#so fucking scary i hope hes gonna recover

[petrichormore]

(It’s time for a 4halo ramble and analysis into their current relationship! Everything that follows is about the characters, I’m not using the q! because I’m lazy. I also want to repeat that while I am a 4halo shipper this entire rant is me explaining why I don’t want them to get together right now or anywhere in the near future. I don’t really consider this 4halo neg but let me know if you want me to tag it as such - they have the chemistry and in a distant future I could see it - but the fluffy 4halo that everyone seems to be imagining right now? I can’t see it happening. Toxic 4halo is another story entirely though and not what this ramble is about)

Okay you have been warned (THIS IS LONG):

not saying I’m not a huge 4halo enjoyer because. I am. But I do hope they don’t actually “become canon” or get into a relationship for the foreseeable future. Because the only realistic way that will end is in a giant, heart-wrenching break-up after like. 2 weeks. And I don’t see the ship recovering from that I’m gonna be honest.

Look. They can barely communicate as they are right now, any kind of committed relationship between them would end in fire and brimstone - especially when you take into account the power imbalance that is already causing problems.

Forever has not apologized for jailing Bad, even though Bad has asked for it (a rare show of communication on his part) and he might not apologize ever because he thinks he’s in the right. Somehow Cellbit is the only one to have apologized despite being the one calling for Bad’s head the most during the actual furniture incident. Anyway, Bad knows Forever thinks he’s in the right. And Bad also knows Forever wielded his presidential power to keep him jailed - so if Forever’s not sorry and he believes he was right, what’s to stop him from doing it again - in Bad’s mind, that is. There are actually quite a few things keeping him from doing it again, chief among them being that he doesn’t want to lmao. But Bad wouldn’t know that, would he?

I just- The imprisonment hurt Bad’s trust in everyone so badly that he destroyed every waystone in his base - and he when he found out Pac had someone gotten in anyway, he destroyed the waystone again. I don’t think people understand how long he’s been contemplating doing that. I don’t think people understand how many times he’s decided against destroying his waystones. It takes a pretty big fuck up to get him to do that. It takes a fuck-up of pretty tremendous proportions. And he did that last bit with Pac extremely recently too, which means he hasn’t forgotten.

And that - the whole furniture fiasco - that’s not a misstep that will just smooth over if Bad and Forever just care about each other hard enough. They already care about each other deeply - it didn’t stop the conflict. It’s not something everyone can just sweep under the rug with the power of love and no actual communication. Or at least I hope it’s not. It shouldn’t be. Any relationship the two get into right now will be steeped in distrust and wariness on Bad’s part due to the amount of power Forever can choose to use against him at any moment. And even if Forever hadn’t imprisoned him, that would still probably be the case, albeit to a much lesser extent. But Forever did imprison him, so now Bad’s not only wary of Forever turning on him in a hypothetical sense - he has past experience with that exact scenario. He has reason to distrust. It’s not paranoia in this instance; it’s genuine, rational distrust, which is even harder to alleviate.

By the way, that’s not even taking into account that Bad now knows of the existence of a drug that can brainwash Forever into potentially abusing his power against his own will. Think about how scary we all thought the drug-induced marriage proposals were. Think about how much scarier it would’ve been if Bad and Forever had actually been dating at the time. I’m not going to get into the risus potion here, or what implications it has for Bad’s trust in Forever - or more accurately, the trust he has in Forever’s position of power - because that’s too fucking complicated for my silly brain right now and this is long enough.

So basically: how is a relationship between a president and an anarchist supposed to work? Is Bad supposed to shut up, abandon his core principles, and do whatever Forever wants? When he opposes/attempts to help Forever improve the voting system he’s not being ‘immature’ - he’s acting in perfect accordance with his own belief system. There are points where he does act antagonist in an immature manner but in those instances he is very obviously being dramatic on purpose (and Forever does it as well). Him thinking Forever’s voting system isn’t fair isn’t him being immature, it’s just him being politically opposed. And Forever - what about Forever? Is Forever supposed to throw away his entire presidency? Oh, Bad’s an anarchist so that means Forever has to give up everything he’s worked so hard to accomplish, all the plans he has, all the good he’s desperately trying to do despite the fact that the nature of his position is scaring his loved ones away? He’s supposed to let everyone boss him around? Just because his crush hates government? Really? See, none of these options sounds particularly healthy, but their friendship isn’t even healthy right now so I can’t see them somehow reaching a better alternative.

Idk if you couldn’t tell I don’t like it when people non-jokingly boil down Bad and Forever’s political arguments as something that’ll be solved if one of them gives in or apologizes. Because they won’t. Because neither of them is wrong. Forever was partially right when he told Bagi that nothing he does as president will ever satisfy Bad - Bad is an anarchist, the fact that a government has been forced on him in the first place is already a fundamental problem - and that’s not wrong of him! It’s a genuine difference in beliefs and neither of them is wrong! Bad is not somehow automatically wrong because he’s an anarchist, and Forever is not somehow automatically wrong because he’s the president. Grrr bark woof grr bark, etc… you get what I mean.

(TLDR; if 4halo becomes canon right now it’ll crash and burn instantly and kill everyone on board which I don’t want to happen. Therefore I don’t wish for it to be canon.)

#please remember that while forever has the title of president the position is actually comparable in power to that of a king #he can actually do whatever he wants the only thing stopping him is his morals and the federation #and while q!forever himself may not realize that #q!Bad definitely. DEFINITELY does #and he’s behaving under the assumption that ‘morals and the federation’ is not a very strong power balancing system #partially because of his own moral code and what he would do in that position but even still he Knows what ‘president’ actually means #qsmp #qsmp analysis #4halo #taking minecraft political relationship drama WAY too seriously #q!badboyhalo #q!forever #neither of my perfect boys have ever done anything wrong ever and I refuse to accept otherwise

[obx-pogue4life]

GURLLLL URRR BACKKK!! Missed seein u on my dash! Idk if ur taking requests but I got this idea I can't get out the head

Friends to lovers

Beach party kegger

Kook likes u but ya shoot em down

Pulls gun and is really bad

Jj saves u, screams/beats the hell out the kook like a mad man

Y'all confess ur feelings

And maybe uses the words "all in" and sappy happy ending 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh my gosh I love this idea and I hope you like what I came up with. This is SO JJ 👀😂

All In

Warnings: fluffy with implied smut, kissing, guns, violence, swearing, feeling uneasy, drug use, fighting, protective JJ, crying, friends to lovers, happy ending, prolly more so let me know if I forgot any 💚

I couldn't believe what was happening. My best friend defending my honor, all because of some stupid kook who decided to crash this kegger with his friends. Everything was harmless enough at the start, just cat calling and some whistling, you know the kind; just your general disgusting, neanderthal behavior. It was bothering me for sure but I wasn't gonna let it get to me and ruin my good time with my friends. As the night went on I could see JJ getting more and more irritated with them and the second that kook put his hands on me, his fists were flying.  "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER, ASSHOLE," JJ screamed at the kook who was trying to manhandle me into dancing with him and shoved him away from me. The kook comes right back at us and JJ immediately makes contact with his jaw, knocking him on his ass. He quickly recovers, gets back up and spits out a small mouthful of blood. 

"Oh you know you like it baby," he says to me with a wink. "You know you want a piece of this," he cockily smirks, lifting up the bottom of his shirt to show off his barely visible muscles. 

"And just what am I supposed to be looking at here," I say squinting and laughing as I brush him off. I hold my hand up to silently signal JJ not to charge at this guy and beat the living shit out of him. 

We begin to walk away and JJ snickers at his weak attempt to entice me. I sigh and roll my eyes but feel a rough hand reach out for me again, this time harshly yanking me back and hurting my arm. 

"Ouch, you asshole! What the hell," you say, a little shocked this guy was being so forward, especially with JJ right at my side. Usually the kooks just wanted to mess with me and my friends, hook up, be jerks and and occasionally get into the random fight over stupid shit. But this? This felt different, almost scary. 

"Now that wasn't very nice now, was it baby doll," he says to me in a creepy monotone voice. His eyes look frighteningly dark, like there is nothing but emptiness behind them. He sniffs loudly and wipes the underside of his nose with his thumb and it all clicks for me. I can see some white residue still under his nose. He must have just gotten high. "Greaaatttt," I think to myself as I try to shake his grip off my arm. The look on JJ's face right now was one I've seen far too many times. He was ready to kill this kid but I prayed he'd take notice of me shaking my head discouragingly and trying to make him realize that this dude was totally coked out. I pointed to my own nose and tried to get my message across to him, which thankfully he understood. The last thing I want is for him to get into a crazy brawl with a maniac, especially over me. A minute passed by and we all were just kind of standing there, unsure what he was going to do. He still had his hand around my arm and he was really beginning to hurt me but I didn't wanna say anything to make JJ lunge at him, so I just kind of took it the best I could. He could tell I was wincing though and mentally, I was preparing myself for the fight of the year. Surprisingly though JJ very calmly came towards us and apologized. 

"Hey, I'm sorry man," he said trying hard to sound earnest. "Sometimes I just get crazy over y/n getting attention from other guys, you know. That was my bad. I'm just very protective over her. I'm sure you can understand that," he says sincerely. I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest at his sweet words about me and had to snap myself back into the reality of the situation that was before me. 

"What I understand, is that your bitch,  needs to learn some fucking manners. It's not nice to laugh at someone whose just trying to show you a good time," he slowly drawls out, his grip on me becoming so tight, I nearly cry. 

He looks at me whimpering and laughs. JJ clenches his fists and takes a step forward but stops himself when he sees this kook force me onto my knees and notices a gun sticking out of the back of his pants. I start to talk back but JJ puts his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I give him a funny look but he pleads to me with his eyes to just stay still and stop making noise. I catch on and quickly and stop but it's too late. The kook pulls out his gun and points it directly at my head. "I think someone needs to learn their place and say they're sorry," he says in that same creepy monotone voice. 

"YOU STUPID BITCH," he screams towards me. "I'M FUCKING TALKING TO YOU Y/N," he yells, tapping the gun repeatedly on to my head. 

I start crying immediately and I can't seem to make my mouth move. My entire life is flashing before me and all I can keep thinking about is "I can't believe this is how I'm going to die."  

I can hear JJ saying my name and he pulls me out of my spiraling thoughts but only long enough to hear that crazy coked out kook screaming again. "SHUT UP AND STOP TALKING TO HER," he yells at JJ. 

"No problem man, sorry about that," he says and slowly walks towards him. The kook is pacing in small circles and waving the gun around and all I can do is watch in horror. 

"Yeah she can definitely be a bitch sometimes," JJ chuckles, trying to defuse the situation. He winks at me and nods his head, making a full circle around the kook. JJ is standing in front of me now and immediately, I feel so much better. Even though I've never been so scared in my life, I almost feel safe now. Almost. 

The kook continues to pace back and forth as he and JJ talk about what a bitch I can be, laughing and making fun of me. Their words hurt but they seemed to calm the kook down. A few minutes later he plopped down in the sand and sighed loudly, dropping his gun next to him. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath, starting at the sand. JJ looked at me and to the gun and I nodded as he immediately springs into action, knocking the kook backwards while I quick grabbed the gun and threw it into the water. JJ was on top of him, punching him over and over again, him now the one screaming. "IF YOU EVER COME AROUND HERE AGAIN! IF YOU EVER FUCKING LAY A HAND ON THAT PRECIOUS BODY! I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL KILL YOU! DON'T FOR A SECOND THINK I WON'T. I SHOULD KILL YOU RIGHT NOW YOU ASSHOLE FOR PUTTING HER THROUGH THAT! FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH THAT! FOR TRYING TO TAKE THE BEST THING I HAVE IN MY LIFE AWAY FROM ME! TRY THAT AGAIN AND I GUARANTEE YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE," he says punching him one last time, knocking him out cold. He was still alive but barely breathing. JJ saw the horror on my face and finally gets up off of him and rushes to my side. "Y/n! Are you ok? Are you hurt? Talk to me, please! Are you ok?," he begs me to answer him. I'm just kneeling in the sand beside this whole bloody scene and thinking about what just happened and I can't seem to talk or move. "Y/n? JJ gently shakes my shoulder and smooths out my hair. Y/N? He says a little louder, trying to get my attention," this time succeeding. 

I let out a broken shriek and lunge into his arms, so happy to be comforted by the man kneeling before me. "J.. I...," I sob, tears streaming down my face. "I thought I was going to die," I say hysterically. "I thought we were going to die." 

"I know darlin', I know" he coos into my ear as I continue to cry. "You know I'd never let that happen, y/n. You're safe with me, always," he says softly, stroking my hair and still hugging me tight. 

"Oh my God," I start to say through my sobs. "And you... you stepped right in front of me...," you try to finish your thought but can't get out the words.  

"I told you y/n, you're safe with me. I will never let anything bad happen to you," he says in a reassuringly soft voice. "I will always protect you." 

I nuzzle into his chest and move further into his lap and cling to him for dear life. I never wanna let him go and even though I'm still shaken, I feel truly safe now. With him. Just like this. 

"Now probably isn't the right time to tell you this," he says into the top of my head. He leans back a little and pushes me away slightly so I can look at him. 

"Y/n?," he says, gently brushing his hand over my cheek and resting it there. "I'm in love with you," he says shakily. 

My eyes go wide and I just stare at him as he leans his forehead against mine, sighing. "I've felt this way for so long y/n. Please? Say something? I thought I was going to lose you tonight. I can't stand to keep this from you another second. I'm sorry if this seems weird or out of the blue but I think I've honestly been in love with you since the moment I met you, I just didn't realize it until we were older. And then after everything that just happened, I know in my heart I had to tell you as soon as possible how I-," his words suddenly cut off and he's completely taken aback. 

I can't stop myself from crashing my lips onto his and finally getting to kiss my best friend. I have been waiting for him to say something and act on his feelings for years. It just figures that a near death experience is what would finally give him the push he needed to finally tell me how he feels. I pull away and let him cup my face again, his grin giving me butterflies throughout my entire body. "So does that mean....," he starts to say before I cut him off again. 

"I love you, too J. I've been waiting for you to say something for so long," I say to him, putting my head on his shoulder and hugging him again. 

"So you knew?," he asks me seriously. 

"I had a pretty good idea," I say leaning back up and facing him. 

"Why didn't you say anything?," he groans, throwing his head back and running his hand through his hair, chuckling. 

"Well...," I ponder aloud. "I just figured that you weren't ready for me to know yet and that you'd tell me once you were," I shrugged. "I didn't want to force your hand and try to start something you weren't ready for or sure about," I say genuinely. 

"I've always been sure, y/n. I guess I was just scared how you'd react...I didn't want ruin our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of you rejecting me and not having you in my life so I guess I just took the safe route all this time," he says sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders. 

"Well there's no turning back now, Maybank," I  smile at him. 

"All in?," he asks, cocking his brow at me. 

"All in," I agree nodding my head and grinning. 

He leans in to kiss me and the feeling of his lips against mine almost make me forget the events of tonight until we start to hear a rustling in the sand besides us. 

"Shit y/n! We better get out of here before that lunatic wakes up," JJ says helping me to my feet. He grabs my hand in his and we start to run towards the car. Never in all my life have I ever been in such a scary situation but at the same time, never in my life have I felt so safe and settled. Once we get to the car, he opens the door for me and asks me once again if I'm sure I'm alright. I say yes and he reluctantly takes my word for it and closes my door. He quickly runs around the back of the car and hops in, peeling out as fast as he can. "Where to, y/n?," he asks me. 

"Can I spend the night with you J?, I ask quietly. "I'm a little scared to go home to an empty house. Just for tonight?," I plead. 

"You can spend every night with me y/n," he says, taking my hand in his.  "Scared or not," he says bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it sweetly. 

I smile happily to myself and tell him that sounds perfect, snuggling up into his side, still holding his hand, as he drives us home.

"Thank you," I say to him quietly. "For everything." 

"I'm just glad you're ok," he says, sighing as we turn onto his street. 

We pull up to his empty house and sit in comfortable but heavy silence for a minute, digesting everything that's happened tonight. 

"All in?," he asks me once again, staring straight forward out the windshield. 

I smile at him and lift my head off his shoulder, turning so I can see his face. He turns towards me slightly and l lean my head on to his gently. 

"All in," I repeat, smiling. 

He slowly places his lips on mine, brushing my cheek with his thumb and sighs contently into the kiss. "You have no idea how long I've waited to do that y/n," he says pulling away and staring into my eyes. I blush at his love filled gaze and smile sweetly, his words instantly bringing back all those butterflies. 

"And you have no idea how long I'VE been waiting for you to do that," I giggle, looking longingly from his beautiful eyes to his luscious lips. 

"Oh yeah," he questions flirtatiously, running his free hand through his hair. "Wanna know what else I've been waiting to do with you all this time," he smirks, wiggling his eyebrow at me. 

"I thought you'd never ask," I say laughing as he rushes to get out of the car and runs to my door to open it for me. 

He holds out his hand and helps me step out of the car and closes the door. Still holding my hand m, he leads me towards the door but stops just short of opening it. 

"I'm really glad you're ok, y/n... I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you," he says to the ground before turning around to face me. 

"And I'm really glad you're ok, J. The way you just leapt into action and stayed so calm. That was really smart thinking. You were so brave, that could have ended so badly for both of us. I don't know what I would have done either if something bad happened to you," I say and start to tear up again. 

"Hey now, don't cry y/n," he says brushing the tears from my eyes. "We're both safe and sound, nothing to worry about now," he says hugging me. 

"Now!," he says, sternly but silly, poking my side trying to make me smile. "TO THE LOVEMAKING," he playfully yells and hoists me over his shoulder. I giggle and roll my eyes as he quickly lets us into the house and runs us both up the stairs to his room, throwing me onto the bed and smiling at me like a love sick fool.  

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it! Let me know if you want a part 2! 💚

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[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 7

word count: 1040

warning: underage drinking

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

January 21, 1988

Dear Will,

It’s been a few weeks since the blow-up on my dad. It’s been eating away at me. I said it with obvious sarcasm, but what if my dad actually thought it was true? Like, he wouldn’t be wrong, but I don’t want him to know. It’s scary, thinking about what he could do to me. I’ve heard about those camps where they try and change you. They always leave there more traumatized than when they were initially sent in. But enough doom and gloom for one letter.

I just got home from the basketball game, and we’re all going to a party in about an hour. Our first high school party. Lucas got invited by the team, and then he invited us. I’m still debating whether or not this is a good idea. You know, with the whole Upside Down trauma thing. We all have our own problems to deal with, but I remember specifically that you have really bad claustrophobia, and I just think going to a crowded party might trigger it. But that’s just me and my overthinking. And yeah, I know what you’re going to say, ‘Mike, I’m fine, don’t worry about me,’ but are you really? Are you really fine? Because that’s one thing that’s really bothered me since everything ended. You’re still obviously dealing with some shit, and I don’t blame you at all. You should be suffering.

That came out so fucking wrong, I didn’t mean that at all. You deserve every good thing this fucked up world has to offer, and you should never have to suffer ever again. I just mean that considering everything, it would be a huge shock to me if you were just able to recover with the blink of an eye. So when you tell me you’re fine, I’m sorry. I don’t believe you. I love you, and I want you to trust me enough to be able to open up to me and tell me what’s on your mind. And you know I’ll listen all day if it comes down to that. It doesn’t even matter what you’re even saying, I just love hearing the sound of your voice. Jesus Christ, everything is coming out wrong. No pun intended. Everything you say matters to me, but that’s probably already implied by the “I love you,” so I’m just gonna stop rambling on and on about this.

You’re coming over in a few minutes, ahead of everyone else. I love how we’ve always made plans like this, with you arriving earlier so it’s just the two of us. It makes me feel wanted. Even though you don’t actually want me. Not in the way I want you. Anyway, before I get all mopey and pathetic– Lucas insisted upon all of us “pregaming,” whatever the hell that means. I don’t know. Maybe this party could be a blessing in disguise. It could represent things finally going back to normal for us. I really hope so. You– we all– deserve this.

—

It’s currently 2:30 in the morning, and you’re passed out on my bed like a fucking starfish. Before the Party came over, you told me you didn’t want to drink, for pretty obvious reasons. And I really respected that, Will, you know? I respected your self control and your aversion to ending up like Lonnie. I even told you I’d stay sober in solidarity with you. So we didn’t pregame like the rest of our friends– yeah, now I know what pregaming is. Basically getting drunk before going full-on blackout at the actual event.

Which was why I was shocked to see you stumbling over to me like you’d been drinking since 3pm. You called out my name, and I barely had any time to register what was happening before you slung your arms over my shoulders and jumped on top of me, knocking me over onto the couch behind me. The landing kind of hurt, since throwing all your weight on me caught me off guard. And I’m not even going to try to confront the way you shoved your entire face onto mine, your lips narrowly missing my mouth. That was obviously just a mistake, probably just you being drunk and lacking coordination or something. But the way you looked at me, Will… I had to remind myself on a loop that you were drunk.

I asked you how much you’d had to drink, and you told me “Uh, like, five shots of vodka.” And I know you have free will (again, no pun intended) to do whatever you damn well please, but I just felt kind of blindsided. Because you told me you didn’t want to drink tonight. But then I asked you what changed your mind. You said that you just did the shots because everyone around you was telling you to, but to not make a big deal out of it, because even though you didn’t want to drink, you were still having a good time. So I left it alone.

But it got me thinking. For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve been so incredibly selfless. You’d do anything to make people happy. But sometimes you do it at your own expense. You did it during 1985 when we ignored you all summer and then swept it all under the rug when you left for California. You did it with me when I said that horrible thing, and not even 24 hours later, you told me it was fine. And you did it with the painting when you were silently sobbing next to me in the van. I still want to talk to you about that one. I just don’t know how to bring it up without scaring you away. It just hurts to see you do things that clearly make you unhappy. You shouldn’t do that. You deserve so much better.

Anyway, I turned you onto your side so you don’t choke and die. I just hope you don’t beat yourself up in the morning. But I know you will, Will. Okay, I swear that was the last pun. I’m gonna go now and try to scooch myself between you and the wall.

Love,

Mike

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[averagewriter-inthedark]

How they react to you getting hurt 🥲 | IB headcanon

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Requested 📨 yes/no

Content warnings: injury, blood, war, profanity, light angst.

Being part of the Basterds & getting injured would look like:

Getting injured was not something you planned, but in war it is bound to happen eventually. It could happen when y’all were ambushed, on recon, or something simple as moving place to place.

Whether it be a small graze, a split lip, or a possible fatal wound the Basterds are losing their mind. It would be utter chaos in the tent with Wicki having to kick them all out, besides Alsdo, so he could work with a clear mind. If it was a small injury that could be fixed with some bandages and alcohol then he’d be like “you lot are so dramatic. Just calm down they’re going to be fine.” But if it was serious then the last thing the man needed was panic around him, “if you all can’t shut the fuck up then get out! I need to concentrate before they bleed out!” Wicki cared deeply for you and felt responsible. He’d be dammed if you died on his watch.

Aldo would remain calm but internally was on high alert. You were one if the best Basterds and quite literally the glue that kept them together. In a shitshow of a world you still managed to smile, brining a level of hope and optimism to the squad. Seeing you in pain pulled at his heartstrings. Best believe he would stop at nothing to avenge you if worst comes to worst.

Donny would be in the same boat as Aldo, but would be more visibly anxious and pacing back and forth until he got an update. Like Aldo he’d set the world on fire to avenge you if you died. Donny is the bastard who’d try to make you laugh when you’re recovering which would only make the pain worse. “Oh sorry, I forgot you’re hurting there.”

Hugo is scary. Bottom line he is not talking, he is barely moving. It would not be until he knew you’d be okay that he would visibly relax. If the person who hurt you was still breathing Hugo would be silently plotting. The bastard would be the type to sneak out of camp and track the person himself. God forbid you died because you were the one thing keeping him grounded (platonically) so if he lost you….well pray for those who come in his way.

The younger basterds are losing their minds. Scared shirtless the only thing their minds go to is the worst. Smitty is holding back tears, Omar is biting his nails. They’d be camping outside the tent to hear what was going on and would fall on their asses when Aldo or Wicki were to suddenly come out. “Are they gonna be okay!?” They shout simultaneously, anxious at the sight of blood on Wicki. When the older man lit a cigarette and mumbled, “They’re gonna be fine. They just need to rest,” they all dropped to the floor in relief.

It would pain the basterds to have to send you home if the injury you sustained put you out of the line of duty. This wold be if you lost a limb or were in need of more medical attention than they could offer, such as losing your sight or part of your hearing. Aldo would be the one to escort you to allied territory to hand you over, the ride solemn and silent. “I’m sorry, boss,” you softly said., “I’m sorry I let you down.” “Kid, you’re alive. That’s all that matters and don’t you fuckin’ forget it. I���d rather be takin’ ya back breathin’ than in a casket.”

If your injury was not fatal and a quick fix, expect a small lecture from Aldo. He wouldn’t be upset with you per say, but just angry that it happened. Again, you are someone he cares about. All the Basterds do. So when shit like that happens it scares them and never did they wanna deal with having to bury someone they cared about. He would, however, scold you if the reason you got hurt was because you did something stupid or went against his orders. “L/n, I will warn you this one time. You pull that shit again and I’ll have your ass on the next truck back to base. Understood?”

At the end of the day the boys are just happy you’re okay. It was a close call but thankfully you survived and Wicki was the one with the brains to help you recover. They may have shit their pants and nearly went into cardiac arrest, but the basterds wouldn’t be losing their sunshine anytime soon.

#inglorious basterds #inglourious basterds headcanons #inglorious basterds imagine #inglorious basterds x reader #aldo raine x reader #aldo raine headcanon #donny donowitz imagine #donny donowitz x reader #donny donowitz #Donny donowitz headcanon #wilhelm wicki headcanon #wilhelm wicki imagine #wilhelm wicki #wilhelm wicki x reader #hugo stiglitz imagine #hugo stiglitz #Hugo Stiglitz headcanon #smithson utivich

[timaeusterrored]

(Peek-A- ‘Boo’)

((Thank you @kharonion for the adorable name))

October 30th, 11:30pm

“I wanna watch something scary.”

“We are in a hospital, Vince.”

“…And?”

Vincent pouted as his normally down for anything husband said no to his request. Though their other half was already flipping through the TV, smiling when Kerry groaned.

“I don’t want our child to know we were waiting for her while watching Halloween! Feels fucked up.”

“It’s not gonna be fucked up if she’s a Halloween baby. Which is what I’m totally hoping for because it’ll match her blanket.” Vincent rubbed his belly, making his husband eye him suspiciously. Vincent grinned.

“Don’t hold our child in for her to be born on Halloween! It’ll still count if she pops out today!” Kerry rubbed his face, then groaned when the intro to Halloween started followed by laughter from Johnny.

“I can’t stand either of you.”

Jamie May Linder-Eurodyne was born on October 31st at 6:13am. Vincent did not ‘hold her in’ because she didn’t want to come out- like father like daughter I suppose.

There was no mistaking she was Johnny’s kid, with gorgeous dark eyes and his nose, and as pale as he was, Vincent was shocked she didn’t come with tattoos and wouldn’t be surprised if her first word was fuck.

But she was gorgeous, and she was a halloween baby much to Vincent’s delight. And she was so little.

Once Vincent was settled and finally able to eat, they turned on the ‘Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown’ instead as to not traumatize their baby on her first few hours, though they did get some chuckles out of their doctor about the whole horror movie thing. And he did say he didn’t expect them to NOT watch a horror movie today!

Auntie Judy came in clutch with some spooky sushi, and uncle River came with some candy so the three didn’t miss out… but Johnny paid them no mind. In fact, he wasn’t even in the room.

He stood outside the nursery, frowning at the glass put between him and his baby. He had done the same with Ted, he hated being separated from them. But this hurt for some reason, and maybe it was because this was his flesh and blood. This poor baby girl had the Linder blood in her, and Johnny would make damn sure she wasn’t treated the way he was about it. Because she was also part Vincent, mellow and sarcastic Vincent that only hurt flies in self defense. Who made her and Ted baby blankets during his pregnancy. There was a possibility of her being gentle…

Johnny didn’t hear the foot steps behind him until an arm slipped around his waist. He wrapped his arm around Kerry as they both watched the sleeping baby.

“Hate this part… why can’t they just stay in our room?”

“So they can make sure she’s okay… that she’s healthy. And to let Vince recover from pushing that out of him.” Kerry pointed out, rubbing his eyes.

Neither would ever understand or take credit for what Vincent has pulled off twice now, but damn it was exhausting and they didn’t eat until he did because it just felt cruel.

“Guadalupe brought some chili if you want, made just how you like it.” That did sound really good.

“Yeah… alright. I’m fuckin’ starving…” Johnny finally peeled his eyes away from his baby and let himself be lead back to their room, where their family and friends sat around Vincent with food and praise. They gave Kerry and Johnny hugs and congratulations, Mama Welles quick to shove a bowl of chili into Johnny’s hands so he could finally eat.

He ate quietly as his family talked around him, these people were his family whether he liked it or not. He noted Vik wasn’t here and had probably taken the Ted shift since it was too early for the four year old to be awake, and also this was a new territory for all of them. Siblings.

They’d get through it, they always did.

#I’m sick and wanted some softness #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #cyberpunk kerry #kerry #Johnny Silverhand #cyberpunk Johnny #cyberpunk v #male v #male v cyberpunk #Vincent Welles #2023 Vincent #seahorse dad Vincent #silvervdyne #silverv #silverdyne #kerry x v #kerry eurodyne x v #johnny x v #johnny silverhand x v #kerry x male v #kerry x johnny #Johnny x Kerry

[lena-scribbles]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs! ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴsᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

A/N: As requested by @positivitylane112 here's jealous Eddie! I...uh, it came out as a whole different thing (mix of a short story and HC's) and I'm not- sure if I like it myself so... Um, hope you like it...😵‍💫

Oh, and if you'd like to you could visit my Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Lena_scribbles

Anyway, drink water, love ya, sugar! 💖✨

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Jealous Eddie is a clingy Eddie. What, did you expect him to just accept the fact that now you talk with some shit-head more than with him? You have a great sense of humor there, sweetie...

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He's not gonna leave you alone- well, only when you go to the bathroom. Every break he spends keeping eye on you, just around the corner. But outside school?... It's only worse. You go to buy some groceries? How unexpecting, he's here too! Sooo... How about you two talk about that one "friend" of yours and how it looks like they're trying to take his place?

Not now...?

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Alright, okay. It's alright. You two are still friends, you can talk whenever you would like to.

Have you decided to go to the nearest park? Expect him to be few meters away, just sitting casually while you shift uncomfortably in place wondering why do you feel these goosebumps all of a sudden.

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In cases like you walking home when its already dark he's insecure. Really insecure. Wait, don't tell him you don't even have anything you could defend yourself with when there could be creepy weirdos waiting in the dark. It's like saying "I'm all alone- please kill me!". But thanks to you, now he's got an argument as to why he follows you at night. If something were to happen, he could help!

If something happens he's kind of frightened at first, but quickly reminds himself that he promised not to run away from trouble. Especially when you were in that trouble.

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Sooo... He's your hero now, right? You're gonna forget about that fake excuse of a friend, and be with him only, right? He saved you, even though he was frightened himself, he helped! You ARE grateful, aren't you?

... "Thank you"...? That's all? What about "You are the best, Eddie. I could never replace you"? And "I love you so so much, please be mine"??... Maybe you just needed time to calm down. It WAS a scary situation after all. It's okay, take as much time as you need, he'll gladly wait til you recover and come to your senses, running straight into his arms.

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But if nothing happens and you safely get to your place he's more than relieved. Actually, he's so happy that in a mere minute, you can hear loud and clear knocking. Just when you opened your front door did Eddie felt embarassed. It's pretty late, and he's just standing here, not knowing what to do nor say himself.

"Uh... Hii Y/N??" He says. "Hi, um, what are you doing here Eddie? Do you need something?"

Fuck. You got him. Think, think, think...!

"Sorry to disturb you at this hour but... Would you like to play instead of Dustin? I-I mean he's sick and you know... And we have uh... We don't have a player in his place..." He said while toying with his fingers. "Oh, I'm sorry Eddie. I don't think I'm good at this game. Really, sorry..." You shifted your gaze down, finding weird interest in something in his pocket.

Eddie sweated a little, nervous as to what were you looking at. Did his penknife was sticking out...?

"You sure? Um, it- it's alright, heheh, so uhh... I've gotta go now, um... Have a good night?" He responded timidly. "...bye." with that your short conversation ended. His hands wandered straight to his pocket, trying to find the source of your interest. Nothing beside a small, dark bottle was here. What the hell were you looking at...?

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It wasn't long until Eddie found a perfect place to observe you from and hopong to add something new in his notes about what you do.

Nothing interesting... Supper, tv, bathroom, bed... Wait... Who are you talking with?... You're giggling?? Okay, calm down Eddie, maybe it's just her parents or something... "Stop it, F/N. You're making me blush."

Alright, what the fuck. He was taking so much time and effort in keeping you safe, happy... and you still decided to talk with that... That fake-ass-so-called "friend" of yours. They had nothing that he could give you. Were you really just slowly replacing him?... No. He's not gonna let you. Not so easily.

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Next days in school were a constant attention from Eddie, with him walking beside you, holding you by putting his arm around your schoulder or just simply keeping your eyes away from everything that might get you an excuse as to why you have to go somewhere so suddenly.

Don't be surprised when he starts asking you if you want to hang out with him. Don't get me wrong, he's not gonna end on only one question when you say "no". You're gonna hear that question at least 17 times a day until you finally say "Okay, okay, just stop".

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Even tho you two were practically inseparable, he still felt that weird tingling on his neck. Like he still didn't have that final puzzle...

"Hey..." He asked. "Yeah?" "You're not gonna talk with that "friend" of yours anymore, right?" Eddie looked at you expecting response right away.

But that didn't happen.

You looked at his sitting- not even an nich away from you- form. Your stares locked in an uncomfortable silence. He repeated, slower than before "Right?".

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"Eddie, honestly, what the fuck?" That was... Unexpected? "What do you mean, Y/N?" Shifting in place, he turned to you fully. You rolled your eyes a little, huffed quietly and said "You're acting weird. Like you're...jealous?"

Eddie looked at you dumbfounded. Coming back to his senses he asked "Me? Jealous?" chuckling he continued "I'm not-". You grabbed his schoulder, pushing it a little "Get a hold of yourself. You think I didn't notice? Eddie, don't hate me for this but I'm slowly moving on, we're not kids anymore."

...what? No, no, no, no. You're... Moving on? Moving on from what? From him?... It was because of F/N, right?

"... Is it because of F/N?" You responded immadietly "No, it's-" "Please, enlighten me, in what case are they better than me? You're acting as if you take them for a role model!" He questioned in a raised tone. "They're not better!" You sighted softly- "Eddie, listen. F/N didn't say a word about me moving on from you, in fact, they-" "Oh, so you're listening to them now, huh?" He said pretentiously, grabbing both of your schoulders- "What, are you guys dating or something? Should I prepare to be your bridesmaid?" His words made your blood boil more and more with every second- "So what if I do, huh?!" He stood up quickly and pushed you back, making you flinch "Ouch-!". "I was there when you needed help, I was the shoulder you could cry on, it was me who kept you happy, and safe and... And I'm the one who deserves something in return!" You could see the little tears that formed in his eyes. "Eddie..."

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#yandere x reader #stranger things #eddie munson #yandere eddie munson #x reader #eddie munson x reader #yandere stranger things

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change

In a perfect world, all it takes to make things right with Lopmon is a punch to the face and a sincere apology. In a perfect world, if the timing's just right, the worst can be avoided. In a perfect world, it's easy to make amends. But this is not a perfect world, and Shuuji has to take the good with the bad if he and Lopmon are going to come out of this mess stronger.

Chapter One: Clouds on the Horizon Shuuji's trying his best to recuperate from what happened in the waterway, but it's difficult to recover when Ryo's determined to commit a misdemeanor

ao3 link in source, extended end-of-chapter author's notes below cut!

chapter 1 of this behemoth of a fic ive been working on is finally out!!! it's taken me just over a month to get the whole thing done, and im really excited to be posting it. i hope my formatting is okay - i dont have a beta reader, so im stuck relying on my own perspective. it's not a big deal now, but as the rest of the fic is published, i can see myself getting a little worried about structure and pacing.

the driving force of this fic was my dissatisfaction with the tonal dissonance that part 6 has during truthful route. in every other route, it works GREAT. but because nothing bad really happened in truthful save for some ooh ahh scary fog, the kids' fearful reactions seem totally exaggerated, and it's such a shame! so one of the main ideas behind this fic is figuring out what would have to happen in part 5 truthful that could make all the mistrust and paranoia in part 6 actually feel warranted.

if you've read the chapter, you know what my answer is! i won't elaborate on it now, but when i post chapter 2 next week, you know i am absolutely not going to shut the fuck up about it.

the other driving force behind this fic is actually two small things rolled into one.

first: there's an easily missable conversation between ryo and shuuji during part 6 if you click around in the shopping district. it's so silly. i love it. i didn't see it during my first play of truthful, so when i found it during my current one, i damn near fell out of my chair when i clicked on the ice cream cooler. fuckin got jumpscared by ryo and shuuji's portrats popping up like a pair of bowling pins out of nowhere.

second: ryo and shuuji just don't show up at ALL during the fight against garurumon. like i know the reason they don't is because the game dev situation was probably quite dire and they had to cut stuff in order to make deadlines. it kinda sucks, but i imagine it was totally out of their control. im sure if they had the time and resources they wanted, there wouldve been an alternate version of this fight where shuuji and ryo are included, but im actually not super bothered by it because it means i get to ask the question "so what were they doing instead???" well, if you take the stupid ice cream cooler conversation into account, it implies that the reason that shuuji and ryo miss SUCH A MAJOR FIGHT is because they're too busy having their stupid competition. Unbelievable. but that's actually quite convenient for me, because that's the exact window of time where half the segments of this fic take place.

anyway, that's gonna do it for chapter 1 notes! thank you for reading this far, and i'll be back with chapter 2 next week!

#digimon survive #digisurvive #digimon #shuuji kayama #kayama shuuji #ryo tominaga #tominaga ryo #kunemon

[shellxrls]

okay so basically for context it was this girls birthday and she threw a massive party at the boneyard, kooks, pogues, everyone was there.

I was with rafe btw. so anyways we went, arrived at about 8pm and everyone was already fucking shit up. topper was pretty drunk already, keep this in mind.

so everything goes pretty smoothly and it’s a pretty good party all in all, apart from a few little scraps everyone is happy.

it’s about 1 - 1:30 when most of our group is packing up, but none of us can find topper, we were all looking for him but we just assumed he’d gone home by himself. brushed the matter off.

Becky’s house was being redone so she was staying at tannyhill with us. So we all went to bed and that was a night.

UNTIL!!!!!

we hear a car basically crashing into the driveway, Rafe went to look out the window and it was toppers, so we were all a bit confused.

we all went down to go see and topper was in the kitchen, and when I tell you he was completely shit faced. he was so fucked up it was unbelievable okay like his eyes were barely open.

so he comes over, mistakes me for Sarah (for context this guy is still so hung up on her it’s stupid) tried to grab my ass and kiss me.

Rafe had none of it though, literally did not give this man a second chance and immediately pushed him.

topper falls back cause he’s literally blacking out at this point. And that’s that for the night. we got him to drink some water while he was half asleep then we just left him passed out on the couch.

the next morning he was gone. we all went to the country club for breakfast (they have the best hangover food in being so serious).

and Sarah’s there, me and Becky went to talk to her cause she is nice. and basically here’s what went down.

turns out topper had heard John b saying “I love you” to her at the party, and gone absolutely ballistic.

he’d got out of tannyhill at ridiculous o’clock in the morning, and showed up and the chateau. blatantly tried to STAB JOHN B IN HIS SLEEP.

lucky his aim was off so he just hit the mattress but oh my fucking god.

jj went crazy on him, pulled the gun but didn’t use it. Topper got arrested but his bail was paid and he showed up at the country club next week.

he seemed so wasted though like… Rafe didn’t even want me going up to him. him and kelce talked to him though and apparently he thought all of his actions were justified.

of course he got out of any big charges cause it’s him.

oh and he tried to hit wheezie when she asked him about it so he’s banned from tannyhill on rafes orders.

I’m actually shook I swear. probs gonna script that didn’t happen next time I shift cause that was intense idk if I wanna go back to it.

- rafe shifter

OH MY FUCKING GOD ?? TOPPER ?? this is insane when i tell u my mouth was wide fucking open, jaw dropped the entire time wtf !!

FIRST OF ALL HE DROVE A CAR INTO THE DRIVEWAY AND GRABBED UR ASS?? mans is a borderline alcoholic what is going on here cuz how did he get that shitfaced..

rafes reactions was valid icl cuz even if he was drunk as shit he still shouldn’t be touching up on someone else girl. AND I HOPE UR OKAY ! i’d be grossed out if some drunk guy (even if it was someone i knew) started grabbing at me 😐.

HE TRIES TO FUCKING STAB JOHN B ??? nah what the FUCK topper needs to actually die. that’s crazy as fuck and it must’ve been so scary for u and just everyone tbh ??

somehow out of all of this the wheezie thing seems the most horrible cuz she’s a CHILD ?? what the fuck is wrong w topper ?? can’t believe he wasn’t charged harshly and if i were in that situation i’d just cut him off completely.

tbh i’ve always thought topper had a much darker side to him (esp when he tried to burn down the chateau) and i feel so bad that you had to go through all of that. i’d say script it out if you want to cuz that seems like such a heavy experience, i don’t think anyone in ur dr wld be able to recover from it at least for a while.

i hope you’re okay as well <3 !

#asks.ᐟ ⋆｡˚𖦹 #;rafe shifter #;chatting

[friendly-neighbourhood-spiderm4n]

Just watched a scary movie…gonna need some fluff. Could you do a short story of the reader (the one I’ve usually asked for) coming on a surprise visit to Wills school (before spring break) only to see him being picked on (obviously not cause he’s gay!) but because they think he’s making the m/n up and he gets so mad that he beats them up! His horns start to come out and his teeth while Will is trying so hard to make him stop. Eventually he does after Will cups his face and calms him down 🥰

A/N - Heck Yes! The idea of this fun, and it’s also probably gonna be a bit violent. (Very sorry for how long this took)

It was a week until Winter break, both you and Will had planned to spend the full time together. Probably plan a few double dates, maybe even triple dates with Mike and El, Johnathan and Nancy.

But being the romantic you self proclaim, you decided to visit Will a week in advance, hoping to surprise him.

You hoped it would work this time, he usually found out anyway, you were terrible at keeping secrets.

The plan was simple.

Have Eddie answer the phone 1 day before your flight and have him say that you had caught a terrible cold so bad, you had lost your voice. Why, Eddie? Cause he was your brother, so it only made sense.

You had Dustin and Mike go over your plan, they helped a lot.

All you had to do was get on that plane, and get to Cali. Which fucking worked. You got to the Byers house and greeted Joyce who was surprised but happy to see you.

You put all your stuff in his room, placing the bags and all your other necessities in it’s usual area, before running back out the house, waving goodbye to Joyce.

It was about a 10 minute run, considering you upped your speed. When you reached Will’s school, your very happy and excited mood changed drastically.

Will seemed to be being yelled, while simultaneously being shoved back and forth between 3 guys. He was bleeding, his cheek bone seemed busted and his lip was broken.

You walked closer, stopping before they could see you. Shocked us an understatement to how you were feeling. Anger too.

“I swear, I’m not lying! My boyfriend does live in another sta- ah!” One of the 3 stooges grabbed his arm and yanked while another kicked his legs out from under him.

“Mother fuckers! Get away from him!” Before Will could recover, you had tackled the one still had a grip on him from pulling his arm.

The back of his head slammed into the concrete with an audible crack. It felt as though you were in a haze. They only thing that your brain was able to register was that Will was being attacked.

The other two grabbed at your arms, and tried to pull you off their critically injured friend.

You pulled your arms in towards you, causing the two to bang their heads on the other. You then forcefully shoved your arms backwards, sending the pricks flying at least 4 feet.

You rammed your fists into the unconscious boys head, blood spluttering from his face and covering your shirt.

Will kept calling your name, only for his pleas to fall on death ears. He noticed that your horns had started to protrude from your head and that your skins was differing in colour.

He stood up quickly, running over to you. He wrapped his arms around our middle, trying his hardest to pull you from the limp body.

“Y/N! Calm down! Your fucking scaring me!” Your movements ceased, staring down at the bloody male.

“You okay Will?” Your voice was small, scared even.

“Let’s go Y/N. I don’t want you to get in trouble, or arrested.” Will let go of your torso and instead grabbed your forearm, tugging lightly.

You stood up, Will grabbed his back and you both just walked to his house, in ear piercing silence.

It started to snow as you got to his block. You didn’t really mind, you were to scared of what Will would do.

Would he want to break up? What if he said he was scared of you? What if he told Eddie? Or his siblings?

You hadn’t realised you were sitting on his bed in his room, you didn’t have a shirt on and Will was cleaning the blood off your face.

“Will, I’m… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have attacked those guys, especially in front of you. It was wrong, and probably really stupid too. I got so angry though and I’m sorry.” Will lifted your face so your eyes would meet his.

“Calm down, y/n, I know you were defending me. I also know you got so angry, that your skin turned a different colour and your horns started to show. You’re lucky all three were unconscious and I was the only other person there.”

“I know, I’m sorry Will.”

“I know, I know. Are you okay, y/n/n? Your hands must be sore.”

“They sting a little, but I guess I’m okay. Why- why were those guys pushing you around, though?”

“I told them about you, cause El brought you up. She asked when you’d come around again. This girl, Angela overheard and asked, so I told her and she didn’t believe me. She kind of told the whole school and that’s why those three guys were pushing me around.”

“You want me to beat her up? Or no more violence?”

“No more violence.” Will held your hands, still in the process of cleaning them off. “Let’s get you cleaned up, we’ll eat, and then cuddle the rest of the day.”

“Okay Will.” You gave him a fond smile, your cheeks glowing with warmth.

“Go to the bathroom and have a shower, I’ll get you clothes and a towel.”

“Cuddles.” You groaned, making granny hands at Will, who was seated at his desk, eating his food.

“When I finish eating, we can cuddle and I’ll give all the kisses you want, but let me eat please.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms and scrunched your nose.

“Grumpy dork.” Will laughed.

Unwilling, you smiled, avoiding looking at him, not wanting to admit he was right.

“Cmon, we can cuddle on the couch and watch some Carebears.”

You immediately jumped of the bed, running towards his bedroom door. You bounced lightly on the heel of you foot waiting for him to stand up.

“I knew you liked Carebears, but not this much.” He laughed, grabbing his plate of food and walking towards the lounge room.

“I love them, but I also love cuddles.” You followed him very close behind, barely missing his heels with your feet.

“I swear, you’re like a cat and a dog being housed in the same body.”

“Okay, but, to be fair, I’m your favourite cat dog, person.”

“That you are y/n/n.”

Will placed his food on the coffee table, waving hi to his mom. Mrs. Byers already knew what happened. It’s not like you could’ve hidden all the blood from her.

Luckily she understood, surprisingly, and continued with work. “Lay down, your to big to lay on me.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, falling backwards into the couch and shuffling to get comfortable. Will climbed and straddled you stomach, before lying down and pressing the right side of his face into your chest.

“Your butts sticking up.”

“Cuddle, and watch Carebears. Don’t need to look at my butt.”

“Sorry.” You placed your arms on his back, effortlessly pulling him closer to you.

“It’s fine Grumpy cat.”

<3

#if you don’t like Carebears #i don’t trust you #stranger things #will Byers #will byers x reader #will byers x male reader

[oh-three]

Andor

They would call the episode Rix Road. Not only is that where I bet everything will go down, but the road's been mentioned so much that I'm happy to see it named as a show of how significant it is.

The title theme for this episode speaks doom.

Dedra taking a shuttle to Ferrix and landing beside one of the Rogue One cargo shuttles. Subtle...

Cassian's friends remaining loyal to him even as their planet's fallen so deep beneath Imperial rule...love them. Even Paak's son, I'm curious what he's up to.

"He can't hear me." Oh, Perrin, if only you knew. Fucking Kloris.

Either Vel or Cinta is going to die, I'm calling it. (I'm personally going for Cinta, since we've seen so much of Vel and have been learning about who she is vs Cinta)

Omg, Clem flashback

Rancor dogs????????????????

Shit, I forgot Cassian doesn't know about Bix. He's missed a lot.

NEMIK 😭 Thank you for inspiring Cassian- for giving him hope- even after your death 😭

Ahh, Kloris is spying for Blevin. That makes sense, I was wondering if we'd see him again. He'd seemed to important to be pushed aside by even Dedra.

Rip Kreegyr

Maarva's message 😭

Nothing is funnier to me than Mossk coming back to Ferrix with Syril

Oh, Luthen's come back to. Literally everyone expect for Mon and those related to her situation. But he actually wants Cassian dead. Wow.

Jesus Christ, the people of Ferrix have music talent. This is a funeral worth remembering. It's gonna turn into an uprising though, isn't it?

I knew something was off about that one guy. Helping the ISB dude.

Imagine Cassian wasn't on Ferrix and everyone was there for no reason. Kinda funny, since Dedra brought death troopers.

ISB is gonna lose Cassian because they try to kill him against orders, I just know it.

Bix is coming back to herself, I think.

Oh my god, Maarva, what have you done. Yeah, uprising on the way for sure. She's inspiring them with this one. Damn, that speech.

Called it.

Oh shit, Paak's kid built a bomb. Pretty scary one, too.

Oh hey, stormtroopers.

I have a feeling Ferrix isn't recovering from this one.

How the hell did Bee survive the explosion???

Lmao Cinta stabbing the ISB guy

Way to go, bell tower guy!

Oh my god, Syril saving Dedra. I hate him.

Fuck, Cass is never seeing Bee again, is he 😭

Aww, Bix. ❤ She deserved so much better.

Oh great, Mon actually agreed to it. I knew it was coming, but wow.

The parallel clip of Luthen riding across the badlands of Ferrix vs episode three. Kinda expected Cassian to be waiting for him ngl

"Kill me, or take me in." PERFECT FUCKING ENDING.

So, Narkina Five was helping build the Death Star. Kinda knew it, but it's still chilling to see. And the fact that it's nearly done.

#andor finale #andor spoilers #andor

[bonetrousled]

mayhem undertale au opinion zone

anyway IGNORING all of the aus that are like. this is just sans under 5 layers of au and he’s god and thin and sexy and everyone loves him and his slender fragile frame . bc there’s no aus of those where it’s papyrus being cool and getting all of the attention (w/out either a. sans being present and being cooler and getting more fan attention than him or b. him just being turned into Longer Sans). NONE . anyway

when there’s an au that makes papyrus cool and scary and or powerful and people (the creator or the audience) woobifies him it makes me SO fucking angry. like horrortale 4 example VERY COOL. very frightening papyrus very threatening papyrus etc. guys in a very scary and stressful situation. if he recovers from it it will NOT be peaceful and quiet . YET all of the post ht designs i see for him give him like. frilly little sweaters and big glasses and braces and heslike ^-^ waheehee im gentle now LIKE.... u can have a character recover from trauma without turning him into a Softboy . idk if this is just my Came Out Of Trauma Angrier talking but it just . INFURIATES ME

AND ANOTHER THING. CLENCHING MY FISTS ok. does canon papyrus think everyone can be a good person? yes! however. hes not a dumbass and like. isnt gonna be like “ohhh well i forgive u teehee ^-^ bc you just aren’t a good person yet but we can get there!” papyrus can get ANGRY . like is that a thing ppl forgot abt? like yes hes very welcoming and wants to help others but like. he can still DO THAT while being pissed. i cant stand disbelief type aus where hes like “why..... would you do this to me... but i still have a shred of hope etc etc” HE WOULD KICK YOUR ASS. he would beat the FUCK out of you.

ESPECIALLY considering like. papyrus views himself as very very important to sans’s wellbeing. he doesnt think his brother is Pathetic by any means but he knows that he’s pretty much harmless. he doesn’t do anything to make anyone genuinely upset, everyone loves him, he gets his shit done (eventually) . and genuinely i think if u killed his brother he wouldn’t even have a cool speech or anything he would just start rending u to smithereens. bc harming someone who has ONE attack and ONE health w the INTENT to hurt is just so. UNFATHOMABLE

AND!!!! DEAR GOD AND. i already am not the biggest fan of classic underswap it makes me angry. but i cant STAND the fanbase sexyman “sans but conventionally attractive” swap papyrus i am SORRY. ok i cant stand him. and i am well aware i am throwing bricks through a glass house but like. when someone makes an au papyrus (or fuckin. anyone really) that’s so far removed from any semblance of vision to the original character. JUST MAKE YOUR OWN GUY!!! it’s ok to have a skeleton!!!! u don’t have to call him papyrus! bc i see all these animeheaded malnourished utau characters like “oh this is my sans” THATS NOT SANS. the man is 26 years old and smells like tomato paste thats NOT sans

this went on for a lot longer than i thought anyway. i need to revamp godpyrus bc i deserve to have an AU That’s Just Papyrus And He’s Cool and All Powerful bc everything is right when i do it god bless. if u read all of this i love you

#txt #LONG. long ass post i am so sorry #this doesn;t nmake any sense probably but i have so many feelings

[thatyamiguy-blog]

Big baby Ben (Ben 10)

Ben gulped nervously as he made his way over to Kevin's place. It was a few hours after he'd (once again) saved the world and as such it was time for his reward that his semi kinda maybe Boyfriend always gave him after doing so. of course Kevin was still Gwen's fuck buddy but his cousin didn't mind the two of them going out since as she put it "you get him him all worked up, and I reap the benefit!" and would just laugh and wink at Ben. (which of course ALWAYS made Ben worry that despite what Kevin promised, he was sooo tell Gwen what exactly it was they two of them did!) Kevin's place was a one story affair, with a front yard that had a swing and a slide in it and Ben started to squirm as he made it up to Kevin's front door step, and knocked on the door. Already his special undies that Kevin made him wear alll the time except for when they played were swelling with tinkles and he started to worry he was gonna leak as he waited, some kids going by the front of the house (it was only after 4:40) and giggling, again making Ben paranoid. after what seemed like hours (But had only been 12 seconds) the front door opened and there was Kevin in just a black beater and tight jean shorts that left nothing to the imagination. "There's my widdle hero!" Kevin said in a voice that was actually normal level, but to Ben sounded like he was shouting. "Kevvvvin!" Ben whined and squirmed even more. "heh, somebody must be a soaked little guy. you only get this whiny when your a widdle what Benny boy?" Kevin asked, blocking the entrance to his home and smirking. Cheeks turning red Ben pouted but whimpered out. "A little tinkle pants ..daddy." he said. "Hmm? I'm sorry, I didn't hear that, can you speak up?" Kevin asked, cleaning out a ear with his pinky. It was times like that that Ben hated and loved the fact he'd confessed what a little humiliation junkie he was to Kevin. "I'm a little tinkle pants daddy!" he said louder and his thumb found it's way into his mouth. "Exactly. " Kevin said and gave Benny's forehead a kiss, then let him in. they weren't five steps inside when Kevin turned around and undid Ben's jeans, tugging them down and getting a look at Ben's power ranger's pull up. "oh my! you reallly soaked this one little guy! why didn't you change before coming over?" Kevin asked, on a knee and eye level with the big babies soaked crotch. he also reached forward and cupped the squishy padding and gently squeezed it, making Ben gurgle and coo before he finally recovered enough to answer. "I..I did change daddy.. but den there was a scary dog in a yard and..uh.." "Awww poor widdle Benny. he can handle fighting off a alien invasion but that big mean pit bull makes him go pee pee!" getting up Kevin walked behind Ben who had popped his thumb back in his mouth now, with a trail of drool going down his chin. Ben knew what was coming next and as predicted, Kevin stuck a finger the back of the waist band of his pull up and tugged back, peering inside. "Oh my! you know, I didn't smell anything but sometimes you're not so stinky so I didn't wanna get my hopes up..But amazing Benny! you're not a widdle stinker today! At least, not yet." Kevin praised and let the pull up close as Ben whimpered. "Do you need daddies help stepping out of your silly big boy pants so we can go and get you in your big thick diapies?" Kevin asked,holding out his hands. Ben shut his eyes tight, this was what he'd picked. what he'd begged for when Kevin had told him he'd humor him. begging Kevin to help Ben stay a little virgin diaper boy for life. (of course at the time Ben had meant pussy free, But Kevin took it to the next level and the only hole of Ben's that had ever gotten Kevin's big thick cock was Ben's cute mouth) taking his thumb out of his mouth, with a drool trail following to a degree, Kevin took out a rag from his back pocket and cleaned up ben's drool. "and you thought I was silly for buying all of those drool rags. I know what a drooly little baby the so called biggg hero is." Kevin teased then put his foot on the crotch of the pants and took Ben's hands, helping the silly big baby step out of his jeans and then led him by the hand to the living room. the living room was set up in two half's, one half was for Kevin and his sports watching, beer drinking nights with his friends from work. and the other half was a toddlers paradise with Kevin just saying he had a kid with a ex that got dropped off every now and then. (and loved to tease Ben about the fact all his work buddies wants to meet 'his kid') leading Benny over to a changing mat Kevin helped him sit down and then tugged Ben's shirt off and smirked. "Somebodies been hitting the chili cheese fries a little too much." he said and playfully poked the bit of pudge on Ben's tummy. Ben couldn't help but giggle at the poke and then laid back on the changing mat, his thumb popping back into his mouth. (Kevin of course knew a pacifier would of been better but just watching Lil Benny struggle to play with blocks and deal with his need to suck on SOMETHING was just too fucking cute.) Ripping the sides of the pull up open, Kevin didn't even need to tell Ben to lift his hips up and he tugged the wet pull up out from under Ben then grinned. "Oh no! it looks like the power rangers have been defeated but the big baby monster!" he said and tickled Ben's tummy, making the big baby giggle and laugh and squirm. tossing the pull up into the diaper pail with well practiced ease Kevin pulled out a super thick white diaper with the words 'big baby' and 'loser' and 'virgin 4 life' stenciled all over it and held it up. "You know Benny, you did a SUPER good job today." Kevin said, and then using a wipe he took Ben's cute little hard-on between too fingers and gently stroked him. "Ah..ah..Dada.." Ben moaned, his thumb sliding out as he found himself thrusting his hips. it had been 3 months since his last good boy reward and Ben didn't think he was gonna last too long. (of course, Ben was diapered at east once a week, but him being allowed to cum, now THAT was rare) "How about a special treat Benny?" Kevin asked and pulled his hand away as Ben whimpered and let out a frustrated little grunt. "Daddy can put you in this super thick loser diaper and let you crawl around and look silly, till you poop yourself then you can hump daddies leg." Kevin offered and Ben cocked his head, listening. "OR you can finally get this daddy dick up your cute little boy pussy, but after you cum you have to go home AND no baby time next week." Kevin finished. Ben whimpered loudly, and squirmed on the mat, looking from Kevin's crotch to the diaper, then back to the crotch. "Come on Ben, don't you wanna be a big boy at least once and get your V card punched?" Kevin asked and chuckled, rubbing his crotch with one hand. "Or do you wanna be a poopie widdle baby?" he said and then pressed the front of the slick plastic to Ben's crotch. "Di..Di..Diapers daddy!" Ben coo'ed out and then put his hands over his mouth. he'd totally meant to say dick, but just the feeling had been too much and as he locked eyes with Kevin, Kevin smirked. "Thought as much. don't worry Benny, daddy won't make that offer again and get you all confused." Kevin chuckled as Ben whimpered. "guess if we're gonna make you a farty stinky poopie baby butt before I put the diaper on you we should have Mr. poopie booster help you." Kevin added. Ben blushed and whined, but being a good widdle sexless diaper boy loser, rolled onto his tummy and stuck his ass up. "yesh Daddy. you know best." "good boy." Kevin chuckled and got up.

Filling the enema bag up in his Kitchen, Kevin rubbed himself though his pants. there was no two ways about it, he was gonna have to call Gwen over after this and a small part of him was disappointed that Benny hadn't taken the offer to get off. of course Kevin would of still diapered him and let him shit himself on daddies lap but he figured if he told Ben that now, the little guy would of had a fit. he mad sure to add some soap shavings and castor oil to the hot water mix and shook the bag up nice and good, knowing that Ben loved having a painful tummy cramping before making daddy a present. It was just one of a dozen things Kevin didn't quite get about Ben's little fetish, but hey, he got a cute little pamper packer to play with so who was he to complain? The enema bag even had been labeled with a air brush that Kevin had borrowed from work and read 'Mr. poopie booster' on it.

Ben was whimpering, mentally yelling at himself for giving up a chance to get that dick buried balls deep in him, but even as he berated himself he knew that he'd made a smart choice. (well, as smart as the choice to poop yourself in a custom diaper can be) He wasn't a big boy and shouldn't be having sex and should be thankful Kevin put up with his smelly butt and tried to force himself to stop thinking about just how awesome Kevin dick would of felt in his bum. Kevin came back in with Mr poopie booster and Ben bit his lip, Hoping daddy had been super mean and made it so he'd be cramping like crazy. he set the back up on a little hook on the the wall by the mat and then lubed the nozzle up and with two fingers started to lube Ben's forever virgin backside up. with the two fingers greasing him and sliding jusssst in and out, Ben's dicklette was leaking and Ben was gasping and coo'ing, tears leaking out at his need and his rosebud all on it's own was trying to suck Kevin's fingers in deeper. "heh, somebodies all needy. Sorry Benny, you made your choice. no take backies." Kevin said and pulled his fingers out with a pop. "ah..ah..Sowwy daddy..Bum feels so good when you pway wiff it." Ben panted and drooled, a small puddle forming by his face. "it's OK buddy. if i thought you could control yourself you wouldn't be in diapers would you?" Kevin asked and then leaned down and kissed Ben's cheek as he slid the nozzle in. "Loser~"

Kevin smirked as Ben went cross eyed as the nozzle slid in and then started the mixture flowing. he made sure to rub Ben's back and watched him for any warning signs that he should stop the flow, having done this enough times to know the difference between the normal discomfort and something being very wrong. It was always a little fascinating to watch Ben's tummy bloat out as the bag of fluid flowed into him. If it was Kevin he'd of hated all of this but Ben was getting a glazed look in his eyes and a stupid grin on his face as he started to twitch and wiggle with what Kevin supposed was the cramps. "ah..ah..I'm a little loooser for daddy. I love my daddy! daddy's sexless stinky diaper loser wiff a tummy full of poopie waiting to come out!" This was the other half of the fun of filling Ben up with the enema. somehow having his guts filled fried baby Ben's brain and he'd say the cutest and silliest stuff. 'at least he's all tinkled out.' Kevin thought, since normally he'd have a balloon or something around baby Ben's pee pee to catch his piss. all that leaked out today however was baby milk as Ben's super swollen balls were loaded and the Nozzle was pressing right on Ben's g spot. "ah..ah..Daddddy! Call me a looooser!" Ben whined and Kevin was shaken out of his thoughts. "heh. of course your a little loser Ben. you could of had any girl or guy you wanted, even with your micro dick but instead you wanna be a sexless diaper shitting bitch. that makes you what?" Kevin asked and reached down, to ruffle Ben's hair. "A total loooser~" Ben gurgled as the bag finished up. "That'sssss right~" The next part was the tricky one and Kevin got the big custom diaper unfolded and placed under when Ben would be shortly, and then sprinkled and powdered him while he was on his knees. trying to put a plug in Ben after a enema was useless, the diapers were too tick to pull the plug out and not get his hand covered in shit. with his tummy bloated out like he was 6 months pregnant Ben was off in baby land and wasn't much help but that was OK, as the daddy some things just fell on him to figure out and if Ben could trust in him to do it, Kevin would get it done. In one practiced move Kevin got Ben flipped over and on the diaper, hand the front tugged mostly it, and then pulled the plug out and tapped the diaper up all in one swift series of movements. the effect of the plug no longer in Ben was instant though. "DADDY I'M POOPING!"

Ben's mind was in a haze. oh, sure the cramps were super owie but that's just want a diaper shitting loser like him deserved and he was soo lucky to have a daddy who knew exactly what he was and would make him the loser he was, but still treat him like a cute widdle guy. as his thick diaper was taped up and the enema came gushing out Ben's dick twitched wildly, the hot mush coming out and filling his diaper felt sooo good and of course daddy had picked a diapie with ZERO stink guard. as his tummy deflated and the cramps started to lessen the room was filled with Ben's stinky smell and laying on his back Ben sucked his thumb big time and sniffed eagerly, even as daddy made a wave and waved a hand. "whew, no more chili for you little man! stinkkkky!" Kevin said. Ben knew that Kevin actually liked the smell just as much as him, but he also liked to play it up so Ben could feel like a naughty little stinker. There was just one problem, and as Ben kept shitting his guts out he tried to get it out to daddy. "ah..D-D-Daddy! I..I's.I'm gonna.." Ben gasped, the poopies were rushing out so fast and the warm mush around his dicky felt soo good. ..but he was suppose to make his cummie humping daddies leg! Kevin seemed to know what was wrong and just smiled, picking Ben up and squishing his smelly rear. "it's ok buddy. you can make goo goo gaga." he said and then kissed Ben on the lips. the kiss pushed him over the edge and months of pent up baby milk joined Ben's poopies, the big babies eyes rolling back in his head as he came super hard. before he blacked out from the pure pleasure his little loser body was experiencing, Ben had one thought. 'Sex is over rated. this is the bestest way to cum!'

The end

[peace-coast-island]

Diary of a Junebug

Strawberry cake and vanilla spice coffee

With the year slowly coming to a close and the holidays quickly approaching, I’ve been thinking about how much things have changed and what the future may hold. Being back home with family and old friends, it feels nice to kick back and let go of your responsibilities for a bit.

Daisy Jane and I have been hanging out with Team Magic a lot, especially now that Pippa’s recovering at home after the bone marrow transplant was successful. She and Almie are in high spirits so that’s good to see. Mariposa, Luna, and Skully have been checking in often as soon as she was allowed to have visitors. There had been a few complications at first but Pippa was able to pull through and now it seems like the worst is behind for her. Hopefully that’ll be the last time cancer throws a wrench in her life.

Almie can finally breathe easy now that Pippa’s doing well. He would never forgive himself if something happened to her. Even though he tried to put on a brave face, Daisy Jane and I knew that he’d been on edge since Pippa’s leukemia returned. We’d all thought she’d be one of those people who’d beat it the first time, though she later told us that her doctor always kept it real with her, which allowed her to brace herself when she got called back for more tests.

I think because of her illness, Pippa has taken on a more pragmatic approach to life over the past couple of years and that has allowed her to take her ordeal in stride. From what I remember, the old Pippa was the kind of person who feared the unknown, preferring to stay in her comfort zone where it was safe. Then she got sick and that forced her to confront with the unknown, which is understandably scary, especially if the question of whether you even have a future to look forward to is an option you actually have to think about.

Not too long ago, Pippa was featured as a guest writer on Falling Star’s blog. There, she wrote about how cancer changed her outlook on life along with her thoughts post recovery now that she was out of the woods. It was a very insightful read, especially the part about how she’s learned to live life for herself.

Pippa wrote that for the longest time, she thought you had to be special in order to live life to the fullest. I can understand that pressure to “be someone”, to always strive for high expectations and to constantly prove yourself in order to be considered worthy. She said part of the reason why she had trouble stepping out of her comfort zone was because she didn’t feel confident. Even though she doesn’t consider herself as a perfectionist, she always had that fear of doing something wrong or being inconvenient (same, Pippa, same), so she thought it was best to stay out of the way. And so she allowed herself to get lost in the background, hoping that one day she will eventually get the courage to reveal herself without feeling self conscious.

Through the ups and downs, Pippa said the biggest takeaway for her was to just live life, to just be happy with your existence. Life shouldn’t be a competition where you constantly have to prove yourself in order for others to notice you and respect you. She says it’s a hard pill for certain people to swallow, but you shouldn’t live based on what makes you the most popular or successful. Ambition isn’t always about climbing upwards, it’s about doing what makes you happy and fulfilled. In other words, life shouldn’t be a competition. You should be allowed to make mistakes and be mediocre, because in order to be comfortable with yourself, you need to accept that your flaws are a part of you too.

Luna also plays a huge role in helping Pippa come out of her shell. For pretty much all her life Luna was talked down and treated like an outcast, so if anyone knows what it’s like to constantly doubt yourself, even hate yourself, it’s her. Luna had said that she finally got tired of people talking behind her back so she said “Fuck it, I’m gonna do my own thing and not care what everyone thinks.” and that’s how she became the eccentric witch we all know and love. Not only she was a positive influence on Pippa, she also brought Angie, Willow, and Mariposa together.

Seeing the girls all together hanging out, it pretty much sums up what Pippa said the past couple years have been for her: a mixed blessing. To think that if she hadn’t been diagnosed with leukemia she wouldn’t have reconnected with Willow, meet Mariposa, and become close with Luna and Skully. No matter how uncertain the future may be, at least Pippa will be supported by those who love and care for her.

While Pippa’s relationship with Almie has strengthened because of what they’ve been through together, Alon has been pretty much out of the picture. They said he calls once in a while but that’s about it. Apparently he’s so busy that he can’t bother to make time to visit when both his siblings were in the hospital undergoing an intense procedure. As harsh as it sounds, we all have come to accept that he just doesn’t give a fuck about his own family.

Honestly, sometimes I find it a little hard to believe that Alon’s related to Almie and Pippa because he always seemed different. Maybe some of that stems from being a middle child - not that I would know anything about that so I can’t say for sure - but I think he always felt that he was superior than his siblings. Sure he’s smart, ambitious, and talented, the kind of person who’s “somebody” - which definitely played into his siblings’s insecurities - so in a way his arrogance is somewhat justified. But since going off to college and later moving out, it seems like he’s been burning bridges with a lot of people.

He and Mae have so much in common in the worst ways that it’s not funny. Even though they’ve known each other since forever they didn’t start dating until a few years ago, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that around the time they started dating and college when their egos began to get the better of them. Like with Pippa and Almie with Alon, Daisy Jane’s relationship with Mae has become increasingly strained over the past couple years.

It’s not just the fact that they have widely different world views compared to us, it’s also the fact that the way they see people in general is, in my opinion, toxic. Now that I think about it, Alon and Mae have gotten dangerously controlling, forcing those close to them to only be acquainted with certain people and tearing others down for doing things the wrong way - that’s not healthy. The main reason why Pippa was able to get close to Luna and Skully was because Alon wasn’t there to intervene - for someone who claimed that he wanted Pippa to bring out her full potential, he held her back a lot.

As for Mae, a while back, Daisy Jane, Cheyenne, and I came to a revelation about Mae. Basically, the reason why Mae is against Daisy Jane being an artist is because she simply doesn’t see artists as human. By that I mean Mae sees them as content creators who have to be constantly working and constantly churning out content to appeal to the masses. The podcast incident proved that point.

There’s also the fact that Mae just doesn’t like Daisy Jane’s art style. She’s the kind of person who critiques things based on whether they meet her personal tastes. Most of her “helpful” advice is just her trying to force things to work out the way she wants it without taking others into consideration. In her eyes, since Daisy Jane’s art didn’t interest her, she shouldn’t even bother because if she doesn’t like it, then no one should.

And when Daisy Jane gained a significant following, Mae shrugged it off saying that mentally ill gays seem to have low standards, which is like wtf. No one forcing her to like her sister’s work and somehow she acts like it’s a big deal that people like it. It’s not like Daisy Jane’s art is niche or anything, it’s just not something that interests Mae and as disheartening it is to hear that your sibling doesn’t like your art, well, it’s their opinion and just leave it at that. At this point Daisy Jane just wants Mae to leave her alone instead of barging in with her useless opinions that contribute nothing except make her look like an entitled bitch.

Speaking of entitled, it came to no surprise that Alon and Mae are a part of Hologram Viral, an infamous streaming platform known for its toxic community. Sad to say that they do fit into that crowd, especially since they have the power to decide who succeeds and who flops. From what I’ve heard, it’s the kind of community where you choose friends based on what you can get out of them. As soon as you fall short of their unreasonably high expectations or they can no longer exploit you or they simply don’t like you anymore, you’re out. Mae especially has built a reputation of playing favorites, contributing to the worsening state of Hologram.

Let’s just say that it’s for the best that neither one has returned to Rosevine since moving out. Truth be told, they probably think they’re too good for this town. I’d say good riddance to them - I know I’m not the only one.

Willow and Mariposa have some major updates on their lives. Mariposa’s staying in Rosevine, as in actually living here instead of it being a temporary thing. Her mom’s in the process of moving here so Mariposa will be moving out of Luna’s soon. Luna won’t admit it but I’m sure she’ll miss Mariposa’s presence, but at least they’re still in the same town. Mariposa said it’s hard to leave since she’s been with Luna all this time but she also wants to be with her mom too and they have a lot to catch up on. She doesn’t go into too much detail about her family situation for obvious reasons, though she’s been slowly opening up a bit more, so I take it as a good sign that things are improving.

Even though Mariposa’s moving out, Luna and Skully still have Hunter living with them, this time for good. I’m glad he’s decided to stay. I think being with Luna and the others is good for him. It’s also good to see him more up and about, which he credits hours of physical therapy to. He’s still using crutches, though he says he’s able to walk without them for short periods of time, which is good. However, he has fallen a few times due to overconfidence, but luckily someone was quickly by his side and he was fine.

Yeah, I don’t blame the others for being anxious. While it’s clear that Hunter wants to get back on his feet, he shouldn’t be pushing himself too hard. I mean, it’s understandable that he’s probably restless, especially now that he can relax after escaping an abusive environment. Hunter never talked much about it but we can put two and two together. In other words, he’s been through hell and back, and hopefully at this point he can move forward. With Luna taking him under her wing, Hunter’s in good hands.

As for Willow’s family situation, her father’s safe, but still keeping a low profile. She and her siblings just found out a couple days ago that the divorce was finalized, which happened a lot faster than they expected. Last we heard, their mother didn’t take it well when he told her that he wanted out. Given their status and power, him leaving means that his reputation will take a massive hit and he will be seen as an enemy in the eyes of many. It can’t be easy leaving a situation like that so good for him. Like Willow and her siblings said, the old man has finally flown the coop.

Along with catching up with friends and family, I was looking forward to Flora’s strawberry cake and vanilla spice coffee. For as long as I can remember, around this time of year the local market begins selling cakes. Right before the holidays is when the market gets hectic as people try to buy desserts before they’re all gone. When I was the one picking up the cakes, I can’t help but feel a bit victorious when I walk out with the boxes while the line grows longer outside.

Since moving out, I think it’s become a tradition for me to treat myself to a strawberry cake when I come home around this time of the year. Strawberry is their most popular cake so I gotta grab it while I can before it’s sold out. Fortunately, since their cakes are big, making it impossible for me to eat by myself, I share them with my friends so they get to enjoy it too. Nothing like food to bring people together.

And of course, you need a good drink to go with dessert, so for me, coffee is the way to go. Vanilla spice coffee is one of my favorites, especially the one at Flora’s, so it makes sense to pair that with the cake. Even though Flora’s is a market, their cakes and coffee are top tier in quality, rivaling some popular cafes in my opinion.

The days have been slow and I don’t mind. As nice as it was to hang out with everyone, I need time for myself to recharge - such is the nature of an introvert. I came home to take it easy, so that’s what I’m gonna do while enjoying some cake and catching up on some knitting.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

[plantemane]

okay I'm gonna vent here too cause the gods fucking know i need to and I hope somebody can just tell me it's fine and I'll be okay. I've been so nervous lately, I am broke once again because I can't find work. I've just been sat alone at home all day for 3 months. I was gonna get a full time instructor job where i was doing an internship, but instead I moved back home because i felt like the atmosphere there was suffocating, I should have told my employer what had happened to me but i was to scared. I haven't been able to get a job since in part since I still don't have a high school diploma (all thanks to a horrible panic attack mid exam), but the biggest thing is how to of the other interns treated me. and I'm scared that if I start working a job again, I'll just be treated the same way once more. I don't want to be thought of as a nuisance again or threatened. and I'm really anxious to go back into school because of how I was treated before, I was so out of shape by the end of high school and I'm still recovering from that stress that wasn't helped at all by my previous job. I literally had to run away from home and stay at a drunk stranger's house to escape what was happening with my roommate who was one of the interns spoken of earlier. I even had to go to the ER for HOURS because he slicked his hand open at 3 am. it wasn't safe at all, but it's messed up i felt safer with a drunk bartender and his gf than hat my own home with my roommate. I don't like being cornered and screamed at over something I didn't do. and I certainly don't like being screamed at for being overstimulated and trying to sleep without the cause of the stimulating. I was literally backed into a corner and trying to get away while she's screaming at me and threatening to call the police on me for her 'safety' when she's the one physically threatening me. I'm terrified of police cause they're scary strangers with guns who have a history of offing people of minorities, which i am. I should have told my employer the full story that fucking asshole got away with so much because I was so scared, I wish she had lost her job then and there. and the other intern was no better. I was at my breaking point, I was stressed and my mom wanted to invite her over for a special event in our town and she ruined it. got heat stroke at comicon and left later than we wanted, so we missed the opening event to the festival and she got pissed at me cause she wanted to see it, which is fair, IF ONLY I HADN'T JUST NEARLY PASSED OUT IN A CONVENTION CENTER WITH NO CELL SERVICE OR MONEY ACCESS. and how could i know that the metro system would be stalled for nearly an hour? and when we do get to the event, after she screams at me at STUPIDLY open up to her and she tells me straight to my face that my feelings are fucking stupid. so i tried cheering myself up by saying "at least people like listening to me talk" and she just bluntly states "nobody likes listening to you, you should shut up" yeah thanks. gee sorry i talk so much, nobody has ever listened to me before. and when I got back to work I just sat at a desk and stopped talking to people, I wasn't feeling good I was really scared to go into work everyday and i felt so relived whenever those two were absent cause then I could relax a bit. it's so hard to feel safe with people, I thought I was safe there and these two fucked it all up. I thought I had found a place where people didn't mind me being myself. i wish people liked me for who i am, I don't feel safe anywhere or with anyone anymore. stuff like this happen time and time again I it makes me feel like i can't trust the people around me.

#vent #vent post #cw vent

[bananaapplewaffle]

A Twisted Halloween: Book 4 and 5: Reckoning and Halloween Done Right

Time for the finale lads.

Buck in.

Book 4 is separated by dorm btw.

Heartslabyul

I’m tired of these Magicam Monsters

Just Nobodies

GIRL

GIRL 

CROWLEY IS GONNA BE PISSED IF THE NEWS RUNS WITH THESE RUMORS

Sorry got mad sidetracked by Scary Godmother

ANYWAY!

WHAT

DID THEY VOICE THE BOO????

IM LEAVING

I hate that this is only semi-voiced

Its such a big event

Oh wow they were using fire, wind and water magic to make the fog

Savanaclaw

OH IT LOOKS SO PRETTY LIT UP

Jack please

Relax your face

Before it gets stuck that way

OMG LIKE FUCKING JIMMY FROM SCARY GODMOTHER

THE MAFF IS MAFFING

So…is Leona invisible? Or does he not need to touch things in order to turn them into sand?

I guess we’ll see

Well them not moving is obviously Ruggie.

“What’s that noise?” Get murdered. 

THIS IS HOW YOU GET KILLED DAWG

My boy Jack

A true actor

They did not explain Leona’s thing it all, so I guess he doesn’t have to touch the thing to use his UM ion

Octavinelle 

ASDLJADLJSDK;OAKD;LAKDS

THEY HAVE FLOYD IN THE TANK

Oh 

I’m pretty sure that just an illusion… right?

They didn’t crack the glass just for this…

Right?

IS THAT CREWEL

Oh. Just Azul.

GIRL

THE DRAMATICS

THEY DID NOT DIM THE LIGHTS AND PUT A SPOTLIGHT ON HIM

GIRL

I wish they gave Floyd a more pissed expression here

Really woulda sealed the deal

THERE IT IS

BROOOOOOOO

THEY OLD TWIN SWITCHAROO

PLUS AZUL

;LSADK;LASDKL;SAKSA

JADE

He really just told this man to do the Thriller dance

Scarabia

NOT THE YEET

Oh god not the Jamil doubt

HE’S FUCKING JETTIN

JAMILLLLLL

LMAO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

JAMIL 

THIS THAT VIRGO SHIT

CAN’T DEPEND ON NOBODY

PERFECTIONIST ASS

AND THEN HE ACTS LIKE HE HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT

SEE JAMIL

HE WENT TO ROOK FOR ADVICE ON WOLVES

GIRL IT WAS THE CARPET THAT WAS THE TAIL

I know that pause was Jamil thinking about letting him leave it at that

But he still spoke up

…Jamil, Jamil…

Pomefiore

Thanks for the exposition, Epel

OH

THEY EATIN PEOPLE

DAMNIT I HAVE TO DO LESSONS

ILL BE BACK

I’m back

Oh!

They’re basing it off Elizabeth Báthory

I think lol

EPEL IS GOING IN

ROOK WALKS IN WITH THE FUCKING GUN

Yeah the students were meh but Epel, Vil and Rook(can we say he was acting tho?) was great

Since you were a child? That’s gross.

CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT

LEFT EPEL OUT

Ignihyde

Oh its so blue~

Ortho: I would shoot you, but Big Brother said no.

I hope they don’t laugh in his face

Idia will never recover.

YOUR LIVES ARE FORFEIT 

SHUT UP

IDIA NOOOOOOO

WHERE’S HIS FUCKING HEAD

THERE’S MULTIPLE????

GIRL THE POP IN

AWWW IDIA’S GOING TO THE PARTY

Diasomina

Alright what the fuck is happening in my damn house

So y’all just let them walk into my house

No loyalty

Had to do more lessons

Wrapping up Book 4 here

It's a good thing we decorated

If y’all fuck these up I swear

LILIA ON THE FUCKING CEILING

MALLEUS TURNED INTO HIS DRAGON FORM FOR THIS????

I know y’all didn’t just set my house on fire.

THEY VIBRATED MY PHONE

HIS FUCKING RAWR

Where the fuck am I and Grim dawg

Aw he just used magic to make the Mushu display move…

SEBEK PLEASE

And that’s it for Book 4

Onto Book 5!

These mfkers put us to work

Back in the plot

But for how long

I did a lot of Genshining today

Just wanna say that Jeht is my favorite NPC

Crowley: Not knowing what happened

Trien: Having an inkling of what happened

Crewel: Knew exactly what happened. Co-signed it.

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY IS ONE

Scary Godmother music plays

Woah woah woah

They gotta do stamping shit and get ready for the party.

Highkey why wasn’t this done in advance

Well…it might have been guess I’ll see lol

WHAT

OKAY WAIT

WE KNEW ABOUT THE PARTY

OKAY WAIT

Okay nevermind

Cater is going to tell us that, yes the party is still on

Since we’re not in that room 

And didn’t see it happen

TWISTUNE?

NOT GRIM ASKING TO BRING THE TUPPERWARE

Shit lemme gone head and pack the foil too

A JOB?

Girl, I’m not the on committee 

Jade what the fuck are you talking about

WAIT 

WE’RE HANDING OUT CANDY

OKAY THIS IS FINE

Okay yeah they’ve been working on stuff since the beginning of the month

…why are they wearing the ceremonial robes???

Girl not this taking place outside 

Inside event was not in the budget it seems

ACE SHUT YO FATASS MOUTH UP

Even though we all were just talking about it

Well not me 

It was y’all

AAAA 

LUCIFER’S HERE

Bro I’ve literally been out the plot for majority of this

I ain’t working now

Listen….

Silver ain’t wrong

I full stomach really can put you to sleep

“Cool story, bro, but it’s Halloween. Who cares?”

Floyd continuing to be my favorite character

YOU ALREADY KNOW RUGGIE GOT THE FOIL ON HIM

HE’S TAKING PLATES HOME

JADEEEEEEEEEEEE

AAAAAA

Not y’all praising to ghosts that y’all didn’t even realize were still there until I pulled up

Hatless Rook strikes again

WAIT

LEONA AND MALLEUS ARE SITTING BY EACH OTHER

Got to be fighting

DID THEY NOTICED IT FROM ACROSS THE WAY 

Will ofc Leona noticed Rook’s gaze

…the Leona thing is a weird thing for 

So you notice him for bring in the Spelldrive tournament 

Which great! Its something outside of being prince!

But you also don’t recognize that this is in fact

Not one

But two princes you’re talking to

WAIT

IS THAT A FUCKING

DEXTER’S LABORATORY REF

AND THIS IS AFTER THE LIVESTREAM TOO WHERE THEY SHOWED THAT EPISODE

WAIT

LEONA KNOWS FRENCH????

CHEKAAAAAAAA

BABYYYYY

Wait

WHY DID HE ANSWER IT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE

And why did it sour his mood that bad

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CHENYAAAAAAAAAA

Bro I be forgetting that Chenya goes to RSA

OH???

CHILE LEMME GET THROUGH THESE LAST 10 LESSON REAL QUICK

I NEED TO KNOW IF I NEED TO SCREAM AT MY FRIEND

OMFG 

GIRL

A MOMENT WITH MALLEUS???

I mean you didn’t even ask, but continue. 

Oh that’s that on that I guess???

Girl it’s gonna be reverse Scary Godmother 2

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWW

MY GHOST UNCLES

Gotta hold my son

I did it y’all I finished it.

NOW I NEED THE OTHER EVENT

CUZ I ALREADY KNOW THE PREMISE OF IT

Twisted Ramblings

#waffle plays twst #a twisted halloween

[imtrying-butimpissed]

This got really long and I'm gonna TW for a couple mentions of "idealized" body images. No pressure to respond but I'm kind of taking it as a weird sort of sign that I saw your post asking how recovery is going, and take the time to type this out and... Acknowledge it myself.

I've been recovered for 2 years. No relapses. Although my genes keep me at a stable, low-but-healthy weight without restriction, I am able to cuddle and be cuddled without my bones hurting people. I love my body. I love food. I'm so happy. I have an amazing relationship with my kitchen (it's MINE now! I can do whatever I want with it! I am remodeling it and it's going to be my favorite color!) and I can do nothing but cook for hours every day and consider them days well spent. I'm happy.

About two weeks ago I started sunbathing. My backyard, I needed some vitamin d. I put on short shorts and a crop top and got in my coziest lawn chair.

It was... Hard. It's still hard. I have been hiding under sweatpants and sweatshirts for these 2 years without really realizing it. I am kind of starting to tear up as I write this bc it's probably the only time I will admit that I'm feeling this way. I'm waiting for it to pass. But because I'm still kept thin by my genes even though I eat plentifully and have long since stopped counting calories, I still have... A thigh gap. Thin wrists. In the morning when I sunbathe, my stomach is concave and my hipbones are visible.

I'm starting to date again. I remember times when I was at my sickest that people I was into would tell me they liked that I was so thin. They "wanted me to recover, but..." and although I'm long since wanting that kind of partner in my life, it's... Getting to me. If I could keep my hipbones visible and my belly concave all day... Maybe I wouldn't have so much trouble finding dates.

I don't think I am actually at risk of relapsing. I have a support system and I'm not worried about falling back into old patterns of restriction. It's just... When does the idealization go away? Does it ever? Will there be a day that I sunbathe and don't spend most of that time staring at my thighs? I am in love with my body no matter what others think of it, but I do wish I had at least someone else on my side, loving it and thinking nice things about it.

I don't know if you meant your post to be answered, or just as a reminder to check in on ourselves. But if you've read this far, thank you. I can feel myself... Starting to let go of these ideas already, just having them in writing. Thank you for that.

I hope the best of your todays are the worst of your tomorrows and you have the loveliest meal of your life every time you sit down to eat. ♥️

Damn I respect the hell out of you. Congrats on recovery! You're a badass!!!! I'm so fucking proud of you, holy hell. So proud!!

1: for the love of god do not date a person who is attracted to a sick body. Not worth it. Find a person who isn't a shit head, who likes health and fun and food and having a good time. Why bother changing for someone. Literally. Not worth it. That's fucking dumb.

Because let me tell you something, no one is gonna care about a concave stomach when you're "Doing the Do". You think they are gonna turn that opportunity down??? Because tummy????? Hello???? No. They're gonna be fucking STOKED they get to enjoy it with you.

Dating is hard and scary and frustrating. But don't give up. And give it time. I didn't find a serious partner for like a decade after my last. Just love you, people will see it and be attracted to that. Trust me. Go for a person who likes you to succeed, not pressures you to be sick.

2: you can't fight DNA. Your body settles where it wants to settle. And that's okay. Embrace it.

If you ever enjoyed Winnie the Pooh remember that the wonderful thing about Tigger is that he's the only one.

There's only one You

3: considering we live in a society, I've become the Joker. The world will never stop flashing our eyes with thinness and diets and beauty. Ever. It's never gonna stop. Cuz they want our fucking money. They want us to buy the makeup and diets and workout equipment because money. It's all money. Beauty isn't real, nothing actually matters. Be ugly out of spite.

Hell, I feel solid in my recovery but even I still fuck up now and then. It happens. Just gotta shrug and move on. Because who cares, just get back on the path and stare there or else.