#omg my laptop is losing it so am i

[didhewinkback]

chug

a something old blurb about the beer whale (whale beer?) (wheer?) (bhale?)

warning: slight smut at the end bc i know thats what the people come to see

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“Just stand where I can see yeh’” was the request he mumbled into your hair before kissing you on the cheek and heading to the huddle, leaving you free to roam, beers in hand, determined to enjoy the show from a new vantage point, surrounded by the crew members you’ve gotten to know and love over the years. 

You spent the first half with Sandy and Sarah and the catering legends, giggling and dancing to the songs you all knew like the back of your hand at this point, locking eyes with him when he brought out Wet Leg, big smirk on his face as he sauntered up to the mic, eyes burning into yours while he sang one line of the chorus over and over, fire in his eyes when you sang it right back to him. 

You duck down to the front of the stage for the second half, ensuring the lads were well hydrated with water and beer alike, feeling like your heart was going to burst watching him have the time of his life on that stage. In utter disbelief at what the past two and half years have been for him and you both, watching him soar to new heights you always knew were possible but couldn’t imagine seeing play out in real time, the boy whose school band played at your 15th birthday party now singing to stadiums across the world, loving every second and being loved in return. 

He’s at his best when he’s up there, his big, open heart ripe for the taking, making the crowd of thousands feel like a small room of his closest friends, relishing in the attention, the screams, the insatiable energy, gratitude radiating out of every fiber of his being. It’s enough to make you weep when you think about it for too long, an impossible to articulate experience of watching the person you love most in this world achieve their dreams over and over again. 

It’s overwhelming, mind-blowing and also really fucking fun, you think, cheers-ing with the lads as you started another round of beer (it is the end of tour after all), watching as Harry runs across the stage, picking up his water bottle, poised for the classic whale, almost like clockwork. But this time, he pauses, doing a quick double take when he sees you down front with the crew. 

He gestures to your half drunk cup, ushering it towards him as you hold it up to the cheers of your group, Brad’s long arms aiding the transfer as Harry takes it from him and after smiling back at the band, downs it in one go, much to the delight of the lads. They’re goading him on, chanting his name, but everything whites out around you as all you can focus on is the way his throat moves, the beer that misses his mouth falling onto his naked chest, dripping down in a way that makes you feel warm all over. Never one to mind a messy face.

It’s over in seconds but feels like it went on for ages, a time bending effect he always seems to have on you. He winks at you before placing the cup down, facing the crowd fully as he spits it into the air, wide grin on his face as you all cheer before he runs to the other side of the stage.

It’s much later, after the final songs, the emotional thank yous, the celebratory post-show drinks on the beach with the whole crew, that you stumble into bed together, both a bit drunk off the booze and each other, burning up from one too many lingering stares across the party, whispered conversations about how good he looked up there, your beer all over him, his ripped chest gleaming in the spotlight. He’s pressing you into the mattress in record time, hands sliding all over your body as his lips leave their mark on your skin, breath catching at the never-ending stream of praise leaving your mouth as you get lost in each other, in this night, consumed by overwhelming pride and love and the carnal need to have each other close. 

“You’re proud of me, huh?” he grunts into your ear, hand sliding down your thigh to hike it up around his hip, the new angle making the both of you moan out loud. “Y’ love me?”

“Yes, H. Fuck. So much, I -”

“Want y’ to show me,” he says, voice deep in your ear as he smacks a kiss to your cheek, your temple, biting at your lips while his hands slide up your body, interlacing your fingers to hold your hands over your head, his chest sliding against yours. “Be my good girl and show me how proud y’ are, how much y’love me. Want to see it. Want to feel it. C’mon baby, show me -”

So you do. 

Again.

And again.

And again.

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#truly did not edit this in the slightest my laptop is about to die so am just saying fuck it and posting #ya girl is 3/3 for final show blurbs wow what a time to be alive #i am illl and mentally unwell but i am a dreamer #omg these tags #okay #pls let me know what you think messages are what make the world go around #aka my world #omg my laptop is losing it so am i #harry styles blurb #something old

[kissitbttr]

frat!miggy headcannons !!

frat!miguel masterlist

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sfw !!

frat!miguel is the type to giggle and kick his feet up in the air when you tell him simple things like ‘i am so proud of you, baby’ or ‘look at how handsome you are, my big boy!’

frat!miguel gets jealous of small things. your fictional crushes. your girlfriends. your pet. your back spotter in the cheerleading team. gloria.

frat!miguel is also protective. very. to an extent where even you’re only standing five feet away from him at a party, his eyes will be locked in on you. arms crossed, nodding along to whatever his friend is saying in front of him. smiling like a lovesick puppy when he sees you laugh.

frat!miguel who would in seconds, kneel to tie your shoes when they see them undone. you don’t even have to ask.

frat!miguel plugs into his laptop, spending hours on his free time to look up cheerleading sports when both of you started dating. learning about the rules, routines, physical training, winning teams, tumblings, pyramids, etc. why, you ask? no idea.

frat!miguel is your own personal scary dog privilege. there is nothing about this man a golden retriever. especially at the gym. since you love wearing tight shorts and sports bra on leg days, he would stand a few feet apart behind. glaring to those who stares at his girlfriend’s juicy butt.

frat!miguel brings you flowers every weekend and send ones for your mother too. every once a week he goes out to play ball with your dad too. the man is surprised at how well your dad could throw.

frat!miguel who keeps stashes of condoms in his ‘special’ drawer since you stay over almost every day at the frat house. he figures that it’s better to be prepared than nothing. when really, he’s just one horny motherfucker.

frat!miguel who is so damn clingy that you have no clue on how to deal with it anymore. you could send this man a text of ‘bye, talk to you later, baby’ because you’re leaving for practice and he would spam you with

my miggy<3 : what? no!

my miggy<3 : wdym bye?!

my miggy<3 : princesa please don’t leave me!!!

my miggy<3 : i’d die💔💔💔

my miggy<3 : omg pleasepleaseplease come back

my miggy<3 : so you’re just going to let me die:(

frat!miguel who spends almost his entire junior and senior being fawned and gushed by other girls that he didn’t even think for a second to actually try. but for you? ask him to get you the moon, and he gives you saturn

frat!miguel asks you one day if he could be your boyfriend. not the other way around. not ‘can you be my girlfriend?’ because he’s threading lightly and he needs your permission

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nsfw !!

frat!miguel is a large, large, man. he’s jacked bro. 6’9 and built like a damn linebacker. he’s big down there too, so it did take some time for you to get used to his size

frat!miguel loves fucking you. to no end. his stamina could go on for hours and he’s lucky enough to have you as his perfect match. ‘always fuck like damn rabbits’ is a review from glen

frat!miguel doesn’t care about whereabouts. if he’s horny and needed you, then you better get to it! (but of course, only if you’re comfortable)

frat!miguel prefers taking you from behind, he loooves seeing your ass bounce against him. it makes him lose his mind. guaranteed that it would be hard enough for him to last

frat!miguel is a sucker for eating your pussy. day and night, this man could have it for his five course meal. he loves it when you’re sitting on a chair, legs spread and tucked upwards while he’s just on his knees lapping at your cunt

frat!miguel loves having control but even more when you’re in charge. bouncing on his dick, not allowing him to touch you while rather just let him watch your tight pussy swallowing his cock.

frat!miguel gets off to your moans. they’re like music to his ears. how could one be so angelic and pornographic at the same time, shits crazy.

frat!miguel who has a breeding kink. he would go on about how he’s willing to knock you up during fucking, whispering in your ear that he’s going to put a baby in you.

frat!miguel is obsessed with your mouth. the head you give is top notch. you could do so much shit with your tongue around his cock than half of the girls he had before with their hands.

frat!miguel who’s lock-screen wallpaper is a selfie of you in the shower. hair wet, one arm covering your tits, puckered lips and doe eyes at the camera. head tilting to the side. it’s one you sent when he had texted you ‘what’s my girl doing today?’ during football practice. you look so damn cute and sexy, he just had to do it.

#frat!miguel #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara x reader

[spatialwave]

Jordan and Marie doing tiktok challenges????? Like the “saying my boyfriends favorite things during a phone call” on- Marie could be like “oh yeah?? A party?? With coke????”

omg, i am crying this has so much potential. okay... hear me out! jordan totally falls for it.

- emma, probably the world's biggest tiktok fan, decided to teach marie how to use it. once marie had spent a few days completely absorbed in the short-form video app, oh she was obsessed. that's when she decided it was time to include jordan in one of those trends. something about pretending to be on a phone call and saying your partner's favourite things, recording their reactions.

marie wasn't sure if it would work, but it was worth a shot.

as she sat next to jordan in their dorm room, she pretended to call someone. oh, how it was hard to keep a straight face when she spoke, seeing their reactions out of the corner of her eyes.

"a party? where?" she asked in feigning surprise, jordan unaware that their glances at marie were being recorded. they stared at her for a moment, only to glance back at the laptop on their lap and acting disinterested.

marie gasped, "no way! you bought molly and coke off of andre? the party sounds like it'll be crazy." she grinned.

that's when jordan's attention fully turned to marie, their laptop already closed and tucked away. "what fucking party?" they whispered to marie, trying to grab her arm so they could get her attention. jordan was completely flabbergasted that marie knew about a party before they did, a bit disheartened that no one told them about it.

marie was so close to losing it, but she persisted because she could only imagine what the recording looked like. she looked at jordan with furrowed eyebrows, holding a finger up to try to quiet them down. "marie-" jordan hissed out a whisper, relentlessly trying to find out more information. a frown forming as they tried listening in on the phone call.

"yeah, dusty's house sounds fun." she said, smiling and covering up a laugh as she tried to push them away gently, much to their dismay, "oh, yeah. that's fine. jordan will be cool with staying back, they don't need to be there."

"marie... what the fuck?" jordan's eyes widened, those big brown eyes filling with disappointment as they sat up straighter and looked around the phone at marie.

that's when she had to stop, those puppy-dog eyes were too much.

"i'm kidding! jordan, it's a joke. a tiktok trend." she laughed, feeling bad as her partner stared at them, blinking as they took in the information, "emma told me i should try it and see what you would do. i sorry, i promise i won't post it." she said through a fit of giggles she tried to stifle, stopping the recording and wrapping her arms around jordan to comfort them.

"wait, so there's no party?"

"oh my god, jordan."

#jordan li x marie moreau #limoreau #gen v #jordan li #marie moreau #andy answers

[j0kers-light]

I just know Joker would be so fed up with a reader who needs glasses

Like no J, I didn't see you the other day when you were stalking me while I was shopping, sorry for not going over and say hi.

SORRY my visits to the ophthalmologist are that expensive, I'm just a girl who needs her eyes checked!!

"Bunny... what da ya mean you need... contact lenses...? Like lentils for t'eyes?"

omg I can't he is just so dumb when he wants to😭

Woah anon this one hits too close to home. I went to the ophthalmologist last Thursday and for the first time in my life, I need glasses. I am not adjusting well 😣

Let's get into it! 🖤✨

Joker instantly makes fun of you. For starters, Frost had to help you back home since they dilated your eyes at the office and urged you not to drive. So you came through the door, looking like a lost cause clinging onto Frost.

For months you've been complaining about headaches and double vision, all on deaf ears. You had to take matters into your own hands and find a specialist to perform an eye exam.

Now you're finally getting help to correct your vision! Not like Joker cares. He picks on you by waving his hands in front of your face. You snap at him because you can still see.

"J move out the way! I'm not legally blind, this is only temporary." You grope at the air to prevent yourself from bumping into anything. You still run head first into a potted plant, knocking it over.

Joker thinks your protective glasses, he dubbed them "Ray Charles" are absolutely hilarious. They help with bright lights until your pupils return to normal but it does make you look, well, like a visually impaired person. "All you need is a cane, doll!"

Its days like this where you question why you love Joker. He's such a jerk.

Any support or help you wish to get from Joker is non existent. He is blissfully unaware about how serious your situation is. Thankfully the drops wear off but you have to endure Joker for the upcoming days until your glasses come in the mail.

Joker says the most insensitive things to you like, "Bunny what do ya mean you need uh, contact lenses? Like lentils for your eyes?" or "My Bunny is blind. Maybe I should call ya mouse instead?"

You groan for the umpteenth time and ignore him. You're not legally blind, just.. [insert level of impairment] His jokes aren't funny.

Finally your prescriptions arrive in the mail and you hastily put them on. Its like seeing the world anew. You smile and glance around the room and your eyes land on Joker, who has his jaw on the floor.

"Wow.. I uh.. ahem. You look... B-Bunny.. ya look nerdy. Did they not have a err better selection?" He looked away, hiding his blush.

And your happiness is squashed. Great. You're not his goddess anymore. You sulk around the apartment as you adjust to your new eyes feeling completely miserable. Along with the expected headaches, and discomfort, your mood is in the sewer.

It brings about.. let's say problems. Key word: Joker is the problem. He plays too much and your poor frames is his brand new toy. He bends them, loses them, and even worse? He completely breaks them all 'on accident'. Yeah right.

He just laughs each time saying, "I'll uhh buy ya a new pair."

Joker is a man of his word but your ophthalmologist gives you a disapproving look when you order your sixth pair of glasses in a two month period. Insurance has since stopped footing the bill, they're fed up too.

Your doctor suggests contacts which you think would be a better fit. It is not. Joker manages to ruin them too.

He misplaces your contact case. He uses your contact fluid for a new laughing gas compound, he distracts you and much to your horror-- you sleep with your contacts still in.

Along with the stress of new glasses, the sudden change in your life, and Joker's lack of concern, you're bound to break down and it happens one day when you're working on your laptop in the living room.

Joker sneaks up behind you and steals your new (seventh pair) of glasses right off your face. You react accordingly but with the loss of your visual aid, the room is blurry and you can't focus.

"Joker give me back my glasses! I can't see without them!"

You hear his signature laugh a little to your left and turn that way. You can barely see his figure holding your glasses up to his face. He whistles low.

"Geez, Bunny! I knew ya couldn't, ah see, but this? This is pathetic!" His words sting and make you falter reaching his side.

The one person you need the most to be supportive, and on your side during such a life changing event, is your bully. Why can't Joker be more understanding? You don't know you're crying until Joker is standing before you. He's close enough for you to see him clearly.

And he doesn't look happy. "What's gotten into you?"

He doesn't even know?!! That just makes you cry even harder. Your tears are Joker's kryptonite and he groans to himself before yanking you into your arms.

"Bunny..... stop that.. You know I haTe it when you cry." He rocks the two of you back and forth but you aren't moved by his weak attempt at an apology.

"Then why are you being so mean to me?! You keep breaking my glasses, I can't see without them, I'm... I'm so tired and—"

Joker shuts you up with a kiss and your body betrays you by kissing him back. He pulled away so he could see your e/c sparkling up at him.

“You've been soooo stressed lately. I thoughT my jokes would help ease your mind! I just wanted you to smile."

"You made fun of me and called me a nerd!" You pout.

He sighed and placed your glasses where they belong. The way he was looking at you made you adopt a slight flush to your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to be mean, Princess. These make ya look hot, very hoT. Like the sexy author I know ya are."

You looked away, mumbling. "You... you think I look hot?"

Joker laughed and spun you around in his arms. He then attacked your face with sloppy kisses while his eager hands roamed your body.

"Think? Oh I know my goddess is stunning with or without glasses. You. Are. Beaut-Tee-full and the day I say otherwise, be a dear and uh.. stab me with a knife."

He smirked hearing your joyful laughter ringing out. Oh how he missed it.

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #sfw headcanons #ledger joker x reader #ledger!joker x reader #joker x y/n #joker x you #joker x reader #joker x black!reader #ledger!joker #ledger joker #heath joker #reader wears eye glasses #joker is so sweet when he wanna be #soft joker loading #reader insert

[three--rings]

thought of a story that I haven't told that tumblr may enjoy.

So I majored in psychology in undergrad, right, and when you take psych classes they almost always require you to do a certain number of hours of being an experimental research subject, right, because professors have to publish and need someone they can force into their studies without paying, right?

And like that's fine if it's 4 hours for one class, but when you're doing an entire psych major in two years like I did, that's a LOT of hours of research studies.

And we all dreamt of getting in those fun social psych experiments where they fuck with your head, right? And not the ones where they make you sit in front of a laptop and do math for an hour. (They made me DO MATH Y'ALL. "This is an experiment in how well you learn under certain conditions." Conclusion: you suck at this.)

Anyway, you'd get funny things like one time I turned up on campus on a freaking SATURDAY for a study and sat around in a courtyard with like 30 other people while nothing happened and all of us talking about like "hey, uh, do you think THIS is the study? Like to see if we leave?" But no, just no one turned up for us and we didn't get our freaking hours.

But one time I DID end up in one of those freaky social psych studies. So to be fair, I had insider knowledge, because again, psych major. So I signed up intentionally to my social psych profs study. Hoping at least it wouldn't be math.

And I arrive and am greeted by...the TA for my social psych class wearing a fat suit.

It's like IDK April or something and Texas and 80+ degrees and she's in a long skirt and a sweatshirt. And also she's MY TA. I recognize her. I even say "Oh, hi!" like I would when seeing someone I know on campus. And she greets me like she vaguely recognizes me. But, normally she is not approximately 280-300lbs.

So, I'm, like REALLY REALLY sure it's a fat suit. Like....99.5% sure.

But not 100%.

And so what the FUCK do you SAY to THAT? Well, obviously you don't say FUCKING SHIT. You pretend nothing is fucking weird, right? Because the very, very small chance that you are WRONG and this isn't a normally thin girl in a fatsuit but a real person who is shaped like that is still...NOMINALLY THERE and OMG what if you comment on it and you're WRONG?

So I get ushered into this little room and shown a bunch of pictures of people and asked to rate them on various things like competency and attractiveness, this is normal social psych survey stuff, except I'm SURE the experiment is does the person in the room with you and their appearance change your ratings.

And the whole time I'm distracted as FUCK, cause I'm just sitting there thinking "am I wrong and this isn't my TA somehow? no, no, pretty much ALMOST certain I'm right...etc." And "why would anyone be wearing a sweatshirt in this weather/building if they WEREN'T wearing a fatsuit?"

But MAYBE the point of the experiment is "will this person call out an obvious fake fat person?" And should I do so or not? Is this social pressure to conform and not speak the truth I know? Should I say something? I, uh, may have had an unknown and untreated anxiety disorder at this point in my life so, yeah I'm LOSING MY MIND and probably acting like a FREAK.

So anyway, eventually I decide okay, obviously you can't say anything because yeah...but you will be debriefed once this is over and you'll FIND OUT THE TRUTH. You won't have this lingering doubt in your mind when this is over because they will debrief you.

If you don't know human research, debriefing is when, after all the experiment data collection is over, they inform the subject of what the topic of the research was and explain any tricks or deception or anything to them. (We played distracting music to see how you did on the test...) If there was any potential distress involved it should be dealt with by examiners, etc. Usually in practice you are handed a slip of paper that explains the purpose of the study and what you did.

Usually you don't care and barely read it. But I was dying to be debriefed. I wanted her to be like "yeah I am wearing a fatsuit" and me to be like "lol, yeah I know, cause like, I know you right?" And if the secret purpose of the experiment was actually "will you say something" then I will be told that and get to explain why I didn't.

Like sometimes debrief also involves follow-up questions that helps determine why you gave responses you did or whether you should actually have your data thrown out for some outlier reason (like the person faking being fat is my fucking TA).

So we get done with all the questions and leave the small room. And we're in the antechamber and the TA is like "okay, cool, thanks bye" and directs me to the door. And doesn't hand me a debrief slip or mention debriefing AT ALL.

And now I'm fucking SPOOKED. It's a TRICK and they want you to SAY SOMETHING and you're going to try to leave without saying anything and they will then stop you and debrief you. So I wait, for like...several seconds, waiting for her to remember debrief and just get stared at so I go "oh okay" and like stutter-step my way to the door of the office and like open it and turn back and she's already gone, and so I like, step out into the quad and am like "what. the. fuck."

And I literally stand there like "should I go back in and ask to be debriefed?" Literally I knew enough to know that THIS IS THE PURPOSE OF DEBRIEFING to not leave subjects wondering about shit like this and not leave them with nagging doubts and questions.

And the only really mysterious experiment of my life just failed to debrief me.

But of course I don't do anything but walk slowly away.

And it's now 20+ years later and I never did find anything out. Except you can DAMN well bet I confirmed at my next class that 1) yeah that was TOTALLY my fucking TA, I was right and 2) NO she was actually really slim.

So I'm sure it was about how a fatsuit (or *cough* sorry "attractiveness") of an interviewer changes responses to surveys. But I'm STILL mad I wasn't debriefed because it's fucking annoying and violates HRB standards and I could have gotten them in serious trouble over that by reporting it. And also my data should have been thrown out.

Also this is why you shouldn't trust psychology studies because the subject pool is SHITTY AS FUCK. "Psychology is the study of the average American college sophomore" as one of my profs quipped and then didn't change his method of getting subjects.

#threerings' stories #psychology

[according2thelore]

okay so your es/ls verse is making me lose my mind omg!! I check everyday and every little snippet heals a part of my soul I am not even kiddinggg! This last one about es!sam missing was so so so on point, I finally have the courage to send you an ask - what if es!sam or dean or both at the same time see ls!sam and dean uhm...um...doing what they are yearning for, kissing or spooning or straight up boning...what happens then? Does ES!Dean freak out and bolt? Does ES!Sam feel hopeful about the future for the first time since coming? Do ES!Sam&Dean evade each other forever?????? Do they accept it or try to play up their wtf reactions as if they havent been dreaming of this forever???

PS - odd detail but I love how adorably you write "kisses you on both cheeks" - english isnt my first language so forgive me if this comes as weird but this phrase of yours always me laugh because it is so cute haha?! I hope ES!Sam kisses Cas on both cheeks? Did I use it right???

EEK! thank you, anon! MWAH MWAH!

and please send me all the asks in the world! i cradle all of these asks in my hands like a duckling, lol!

OKAY ANON LMAO I TOTALLY READ THIS WHOLE THING COMPLETELY WRONG!!!! i read it as: what if LS!Dean&ES!Sam walk in on LS!Sam&ES!Dean kissing, and wrote this big long terrible thing about it!!!! my mistake!!!!!!! i was about to click publish then read it again and realized my error! if y'all ever want that lesson in angst and torture, lmk lol.

but GAH!!! your BRAIN!!!! i had to write a narrative little thing about it, i hope you enjoy!

sam doesn't know where the hell anyone is.

he checks the kitchen. nope. the armory, no one. the library? empty. he checks everyone's bedrooms, the garage, the war room, the dungeon (still can't believe there's a future where he owns a dungeon), and they're all completely empty.

sam is starting to suspect that they all went out without him, despite the fact that sammy had immediately established the ground rule that no "same" winchesters can go out together without a pretty extensive disguise.

that rule had been established when they all went out to the bar to drink their collective problem away (with the younger winchesters in big-billed trucker hats) and a drunk girl had stumbled straight from older dean's unwilling arms into younger dean's infinitely-more-willing arms and did a double-take. then a triple-take. then she saw The Sams, and they got the hell out of dodge before things could get ugly.

twins exist, for sure, but identical twins separated by 10+ years? not really.

sam's walking down another of the infinite hallways when he spots dean--his dean.

he had given up on finding anyone and gone to do some more archiving work. it was one of the only things that kept him sane in this new reality, and he enjoyed the quiet, satisfying work of logging complicated artifacts in his older self's laptop.

it was outside on of these rooms that he finds dean.

sam is positive there's nothing on these floors but dusty, mostly unopened rooms full of non-sharp, lore-heavy papers and gadgets and pottery, so he's confused why dean is here at all.

(and another, more bitter part of him is surprised to see him here without his precious sammy)

dean's pressed against a door, and sam's steps slow, because he's seen this exact scene in that one movie about the blair witch that terence made him watch at stanford. they had all jumped and laughed and rolled their eyes, but sam had sat straight as a board, beer sweating and unopened in his hand.

dean is clearly not looking at him, face pressed into the doorcrack like he's trying to smell or something. sam creeps forward, listening, but can only dean's quick breathing.

is he hurt? sam picks up his pace.

when he's directly behind him, he leans his head in close. he can smell his own shampoo in dean’s hair.

“dean!” he says suddenly, because it’s his big brother, and sam is legally obligated to be a little shit about it.

dean jumps like he just took a bullet to the kidney, and he slams both hands over his mouth. he whips around with glaring eyes, but he’s clearly shocked by something. something not-sam.

“what the hell?” dean asks, sharply, voice barely above a whisper.

“what are we doing?” sam asks, lowering his voice, too. is something wrong? what’s in the room? sam makes a step forward, but dean reaches a hand out to sam’s chest, keeping him there.

dean raises his other hand to his lips, motioning for sam to be quiet. sam hunches instinctively, and creeps forward quietly.

he and dean are sharing space next to the door, and sam presses even closer so dean’s back brushes his chest with every inhale. there’s a few-centimeter crack in the door, just enough for light to come through, but they can only see a sliver of a shelf from here.

there are voices, sam realizes. behind the door. they’re faint, but one is getting steadily quieter and louder, like they’re pacing back and forth from the door.

"--leave, already?"

a soft laugh. "you don't mean that."

a groan. "yeah, sammy, i kinda do. i don't like this. that we have to hide this."

sam knew it was their older selves, but the confirmation of it shoots a spark of nerves all the way down to his toes. why are they here?

“we’ve hidden this before. we hide literally everywhere. all the time.”

“but it’s us, y’know?”

“even more reason. could you imagine telling dean that this is how we end up?”

“kid’ll wet himself in glee, promise you that.” a silence. “what?”

“nothing. just…”

“d’ah, stop lookin’ at me like that.” dean grumbles. and his voice stops moving back and forth.

“or what?” challengingly. sam flushes, because he knows that tone of voice. he flirts with that voice. keep it together, man, he wants to scream to his older self. dean shifts in front of him.

“or i’ll come over there and make you,” dean says, and sam can feel the dean in front of him tense up.

there’s silence in the room for a second, and sam can feel the ragged inhales of the dean in front of him. sam’s palms are sweating.

“how long have they been here?” sam asks quietly, and if he didn’t know better, he would say dean shudders as his breath hits dean’s scalp.

“i don’t know. i just found them a few minutes ago. they’ve been talking about us.”

sam can feel dean’s voice rumble, and he closes his eyes, tight.

the silence reigns, and sam leans forward even more,

“what are they doing?”

sam reaches forward to push the door open. dean makes a wordless hushed sound of protest, but sam has already knocked the door open an inch. it’s silent on its hinges.

sam leans over dean, and his blood runs cold.

sammy is sitting on a table, facing the door. dean’s waist is pressed between his thighs, and one foot has hooked around dean’s calf to hold them close.

they’re kissing.

they’re kissing.

sam can hear the wet sounds their mouths make as they part and connect. tongues flash in the yellow over-head lights.

the dean in front of him makes a noise, shocked and…and something else.

“hate that i have to have you here, sammy. want to fuck you on the kitchen table, make them watch.”

sam watches his own face contort into a groan, watches older dean bite kisses down his throat. sammy’s lips are swollen and wet, and sam flushes hot because oh my god oh my fucking god—

“you like that idea, don’t you? spread you open for me, make your little favorite hear what a slut his older brother is? make him know you’re mine?”

younger dean’s hand flies to his mouth. sam desperately has to press a hand to his cock, and does so, praying that dean doesn’t turn around.

“no bites.” sammy pants, and tangles his hand in dean’s hair, pulling him away.

sam is shocked by the pure want and adoration on his older self’s face, and aches down to his very bones.

“can’t believe we wasted so much time.” he says, voice rough. his eyes are soft. older dean’s hand bunches in sammy’s shirt, and sam can see the tips of his ears go pink.

younger dean stumbles back, and slams into sam. sam jerks back with a yelp, throwing his hips away because he is terrified that dean is going to feel the hard swell of his dick in his jeans.

dean is panting, and his hand shakes on his mouth.

“oh my god,” dean whines. “they’re—together—they—“

“they’re fucking.” sam confirms, nodding and not knowing why. “they fuck. they fuck each other.”

“stop saying it!” dean whisper shouts, bending at the waist and standing up again, pacing in frantic little circles.

“together,” he’s muttering. “they’re—they—holy shit.”

sam’s heart is pumping in his ears. he can’t help it—he can’t—his eyes fall to dean’s crotch. there’s a bulge in his jeans. sam’s mouth goes dry. his whole body goes hot.

does…does dean—

“i don’t—“ sam says, but he doesn’t know what he’s going to follow that up with.

“yeah, i know.” dean says, laughing breathlessly. then his eyes get wide and he grabs a fist of his hair. “oh fuck. what are we gonna do?”

“pretend we didn’t see anything?” sam suggests.

“we were going to—y’know! to you!!! y’all!” dean says. he’s panicking. sam’s hope starts to curdle.

“say it—fuck. they’re fucking!” sam hisses. dean groans like he’s going to be sick.

dean put his hand over his mouth and starts muttering again. sam catches a few words. “kiss—how could he do that—little brother—we promised—can’t believe—“

something strange shifts in sam’s chest. since he was freshly 11—hell even before that, when he found out his kindergarten teacher was engaged, and sam found out what “marriage” meant, he had grabbed dean’s hand excitedly when he came to get him from the classroom and elatedly told him “we’re gettin’ married! i’m gonna marry you!” dad had later disabused him of that, and dean had crawled into their bed later that night and kissed sam’s tear-streaked cheeks. “it’s okay sammy,” he said, “i’m gonna be at your weddin’ anyway. standin’ right behind you.” sam’s stomach had curdled. “but if you’re really, super old—like 29–and you’re still not married, we can talk about it.”

sam had thought about it when he was 13 and watching dean press the girl of the month against the side of the impala from the motel window. 16 years to go, he had thought with all the tone and life of someone counting down the years of a terminal diagnosis. he had been rotting with this for years.

and they—future they—did it! are doing it? they…they’re together. in all the ways. in every way.

“i gotta go,” dean mutters, and sam catches one look at his overwhelmed expression before dean takes off. sam blinks after him, still processing.

together. he and dean together.

“dean,” sam calls. he’s shocked by how breathless he is, and clears his throat. “wait up!”

he follows his brother, like he’s been doing since he was six.

but for the first time in his life, his chest swells with a tentative, frantic hope. he’s afraid the weight of it—of them—will choke him. he doesn’t know what’s going to happen. dean probably won’t talk to him. but sam—he—it’s starting. this could go either way, but whatever this is—love, family, whatever—is starting.

and he can’t wait to find out.

~~~

“do you think they’re talking about it?” sammy asks later, washing his face before bed. dean is sitting on their bed with a cleaning cloth, freshly showered. “do you think it was enough of a kick in the ass?”

“knowing us, not a fucking shot.” dean says blandly, cleaning his gun. “at this rate, i think i will actually have to suck your cock in the library four times a day to get it to sink in.”

sam rolls his eyes, and dryly says, “romantic.” he adjusts his collar and his eyes land on a couple of splotchy bruises on his neck. “hey!” he leans out of the bathroom. “i think you actually left bruises.”

dean looks up, face purposefully placid.

“whoops. let’s hope pipsqueak doesn’t see those.”

sam scowls.

“you’ve got issues.”

dean lifts one shoulder up in a coy shrug and tilts his head.

“aw, baby. only for you.”

“you’re an ass!” sam calls as he steps back into the bathroom. he looks at his and dean’s toothbrushes sitting side-by-side.

he smiles. yeah.

they definitely got them.

~~~

PS - aw! thank you so much!!! it’s not weird at all! and yes, that's completely correct, haha! ES!Sam is for sure kissing Cas on both cheeks!

LS!Dean is the guy running up and trying to stop it but the poor fool is too late! they are embracing!

(I DO NOT KNOW WHY THE ONLY OTHER EXAMPLE OF THIS IN TUMBLR'S GIF LIBRARY IS FROM GABRIEL'S INFERNO, PLEASE IGNORE THE CONTEXT OH MY GOD AHAHAH)

anyway!!!

i am kissing you on both cheeks! so now we're both laughing! thank you for this ask, anon, it made me giggle! have a great day! <3

-lizzy

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[lilmisssona]

𓍢ִ໋🀦 PROLOGUE 𓍢ִ໋🀦

𓍢ִ໋🀦 PAIRING: Vampire! Hyunjin × Witch! Fem Reader

𓍢ִ໋🀦 GENRE: Supernatural AU, SMAU, Enemies To Lovers, Murder Mystery AU

𓍢ִ໋🀦 PLOT: You're accepted to The University Of Magicks" You thought it was just a fun prank, a spam ad even. But when you get actually accepted, things start to get real....You move across the country to start your new life, only to get on the nerves of a certain vampire.... Join on this magical journey as you navigate through life, friendships , love and maybe even an ancient curse ??!! Will you be able to thrive or will this be a battle to survive ?

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𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

" What the hell is this even ?"

This was your initial reaction when you received the mail in your inbox.

" An acceptance letter ??"

"But I have applied nowhere..." you pondered over your thoughts, recollecting last week's memory.

But nothing came up even after jogging your brain for a good few minutes.

" Whatever, must've been some spam mail " You rolled your eyes and were about to move that mail to the bin when suddenly....

A message popped up on your laptop screen.

" Will you really let go of such a wonderful opportunity Yn ? "

"What the hell ??" You desperately tried to get rid of that pop up.

But despite your efforts, you couldn't even click on it, let alone remove it.

" Omg! My laptop is hacked!" You cried out to the thin air.

" YN, was this not what you wanted ? " Another message popped up.

" Are you even happy in your meagre mortal life ?"

You were about to shut your laptop down, when you stopped in your tracks....

It was supposed to be a spam bot right ? This was all fake right ?

Then why did a single tear formed in your eyes when you read the last message.

Why did you stumbled and fell down on the floor with a soft thud ? Why were you too shocked to even respond to that message ?

Tears rolled down your face as you let the words sink in. " Am I even happy, where I am right now ?" you thought to yourself.

" Does everyone now know that I'm a burden ?" You massage your temples in frustration.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

Life hasn't smiled upon you yet... You lost your parents in an accident at the tender age of 3.

For anyone else losing one of their parents at any age is unbearable, but loosing both of them at 3 years old ?

That shock was too much to bear and you were mute for at least six months....

The orphanage became your new home. The people there were nice to you there but you kept your guard up.

As if you were angry at them for pitying you. Until one couple visited the orphanage two weeks later.

The woman of the couple played with you, cooed at you soothingly. The man of the couple gave you your favourite snacks.

Slowly you started to smile at their presence. They visited you daily and you looked forward to it every single day.

As their visits became your highlight. You started to smile and laugh again. Forgetting the painful memories little by little.

And for the first time in seven months, you spoke again. " Mumma " you called out to the woman of that couple.

She was overjoyed to the point of lifting you up and spinning you around. After that everything happened so quickly.

Some legal documents were shared, some hushed conversations were discussed that you couldn't fathom to decipher.

Finally after two days of confusion, the couple walked to you smiling.

Holding a document in their hands, they held you close to them and whispered...

" Welcome yn to your new home "

You were overjoyed to find a new home. The couple, whom you addressed as Mumma and dada, were the best parents you can ask for.

Life was finally looking up to you, you thought. Until it was your 7th birthday....

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

You have been sick for a few days. Your parents were worried to the point of consulting every doctor, every remedy they can find.

You feel indifferent in your body, as if something is changing within you. No doctor, no elder can detect anything wrong.

Your parents lost hope and just stuck to feeding and comforting you.

One evening before your birthday, your eyes glowed to the sight of the rays of the moon.

You were alone that evening, with only the neighbour's daughter at your care as a babysitter.

She was in your room reading some comics and giggling to herself. You were staring at the moon from the window at your bedside.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew outside. You felt "it" again in your body.

The chills, an indifferent feeling. And before you know it, your neighbour's daughter was screaming at you incoherently.

Begging you to stop....

Everything was a blur after that...

Apparently your eyes changed their colours and you were levitating in the air with a golden orb surrounding you.

You were too shocked to know of this predicament so you couldn't answer your mumma, when she confronted you.

You didn't remember a thing.

But when your mum showed that the CCTV cam in your room captured everything, you were at a loss of words....

Your parents looked at you with a gaze of disgust and fear. For the first time of years, you didn't feel safe in your new home.

And before you know it, you were given away for adoption just like that...

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

After that, it was one foster home to another. One school to another.

No one kept you more than a few months.

Everyone looked at you with terror, when they saw the glow in your eyes, with an orb surrounding you like a burning flame.

You fitted nowhere and were constantly called names. " Freak " and " Possessed " being the most frequent.

Slowly the weight of being indifferent from others was too much to bear.

You started to feel like a burden to everyone.

You tried everything to stop " that feeling " but, it was to no avail....

At 17 you ran away from your last foster home.

Your foster father, hit you with a pan after one of your "episodes' ' you begged him to stop.

But he glared at you with a terrifying smile and hit you, numerous times.

At the same night, you left that house and never came back.

After that, you survive yourself with small jobs here and there.

Continuing your education as well as juggling 3 jobs at a time to make ends meet.

You tried to mask that uncanny feeling. Hiding it in plain sight by being in the washroom for a good few minutes.

Finally after 3 years your efforts paid off. You were hired by a freelance company with good pay.

You thanked your past experiences for landing this job.

Eventually the job became very fruitful and you even bought a small apartment on your own until now....

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒𓂃🦋

You were staring at the laptop screen for at least an hour now.

The pop ups are gone now... Yet the words stung to your head.

" Will you really let go of such a wonderful opportunity Yn ? "

" Are you even happy in your meagre mortal life ?"

The truth was, even though you were pretty satisfied with how far you've come on your own.

But there was always a lingering feeling that you don't belong here.

That you're different from the others.... And you hated that. Hated that " it " the uncanny feeling, took away your adoptive parents from you and made you go through hell.

“ It” being the very reason for how you started to hate yourself.

How you thought you're really a crazy freak who's a burden to everyone. How your mental health started to deteriorate.

To the point that you took mini breaks from work. Like you're taking one now and staring at your ceiling wide awake at 2 in the morning.

Not a blink of sleep in your eyes.

Pondering over your life decisions and that strange email you received.

After receiving that email you googled your symptoms.

The ones that made you feel like a freak in front of everyone.

And it was confirmed by an article. You ARE a witch.

These are the symptoms that all witches experience.

Although it was confirmed by a shady website. So you half believe it yourself.

But the university is very much real. They even have an instagram page with thousands of followers.

Their website also seems genuine.

" How did they even select me ? " you wondered. Although you were half laughing as you scrolled through their page.

Something in you believed that you should embrace yourself. Uncanny feeling or not.

That this is where you belong....

And when you spotted a very handsome man, in a post.

Clad with shining black hair, ethereal dark brown eyes, so deep that you can swim in them and a smile enough to end world problems....

A blush creeped upon your cheeks. " Hyun '' or something was written in the captions of that post.

Smiling to yourself you scrolled through all his pictures on the page. A weird feeling formed in the pit of the stomach.

But this wasn't a feeling of dread, it was a feeling of happiness, joy even.

So you rethink your decisions. Whether it'll be worth being stuck in this boring, pathetic life or should you plunge into the unknown and visit this university ?

Something in your mind tells you to choose the latter, after hours of thinking. So at 4 in the morning, you type a reply and send it.

Almost immediately you received an answer back.

" We're glad you chose the right decision. You're expected to arrive on the 21st, 5 pm kst sharp.

We look forward to your visit in Namsuhara and our lovely university. "

" Wait! Namsuhara ??" That's like the other end of the country ??"

You looked at your messy room and sighed. Looks like I have a lot of packing to do….

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[panderghast]

I have maybe a pinch of hope left...

Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!

Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.

The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character. Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course! ...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄

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[astridthevalkyrie]

Not to get into the specifics of how it happened: collegebf!Levi broke his arm so it's in a sling and cast. Levi is already stubborn yet prideful (but not overly so). He's grateful it's at least his left arm and not his right (assuming he's right handed?). When the doctor puts the cast on, he severely dreads his friends reactions to seeing him, groaning at the inevitable "OMG LEVI WHAT HAPPENED?!" from hange/the others. You carry his backpack on ur shoulder after he winces/hisses from trying to.

(this ask is from february—i am so sorry lmao)

"This is actually surprisingly light."

"Yeah, well. We don't all carry rocks in our bags, you know," Levi huffs. He's unsure if the wind blowing in your hair serves to make him more irritated or simply to make you look prettier. A bit of both, he decides.

"I don't carry"—You toss your own bag over your shoulder and cringe at the pressure—"rocks."

"Oh, sorry," he drawls, long and sarcastic on purpose, "just two laptops instead of one."

For obvious reasons, you don't really have a great response to a very true accusation, especially not when your back is probably straining from the pressure of holding two bags, so you settle with the childish route. "I'm not the one who broke my arm."

A stupid mistake during practice (not his mistake, but fucking Nile's, who should learn to watch where he's fucking going) isn't supposed to make him incapable of carrying his own messenger bag to class, but here he is.

If you're going to be childish, then he feels it gives him a right to copy your behavior. Doing a quick look-around to make sure no one is watching, he scowls his usual scowl but with a more pitiful twist. The kicked boyfriend look always works on you, and this time is no different.

"Aww." You set the bags down and wrap your arms around his neck, planting a quick peck on his lips. "Here, I have something for you." As soon as you place the object on top of his head, Levi knows what it is. He jerks his head sharply, letting the sunglasses fall over his eyes.

"See? Now you don't have to worry about losing you cool guy persona."

He hides a smile against your cheek. "Definitely what I was worried about most. I mean, if the sunglasses don't do the trick, all the doodles you did on the cast should definitely sell it." Giving it another look, with his good arm wrapped around your back, he scoffs amusedly. "Didn't even leave room for anyone else to sign, huh?"

Your head tilts, and your eyes glint mischievously. "And now no one else is going to ask to do it in the first place."

"I'm going to marry you one day," Levi declares, exceptionally grateful. The grin that breaks out on your face is no less brightened by the shades on his face.

"I'm counting down the days." Then you pick up the two bags once more, a little more strength in your arms. "Shall we get to class?"

"Yeah," he hums fondly, "we shall."

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[grapejuicestyless]

Small instagram blurb! It’s my first one!!

Warnings: none

Singer y/n x Harry

Summery: Y/n and Harry are both musicians. After Y/n finishes up her tour for her successful album, Sling, a certain musician reaches out to her and asks for her help on his next album.(also for this I realize Sling came out in 2021 but for this we’ll say it came out in 2020!)

Part 1 of a few: Ending tours and Album rumors.

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yourusername After 97 sold out shows across the world I can finally say that I have wrapped up the Sling tour. Thank you to everyone who came out to see my band and I, I wouldn’t be doing this without any of you!! I’ll be back as soon as I finish my next projects! Mwah!!!🐙

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y/nsbae next projects??? Omg? So she won’t disappear for long is what I’m hearing?

y/nfan is anyone else losing their mind over the fact she took these photos from her fans instagram posts 😭

harryscherries UHM HARRY LIKED??? HARRY LISTENS TO Y/N? BIG DAY FOR THE SAD GIRLS.

| harryswife no literally.

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hsrumorsandnews Harry on stage earlier this week during his last 2021 show of HSLOT at Long Island! Some sources have been saying that he has a project he has been trying to work on for awhile being produced. New album possibly?

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HSfan I hope it’s a new album.

Harrysstyle Don’t get my hopes up. I cant do this again.

y/nismymom Why did y/n like this?

| harryssogolden Harry liked y/n’s most recent post. What’s going on 😟

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yndaily y/n out in LA recently after wrapping up her Sling Tour!

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ynissolovely I could be wrong but didn’t Harry’s manager like this post just now?

| hsfan no you’re right. That’s his manager…

harryfantbh why is Jeff lurking… what’s going on…

ynandharry need a y/n and Harry collab so please let this be a sign!

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yourusername Back at work..in a way. I think?

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hsfan HARRY LIKED AGAIN.

ynismybff she’s in the studio y’all! I wonder what she’s working on?

| yourusername top secret spy stuff. Can’t tell you yet!😏🥸

| ynismybff OMG????

lizzobeeating and just like that she’s back 🤍🤍🤍

harrystyles I can’t be the only one excited

| harryfan WHAT.

| ynandharry CRAZY MOMENT WHY IS HE HERE?

| yourusername you are the only one excited. Sorry to break the news this way…

ynrocks am I the only one seeing Y/n and Harry lowkey flirting in the comments?

| harrylver their just talking…calm down.

| ynrry next album about to go crazy!

paulithepsm where’s my invite?

| yourusername got lost in the mail. Sorry!😋

| paulithepsm liar!

lanafan101 I’m enjoying this new era..

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I usually don’t write stuff on mobile but I actually forgot my password so I can’t log onto my laptop to write any of this. This means I have a 10 picture minimum so this is being split into a few parts. This was short so sorry but it’s fine. I’ll try to be quick with the next part depending on when I go to bed. I’m going to start editing photos together to make these longer so bare with me.

[youredreamingofroo]

your tags on my post (the lucky one) omg i am screaming if my acnh sims are the reason your redownload sims 4 again i dont think ill ever recover, new sims 4 content, and i inspired you???? double K.O

KJHSGDV NO BUT LIKE... SRSLY THO YOUR SIMS ARE SO CUTE AND IM JUST,,,, I want to reinstall sims 4 so badly and your ACNH SIMS AREN'T HELPING (in a good way LMAO),,,, someone lock me up so I don't "oops my finger slipped" and remove a bunch of stuff off my laptop just for TS4 </3 AND PLEASE RECOVER 😭😭 I CANT BE LOSING A FRIEND LIKE U </33

#i've said this time and time again but all of my mootys inspire me and YOU ARE INCLUDED BUTTER 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 #Even your SDV and ACNH posts/reblogs hella inspire me to get back into those games #like if i ever post my ACNH gameplay on here. I'm DIRECTLY tagging u as my inspo for playing the game again 🫶🫶 #buttertrait #yapping

[wordstro]

so u think we can get a teaser like we did last time for the next chapter ?

omg yes....... sorry i went mia for a while (not to overshare but bestie went missing for a few weeks, i went on like 5 short trips this summer for various reasons so it's been hard to find time, my old laptop broke, dealing with health problems, and got on new medication that made me completely lose my creativity. was truly fighting for my life for a bit there yall....).

i have 12k written, the rest of the chapter is outlined and i have about 5 ish scenes left to write (probably 1k-2k each scene). i will 100% for sure have this last chapter published some time in december if nothing else comes out of left field in my personal life. anyways here is a teaser to the last chapter of got/hotd au below the cut.

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you broke the silence first as you said, "you made me believe i could trust you. perhaps i am a fool for ever thinking such a thing, or for willingly letting you into my bed. but now," you gestured around you, your voice barely louder than a whisper, "but now a war is looming, and you do not fucking care, do you?"

hongjoong was a collector of sorts, who liked to have the moon and sun and stars, but he did not think of anything beyond that. that was how gods were, were they not? watching from above, collecting, but never quite caring. they only lived to be worshipped. the kims were closer to gods than they were to men. you were a fool for ever believing his touches and his drawn baths and his late night talks meant anything. his sweet nothings were just that: nothing.

"the war will not touch you," hongjoong said.

#got au spoilers #got au

[yawneneteyam]

GORGEOUS IS COMING SOON???!!!! I AM SO EXCITED OMG IM GONNA LOSE MY SHIT-

BABY GORGEOUS IS COMING IN LIKE 2 HOURS:?? IM LITERALLY TYPING THIS ON MY NEW LAPTOP WITH PHOTOSHOP INSTALLING AS WE SPEAK!!!!!!!! I CANT BELIEVE IT

#she's gonna be a GOOD chapter too I promise #I love you guys so much #I can't wait to post this #࿐gorgeous talks #•°. celeste answers asks #•°. *࿐pretty mutuals

[sleepless-winter-nights]

I just got done reading the newest chapter of loving you is a losing game ... ... ... LANDON !!!! OMG I WAS LITERALLY CRYING READING LANDONS POV ESPECIALLY WITH HOW HE FELT ABOUT BRAN AND HOW HE COULDN'T MOVE ON OMG YOU CAPTURE HIS EMOTIONS PERFECTLY AND THE PART ABOUT ASTRID ALMOST CONFUSING HIM FOR BRAN

MY POOR BABIES THEY DIDNT DESERVE THAT THEY DESERVE A SOFT EPILOUGE A HAPPY ONE YOU ARE PAYING FOR MY THERAPY !!!

I love this and I'm so excited to see the next chapter this was such an amazing chapter and I can't wait to see what's next ^^

Thank you so much for enjoying the chapter☺ ngl this chapter was hard to write and I too cried a lot while I was writing this. I was also worried I wouldn't be able to capture his feelings but since I have a sibling myself ( I do feel like to beat the shit outta her becuz she annoys me a lot, maybe just hit her with a brick or something) so I was able to write it down.

Bruh I need therapy too because I love angst more than happy things... Maybe something is wrong with my head.

I am also excited for you to read the next chapters, hope that you will enjoy 😊 although it might take some time ( again because my sister stole the laptop and refuses to give me)

I hope I wont butcher any of the characters

Also I have said this before and I will say again. I love your fics and I am always so eager to read them 😁 can't wait to read more

#ao3 fanfic #writing #fanfic #nikobran #my fanfiction #asks #g-on-ef

[thomas-mvller]

I was tagged by Lise, Lin and Ander (aka @acrazybayernfan , @thommi-tomate and @miasanmuller) to do this veeeery interesting tag game! thank you all 🤗

What's your top 10 most memorable bayern matches?

In no particular order:

8 - 2 vs Barcelona: I mean, pretty self explanatory. It was like our 7 - 1 in brasil 2014.

5 - 1 vs Wolfsburg: literally who would've thought we'd witness a literal world record happen in front of our very own eyes in less than TEN MINUTES? that was absurd but in a good way! till this day i feel bad for vfl's keeper to the point i remember his name JAJAJJA

1 - 0 vs PSG: i was going through some stuff around that time (and believe it or not it wasn't because of the pandemic or anything related to it) so i was really not with my head in the game sort of speak, i literally watched the match in zombie mode until the goal happened and there i woke up a little and then when the match ended i bursted out crying JAJAJJA, it was like the perfect occasion to release emotions and it literally brightened my day, it was just what i needed that moment!

4 - 2 vs Juventus: i legit have this match downloaded on my laptop, in fact i watched it fairly recently! it's just the fact that we literally had ALL THE ODDS against our favor, losing during 90 minutes only for thomas to score literally on stoppage time AND THEN secure the match in less than two minutes? that was WILD! probably the most memorable in my book.

2 - 1 vs Köln: look, for the sake of transparency i didn't watch the match when it happened. It's not that i lost hope but rather they played very early and i prioritized my sleeping time 😂 but idk how effective that was since i slept like shit knowing deep down this was the title defining match going neck to neck against the bees nonetheless! but surprisingly i woke up just when both matches ended and i remember asking here "WHAT HAPPENED" and someone said "we won bundes!!" and then seeing the dash's reaction and finding out we won during the last minute + the bees blew it.... my jaw hit the floor omg.

4 - 0 vs Chicago Fire: I know this was a friendly but it was Bastian's farewell match and dude..... it was so emotional. Seeing him cry his heart out in a dim light stadium where everyone were cheering on him while a spotlight focused on him was just too heartwarming. Seeing club legends retire is never easy so i hope that doesn't happen ANY TIME SOON 😭

2 - 1 vs Dortmund: now this one is extra special because at the time i was familiar with bayern thanks to mr bavaria but i wasn't exactly a die hard "must watch every match" kind of fan, it was more of a casual thing and i remember coming back from school or something, turning on the tv and i swear to GOTH literally thirty seconds later robben scored and i was so confused about everything until the match ended and i was like "oh, they won a trophy, that's nice :))".......it was later when i realized the importance of the entire thing 🤪

vs Villareal: now i know this sounds weird but like, there hasn't been a day where i don't question myself "how the everloving fuck did we lose against them?". ALL THEY DID was make all eleven players defend their area, that's literally it.... AND YET WE COULDN'T BEAT THEM! I AM STILL DUMBFOUNDED AND CAN'T GET OVER IT.

1 - 3 vs Liverpool: once again.... i know this is odd given bayern lost...... but these are my two favorite teams of all time. I remember when it was announced both teams were playing against each other i felt personally attacked, i literally couldn't decide who to cheer on, every goal felt bad, every attack felt bad, and seeing how bayern lost in horrible fashion it was like... i couldn't even celebrate for lfc, i was in neutral mode and it was wild. At least it eventually led lfc to win ucl but still, it was 180+ minutes of double tension 😵‍💫

7 - 2 vs Tottenham: honestly how can you forget this one? it was absurd! serge came out for blood that day, against the sp*rs nonetheless!!!! i know we always joke about bayern destroying london teams but this was just unexpected, right now i feel like rewatching 😂

I'm pretty sure i'm missing one or two matches that shook me to the core, but i guess these will do rn. It was fun!

Tagging people from my latest bayern gifset because i know everyone has been tagged already so feel free to ignore this if so: @fabioquartararhoe @probayern @chelleisamazing @youknowitsworthfightingfor @dieclownschaft @gxtzeizm @uncoolfc @fcbalding @shrimpeon @be-lucky-again @colorsofmyseason @angry-pinscher @miss-i-ship-it and whoever wants to do this! just say i tagged you and you're it! :D

#ask games #yaay! #sorry for the eternal rambles 😫 #i prefered not to read your options first so i wouldn't be influenced!!

[fishfishfruit]

with twitter self imploding i thinking about shifting back here so i am cautiously starting with Some Thoughts on film red under the cut

yes!! i love the confirmation that usopp is the crew's stylist and makes their clothes. actually, i think oda might have mentioned something about usopp making t-shirts but i've also been re-reading saint young men so my wires are getting crossed, probably.

audience surrogate jinbe is great and helpful ngl. he's the only one asking the right questions and i love him for it. also?? they did just a fantastic job seamlessly adding him to the crew here. he had so many cool scenes i am so happy for him. 😭

i wanna say the most out of focus character in the movie was,,, zoro? he was. there. like he did a lot of cool things, but he didn't do a whole lot. which is fine bc i think characters like brook and usopp have been out of focus in the manga so giving them some time to shine isn't a bad thing. i honestly think the only thing zoro got out of the movie was free booze, he's happy. i'm happy.

we'll get to sanji. also zosan so do not fret i will be on brand for this.

im a dumbass who paid $25 US dollary doos for dolby digital (imax though, makes me nauseous) but holy fucking hell that was worth it, the music combined with the visuals looked so fucking Good on screen, i can't really imagine watching it on my laptop screen or even a tv. this is definitely the reason why we need theaters yet ngl.

uta gaslights the entire movie and we love her for it. i love oda's "were gonna make cute, morally ambiguous girlbosses" era

"oh no not another movie about a new character from a main character's childhood who we never met until now" actually i felt like uta's addition to the movie was a lot less contrived than sabo surviving a ship explosion, and tbf luffy is not really one to talk about his past all that much so it works for me.

most of the side characters were well intergrated into the movie with the exception of kalifa, i wish she'd done more but i guess there were already a lot of characters to organize.

im so happy they were like "brulee has such a fantastic devil fruit power we're gonna add her in here and also katakuri, sure, the people LOVE katakuri i love brulee she's so funny and my favorite charlotte sibling WEEPS

ok now we'll talk about the Boy.

sanji was a good boy

i love when sanji keeps his shit together, smooth operator sanji is such a Mood.

YES i did cry at him flirting with brulee omg that was such an adorable scene, i wish he was more flirty with older ladies like that. it feels so on brand for him to do that.

ok back in may i made a joke about sanji and zoro taking edibles in context of this movie and i didn't think there would be drugs in the film because of japan's views on illicit substances. and then uta slips sanji a shroom and i'm fuckin losing my shit. apollo pegging me with the dodgeball here.

music, violence, drugs, Woodstock 99 the anime. Anyway

i'll finish off this ramble with Zosan of course.

the pandering was so explicit i cannot believe toei made them sleep next to each other like a chaste 1950s couple with separate beds.

ok i said zoro did nothing earlier. 90 per cent of zoro's lines in the film were just him flirting with sanji and 45% of sanji's lines was him reciprocating. toei knows exactly what they are doing and its killing me.

the shoulder scene? fucking Shameless zoro. whore behavior.

imagine being anime only and watching zoro knock out a bunch of dudes with out even looking at them and sanji's leg turning into blue fire for 5 seconds. have fun wondering what that's all about.

and that 5 seconds where luffy does gear 5?? knocked my fuckin socks off

final thoughts: if i had the time i'd go watch it in theaters again. this movie?? this movie was made for me!! im sure there are a lot of flaws but personally it worked for what it was lol. 10/10.

#one piece #one piece film red #one piece film red spoilers #please don't click on this unless you've seen the movie #but most of it is rambling lol #talky posts