#love the 100% teenager face there haha

[pumpkinbxtch]

ok so like I just requested so please take your time on this next one, I’m over here asking again alr because you’re response was so nice to my last one it made me feel ok asking again 😭❤️❤️❤️ I’ll be a little more specific with this one <3

Apollo x Fem!Reader, where the reader is a mortal who keeps reincarnating every hundred or so years and Apollo falls in love every single time 🤭 and once again it’s been a 100 or so years, and suddenly he meets her again!!! this can be god!apollo or Lester!apollo bcs honestly there’s so many possibilities with both so I’ll leave that up to you :3

Again take your time with this one and feel free not to even accept it right away!!! Thank you for the last one again and pls have a great day!! YOURE THE BEST ❤️❤️

• ° . ☆ “Free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon”

— apollo x mortal!reader

part ii

Summary: Apollo has literally loved you for years and years and lifetimes. Now that you return to him, that time his crossroads will not be long, but at least he was able to see you and fall in love with you once again. warnings: bad words, yea umm. Haha a/n: I'm so happy you liked what I wrote. It's really very important to me. AND SORRY if I'm late, it's just inspiration. The gods refused to give it to me, but it is here. Kisses.- From the other side of the milky way, María.

The first time, Apollo saw you and without hesitation passed his heart towards you. Oh gods, he had the best weeks of his life, but then he had to let you go. You were a mortal, he couldn't be with you for long without exposing you to danger.

And since he loved you so much, he decided to give up, he forced himself to see more for you than for his need to be with you.

He had already calculated it, it was about 100 years or so to see you again, but throughout those, he changed completely, he had to face a great battle against his father's ego and that of himself. He almost forgot how old and ageless he was, when you spend more than six months fighting for your life, that's how it is. Until that day when he accompanied his now friends to an amusement park, the same ones as always; Will, Nico, Rachel, Meg, and the seven. Ten young adults, one teenager and ONE “apparent” young adult. They were having a great time, actually.

The roller coasters, the ice cream, the sun (him), the kiddie rides that Meg insisted on riding. But Apollo had gotten tired, can a god get tired? Well, he's trying to keep up with so many demigods with ADHD at a fun fair.

He took a seat on one of those wooden benches with faded rainbow paint. The others looked for him and gathered around.

— Apollo! I want to go to the water attraction —  Percy said, holding Annabeth's hand, who was apparently analyzing the map of the place.

— Yes, and then we go to the flying chairs — said Jason, his practically brother. A smile that he had never seen adorned his face, next to him, Leo hung from the blonde's neck.

—Yes, come on, sunny.

—Don't be lazy, I want to go to the carousel.— Meg said, squeezing the dolphin plushie that he had won for her in the shooting game.

Frank handed him his ice cream, and Hazel looked at him for any injuries.

Will and Nico seemed to have moved on, they were very lovey-dovey lately.

—Thank you, Frank. I'm fine —

— If you don't like sharing, I can go get one for you.

Apollo smiled and brushed his brown hair out of his face.

—I'm fine, man. Don't worry.

But he knew that wasn't the case, he felt something in his stomach that wouldn't leave him alone.

Piper and Rachel looked at each other, both seeming to read each other's minds as they discussed something.

—How about we walk Meg to the carousel and come back for you? It sounds fun, a bunch of us riding metal animals going up and down —  Piper said, taking Meg's hand. Rachel nodded and smiled at Apollo.

— Yes, I think it will be enough for you to rest.

No one had any objections, but Apollo had sensed a certain charm in the words of Aphrodite's daughter. Was he missing something?

Everyone advanced and Rachel was the last to set off, she looked at the god knowingly.

— Good luck.

Apollo did not know what those words meant, and he waved goodbye. A remorse for not accompanying them invaded him, but he stayed sitting on the bench. He ruffled his curls anxiously and leaned on his thighs, taking in the great view of the concrete with a cooler of ants carrying breadcrumbs. Then, he felt a hit on the head and an apology.

— Sorry! Are you ok?

He looked up and oh, fuck. It was you? He could feel his heart crushing and feeling on fire. Apollo stood up from the bench.

— I-I'm fine, don't worry.

The last time he had seen you, your eyes were the color of olive, now they were brown, but the look was the same. You gave him a warm smile and placed your hands on your chest.

— Really? —

He nodded and smiled, too.  For you, Apollo's blue eyes became familiar within seconds of seeing them.

— We know each other?

“We've met thousands of times,” he wanted to say, but he couldn't. In other lives, he had told you that he was a god, and you believed him. But the situation in how you had met that day, the hurried manner of your meeting, told him that the meeting with you would not last at all. Even so, seconds or glances were enough for him, he was already in love with you, again.

His heart was immersed in melancholy, and he wanted to hug you.

— Maybe…

You opened your eyes a little and approached him curiously, you smelled like lavender and sunshine, that last one made his stomach flip. You were almost invading his personal space, which made him push his chin back to avoid bumping into your nose.

— I thought that, too. Do you come here often? It's just that I work at one of those food islands. — You told him and stepped back smiling to show him your uniform. You had a cap with the company logo embroidered on it.

— Ahm yes, with… — He thought of Meg and the others. He made a silent apology to Artemis — My sister and my friends.

You widened your smile and dug something into your pants pockets.

Apollo wanted to kiss you.

You hummed and finally took out some papers. Would you give him your number?

You held them out to him.

— Coupons!

Apollo took them gently, your fingers collided with his, and you felt a kind of electricity in your stomach. You let out a nervous laugh.

— Well, see you…— The boy came out of his trance. A name, he wouldn't say Apollo, would he?, but…

—Lester! — You smiled again and waved your hand goodbye.

— See you, Lester.

And you walked away from him, leaving him empty and wanting to take you with him to spend the rest of the afternoon at the fair, to be happy, to be together.

He spread the coupons in the palm of his hand and looked at them. He was able to gain something from his misfortune, at least. Of course, why not? Burgers for everyone.

— Apollo! — Meg's voice made him turn, and he smiled when he saw everyone. It seemed that Will and Nico had found their way back to the others.

Rachel met his gaze, she seemed slightly worried. So at that moment it all became obvious, she knew he would meet you.

Apollo sighed and held up the coupons in his hand.

— are you hungry?

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧ #apollo x you #apollo x reader #apollo x y/n #pjo hoo toa #lester papadopoulos #lester papadopoulos x you #lester x you #trials of apollo

[arvensimp]

I'm so glad you wrote NSFW! Would I be able to get HC or a scenario where Arven has his first time with a female s/o? How would he be, is he nervous, does he ease her nervousness? I wanna know what he's like as a lover, I'm guessing gentle and soft but you never know lol ♥️

So! I definitely want to break this down a bit, if that's alright? I'm giving you three different kinds of first times with a female girlfriend, and i hope you'll like it that way? This definitely turned out waayyyyyy fuckin longer than intended lmfao

First Time(s)

Arven x female/fem reader

Nsfw content of course, fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal intercourse

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Arven doesn't strike one as the sort who has a fling and quits. Especially not for his first girlfriend. He's been alone for too long to find intimacy like that just to quickly throw it away.

So he has many firsts.

Sure, you've had kisses across the whole region, soft pecks on the cheeks, foreheads, hands, and mouths (he especially likes those), but getting to explore you with his hands was a very new experience.

His first time touching you intimately is actually kind of unplanned and happens in sort of a weird place. Geographically speaking.

You were back in area zero on a research request from Jacq. Arven had insisted on coming along with you as backup. While he was 100% aware that you didn't need any help looking after yourself, he still worried about his "most treasured" person being down there all alone. You don't blame him after what he's gone through, so you figure safety in numbers won't hurt.

You spend the day working on researching the paradox pokemon in the area, collecting samples to bring back to Jacq as you can, and Arven watches you in awe. Sure you were amazing the first time you'd come down here together when the professor had asked, but even then you'd needed the back up. This time though?

It was clear you were leagues and scores ahead of him, and he was so thoroughly impressed and infatuated with your ability.

That night back in one of the old research centers, which you had decently cleaned and made more or less habitable for your stay, you got cozied up together.

Arven sings your praises into your skin that night. "You were amazing out there. A real master, ya know?" He says between kisses at your throat. You're beneath him on top of plush sleeping bags above the newly cleaned cot, which was surprisingly roomy enough for the both of you.

One of his palms eases up your loose fitting sleep shirt, squeezing your breast tentatively. This part is still new ground to him, but he definitely loves it. Both the feel of its warm softness in his hand, and your reaction: a soft gasp then a grind that doesn't quite ease the ache building at your core. The way he's positioned himself above you, pinning you down, doesn't give you much to work with.

"Haha, my little treasure..." A kiss. "So cute..." Another. "You're so tough and big out there, but here?" One more. "I've got you here..." It's more loving than possessive the way he says it, diving back down to kiss and nip where your ear meets your neck.

"P-please... Arven, c-c'mon and touch me already!" You beg, legs splayed, grinding basically to the air.

He sits up as if he were shocked, and if you were paying attention you'd see how he goes red beneath his adorable curtain of hair that blocks half his face.

"Uh... R-really?"

"Mhmm!" You whine, sounding so hopelessly needy he feels like just entered some kind of video he'd watched as a teenager.

He swallows. "O-Okay... I-I've just...uh... Well..." He places a nervous palm on your inner thigh, and you move happily to his touch. "You tell me what...to, uh...to do." He clears his throat softly. "I mean. What you'd like. Okay? A-and tell me if you need me to stop."

"Mmm..." You wiggle your hips and furrow your brow, getting impatient. "I promise, just..." You hook your thumbs under the band of your sleep shorts and underwear, moving your legs around Arven so you can slip off your bottoms, then sit up so you can get your top off as well.

When you lay back down, completely exposed, your legs are now to one side of your boyfriend. "O-Okay..." He mumbles, and you're not sure if it's to himself or to you, but he starts to scoot to move between your legs, and oh...

It does feel strange to show that part of yourself to someone for the very first time. You resist the urge to childishly cover yourself with your hands as you open your legs fully to him, but damn if you don't want to hide your face with your arms.

Arven, meanwhile, seems transfixed by the sight of your core. His eyes are wide, and he's red as a tamato berry You can only handle his deafening silence for a moment before you wriggle and shift to close your legs and hide yourself. "S-sorry. This was d-"

"N-no!" Arven puts a gentle hand on your knee to stop you. "I'm sorry! I-I got...uh, distracted...y-you... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Can we keep going?"

You feel a weight you didn't know was even there lift from your shoulders. "Uh...Y-yeah..." You nod.

Arven leans down to kiss you again, focusing on your neck while the hand on your knee gently guides it back down to the cot. Once there, his hands nervously crawl up your thigh, and you can feel his fingers quake just a bit at the apex where your legs meet your center. You grind into his hand and give a small groan of anticipation to ease him on.

"Okay," He seems to answer you, pulling his face away from your neck to gauge your reactions while his trembling hand moves to cup your warmth. You hum and move your hips against him for friction, and he can't help but smile at your neediness. He's in awe at how physically hot you are, just from him touching you like this. Tentatively, he moves to slip his middle finger between your folds.

"Y-You're so wet..." He marvels at how easily it slides through. You waste no time at all, grinding against the digit, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get some friction against your clit.

When you do, you cry out your satisfaction and make quick work of continuing the motion, basically humping against his hand while he watches you, utterly dumbfounded and infatuated. He tries to catch onto your movements and rub tight circles around the engorged nub. The motion on his part makes you still as best you can so as not to mess up his ministrations and throw off your mounting orgasm.

"God, you're so needy..." He mumbles in a happily teasing way before leaning down to kiss at your jawbone. The sounds you're making, and the feel of your iron hot wetness are enough to drive him up the wall, but he can be patient. This is worth it.

When you eventually cum loudly and wetly all over his fingers, Arven doesn't know what he's brought you to; he's happy to just keep having you make stupid horny sounds while your hips buck beneath him involuntarily. He could get drunk on the sight, sound, and smell of it all. It takes your firm hand on his wrist and a breathy, whiny, "S-s-sl...slow.....please...." For him to jerk his hand away.

"A-are you alright?!" He asks, as if your winded state was an indicator that you'd been hurt. "I-I'm sorry, I got lost in...in it...a-and--"

"S'good..." You interrupt with a tired grin. "Jus'...jus'...give me...like? 10 seconds? Oversensitive..."

Arven's eyes go dinner plate-wide. "Did-...Did you? Did I?"

You nod, taking his hand and leading it back to where it had just been between your open legs. "Can you keep going? It's really good."

Arven seems to swell a bit with pride (as if he could get anymore swollen down there). "S-sure! If that's what you want! Just tell me what to do."

Already worked up, it doesn't take much to work a few more orgasms out of you in quick succession before you slow his hand with another request. "C...can you maybe...maybe uh...go inside...?" Your voice gets small as you finish the question.

"Y-yeah! Absolutely! Just. Uh..." Arven's fingers gently glide from where they'd been rubbing circles around your quaking clit, downward to you eagerly waiting entrance. You buck your hips in anticipation as his middle finger alone teases just along the edge. "...There?" And he's got to be kidding because he can see your wanton reaction and how you're grinding against his single digit, willing him to go inside and finger fuck you.

You only whine in near satisfaction. "Please..."

That seems to be enough for him because he plunges his long middle digit into you, and you cry out, arching your back and grinding your hips in a stuttery way without meaning to. Arven meanwhile seems to short circuit at this first exceedingly intimate feeling. His hand falters and you're left to grind mindlessly against him while he reboots.

"Y-You're so tight..." He says as he eventually starts picking up the pace to move his hand along with you. "S-so warm, too..." And you're not sure if he's saying it to himself or to you directly.

"H-How...how can you be this wet? Just from this?" He asks, and as he does so, he twists his wrist in a way such that his finger inside you can rub up against a deliciously sweet spot while his thumb can go back to rubbing against your clit.

Between your previous orgasms and his new ministrations, your vision goes white for a moment as you cum again almost immediately, clenching like a vice around his finger.

You sigh happily as your body relaxes back to contentedness. "That was wonderful..." You hum, eyes still closed. "Thank you, Arven..." You roll over a bit and place a hand on his still-clothed thigh. "Can I....?" You peak open an eye to look at your boyfriend, and he's sitting up ram-rod straight, a bright red blush dusting his features.

"Uh. N-no. I'm good. I need to. Uh. Go. Wash up. Be right back."

And before you can look down or question him, he's darted off to the makeshift washroom.

--

From there, Arven only gets better at servicing you with his hands. The fine chef that he is though, he soon starts to want to try new things. Things with his mouth.

It starts off as one of those jokes that he makes to gauge interest.

"Wow, you're so wet like this, I bet I could just drink from you,"

And you giggled and shut your legs, embarrassed (and maybe turned on?) But not willing to admit it, so he let it go that night.

Then he casually mentioned how delicious you look down there.

"I could eat you out like a man starved. I really could."

"Arven!!!" You once again blushed and brought your knees together, but you couldn't deny how earnest he sounded saying it.

It took him finally just coming out and asking you one day as he teased you.

"Think you'll let me eat you out today? Pretty please with whipped cream and pecha berries on top?"

You're splayed out for him, stuttering and whimpering and coming down from another orgasm when he asks this time.

"Ha....a-are you sure?" You ask, feeling a bit self conscious.

"My dearest treasure," He confesses, bringing one of your hands to his mouth for a kiss. "I've wanted to taste you since I first saw how wet you made my fingers that day."

"O-oh..." You swallow. "O-Okay then..."

He kisses your temple.

"Thank you. Just tell me if you want me to stop. ...O-Or if I should do something else."

Then he scoots down to your belly button and start kissing a solid line from there to your inner thigh.

His soft hair tickles while the stubble of his shaved face scratches just a bit in a very satisfying way.

You'd already cum twice on his fingers tonight, so you know you're wet, but you aren't prepared for the soft squelching sound your pussy makes as he parts your lips with his fingers, exposing you so very intimately to him. You can't help but whimper. Your legs move of their own accord to draw closed, but with his broad shoulders in the way, they can't.

"You're beautiful..." He says with breathless awe, his head lolling to one side to rest on your thigh as he looks at your core. He pauses there for a moment that feels like a lifetime before he delves in, licking a stripe up the length of you. The heat of his mouth gives you a whole body shiver, and you choke out a gasp.

"A-Arven!"

He looks up, and even in the dim light, you can see that his chin is wet. It makes your head spin.

"Hm? Is that okay?"

Your head falls back on the pillow. "Y-Yeah... K-keep going."

He hums again, eyeing your pussy up and down before latching onto your clit with his lips and gently sucking. The fingers that were spreading you apart for him slowly sink into you, pumping in and out in a slow rhythm that has you choking out broken moans of his name.

He's relishing every sound and movement you make for him, humming his delight onto your clit, which has you nearly cumming all over again, but he pulls away too soon, and suddenly your whole pussy which had just felt so warm with all of him has gone cold.

"I wanna try one other thing. Is that okay?"

You're nearly drunk on the need to cum again at this point, so you nod your assent with fists clenched in the sheets. "Pl-please, Arven! Just let me cum for you!"

"I want it just as bad as you do, don't worry..." He says with a smile in his voice, as he lowers himself back to your cunt. This time rather than let his mouth latch onto your clit, it goes just the tiniest bit further south, allowing his tongue to probe your pussy. At this angle, his nose is also able to press delightfully against the engorged button of your clit, stimulating you in two ways at once while he drinks from you, as he'd promised, like a man starved.

You're so lost in the throes of ecstasy that you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed over the slurping sounds he makes as he tongue fucks you.

To help improve the angle though, Arven hitches your thighs over his shoulders, and as you cum, you end up squeezing his face just a bit more forcefully than you would have intended otherwise.

When you come down from the high, Arven is laughing at you, fully delighted at the fuck-drunk look on your face.

"I-I could've killed you!" You meekly retort to his laughter.

"What a helluva way to go that'd be though, right?" He says, plopping down next to you.

--

For all the fooling around you two had done, you still hadn't gone all the way yet.

It wasn't really about the whole notion of protecting the sanctity of virginity or some tauroshit like that. Genuinely.

Arven was just still kinda nervous.

He likes you. Like, a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Probably loves. Maybe definitely, even.

And he knows he's good at making you feel good with his mouth and his hands. That's not a problem.

But... What if...what if he isn't good...with it?

First of all, he's felt you. Again. A lot. He knows very intimately how tight you are. What if...what if he doesn't fit? Like, he doesn't want to toot his horn (heh), he's not saying he's huge or something, but his dick is definitely thicker than his fingers. He's checked. And he really doesn't want to fuck up and hurt his favorite person.

Beyond that, even if he does fit, (which logically, yeah sure he should, but even still, the panic is kinda there), what if he can't last? Like, fuck, he came in his pants like some sad teenager back when he'd first made you cum. How embarrassing would it be to do that again?

None of this is helped by the fact that thinking about each of those things only makes the problem worse.

So, it's up to you to start the conversation.

You've got Arven at your place one evening between gigs as a champion and an intern researcher. After Arven has very thoroughly taken care of you in the bedroom and before you go to take care of him, you ask.

"Would...would you want to maybe...go all the way tonight?"

Fuck, you'd wanted to sound sexy, but that just sounded sorta hesitant.

Arven swallows, looking your naked form up and down. "I...I do. I want to, I mean... But...are you sure? A...are you ready? Are we ready?"

You sit up and take his hands in yours, making sure to look him in the eye as you speak. "I'm ready when you are. That said, there's absolutely no rush on my end. Please don't feel any sort of pressure on my behalf. We can keep going at whatever pace makes you comfortable; just know that if, and when, you want to go further, I'm on board."

Arven looks at you, then down to your joined hands for a moment.

He squeezes them.

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Now?"

"Uh..."

"Uh...?"

"Do...do you have any condoms?"

"...Fuck." You scramble for a moment, trying to think if you ever grabbed any from the nurse's office back before you were graduated from the academy because you know you've definitely never bought a box. Even then, those things expire. "I...don't..."

"I...might have some? Hold on." Arven gets up and heads out of your bedroom, stark naked.

It takes a few minutes, but he eventually returns with a little foil packet in hand. "It's not expired either. I double checked." You can also tell he took a moment to get himself hard again, and he looks just stunning.

"Perfect! So...how should we do this?"

"Like, position?"

"Yeah."

"Um.... I wanna be able to see you."

"Me too..."

Arven thinks for a moment before deciding. "Just...lay back down, okay?"

You do as he asks, and Arven moves to hover over you on the bed, condom still in hand.

"Okay..." He seems to say half to himself as he tears open the package and takes the rubber out.

You watch him for a moment as he rolls it down his length.

"Is that something you practiced before now?" You ask on a whim, trying to be light hearted.

Arven gives you an odd look, raising an eyebrow and quirking his mouth into a half confused smirk.

"Well...y-yeah? It's important to be safe?"

"Just curious..." You say, leaning your head back. "It's not something I ever put much thought into in my experience... I'm glad you did though."

He leans down and kisses you lightly. "Of course..." He brushes a lock of hair out of your face. "Just...tell me if you need me to stop. At all. For any reason. Okay?"

You reach up and cup his cheek in your hand. "Always. And same to you, ya know? If you want to stop at any time, we absolutely can."

Arven nods then kisses you again. When he pulls away, he strokes his covered length a few times before bringing it to your folds. He grinds against you a few times, purposefully trying to gather your wetness along the rubber before it enters you. The sensation makes you both shudder.

He exhales as he lines up his cock. "A...are you ready?"

You nod.

Arven moves painfully slowly as he enters you, but he pauses halfway, groaning. "Relax, p-please... Too tight..."

"Ah, s-sorry..." You reply, releasing a shuddering breath that you hadn't realized you were holding. "B-better?"

"Mhmm..." Arven nods as he continues pushing his way in until he's fully sheathed within you, at which point he drops his head to your shoulder.

You reach up and pet the hair at the nape of his neck. He's delightfully filling, and while it stings just a bit, he really did prepare you so well for this.

"You okay?" You ask.

"I-I..." He chokes as he nods into your shoulder. "I need a second... Please d-don't move..."

"Okay," You reply, continuing your soft ministrations with his hair, twirling it gently in your fingers.

"Y-You're so good...so t-tight..." He mumbles into your shoulder after a few moments, his hips slowly pulling back from yours.

The drag feels wonderful, and you match the motion as best you can. "You feel amazing too," You whisper into his skin.

It takes very little time for Arven to start fucking you in earnest from there, and he thanks every single one of his lucky stars for the condom and the idea that it maybe dulled the sensation for him (placebo effect or otherwise) because he's pretty sure if he'd tried to go in without it he would have cum halfway through the first stroke.

Far too soon than he'd care to admit (but still a worthy effort!) he shudders and comes to a stop above you, groaning sinfully before his shaking arms give out and he collapses, sweaty and glorious on top of you.

You, for your part, are still entirely blissed out from being fucked, and are happy to scratch loving and happy circles into his back.

"Good?"

"Good..."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader

[moonlit-horrors]

heyyyy beautiful person I saw your requests were open

Yk that scene in scream where Liv and Chad were making out and then Chad told her that I'm not 100% sure you're not the killer and she got mad and left could I possibly get a Mindy Meeks x female reader of that scene (including the makeout pls 😭)

Thanks anyways and have a nice day/night❤️

 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Unsure　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⊹ฺ Character(s): Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream 2022)

     ☽ Request Status: Open ☾

⊹ฺ Contains: Use of She/They pronouns for the Reader; Mentions of underage drinking/pot use; use of the petnames “sunshine” and “baby”; Mentions of murder; Angst; Reader might be too forgiving, honestly; SFW

(Please let me know if I missed anything!)

⊹ฺ Note: Thank you so much for requesting, Anon! It literally means so much, haha. Apologies in advance, because I have never written a make-out session before, but I still really hope you like it! <3

     ☽ Word Count: 1.6K, 3 pages ☾

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(Y/N) frowned, looking at everyone around her having a good time with mixed emotions. Their friend just died, and this was supposed to be a way to mourn, not get plastered. (Y/N) also acknowledged how that could have just been their thought process as someone who didn't drink. It still felt odd to them that it seemed like Amber was hosting a little rager instead of a memorial.

She looked down at the unopened can of Coke in their hand and opened it before looking back toward the living room couch. That was where (Y/N) had spent most of the first half of their night before Chad and Liv started making out right next to her. Lucky for (Y/N), the couch was open again, and she could stop awkwardly leaning against the staircase. (Y/N) took a drink before navigating the crowd of drunk teenagers to the spot she claimed on Amber's couch.

"Hey, sunshine." (Y/N) jumped slightly at the new presence before looking over at who had sat next to her. (Y/N) felt the tips of their ears heat up as their eyes met Mindy's. 

"Hi." They mumbled with a smile, forcing her eyes to look somewhere else. Despite that, (Y/N) could still feel Mindy's eyes on them, lingering just longer than necessary. They could picture the slightly cheeky grin on her face. Mindy loved to tease them.

Mindy laughed beside them, turning her eyes to the screen where Stab was playing. As oddly as it sat with them, (Y/N) couldn't help the vague amusement at the movie that was playing. Still, that amusement was also dampened by knowing the film's story. (Y/N) knew that Mindy considered it one of her favorites, and (Y/N) also wondered how much of the favoritism came from having something of her uncle that wasn't a picture.

"(Y/N)." They perked up at Mindy's voice, looking over at the girl almost too eagerly. "Come here." Mindy's teasing grin returned, and the flustered heat spread further over (Y/N)'s face. Mindy's left arm moved to the arm of the couch, her beer still in her hand, and (Y/N) was so close to drooling. Mindy looked so relaxed and confident as she borderline manspread on the couch.

"You are so pretty." (Y/N)'s words were hushed and full of awe as they looked at their girlfriend. Giggles escaped their lips. "Like, holy shit." 

Mindy laughed along with (Y/N), patting one of her thighs and beckoning (Y/N) to come closer. As (Y/N) moved closer to Mindy, Mindy moved her legs closer together to give (Y/N) a more stable seat. (Y/N) pressed herself into Mindy as she sat down, watching the movie as Mindy's free hand came to play with hers. At that moment, (Y/N) forgot every thought and feeling that told them she was out of place, focusing on nothing but the girl underneath her. Even when Mindy's brother sat on the chair next to them, letting himself be outwardly frustrated, (Y/N) didn't care; they just continued to laugh at the movie with Mindy.

As the actor playing Randy stood up to explain The Rules, Mindy's hand moved from (Y/N)'s and settled on their hip. (Y/N) laughed, knowing that whenever the scene played, Mindy felt the urge to break one of those rules while she was with (Y/N). Or, if Mindy didn't want to break one of the rules, she teased at it just to make them laugh. Mindy pulled (Y/N) closer - which she wasn't sure how she did it - as she halfheartedly protested Chad leaving the house to find Liv alone.

"Yeah, Chad, Min's right." (Y/N) but in. "The killer already went after Tara, and in case you haven't forgotten, we're here because they killed Wes. Going alone is stupid as hell."

"She's not texting me back." He answered, shrugging on his letterman jacket, paying his sister and her girlfriend no mind.

"Because she's probably dead." Mindy shot back, moving her head to the side as (Y/N) went to rest her eyes against Mindy's neck. As soon as the response left Mindy's mouth, (Y/N) pinched her thigh. "Hey!"

"Don't be mean." They shrugged. While there was a chance that Mindy was right, (Y/N) preferred not to think about it.

"Thank you, (Y/N). And Jesus, Mindy. That's my girlfriend. I love her."

"That was your girlfriend." Mindy drones, taking her eyes from the screen to look at (Y/N). They looked back into Mindy's warm brown eyes, looking at her somewhat incredulously. Mindy pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, and they knew it was meant as a silent apology from her. They kissed Mindy's cheek back.

"So, you're just gonna sit here and watch a movie about our uncle getting stabbed?" He asks in defense, motioning toward the TV.

(Y/N) looked between the Meeks-Martin siblings from their spot on Mindy's lap. Mindy shrugged at her brother, squeezing (Y/N)'s hip. "It calms me down, okay?" Mindy rolled her eyes. "I'm also gonna smoke some weed and possibly hook up with (Y/N)." Mindy smirked, sending (Y/N) a wink that made them look to the side in embarrassment.

"Have fun." Chad nodded, walking off to find Liv, heeding Mindy's warning of grabbing a weapon before entirely making an exit. Mindy didn't even look back at her brother and instead set her beer on the floor. (Y/N) took another quick drink of their Coke before following suit, looking down at Mindy. Despite being in public, and despite the Rules of Horror Movies, (Y/N) could never resist the opportunity to kiss Mindy.

Mindy smirked up at (Y/N), pulling them closer by the back of their neck. Immediately, one of (Y/N)'s hands went to Mindy's thigh to keep themselves steady while the other went to her shoulder. Their lips met, and (Y/N) couldn't help the soft smile straining itself into the kiss because of how sweet that first kiss was. Gods, how they loved Mindy's kisses.

After that first kiss, they multiplied instantly, and while they were still sweet, (Y/N) could feel the mood shift. The kisses were becoming less soft and closer to bruising with every passing second. All thoughts of an innocent make-out session were gone once Mindy's tongue slid against the seam of (Y/N)'s lips. Their lips immediately parted, and (Y/N) pushed their tongue to move passed Mindy's, hoping to take the lead. Mindy entertains their whims for a moment, opting to shift their body so (Y/N)'s straddling her.

(Y/N) flushed, feeling how Mindy's hand moved from the back of their neck to cup her cheek and how she sneakily raised one of her legs. Mindy softly laughed at the squeak that left (Y/N)'s throat. (Y/N) felt their body ignore any dominant front they had attempted moments before as Mindy reminded them who was in control. "You're so sweet, baby." Mindy praised against their lips before going in for another kiss. 

(Y/N) kissed Mindy back, letting their teeth scrape softly against her lip before pulling away. "Were you serious about hooking up?"

"Absolutely." Mindy replies with a nod, pressing a gentle kiss against their lips. "But, I can't be sure."

(Y/N) frowned, pushing themselves away from Mindy. "What do you mean?" Though they were slightly bummed out, (Y/N) was more confused than upset. Consent is key, and either party is free to change their mind. The insecure part of their mind needed an explanation.

Guilt showed in Mindy's eyes. "It's just-" Mindy sighed, making sure (Y/N) would be steady as Mindy sat up. "I don't know if you're the murderer." Mindy looked down, but her grip stayed secure. She didn't want to let (Y/N) go - she wanted them to hear her out.

"But-" (Y/N) felt their eyes tearing up. They sniffled before speaking up. "But, I was with you when Tara and Wes were attacked!" (Y/N) couldn't keep their bottom lip from trembling, nor could they bring themselves to pull away from Mindy.

"I know, baby, I know." Mindy sighed again, finally looking back into (Y/N)'s eyes. "But sometimes there were two killers. And you shouldn't trust me so blindly either."

(Y/N) didn't know if Mindy was hinting at something, but they still refused to believe that Mindy could be the killer - or one of the killers. They knew that Mindy could be blunt and cynical, but (Y/N) knew that Mindy wasn't a murderer, whether under the guise of Ghostface or some other circumstance. "Mindy, you wouldn't."

"Oh yeah?" Mindy got closer to (Y/N)'s face in a way that felt slightly threatening. (Y/N) assumed Mindy was doing it out of some kind of self-defense thing. However, they still couldn't help the shiver that rolled down their spine or the urge to bite their lip to focus on the physical pain rather than the emotional pain they were starting to feel.

"Yeah." (Y/N)'s voice cracked, and tears still trailed down their face. They refused to show any hint of anxiety, wanting Mindy to know how much they loved and trusted her.

Mindy took (Y/N)'s hands in hers, pressing a kiss to their backs. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

They nodded, finally pushing themselves out of Mindy's lap. They picked up their can of Coke from the floor and moved to the far end of the couch. As hurt as (Y/N) was at Mindy thinking they could be Ghostface, they still loved her. They could deal with their hurt feelings with Mindy tomorrow or even when all the murders were over. For now, they just wanted to be with their girlfriend and make sure she made it through the night.

#scream #scream 2022 #scream x reader #scream 2022 x reader #mindy meeks martin #mindy meeks martin x reader #mindy meeks matrin x fem!reader #she/they!reader #scream angst #scream x reader angst

[luminarii]

I’m bored and high on meds and decided to make Avatar the Way of Water HCs

here we gooo

Jake: - has definitely, actually roared at his sons at least once out of frustration - is still super in love with Neytiri, like a teenage kid - while Neteyam may be his first born and the "golden child" of the Sullys, Kiri has a very special place in Jake's heart - carries Tuk under his arm like a purse

Neytiri: - used to sing her kids to sleep when they were little - she doesn't strike me as the parent who would get mad at her kids for saying bad words, unless they're aimed at another person - was heartbroken when she learned that Kiri cannot connect to Eywa safely - doesn't like when Jake carries Tuk under his arm like a purse - strikes me as a mother who hated being pregnant, but loves kids so much she happily did it anyway

Neteyam: - he's bi - like you cannot tell me that Neteyam is 100% straight - *was - read human books in attempts at looking smart for people he had a crush on - books were always turned upside down - "oh uhhhhh that's because I'm so smart I can read them upside down haha" - everyone knew he couldn't even read because no one can because the Na'vi do not have a written language

Kiri: - Sass Queen™ - which she got from her father, Jake - connects with Spider so well because they both feel different from everyone else around them - I will riot a lil bit if she doesn't develop feelings for a girl in the future - still calls Lo'ak "penis face" once ina while to put him in his place - is probably a vegetarian

Lo'ak: - still thinks fart jokes are funny - dumb as a brick but tries hard not to be - Payakan is his Bestie™ - tried to make a Bestie bracelet for him and Payakan - found out it didn't work - cried - tries to be tough and cool - looks too cute so it's not really working is it - "oh man I'm crushing so hard on Tsireya" proceeds to leave her with his brother's dead body for like an hour

Tuk: - i have a feeling she will look most like her father growing up, but act most like her mother - will probably have matured too much in the 3rd movie due to the trauma of the 2nd - if anything happens to Tuk in Avatar 3 i will riot on the streets with fire

Spider: - Neteyam taught him all the bad words - All The Bad Words In The Entire Na'vi Language - Spider speaks fluent Swear Words™ - but is actually a good boi - most likely annoyed the f*ck out of Quaritch on purpose in hopes of him letting Spider go while captured - obviously didn't work since Quaritch is more annoying than Spider and thus immune to annoyancy

Tsireya: - claims she's in love with Lo'ak - was mighty fine with the idea of Lo'ak swimming into Payakan's mouth when she still thought Payakan was evil - like girl wdym "I met a boy" - are you in love with him or nah?? - otherwise she's the Na'vi embodiment of glitter and rainbows - probably a little traumatized after Lo'ak left her with Neteyam's dead body - but yeah she's all good uwu

Aonung: - flirts with boys - swears he's straight as an arrow - cannot tell the difference between a bow and an arrow - like the kid has a fixation on tails and you tell me that boy is straight???

Rotxo: - no he's not one of the jerks that messed with Lo'ak - he has a look-alike you fools - Rotxo is actually a good boy and cares about people - especially Kiri 0w0

Quaritch: - played too much CoD growing up - that's it that's all there is to that cracther - i misspelled *character but i'm gonna leave it at that - too lazy to fix my mistake

Tonowari: - cutest character of them all despite being a grown man - only rivaled by Tuk - Tonowari and Tuk could have "cuteness contest" and Tonowari might actually win - like he's so full of fluff and care and love - still wouldn't say no to him railing me in bed tho

Ronal: - would kill a man to protect her spirit sister - would kill a man to protect her family - would kill a man to protect her people - would kill a man

#avatar #avatar 2 #the way of water #avatar the way of water #avatar hcs #avatar headcanons #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #kiri #lo'ak #tuk #spider #tsireya #aonung #rotxo #quaritch #tonowari #ronal #strong meds sorry :))))

[arlmy07]

Random Anime Characters + Things My Friends Have Said

Aizawa: "I'm not built to 'have fun'."

Luffy: "I have long arms. Try me."

Saiki: "This is the dumbest conversation ever. I'm leaving."

Leon: "Haha sucks to suck."

Sugawara: "Stop taking everything so seriously. CaLm DoWn."

Sukuna: "Let's make a game where we like...kill people....But it's for fun..."

Miyamura: *narrating Hori's anger* "And behold there came from the heavens a torrent of blood and fire...in the form of a teenage girl."

Shinso: "My wifi died so I will too."

Zenitsu: *about Chuntaro* "You don’t know how much you’ve helped me. You don’t know much of anything, but that’s irrelevant. I love you little guy."

Oikawa: "Thank you, me, for being so wonderfully dramatic."

Isaac: "Before we get started, make sure you hit subscribe and smash that like button. 'Cause if you don't you could die. Like literally. Alright, who's ready to go collect souls?"

Ussop: *on being a pirate* "This is great and terrible at the same time..."

Hilda: "Oh don't worry, you won't get matched with anyone."

Bakugo: "That's only because we're not allowed to duke it out for the bigger serving..."

Eren: "Everyone is called to do something. Some...might be called...to take out the trash."

Sanji: "I have a picture in my wallet of just one person and it's a girl."

Sokka: "The point is that spaghetti raises the competition by like...100 percent."

Nendo: "Hey do you have your face?"

#incorrectquotes #haikyuu #bnha #the disastrous life of saiki k. #aot #angels of death #baby beel #one piece #horimiya #trapped in a dating sim #jujustu kaisen #atla #incorrect bnha quotes #avatar incorrect quotes #incorrecthaikyuu #incorrect one piece quotes #incorrect saiki quotes #incorrect aot #incorrect anime quotes

[sequinsmile-x]

SO MANY PROMPTS THIS IS TOO HARD but if i had to pick, i’d love to see hand holding prompt 37: not realising they’re holding hands till someone points it out! 🤍

I really hope you enjoy this bestie <3

-x-

Words: 1.5k (ok so it's not 1k or less...but for me that's not bad!! haha)

Warnings: none!

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He can tell something is wrong the moment he gets home. 

He’s rarely home later than Emily, his job lecturing at the academy often meaning he was home long before her. Usually, when she was home first, he’d arrive to find her and Ivy on the couch together, talking about their days with a TV show he hates on in the background, both of them turning to look at him with matching grins as they try to convince him to order in for dinner. 

They would, of course, always manage it. He’d never been able to say no to his wife or his 15-year-old daughter. 

The house is silent as he enters it. No excited chatter from his teenage daughter, no laughter from his wife. The last time he remembered it being this quiet was shortly after Jack had moved out for college, all of them grieving his absence in silence. 

As he gets closer to the kitchen he hears the clamour of plates, of cabinet doors opening and closing with a little more force than necessary. He turns the corner to find his wife emptying the dishwasher with a level of aggression he hadn’t thought was possible. There’s a large glass of wine on the counter, with the bottle still next to it, 

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, announcing his arrival, and she barely looks over at him, a tight smile on her face. 

“Hi honey,” she replies, continuing her task of putting the dishes away, “How was work?” 

Aaron suppresses a sigh, well aware that it wouldn’t help matters, unsurprised at her usual attempt to deflect any questions she knew he would ask.

“It was fine,” he replies, stepping closer to her but still not touching her, “What’s going on?” 

Emily freezes, hesitating for a second before she grabs another plate from the dishwasher, “Nothing.” 

He closes the gap between them, removing the plate from her hand and setting it down before he pulls her into a hug. 

“Em, sweetheart, we’ve been married for nearly 17 years,” he smiles, tucking some of her grey hair behind her ear, “You’re going to have to do better than that.” 

Emily sighs and then clears her throat, the memory of her argument with her daughter still creating a tightness in her chest. 

“You know that party Ivy wanted to go to?” She says, her focus on his tie as she avoids his eye contact, sure that if she looked up at him she’d cry.

“The one with no paternal supervision that we said no to,” he replies, remembering the initial conversation well. Ivy had been annoyed. She’d rolled her eyes at them in a way that was 100% Emily, not that he’d said it at the time, and stormed off to her room. 

“Yeah, that one,” Emily says, finally looking up at him, her smile wavering, “She brought it up again. I said no again, and she…she told me that she hates me and that I’m ruining her life.” 

He sighs, closing his eyes briefly as her words sink in. Emily’s Achilles heel had always been their children. Her fiercely protective nature was never more clear than when one of them was hurt or upset, meaning he had, more than once, had to stop her from going to the school to confront the parents of bullies. It meant that they had the power to upset her in ways very few other people did, something that had become apparent very early on when a young, and upset Jack, had yelled at her that she wasn’t his mother. 

He had called for mom for years now, much longer than the years when he hadn’t, but Aaron knew Emily still thought of it even now whenever they met someone new and introduced their family. 

“Sweetheart-”

“And I know she doesn’t mean it,” Emily cuts over him shaking her head at herself as one tear escapes her lashline, “I know that. But it doesn’t make it any less shitty to hear,” she shrugs half-heartedly, “I don’t know, I guess I just miss when she was small and the worst thing we could do was forget to take her stuffed dog on vacation with us, not refuse to let her go to a party we know will end with at least one of her classmates getting arrested.” 

She loved being a parent. Raising Ivy and Jack had been the best years of her life. A slice of normality she once thought she’d never get to have. She loved it, but it never got any easier. The difficulties of raising them growing right alongside them. She remembered those early days just after Ivy was born. How exhausted she’d been, in ways she hadn’t known were possible. As much as she loved her daughter, how much they had in common, how Ivy trusted her in ways she had never been able to trust her own mother, she sometimes missed when things were that little bit simpler. 

“She loves you, Em,” he says, placing his hand on her cheek, wiping away a tear he won’t mention, “You’ve always been her favourite person on the planet. Being a teenager is hard,” his lips twitch into a smile, “On both the teenagers and the parents,” he adds, and she chuckles, the sound catching in her chest. 

“I know,” she replies, reaching out for him, seeking out his comfort as always. “It almost makes me wish I could apologise to my mother. Almost,” she smiles as he shakes his head at her. She blows out a breath, feeling lighter for talking to him about it all, and leans forward, pressing her forehead into his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her and kisses the top of her head. “I’m sorry you came home and walked straight into a warzone,” she mutters, breathing him in, the scent of his cologne as comforting as it always had been. Aaron chuckles softly, kissing the top of her head again.

“It’s not the worst thing I’ve come home to,” he quips, and it takes a moment for his words to register, the dry joke about walking into his old apartment close to two decades ago to find Foyet there waiting for him makes her jolt as she pulls back from him. A shocked laugh escapes her as she hits his shoulder lightly. 

“Aaron.”

“What? Too soon?” He replies, raising his eyebrow at her, his dimples carved out in his cheeks as he smiles at her. 

“You’re an ass,” she says, shaking her head at him as she tries, and fails, to fight off a smile. 

“I cheered you up though,” he replies, leaning down to stamp a kiss against her lips. She smiles at him, kissing him once more as he pulls back. 

“You always cheer me up.” 

“You two are gross.” They both look up to find Ivy looking at them, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. None of the previous fight in her that Emily had seen less than an hour ago. “Look at you,” she says, trying to force some of her usual lightness into her voice, “You’re even holding hands.” 

Emily looks down and sees that her daughter is correct, that her husband’s hand is wrapped tightly around her own. She hadn’t even noticed, didn’t remember either of them reaching out for the other. The simple touch was so much a part of their lives, so much a part of her, that she couldn’t remember how it felt to be without it. 

“Well,” Emily says, trying to match her daughter’s tone, to pretend the air around them tense, “What can I say, I find your dad irresistible.”

“Ew, gross, Mom,” Ivy replies, grimacing slightly. They fall into silence again and Ivy clears her throat, looking back and forth between her parents, under no allusion that her dad didn’t know what she’d said to her Mom. She looks at Emily, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, and she smiles tightly, “Can I speak to you? Alone?” 

Aaron is the first to move, squeezing his wife’s hand before he lets go, stepping away from her as he speaks. 

“I’ll go get changed,” he says, pausing to kiss Ivy’s forehead before he walks past her, “Shall we get pizza for dinner?” 

Both Ivy and Emily nod, and he turns to leave them alone. He looks back towards the kitchen as he’s about to start climbing the stairs, and smiles as he sees Ivy hugging Emily tightly, her face buried in her shoulder. Emily was holding her back just as fiercely, her hand running up and down their daughter’s back. 

He shakes his head to himself as he walks up the stairs, thinking to himself how similar they were to each other. Both stubborn and willful. Empathetic almost to a fault. Ivy was a carbon copy of Emily in looks as well as personality, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Not that he’d ever dare say that to either of them. 

-x-

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[wednesdaytoo]

@coffinbutch tagged me for this! 15 questions + 15 friends! (coffinbutch you are so brave for doing all 15 tags. im gonna take the coward's way and ask any mutual to consider themself tagged if they want to do it!)

long under here

1. Are you named after anyone?

yea! im named after my abuela who died waaay before i was born

2. When was the last time you cried?

3 days ago

3. Do you have kids?

nope! i work with kids (teenaged) and they're fine, i enjoy them, but that's plenty of Kid for me -- i don't need to have my own in my home everyday. id love to be a lesbian uncle tho! which i already kno is Not gonna happen from either of my brothers, so my only chance is my wife's younger sister haha (we were just talking abt this yesterday lol)

4. What sports do you play/have played?

hahha i don't think i've ever played a sport like Officially, like outside of PE classes. i like badminton tho, and B and i are trying to learn how to play pickleball (we suck)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

i suppose on occasion i sarcast

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

hair & clothes? face? im a simple guy

7. What's your eye color?

the inner part of my irises are yellowish-brown and the outer edges are grey-blue. ppl dont usually notice it unless theyre quite up close tho. from a few feet away i think they look grey and that's what i'll usually mark for eye color, or blue if that's not an option

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i could go for either, but i think i lean slightly more toward scary movies, especially bc i love vampire movies so much. like when we watch a dracula movie and u have one of those "the monster is defeated! hooray!" endings, does that count as a happy ending movie?? we root for drac tho so it's a let down!

9. Any talents?

idk im pretty good at whistling !

10. Where were you born?

california

11. What are your hobbies?

movies, video games, insect/arachnid related things (catching, collecting, pinning, reading abt, etc), sewing/embroidery when the mood strikes me, reading (trying to get back into it at least!), listening to music/discovering new bands, sorting/cataloguing things

12. Do you have any pets?

3 cats (hopey, bullets, and cocoa) + a baby tarantula (avocado) <3

13. How tall are you?

5'6.5" or 168 cm!

14. Favorite subject in school?

in high school my favs were probably trigonometry and ceramics

in college i'd say science (esp entomology, ecology, botany, and astronomy) and foreign languages (i took french, japanese, ASL, and spanish)

15. Dream job?

see one of the above hobbies and then pay me $100/hr to do it :-))

no but fr even tho my current job has its annoyances, it's usually so chill. some days i just text B from work like "here's a bracelet i made today" "made u a candle today" "it was slow and i mostly just read in the library" "i drew a cute poster." two weeks ago we came in for a couple hours to decorate little pouches with custom vinyl designs on our new cricut. the next day we went roller skating lmao. even the actual "work" is enjoyable (i help students w/ their schoolwork, mostly math, which is fun to me, or entering info into forms/spreadsheets, also kind of fun to me bc i can listen to music while i do it). buuut i dont make a lot of money. if they paid me $100/hr and gave me some benefits, i'd be set!

#i should post the pouch i made it's cute as hell #on q14 i had to stop myself from listing more sciences lol #shout out to chemistry and geology... microbiology is dope too #wt.txt #abt

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Would you like a Macchiato with that?(WIP)

Macchiatto Shipping (Skylor x Coffee Manager)

AN: who's the Coffee manager? Well this gal right here!

I call her Jennifer after Jenny X9 from My life as a Teenage Robot, but I theorize she may be Pixals Predecessor, the 15th P.I.X.A.L. Her color scheme is way to close for me along with her personality haha her and Pixal are both very competitive and full of sass along with being protective of their respective interests.

Back when Diisdoodles and I were on speaking terms, they came up with the ship name, which I still absolutely love, so I will still use as I revive this pairing.

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Skylor noticed when a Nindroid moved into the abandoned shop just down the block from her, she decided to leave the other alone. Especially if they were planning on opening a business, the Nindroid would be plenty busy rebuilding the place

Then of all people, Doctor Cyrus Borg showed up at her restaurant covered in grease and dust a mask around his neck and the Nindroid beside him, the pair laughing at something as they entered. The Nindroid was pretty with medium gray hair tied back, even with paint splattered throughout and even on her facial plates

"Welcome to Master Chens Noodle House." She found herself tumbling into her usual spiel they both smiled as they waved going to a booth as she decided to go on over

The pair had already a few things from the belt, their heads turning at her intrusion,

"Sorry Mr Borg don't mean to intrude, but I noticed thus one moving down into the old Store down the road. Curiosity got me and wished to meet my new neighbor,"

He gave her a grin,

"Oh, that's perfectly fine to me! It makes me happy that she's being welcomed so warmly."

The Nindroid nodded a soft smile on her face,

"It makes me happy as well," she agreed before holding hr hand out I am Jennifer, the 15th P.I.X.A.L."

Skylor accepted it, smiling back,

"Nice to meet you, I'm Skylor Chen. May I call you Jenny?"

"Of course it is what those close to me call me, and I have a feeling we are going to be close. I have big hopes to restart this district, make this place a hub of good food and entertainment."

Skylor beamed Jennifer, returning the same smile

"I love to hear that! You and I share the same ideal, if I may put a bug in your ear the place you are renovating used to be the local bakery,"

Cyrus gave a playful look as he took a bite of his bowl of noodles, Jennifer responding

"Then it's a good thing it's being turned into a cafe,"

"That makes me happy to hear. The local college kids will swarm it so I'd have a nook for them to tuck themselves in. " She motioned to her restaurants own a giant booth filled with young adults"Well I will leave you both to eat I would say it's on the house but knowing Mr Borg he'd slip a 100$ into the tip jar like last time"

She heard Jenny laugh as her fathers face went red as the woman went back to the kitchen

Skylor began seeing more of the Nindroid around sometimes with others she theorized were other family members, they began sitting down on the days Jennifer was on her own and the Noodle House was in a lull

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago pixal #ninjago cyrus borg #ninjago coffee manager #Macchiato Shipping #ninjago skylor #Coffee Manager X Skylor #ninjago Jennifer

[yfmconfessions2]

THE PUFF ANON IS BACK WITH MORE SHIT FOR YALL💪💪 let me get straight into it

-Puff played minecraft with the band once and kept building dicks when they turned around for a second and when i tell you it pissed them OFF SO BAD but he was still giggling like a teenager bc "haha pp funny"

-When someone matches his energy (like when hes being a little shit) his brain stops working and he doesn't know what to do

-If he ever gets clingy his excuse is that the weed he smoke was shit and is making him all "mushy and lovely dovely" OR he just doesnt say anything and buries his face into someones chest/shoulder (clingy💀💀)

-If he gets really pissed his voice gets super high and Axel makes fun of him that he sounds like Mickey Mouse

-Puff wrote half of the YFM songs high.

-Puff loves using baby voice to annoy others but if anyone does it to him he will be SO flustered bc he finds it so childish and embarrassing

-He is fascinated by magic tricks, like he tried practicing once but got so frustrated bc he couldnt do it on the first try

-He will insult your whole bloodline if you beat him any game. Video or board game.

-He had a goth phase in high school. Prove me wrong.

-His favorite season is Autumn. I feel it.

-He LOVES being in the centre of attention, but when hes being made fun of he hates it.

-When everyones asleep he draws dicks on their faces and takes pics. He has like 100 of them.

-He hates being out in the sun. Like he cant see shit in the sun AND he gets hot easily.

-He either bottles up his emotions or breaks down. But its really rare for him to express his actual emotions.

- He has alot of moles on his body.

-He probably has a very sensitive skin. Like anyone pinches him and his skin goes RED so fucking fast.

-Hes either Polish or Russian. I cant decide LMAO

-Hes the driest texter you ever saw. Like you text him "I love you" AND HE REPLIES WITH A THUMBS UP.

- I feel like he hates his smile and laugh. Like he laughs all of the time but hes really insecure about how he sounds and looks.

AND THATS ALL I GOT!

YAAAYYYY YOURE BACCKKKK I MISSED YOUUUUUUUUUU

I CAN DEFINITELY SEE THE MOLES THING LIKE HE HAS LOTSA MOLES AND FRECKLES

AND AUTUMN IS SUPERIOR

AND YES HES DEF CLINGY ASF BUT WONT ADMIT IT IM RAY THIS IS RAY TYPING THIS

#yfm #your favorite martian #confession

[zak-dar]

I saw that some people have a headcannon, saying that Roberto is actually a trans-Millie. Well, I have another headcanon: Knives swapped all the people, and Roberto actually... is Nicholas.

Haha, sorry about that. Let's talk seriously. I watched 7 episodes and this is quite enough for such an eventful series to understand whether I liked it or not. You know, if I had watched the TV series 2023 first, completely unaware of any anime series of the 90s, then it would have gone to me. "Trigan. Stampede" although a pleasant series in style and animation, it still has completely unattractive characters.

Vash is a "juvenile moron", a rushing teenager who wants to be at least somehow noticeable to others, pretends to be a mysterious guy, but in fact reveals his cards to the first person he meets. And he is also completely unsuited to life. How he survived, I cannot understand... Apparently, only regeneration and the ability to not eat for a long time helped.

Meryl... We constantly reproach the authors of the past for "weak" female characters, but Trigan never showed women physically or spiritually weak. Meryl is the standard of a punchy girl who can stand up for herself. To be honest, I don't discuss this castling with Roberto. Meryl could be a mentor (as it was in the original), and Millie an awkward cute newcomer. And the new Meryl... Eh, this girl is not Meryl. This is another aspiring journalist.

And I can't call the new Wolfwood by his name. Therefore, it will be just Niko. This pubertal ulcer is not at all like the balanced and pleasant Nicholas. Someone once wrote that in the old anime Wolfwood is bland, but in the new one there is a spark. I fundamentally disagree with this. He, like Vash, is hiding behind his bitter fate, which made kgo the way he is. I don't believe that this inveterate scoundrel (and he has "I am a villainous villain" written right on his face) from the new anime can worry about others. I don't believe he would have rushed to save the child. (And yes, I am outraged by how skinny and sloppy Niko is, give me back a handsome priest with a beautiful chest!)

But Roberto pleasantly surprised me. Perhaps because I didn't have any expectations. But most importantly, he looks more like the original Wolfwood than Wolfwood himself. Reasonable, who understood everything for himself, but has some enthusiasm. Besides, he's dying. In my opinion, 100% this guy is Nicholas.

Yes, this is an extremely unflattering description of the characters, but I haven't touched the new anime for several days, if I had written this right after watching the series with Wolfwood, then there would only be hatred. I made a complete fool of myself by watching the new series immediately after watching the old Trigan again. The new anime infuriated me in the very first minutes when the twins' hairstyles were shown, since in the original this topic was a turning point in the relationship between the twins. And the more I watched, the more the new Trigan infuriated me. I take occasional breaks to calm down. Then the truth comes to me: the new Trigan is not as bad as it seems to me, and those who could not love the old Trigan can love the new version. But those who are in awe of the 1998 version will not be able to fully accept the updated Trigan. He is too fashionable, too modern, to match the hype around Cyberpunk, and therefore soulless. They put style, dynamics and trends above meaning, they wanted to ride the wave of deconstruction, meat and cute faces. Who needs this western when there is a stylish cyberpunk? Who needs adult characters when the main audience is Western teenagers? Who needs anime of the 90s? To me and to those who love the original Trigan, because he is magnificent exactly as he was then. And those who disagree with me, I accept them. After all, everyone has their own tastes, and this is inevitable.

#trigun #trigun 1998 #trigun stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #nicholas d wolfwood 1998 #roberto de niro

[boxingcleverrr]

So I'm almost done with Yellowjackets and

Short spoiler-free review:

I really, really love most of it and highly recommend!

I think all the 1996 scenes are perfect-pitch, very realistic to teen girls in A Situation. The present day scenes and plots are more hit-or-miss? I understand they're presenting the idea that the survivors never really developed coping skills or a maturity more chill than those that kept them alive for 19 months in the wilderness, but the way they do that borders on surreal sometimes. But I still really like it! Also, Sapphic Longing.

Details are more spoilery.

I adore all the adult actresses, and maybe part of the point is that, what worked in the woods looks completely bonkers in the real world. But specifically Misty from the start, and Shauna as it goes on, kind of come across as Lynchian characters having a manic episode dropped into the wrong show? haha

On the other hand Tai and Natalie and Van are hypnotic to me as adults, to no one's surprise.

And again, no surprise that Girls In The Woods Literally Becoming Harpies to Tori Amos is 100% my jam. The teenage actresses are fantastic, and I REALLY love how all the way through thus far, you're still left guessing if there was anything supernatural at all in those woods, or if it was a shared delusion.

They give you enough evidence of both - heavy heavy iron deposits explain a LOT of the real-life tangible phenomena, but then you have the fact that Lottie had preternatural intuition since she was little, that Tai had seen a death specter as a little girl, the bear, The Antler Queen, etc. I can't decide which outcome I want more, that they're literally still haunted/freed something evil, or they need to believe that they were to face what they did.

Ben needs a hug.

But yeah no other than some disjointed storytelling in the present day, it's a great brain-altering show, lots of Sapphic Yearning both requited and not, go let it wreck your life.

#blathering #Yellowjackets

[imaginethat0327]

Get to know us!

Hey everybody!  IJustLiveHere and I decided it might be kinda nice to share some info about us, so we can all be a little more personal with each other. We each made a little list of stuff we thought might be kinda fun to share :D 

ImagineThat 🦜: 

21 years old, pronouns she/her

Lives in the USA

Loves to sing, and enjoys pretty much all genres of music (from the Oh Hellos to the All-American Rejects, from cinematic instrumental to rap :D)

I’m an ENFJ and an Enneagram 9. My top love languages are Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

Likes: Chocolate, coffee, sunshine, animals (especially cats and birds!), talking with people, having long, complex conversations, encouraging others, drawing (mostly digital art), all types of food (Italian, Chinese, Vietnamese, Korean, Greek, Halal, Indian, American, Mexican…. It goes on and on), Christmas (THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR), sharing my interests with other people, and watching movies (All the movies, all the movie quotes, lets goooo.) 

Dislikes: Sweet potatoes, most types of squash, mushrooms, disrespect towards others (HUGE pet peeve, especially when it’s directed towards parents or elders), bugs (unless in a documentary), rudeness, hypocrites, cold temperatures, unnecessary/over-the-top gore or crass language (unless I’m writing Bakugo or a character for which swearing is normal for them), horror films (they give me nightmares. I like a good psychological thriller, though) being ignored or otherwise deemed unimportant *sad face*, upsetting others. 

Fav Fandoms: My Hero Academia, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Stranger Things, How to Train Your Dragon (films), Lord of the Rings (films and books), Owl House, Avatar the Last Airbender, Star Trek TNG and DS9, Disney (especially pixar, but like the older movies cause the most recent ones are sorta meh), Marvel (not as much any more, gotta admit, although Guardians of the Galaxy 3 SLAPPED) and Hermitcraft 

Other fun stuff: I have a fairly big family, two dogs, and I’ve moved seven times in my life. I’ve traveled to nearly every US state and several other countries. I know how to passibly juggle, was once on a swim team (my record for breath holding about 4-5 years ago was 2 minutes!), and I rode horses for a while. My personal mission statement for life is to fight cynicism and negative views, always try to be open-minded and wise, and to always keep improving myself. 

IJustLiveHere 🍓:

20, she/they

Based in the USA 

I’m a theater person, and love both acting and working behind the scenes. (Like ImagineThat, I also appreciate all music genres)

INFP and Enneagram type 2. My top love languages are Physical Touch and Quality Time, although I appreciate all of them in my own way

Likes: Video games, dnd (playing and streams), sweet things, watermelon (my favorite fruit -despite what my sona may tell you- and I can eat entire melons in one sitting), snow, pretty much all animals, baking, platonic displays of affection, getting clear directions about something, talking about things I love, and listening to people rant about things they’re passionate about

Dislikes: Horror films (I’m really squeamish unless it’s animated or drawn, and spook super easily), pork and things that sneak food dye into it (allergic and makes me sick), the sun (also makes me sick), hot temperatures (haha makes me sick too), making on the spot decisions, and watching things that give me second-hand embarrassment

Fav Fandoms - Anime/Manga: One Piece, My Hero Academia, Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, Dr. Stone, Fire Force, Hunter X Hunter, Chainsaw Man, Dorohedoro, Assasination Classroom, Mob Psycho 100, Hell’s Paradise, Kaiju no.8… (a whole lot more but the list would be waaaayyy too long if I added them all. Name it and I most likely will be into it)

Fav Fandoms - Cartoons/Shows: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (but I like the other iterations too), Lego Monkie Kid, Avatar the last Airbender, OG Teen Titans, Marvel (more of a casual fan), Dimension 20 (most definitely not a casual fan… it’s a problem), Critical Role, and Firefly 

Other Fun Stuff: Ok some fun facts about me. [1] I tend to get injured in weird ways. For instance: I once cut myself on the round orange part of a pumpkin, and I've accidentally cut myself on a box cutter… by falling onto it face first. (She also somehow managed to stab herself in the hand with a knife while cutting a bagel, then drop the knife on her foot blade-first -ImagineThat). [2] I also rode horses! It was very fun. Unfortunately I had to stop when COVID rolled around 🙁. [3] My favorite number is 13, mostly because I just think it’s neat but also I was 13 years old when I moved out of my home state. [4] I love to bake, but I honestly know nothing about cooking lol. [5] I am a dice gremlin and have more dnd dice sets than any one person probably should, and the same goes for earrings! I love funky dangly earrings and probably have somewhere in the hundreds of pairs. [6] I want to go to Ren Fair or a Cosplay Convention one day but I don’t have the stylish outfits to do so *sigh*. [7] I honestly had never heard of Hermitcraft or Empires until I started beta-ing for Imagine. I’m hooked on those silly little guys now and even though I don’t actually watch the streams Imagine keeps me updated on everything that goes on with them (which I look forward to hearing every time)

#personal #about myself #about me #get to know me #get to know the blogger #get to know the person behind the blog #about us #get to know the author #get to know the artist #get to know the writer #my posts

[scalamore]

(Major Spoiler) Lehan

I'm dreading the Lehan/Lari chapters in a few weeks, probably around chapter 108/109 because the reveal is just painful to read (in various ways). As unintentionally annoying as Lehan is, he's a pretty well-developed character IMO. He has his "big reveal" around those chapters, and all the hints were there in both the manhwa and novel, it's just... readers didn't care because its Lehan HAHA. Ultimately, it's hurtful for Lari, because she realizes, like a slap in the face, that she never knew the real Lehan. She said it herself in the early chapters: in TL1, she was never close to Lehan and she regretted it so much when she realized she couldn't remember much about him, and she couldn't even remember what he looked like before he died. She felt so guilty that she "neglected" to be a proper sibling, and made the resolution to be one in TL2. The key is that Lari didn't know anything about Lehan in TL1 or TL2. She thought Lehan was a rebellious kid because House Belois was never a military family, yet "he insisted on going to the military academy in Champagne and was a troublemaker during his time there". Despite being a trouble maker, he was always polite at least to her, and for some reason, started drifting away from her when he became a teenager and their contact was minimal. She wasn't sure what happened, but again, she wanted to tone down his "rebellious nature" and get along better with him in TL2. Throughout TL2, however, Lari knew something was off - Lehan wasn't acting like the Lehan she knew (because she didn't know him at all, and had projected a "Lehan" from her memories to cope during the end of her life in TL1). She didn't know that House Belois had SENT Lehan to the military academy. It wasn't Lehan that was being rebellious and wanting to join, he was SENT there by the family for the sake of the mission. There, he interacted with the necessary military instructors who used to be affiliated with Akan 1. Here, he was able to get in contact easily and monitored House Gorten through Riche. In both timelines, Riche loved Lehan, but it was always an unrequited love because Lehan loved Lari. But none of them ever revealed their feelings. In TL2, Lehan actually became a knight sooner, probably influenced by House Belois to rack up the achievements and expedite their plans of rebellion. In Chapter 100, Lari was surprised to hear that he had been promoted and transferred to the south to protect the borders. She became especially suspicious because he was now stationed at Lorraine, a military base but it was one less affiliated with the imperial family, and was kinda it's own separate army. Back in Chapter 61, when Lehan mentioned that "he" was wary of the CURRENT Imperial family? Lari had thought it was him being a rebellious teen, but in fact, it was House Belois that was preparing for rebellion itself. Lehan was transferred there because it's closer to Belois, has less eyes on it from the Imperial Family, and is commanded by one of Akan I's former executives. He was sent to the military academy to learn the skills needed to command Belois' army, to be used against Rupert.

Over and over, despite Lari pleading him throughout the entire story to tell her the truth, to believe in her, to keep her informed of how the family is doing...especially if there was any chance the family was planning rebellion/treason: he CHOSE to lie to her to her face, each and every time. He thought he was doing the right thing, because he was born and raised to be the one who "will be the sword that will protect her now and forever". He even had the audacity to take advantage of her sisterly kindness and give her affectionate actions when he never thought of her as a sister, but rather a future bride/woman. He was going to keep the secret for as long as possible, until "the time is right" - AKA, never. And it's with that choice of his, with the collaboration of Trash Dad, that he burned all the bridges he had with Lari once all this was revealed. Because indeed as both Rupe/Lali say, he was born and raised to be a sword.... that will inevitably stab Lari in the back. Because just like most men in this series, Lehan/Trash dad only treat women (Lari) like possessions - She belongs to the family, to them, and all she needs to do is stay at home, safe and ignorant, while they "protect" her and "save the country from Rupert". It doesn't matter what Lari wants. Ever.

#your majesty please spare me this time #rupelali #manhwa #rofan

[mindshelter]

Tim on Reddit? HOCKEY AU??? 👀👀👀👀

ohhh double feature!

excerpt from "tim on reddit":

r/AmItheAsshole

posted by carsex89

I [15M] called my dad [39M] a child. AITA?

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ringringringalldaylong • 5 hr. ago

100% NTA. Your dad is a sexist piece of work, and you should feel good about defending your stepmom and letting your dad know exactly how immature he’s being. His last wife must feel good to be rid of him; he clearly didn’t learn his lesson after ruining his other marriage.

I’m sorry you have to deal with him.

carsex89 • 4 hr. ago

Oh my mom’s dead lol

ringringringalldaylong • 4 hr. ago

holy shit my bad

carsex89 • 4 hr. ago

Haha nbd

next, some context for hockey au first: it's heavily based on the check please! webcomic! tim takes up the role of one of the leads, jack zimmermann, who overdoses on anxiety medication as a teenager after cracking from all the pressure of being a young celebrity athlete. he's booted from the NHL draft as a result, and after some time in rehab, heads to college to play at the collegiate level instead while he gathers his bearings. there, he meets kon (eric bittle, for the people who have read the comics). they don't get along at first— kon thinks tim has a (hockey) stick stuck up his ass and tim needs kon to stop baking pies and giving them to teammates— it's counterproductive, and he'd like it if his players actually focused on winning.

now, the excerpt:

“—all for hockey. All over a fucking game,” Jason hisses, chest heaving. “Your game.”

Jason’s fingers twitch by his hip.

Tim adores hockey. My son loves hockey, Bruce wants to say. His cheek stings; his pulse there is electric. It aches more than any puck in the face he’s ever taken. Nobody forced him to play competitively. He chose this.

It’s hollow. It sounds weak. It sounds like an excuse.

They’re on the ground floor of a secure stairway leading up to Tim’s room; Bruce had gone downstairs to let Jason inside without being noticed by any ambitious photojournalists. They’d climbed up to the second floor in complete silence, and then Jason began to yell.

“This isn’t about—”

“Oh, fuck you,” Jason says, venomous. Bruce grimaces, but keeps his mouth shut. He deserves this. “Look me in the eye, Bruce, and tell me you had nothing to do with this.”

Bruce can’t.

“This is why—I never understood it. What the big deal was. You didn’t have tell Tim he had to play hockey or else, be perfect or else because everyone else was doing it for you,” Jason says. “And you didn’t do enough to shut them down. You let them talk about Tim like he was just some sort of thing. Talk about him like they owned him.”

The media expected a hockey machine, and they got a person instead.

“I know,” Bruce finally says.

#my writing #tim drake #ask #i need to clarify carsex89 is because: car sex refers to the supercycle having babies incident and 1989 is the year tim was introduced!

[rfaromance]

I NEED HEADCANONS ON THE RFA + V AND ALL SAERANS ON WHAT STYLE OF DANCE THEY ARE / DO

I have a few ideas lmao XDDD

Ballroom? Jazz? Contemporary? Tap? Other?

I can see Seven blasting out some hip-hop, probably all improvised and wild but oddly incredible ????

Yoosung might watch him and be like woah that's so cool but wouldn't be good at copying at all and be so embarrassed

Zen does everything. Every dance. Every style. And he'd perform probably everywhere

Jumin, Jaehee..?? Jazz or something ?!?!

I can't think of V either lol

Suit Saeran - I can't see him dancing (or Unkown LOL), but like...aggressive hip-hop???

Ray is a ballroom boy, there's no doubt he'd be the cutest clumsy ballroom dancer who obsessively learned just to woo us - that SUIT HE HAS IT'S PERFECT HIS LITTLE TAILCOAT AS HE WOULD TURN

SE Saeran if he was made to dance would probably be that one person in the corner of a party just awkwardly swaying or something

And GE Saeran

Oh my

Also ballroom?? But like, much more advanced than Ray. Like a pro

I feel like he'd love it. The partnership and connection and movement in general? When you're in hold, your bodies are touching. Like pressed together, you move as one

I think he'd feel safe in hold with us ;; haha

...

But I can't get contemporary out of my head for him

Balletic, so graceful, so...free? He's free. He can express himself however he likes and I can see him just moving that way

Just so peaceful, yet packed with such deep emotion. He can release everything now.

..

Haha...I don't know. Those are just my guesses! What do you think? I'm so excited to find out! :D

Hi, anon! Let me start by saying that I do not know much about dance. I'm about as graceful as a bowlegged baby giraffe.

I agree that Yoosung wouldn't have much experience, but I could see him wanting to learn some basic steps so he could dance with a cute partner at the RFA parties. Maybe Zen teaches him a couple waltz steps.

Because yes, Zen would be an excellent dancer, from tap to ballroom dancing to jazz. Being a musical actor, he needs to be well versed in song AND dance. Give him choreography and he'll make it happen. His favorite is ballet, because it's graceful on stage and also because it builds INSANE muscle.

I could see Jaehee as really into swing dancing! Maybe it's the light flirty romance, maybe it's the old-timey feel, maybe it's because she's sapphic. But I see it.

Jumin would have formal dance training, I would assume, just based on his social status. But he's a bit rigid to dance with as a partner. He probably practiced with V to classical music, and now I'm gonna cry about that.

That being said, teenage V totally was into hip hop because he was an edgy, artistic teenager who'd be eager to rebel against the expectations for someone of his status.

Seven is an excellent dancer! He would've had to learn how to blend in at high-society parties to reach some of his agency targets. So while he loves freestyle and silly dances, he's perfectly capable of a waltz. Actually, I can see him being VERY into tango, because in tango the dance does all the talking while your face needs to be stern and stoic. Mr. 707 Masks would excel at that. He also wants ballet tips from Zen.

(Naturally, that makes Vandy a dancing master too. Probably moreso than Saeyoung, who's known to be eccentric.)

Saeran et al. is the tough part. Lol

If Ray is ballroom dancing, which 100% fits because he's the prince in his fantasies, then so is Suit. Because anything Ray can do, Suit must do better to prove he's worthier.

GE is the best of the 3, of course. I can also see GE wanting to get into ice skating? He gives me those vibes.

SE stubbornly refuses to dance. He'll do the macarena and that's it, and only if MC pouts at him.

Unknown... yes, he'd be into more urban type of dance, because he finds the movements sharp and strong and intimidating. To which I say, Unknown, have you SEEN kpop boy groups? Hear me out, Unknown!

#Thanks for the ask! #mystic messenger #Mysmes #Mysme #Mm #Headcanon #Rfa #Minor trio #I have no idea for Rika so I'm gonna assume she's clumsy like me LOL #Anon

[importdnt-thoughts]

heyo

it's 2023. i just rediscovered this blog keke. i think my last post is about zoe. o_o

i'm learning how to be more positive about my life. i'm learning how i can shape my reality with my thoughts. generally i'm a pretty positive person. i am also easily influenced by others' emotions.

this year was great! i learned to love myself again. it's really a wonderful feeling. and turns out i had nothing to lose. i thought i'd start feeling bad about my past self but i don't. as in my 2021-2022 self. if anything i just feel impressed. i survived that. keke.

tomorrow i'm going to a rave with amanda and pauline.

the other day i hung out with lauren and hillary.

feels like my life is piecing together.

i have very few belongings now. or at least i'm slowly approaching that state.

i just played fortnite in my family's upstairs family room. i never really got to play console games growing up, that was more of my brother's thing. unless we were playing co-op games. then i learned to love console games right after i graduated playing with mitas and james. it felt like we were college roommates haha. good times.

then when i lived on my own + with lauren i fell in love with having my own ps4. playing black ops 4 and assassin's creed all day XP what a life. i'm a bit over those games now. i don't think i'll 100% assassin's creed. the game mechanics feel old to me now. i'll probably return to bo4 now and then. i really like the game mechanics. now i'm pretty into fortnite. it feels way more social. you can dance and buy skins and stuff to express yourself. you can also party up with friends in battle royale. my hope is to play with amanda one day, when the environment is right. idk if my family's shared space is right for that. maybe if/when i have a tv in my own space. but i keep thinking should i even have a tv in my own space? i associate that with unhealthy habits, like laying in bed for reasons other than sleeping. i almost just want a gaming room with pauline haha.

the past week i've been thinking a lot about where i want to live. i even considered living here full-time. but i change my mind. morning snuggles with p are a big part of my day xP

i wonder if it would've been better to just stay at my apartment. see? there i go again dwelling on past decisions and feeling terrible about myself. it's a really harmful habit that i wish to break. i think that should be my new years resolution: follow through with my decisions, fully and whole-heartedly. <3

in this case, i made the decision to return to my parents' to spend time with hillary and lauren, drop things off, and spend more time with family. i definitely achieved those goals.

now my next desire/expectation is to go to tomorrow's event and have fun! that's it. i will expect nothing else from the rest of the day. :P well, i have been enjoying my little routine though. i go downstairs and get coffee, then i come upstairs and do a bit of computer work, which currently is just lots of reflecting and planning. then i go on a neighborhood stroll, maybe stopping by ruskin for some playtime. then i have lunch with family. after lunch is kinda not routine yet. but that's okay. still figuring stuff out.

as i type this out i feel 14-15

i used to rant about my dad a lot on my tumblr.

recently i love my father. i see him as very human. i see him as very lovable. flawed, yes, but lovable all the same. he has a gentle heart and a strong mind. i think he has loved me as best as he could. i think there were moments where we had conflict. that's normal in any relationship...

teenage years also remind me of track. i was so happy then, actually. despite being under some form of emotional control by an SA/emotional manipulator, i loved my friends and they loved me. i felt strong and smart. i felt loved by my mom, and sometimes also my dad. i wrestled a lot with being queer. which i now theorize is just my autism actually.

oh yeah. that might be one of the biggest changes i'm facing. my identity. i think i'm autistic.