. his cologne lingers — a rich and heavy, spiced scent with hints of blackberry — and you get drunk from it, mind a little hazy. you’re in too much shock to feel any sort of shame, and if he wasn’t so intent on teasing you for a bit longer, he would’ve already succumbed to the temptation of kissing you.
he really just meant to say hi, but you were being cute while talking out loud to yourself, your voice traveling further than you probably wanted; it was the sight of your exposed legs — curvy and soft, skin glistening almost flawlessly under the sun — that really fueled his audacity. since you’re prone to running, he did the only thing that made sense: invade your personal space. it’s the only way to keep you still long enough to talk.
or, so he thought.
“w-what are you doing here?” you ask in a panic, moving around on the hammock, eyes widening again as you shamelessly stare at his chest. he still has that peculiar habit of walking around shirtless, which is your justification for why you keep looking at him like that — his abs look more defined than before, but you refrain from touching him again.
ace completely ignores your question and instead says, “you’re hot.” he tilts his head a bit, that sly grin finding its way onto his lips again when you stumble over your words.
“i—what?”
you sit up and climb off the hammock with clumsy and hurried movements. thankfully he has the decency to not laugh this time, but that pesky dimple resurfaces, and you have to ball your hands into fists and sink your nails into your palms to keep yourself from saying something unnecessary and embarrassing.
“why are you—” you cut yourself off, take a deep breath, and try again, “i don’t understand.”
is he joking? he has to be, there’s no way he’s forgiven you for leaving him like that; and even though he called you pretty earlier, you’re sure that’s just his way of wanting to rile you up for his own amusement.
and while you’re not entirely wrong about that, he was being serious.
he lifts his chin and motions to your chest; sweat glides down your neck and sneaks in between your cleavage. you realize, then, that he meant that you literally looked hot. pressing your lips together firmly, you decide against speaking and opt to march past him instead. you don’t get far, if anything ace only allows you to move a few feet away before wrapping a strong arm around your waist and pulling you back.
your mouth dries and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t let up.
“you’re hurting my feelings, y’know,” he says quietly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. you bite your lower lip before rolling it in between your teeth, contemplating his words. you know you’re being ridiculous, and you know you owe him an explanation — your cowardice nearly wins out, but you settle down and sigh softly.
“you’re right, i’m sorry.” for so many things, but you keep that bit to yourself.
ace only laughs again at your austere demeanor. “just kidding, i just want to be selfish right now.” something about that sets your skin on fire, although it probably doesn’t help that ace places a kiss on the side of your neck before you can respond to him properly.
suddenly, all that fight that you had — that determination to avoid him completely — leaves your body. on a sharp inhale you turn around and look up at him curiously, to see if he’s actually being serious or not; ace stares at you intently, adoration saturated in lust clouding his vision. he holds onto the back of your neck and kisses you, his tongue playfully licking your bottom lip, grinning at how sweet you taste.
you shiver and open your mouth for him as he kisses you again, slow and sensuous, your legs nearly giving out from the intensity. his hand travels down your back, its descent searing and playful; you kiss him back with fervor and enthusiasm, lips moving against his as if this is a common occurrence for you two.
his tongue swirls around yours and when his large hand moves lower to grab your ass, you nearly lose your mind. there’s an intense, unavoidable ache in between your thighs as you cling onto him desperately, whimpering softly against his lips. he told himself he’d take it slow, but the way you’re reacting to him only confirms what he’s always known: you want him just as much as he wants you.
it’s in between heated tongue kisses that ace suggests a change in location. dazed and slightly confused, you feel yourself nodding as he tugs you along with him, anticipation making you stumble over your sandaled feet. he has half a mind to just carry you back inside, but you eventually keep up with his long strides. you hide behind ace when your parents step outside, boisterously chatting with a few of their guests as they sit at the table on the deck underneath the large awning. you’re glad they barely take notice of you — they’re halfway drunk already — and ace laughs at your demure behavior, prompting you to pinch his arm playfully and shushing him. it’s your feeble attempt at sneaking by without anyone interrogating you.
when you successfully make it back into your house, you let out a sigh, embracing the cool air.
“that was close,” you say out loud and at ace’s puzzled expression, you motion to your parents outside, “they almost saw us.”
he blinks slowly and lifts a brow. “so?” ace has never been one to hide like that, so he’s unsure why you want to.
“what do you mean ‘so’?” your face burns as soon as the words leave your mouth; you’re not sure why you’re feeling bashful, but it becomes harder and harder to look at ace. maybe it’s because you’re so aroused that you’d let him fuck you in the kitchen without complaint, or maybe it’s because you can’t come to terms with your feelings for him.
or, maybe it’s a combination of both.
either way, ace doesn’t know why you care.
sighing loudly he walks out of the kitchen, fully expecting you to follow — and you do. you’re unsure if you’ve said the wrong thing; actually, you know you’ve said the wrong thing, but before you can apologize, ace pushes you against the wall, hands placed on either side of your head as he cages you in.
“who cares if anyone sees?”
he’s right, you know that; it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. but when he presses places a kiss on your neck, you melt — heart beating faster than necessary, making you dizzy with want. you place your hands on his chest, his muscles firm under your soft touch; ace inhales sharply when you bring your hands lower, his cock stiff and heavy in his shorts, an irritating reminder that his self-restraint is dissipating quickly.
later on, when you reflect on this moment, you’ll chastise yourself about how impulsive you both were — fucking in your hallway while your parents entertain guests not even forty feet away — but for now, you just want to indulge in the fantasy and not think about anything.
ace grabs your wrist clumsily, suddenly remembering himself while halting your movements. you blink at him, confused and anxious; maybe he changed his mind about everything? maybe this was payback for the last time you were together — and, if you’re honest, you can’t exactly blame him. swallowing hard, you relax your face and opt for a more neutral expression.
normally much more forthcoming with his wants and desires, ace hesitates, momentarily, dark brows furrowed as a frown settles onto his lips.
“maybe we shouldn’t…,” he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours, inhaling deeply, your perfume immobilizing him temporarily before he speaks again. “you deserve better than me.”
you sit with his words for a moment but it’s not long before your hands work at tugging his shorts and underwear down. he looks at you, light brown cheeks flushed slightly when he notices the way you’re staring. you knew he was big, but goodness — still, you don’t let that deter you, and wrap a hand around his cock and slowly stroke it. ace lets out a quiet groan and it encourages you to move your hand faster.
with a soft peck on his lips, you say, “that’s not for you to decide.” which is all you’ll say on the matter. your feelings for him were too big for you to handle before, but now — now that you’ve been forced to confront your own damn self, a belated sense of clarity falls over you. it was never easy to convey your feelings into words when it came to him, but you’re very sure that he’ll understand you now.
ace’s hips jut forward when your grip around his cock tightens; he lets out a low hiss, doing his best not to be too loud since you’re so adamant about not getting caught. pre-cum spills from his slit, down onto your hand; a fascinating sight that has you sinking to your knees without much thought and replacing your hand with your mouth.
at that he moans much louder than he means to, but once your plush lips wrap around the thick head of his cock, he stops caring.
“fuck,” he breathes, leaning against the wall for support as you flick your tongue against his slit — a dangerous move, but one that you make with the full confidence that ace would, in turn, fuck you like you’ve always wanted him to.
you run your tongue down his length with gusto, as if his cock was an addictive summer treat. and, maybe it is, because you open your mouth and bob up and down his length. you use your hands for what you can’t fit in your mouth, moaning around him as you press your thighs together. your mouth is sinfully warm and wet — forbidden, almost; he grabs a fistful of your hair, holding you steady as he thrusts his hips forward.
holding onto his thighs, you slacken your jaw and keep your tongue flat, arousal building as he fucks your mouth. he knows he should be gentle, but he’s reached his limit and you’re being so compliant — he can’t really help himself. not that you mind, your panties are already damp from your slick arousal; his movements are rushed and purposeful, but you enjoy the way he’s seemingly lost control of himself.
you gag around him, breathe deeply through your nose, and ignore the tears that spill down your round cheeks. ace moans your name and your heart expands pitifully in your chest, warmth traveling all along your body. he knows he’ll never last if he keeps this up, so he pulls out of you without warning. you nearly fall over but you hold onto him, looking up at him curiously, long lashes tantalizing and mesmerizing as your tears start to dry.
he pulls you up to your feet and kisses you again with a hand wrapped around your throat; he gives it a teasing squeeze and you moan against his lips. it doesn’t take long before you unbutton your shorts and pull them down with your panties — your thighs trembling with each passing second. you wrap your legs around him possessively when he picks you up; the kisses grow more urgent and sloppier, your heart threatening to kill you mercilessly with how hard its beating.
this must be what dying feels like, you tell yourself, although when he rubs the tip of his cock in between your slick folds, you buck your hips forward and beg him to stop teasing you.
since he’s not that cruel, ace lines the head of his cock with your entrance and inches forward; sucking in a bit of air, you hold onto him tightly, and when you relax, ace thrusts into you. the moan you let out is absolutely indecent, your pussy a lewd, greedy thing that swallows his cock without much issue. with long strokes, ace knocks his hips against yours, a strangled cry slipping out of you unexpectedly. ace kisses you again and again — an attempt to keep you quiet — but soon, his strokes get shorter and frenzied as he fucks you harder, almost like he wants to incapacitate you with an orgasm.
you wouldn’t mind going out like that, especially when ace is fucking you like that, balls slapping against your ass loudly, mouth hungrily searching for his while you harshly drag your nails down the back of his neck. he doesn’t mind as the pain is minimal, and he likes the idea of you marking him the way he’s marked you.
it becomes increasingly difficult to keep quiet, but you’ve long forgotten why you needed to keep quiet in the first place. your saving grace is that your parents and their friends are more intoxicated than you originally thought and are in their own world as they laugh and dance outside. somewhere down the line, you lost your common sense — you suppose it happened when ace came to find you earlier — and because of that, you let go. your cunt squeezes around him tightly, your arousal coating the length of him; ace angles his hips and his cock reaches a spot that’s deep enough to make you babble at him incoherently.
he laughs and drops a playful kiss on your lips, his hands gripping your ass as he powers into you. a flash of white robs you of your vision, a liquid heat swirling around your lower abdomen as you cum hard with his name in your mouth. hips rolling forward, he bites your neck recklessly and your orgasm intensifies.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. yes!” you chant without restraint, throat hoarse, voice raw. he breathes unevenly, thrusting feverishly into your puffy pussy, his own orgasm finding him shortly after.
ace groans as he presses open-mouthed kisses down your throat, your whines saccharine and enticing; there are so many things he wants (and needs) to say, but he pushes that aside, deciding to enjoy this moment with you instead. you pant lightly and hold onto him, heartbeat slowing until it matches his. you should probably hurry up and get dressed, since there’s no telling when someone will come through that hallway, but you can’t be bothered right now. you’re much more interested in the way ace kisses you again, leaving you breathless and terribly in love.
if you were privy to his thoughts, you’d know that he feels the same way and has felt that way for a long, long time — and sometimes he feels like he loves you a little too much. still, you feel much lighter now, sighing softly as you arch against him; the intimacy of it, surprisingly, doesn’t scare you, and now you wonder if maybe you were thinking too much about everything before. it seems that your problem has always had a simple solution, but you’re just glad that ace pushed you to figure it out. it isn’t something you’d normally do, but for ace you have a tendency to think and act impulsively without warning; he likes that side of you, and hopes that you’ll keep acting like that in the future.
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johnhwatsons · 2 years
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If she wants the rain, I'll be the thunder  If she wants the sunshine, I'll be the summer If she wants the ocean, I'm going under Oh my god, oh god, oh god, I think I love her
- “Wonder”, Chey Rose x Our Flag Means Death
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rosehathawhey · 24 days
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thebirdandhersong · 10 months
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What recovery/healing summer has looked like so far:
talking to a counsellor for the first time for all the anxiety problems
making time to enjoy the little things. Like a meal, or a good song, or a hug from my mother
cooking for the people I love!
listening to the birds and to the rain
letting go of other people's problems and actually establishing boundaries (and by boundaries I mean not taking all the troubles of the world/everyone and their mother and internalising them as I've done for a while, but instead learning to just pray for them and trust that they're in God's hands, and not try to be the saviour or the one in control -- to let go of the things that aren't mine to hold onto and to let go of the past) (and also boundaries as in realising that I don't have to spend as much time with the friends who do a lot of gossiping/talking behind people's backs/criticising others -- I can still be their friend but I'm not a bad friend for not wanting to be surrounded by those kinds of voices constantly)
leaving my eyebrows the heck alone! (after plucking them obsessively for the past four years) I used to not like having thicker/wider eyebrows and bought into the whole slender and straight Asian brow aesthetic as a teenager..... anyway I'm tired of that and can't be bothered to waste my time :) also I LIKE the way my eyebrows looked before I started plucking them!
going back to my roots (Discworld audiobooks, drinking a proper amount of water, journalling again)
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kaerinio · 24 days
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the thought has hit me again: how many years did dany go without being hugged? like genuinely hugged with love, care, affection, and security.
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doortotomorrow · 2 years
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Summer & Ari
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moregraceful · 1 year
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I did so much today and none of it was homework but I DID sign up for ice skating lessons again and this is it I can feel it, this is the year I do a forward crossover without eating shit.
#local blogger sucks shit at ice skating but has a can do attitude!!!#i took lessons for almost two years and never managed and my teacher eventually passed me from her class bc it was so demoralizing for her#for someone to fail that many consecutive classes but still show up each week#but then my insomnia got really bad and i was just physically too weak to take lessons at 8am and had to quit#and then the pandemic hit and all the rinks closed for like almost a year and then i just never went back#but my body is atrophying and i hate going to the gym bc it's boring. my friends were like well do something that will keep you accountable#and so i'm back at it ready to fail for another two years!!!#sadly it is at sharks ice and not my little community rink that closes during the summer#which is horrifying. if i fall in front of the barracuda again i am never going to a game again#did i tell you all abt the time i was walking out of sharks ice after going to a public skate#and they had a big crane in the parking lot and i got distracted looking it at it#and tripped off the sidewalk and nearly fell#and then turned around and it was literally the entire sjsu hockey team walking out of the rink just staring me#i was like damn sorry you're too cool to be interested in construction equipment#like find your joy. it's a big crane with a huge ass piece of steal. how is that not worth looking at 😤#similar to the time i was skating at a public skate and tripped and looked up and members of barracuda were just there. watching from above#the opposite of a meet cute. a meet fail#i was like well this will be funny when i retell it to my uncles#and i told my uncles later and one of them laughed so hard he had to stop eating dinner bc he was afraid he would choke#and that's on san jose hockey!#fresno oilers.txt
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mainfaggot · 3 months
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tw eating disorder talk, pt.2 to the last post in the tags (once again, no mention of numbers that could be triggering, just a heartfelt rant bc I've been so afraid of talking about these things on here, but i really just need to get everything out bc . I feel crazy)
#so basically it was bad. this past summer the relapse was so sugarcoated in the sense that#i was telling myself it was fine. it didn't look the same as it did at my very worst#it didn't even feel the same#but it wasn't fulfilling either. it was stressful. it was exhausting. i was using my anorexia as a way to distract from having depression#i needed to feel a sense of achievement and i got it! but at the cost of my physical health#and my mental health was all over the place like less depressed sure. but way more anxious#it was weird. because even now i have to tell myself it wasn't okay. it wasn't fine. it's not worth it it's not WORTH IT#part of me keeps romanticizing it bc i was so in control and i was still working a little and still functioning in a socially acceptable way#but i know how much anxiety it gave me on a daily basis. only i know how my body ached and how low i felt from my immunity going to shit#only I know what it's like to have horrible circulation and constant weakness#no one else will live my life for me#I'm sure there are people who can live the way i was. im sure there are people who thrive like that#but they only thrive for a short time before it all comes crashing fown#and it's not worth the comparison bc when im suffering theyre not going to help me out!!!!!#when im struggling with the weight of it all. the people that promote tiny little portions and academic excellence with no room for#self compassion#they're not going to nurse me back to health#i won't feel a sustained sense of satisfaction from restricting and studying until i pass out from exhaustion. I've done that before#perfectionism is a parasite and this is a disease. it's a fucking mental illness and it's not even about vanity for me like thats just a#fraction of it#anyway#z.post
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emodennis · 10 months
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why did i decide to take a job at an extremely active and sport-focused camp this summer.
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jellyloveru · 3 months
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ugh.
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countlessrealities · 6 months
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Rainbow series headcanons: RED || Accepting !
@dynamoprotocol sent: 🧨 — a long fuse! a headcanon about my muse and their temper, and a time when they lost it. (for Summer)
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Unlike what one could think, Summer isn't quick at losing her temper. She can get emotional, very easily too at times, but that mostly leads her to be said and hurt. This is because, when something manages to make it past her detached facade, it usually goes to poke at her many, deeply rooted insecurities.
If you get on her nerves, she usually resorts to sarcasm and well placed jabbed. She makes a point of knowing where to hit, so that he can do it hard whenever someone has the bad idea of antagonising her or trying to attack her.
Her ruthlessness, however, isn't born out of anger. She gets annoyed, but it's always short-lived. The real reason behind her choice of tactic is that she has learnt that it's the quickest way to get the other person out of her hair. Most of the times, all she wants is to go back to her phone and to ignore the world around her, so she can mind her own business in pieces.
Her indifference, of course, is as much of a coping mechanism as Morty's anger issues are. At a first glance, it might seem that her way to deal with the shit her family has put her through is somewhat healthier than her brothers, but deep down they are not. Morty might be more destructive, but Summer bottles everything up, which just hurt her more and more.
And then, at times, it all gets too much and she explodes when certain buttons are pressed.
Having grown up as the reason why her parents are stuck into a shitty marriage, getting the bare minimum of love from them out of the fact that she is their favourite and their first choice compared to Morty, the one thing that truly sets her off is people giving shit to or hurting the few who are nice to her and who show that they truly care for her, unconditionally.
That's why she picked the Devil, literally, over Rick that one time and kicked her grandfather, the man she's always trying to impress, out of the shop. Mr. Needful was "nice to her", while Rick always ignores her in favour of Morty.
Speaking of Morty, one of the occasions when Summer lost her temper the most it was for her brother. The two of them don't always have the best relationship and, since they are both bad at communicating, they run into plenty of misunderstanding. Not to mention that they never shy away from berate and attack each other, especially when they are competing for Rick's attention.
However, with the passing of time, Summer has started to notice just how much Morty does to protect the rest of the family from the ugliest aspects that come with having Rick in their lives. Not just the tangible dangers, but also the emotional hurt. He shoulders most of it, quietly and discreetly, so that their parents and, especially, Summer herself won't have to.
While the girl never openly told Morty that she has noticed, she tries to return the favour, from time to time, by protecting and siding with him too.
That particular fight started as nothing new. Apparently, at least according to Rick, Morty had messed up on their latest adventure because he had gotten "distracted by a skirt". The boy had tried to argue that it hadn't been the case, that he had just being trying to help the alien girl out of a very sticky situation, but of course no one had believed it. Summer herself, at first, had just snorted, because it had sounded like very much typical Morty, but at one point she had looked up from her phone and saw the expression on her brother's face.
There had been no embarrassment on it, as she would have expected, nor he had been flustered. On the contrary, he had looked exhausted, bitterly resigned, frustrated and broken.
Summer had instantly grasped what everyone else was missing even if it was staring at them right in the face. Not only Morty was telling the truth, but they were all digging their fingers in a painful, ever gaping wound. All those comments about how he could never get someone to like him, how girls kept their distance because he came off as a horny little pervert, how he could never say the right thing without sounding like a creep. They were too busy laughing at him to realise what they were truly saying to him.
No one will ever want you. No one will ever like you. You're unlovable.
That had been the point where she had snapped. She had stuffed her phone in her pocket and jumped on her feet, green eyes hot with fury. She had yelled at their parents about how they had no right to judge because the truth was that they clung to each other and their poor ass marriage because no one else would ever stand to have a long lasting relationship with them. That they always ended up picking their shared misery because it was the best they could have.
As for Rick? Oh, she had had plenty to say about him too and she had told him as much. However, she had stuck to telling him how he should feel blessed that Morty gave him so much of his time and energy, because without him Rick would be just a lonely, sad, pathetic drunk. That said it all in her eyes.
Once she had been done, she had grabbed a stunned Morty by the arm and had dragged him up to her room. They hadn't talked about what had just happened. Summer had rolled up a joint and they had shared it in silence, before moving to play videogames.
Yet, she had known that she had been seen and heard when, the next day, Morty had come home with a beautiful bracelet for her, trying to shrug it off as nothing big, even if it was the kind of stuff that would get her the right attention from the popular kids.
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heffrondriving · 2 years
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you just got 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃!
#i bet you my cat that wall jump put ken's weak knees out of commission b4 forever tour even starts (ily sir <3)#BUT I CAN'T EVEN FOCUS ON HIM BEING A TOTAL LOVABLE GOOFBALL BC HONEY SOUNDS SO GOOD FUFKCKCJD#PLEASE MAKE THIS SONG LONGER THAN THREE MINUTES BOYS PLSPLSPLS I NEED IT#btr#big time rush#kendall schmidt#james maslow#honey#song#video#rusher#kendork#james✨#stop it forever#FR I HAVE A SINKING FEELING THAT THIS IS GONNA BE MY FAVOURITE AND I HAVEN'T EVEN HEARD THE WHOLE THING YET#IT'S A BOP GUYSSSSS IT'S AN INSTANT BOP GUARANTEED OR YOUR MONEY BACK!!!!!#THE VIBES ARE UNCHARTED. SO UPBEAT. IT FEELS A WHOLE LOT MORE ROCK SLASH POP-PUNKIER TO ME AND AS SOMEONE WHO'S MUSIC TASTE CONSISTS OF#EMO WARPED TOUR BANDOM KINDA STUFF IT'S GIVING. IT'S GIVING SO MUCH#KINDA LIKE A BIT OF THE DOWNTOWN FICTION/THE READY SET/ARTIST VS POET/ANARBOR SUMMER FEELS??????#MIXED WITH MORE INDIE STUFF LIKE COIN OR BAD SUNS FHFJFJF I'M NOT MAKING SENSE BUT THERES AN INVESTIGATION BOARD IN MY HEAD AND THE STRINGS#ARE ALL CONNECTED TO EACH OTHER STG TRUST ME ON THIS;; ALSO IS THAT A CARLOS CHORUS I HEAR??? BETTT LEZGEDDIT PENAVEGA#fuck why does it seriously remind me of i just wanna run by TDF or even fresh by AVP idjdfjfdjk i'm going insane actually#(allen no one gives a shit abt ur shit old man music taste go find a bridge to toss urself off of :^D)#now back to ur regularly scheduled emotional support eyebrows simping...#you ever just watch a vid and go 'oh yeah this is why i'm doomed to love this man forever'. this is It. his dumb cackle istg#damnit grampa stop being adorable or i'm gonna be too happy n comforted for my own good and we can't have that >:(((#in other news: the rude james compilation keeps growing lmao jkjk 😆 the way he goes 'it's nice...is that local?' while tasting his hand pls#i'm not kidding this song is already stuck in my head. i'm so fuckt
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rich's temperature is always pretty high. jake gets easily hot in the summer and cold in the winter. which means winter = maximized cuddles
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ihatechosingnames · 8 months
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I'm finally in Liyue. I like the very distinct chinese vibe of the place, I like less when they accuse you out of nowhere to be a killer only because you were one of the public. After escaping, meeting Childe/Tartaglia (on the jp dub they say clearly Tartaglia, on the English sub Childe, ma fai pace con la mente Hoyo!) and Paimon
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Now, Childe asked if the Traveler have met la Signora, which could mean anything, like "have you seen this woman? I'm searching for her/I want to take revenge/I'm a relative" but the possibility that he was Fatui wasn't that blatant. Maybe the mask? Is Paimon this attentive?
Anyway, we start our trek on Liyue, among tall mountains that I'm starting to hate since my stamina is not great, on meeting the Adepti
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After some dejavu on conversation because a god being dead seems so impossible, we go back to our "friend" to meet Zhongli and he does a better job than Venti to hide his true identity. Even when I remember not saying anything about a certain Anemo Archon
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Funny thing: Paimon thinking that Zhongli is an hired assassin for the Fatui
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Childe is right to tease her. Lumine's face doesn't even change and definitely is more focused on getting the job done.
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lonesomedotmp3 · 9 months
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if I ever start talking crazy and say that I want to leave uni or go home or see my parents u guys have to remind me of this moment... this cannot happen again seriously
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chanselysees · 9 months
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#sorry i need to vent ignore this#my new years resolution for 2023 was to work out consistently and get fit#bc i was really embarrassed at how physically weak i was last summer#and for the most part i did but with prepa and stuff i couldnt exercise as much as i wanted#but i still lost a bit of weight and was somewhat happy with the results for a while but#now i hate it again i hate it so much#ive been dancing a LOT (like 4h/week min. which is a lot for a fulltime uni student) bc it's convenient and good cardio and most of all FUN#and yeah the weight i lost is due to that and my cardio is good and im definitely much more fit than last year but#i still hate the way i look. so viscerally. and i know its my brain telling me nonsense bc it's not like a body can 'look bad'#and i'm lit a healthy weight im just a little thicker than french standards?#but i need to exercise more i want to lose all this fat i pinch my skin and wish it would melt beneath my fingers#but i dont have time or money for the gym and no buddy to go with and im intimidated so i just work out from home but#it's not enough i feel so discouraged. body dysmorphia in the summer really doesnt help my seasonal depression#like i truly believed this year would be my 'summer body' or whatever shit that means and its not and idk what to do i just want to be#in another persons skin. have another persons body. anyone truly#to the point that dancing isnt even fun for me anymore it's just competitive w myself i want to maximize the calories i burn and#i sometimes record myself cause i want to see the steps i miss and i did and i saw my body and it killed all my joy.#made me wanna die and cry. i stopped dancing immediately and i just swallowed back the tears cause theres no way i look like that.#so repulsive and nowhere near where i wanted. and again i know it's in my head there's no such thing as a 'repulsive' body due to weight!?!#but i cant apply that reasoning to myself. and i hate myself so much rn#im being called for dinner rn but i'd honestly rather not eat. i think i'd feel horribly gross if i ate anything right now#i told my friends i'd stop using hunger as a form of self-punishment but it almost feels satisfying in a twisted way... like i deserve it#clara tais toi#like ia m SO obsessed with my appearance in a way that is borderline unhealthy i am SO#preoccupied by how im perceived (physically) if i look hot if i look pretty if i look cute at any and all times and#the answer is never ever satisfactory because other ppls judgement of me cannot fix my own but like#it's so exhausting. i'm so exhausted#dl later
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