#the face on this man is actually ridiculous

[loveinhawkins]

When Steve gets to his last year at Hawkins High, it feels like some kind of veil has been lifted right in front him. Or maybe it’s more that the veil’s actually been slowly lifting for years, and he’s noticing it all the more because it’s no longer there.

Either way, when he receives his yearbook, it doesn’t seem like the huge deal that his younger self would’ve made it out to be; he flicks through the pictures half-heartedly, doesn’t even care when the candid ones taken at sporting events catch him in unflattering poses, lip jutting out in concentration.

If he tried to voice his disinterest, Henderson would probably spout off some precocious shit about societal expectations, and Steve would pretend to nod sagely before stealing whatever dorky hat he happened to be wearing—it’s not like he could let the little shit suspect that he occasionally had a point, Steve would never hear the end of it.

The yearbook signings are predictably inescapable: people passing their books back and forth in class or in the cafeteria—and that one’s a risky move, with the threat of drinks spilling on the pages, whether accidental or malicious.

Steve thinks the fever’s dwindled out until he spends a free period in the school library. The seniors typically all bunch together in one of the far corners, the spots with the comfiest seats—loners included, like the perks of age for once outweigh the usual ridicule.

But that silent truce is not exactly being upheld, Steve notes—Eddie Munson is sitting alone at a nearby table.

It becomes painfully obvious when the signing starts up again. There’s a cluster of girls on the yearbook committee who initiate it, and soon every senior in reach is either passing over their own book or signing one.

Almost every senior.

It’s not like Eddie’s the only person ever to be held back. He’s not even the only one to be held back for next year, either: John Nelson off the swim team is in the same position, and he’s still been asked to sign.

But Steve knows that’s not what the source of exclusion is, not really.

He’s gotten good at spotting silent cruelty—good at avoiding it too, before his popularity gave him a temporary shield.

It’s all just bullshit, he thinks. It’s been a recurring thought lately.

He brings out his own yearbook because he knows it’s expected. When it’s finally passed back round to him, he ends up right near the seat opposite Eddie’s, just by chance.

But actually sitting there is his own choice.

He can tell that Eddie has spotted him even though he’s not looked up from whatever homework he’s doing; there’s a silent tension in the way he’s holding his pen.

Steve mulls it over before he asks the question. It could blow up in his face, but what did that matter, really? In the grand scheme of things, it would hardly count as a major embarrassment; it’s not like it’d be any more mortifying than telling his dad that he didn’t get into any colleges whatsoever.

So he pushes his yearbook across the table, because what the hell.

“Wanna sign?”

Eddie glances up. There’s a guarded look in his eyes, and Steve can almost hear him mentally replaying the question.

“Pardon?” Eddie says with pointed emphasis, like he’s daring Steve, let it drop and we’ll say no more about it, Harrington.

Steve doesn’t take it back. He shrugs and flicks open the yearbook, finds a blank spot and taps it once with his finger, a silent offer.

Eddie stares like Steve’s a riddle, like he’s wondering just who the show’s for—but the other students have turned away, have gone back to their seats, yearbooks temporarily forgotten.

Eddie’s hold on his pen relaxes, ever so slightly.

“You sure, Harrington?” he says. There’s still a wary edge to his voice, but there’s an undercurrent of something else, too, like he’s secretly amused despite himself. “Haven’t you heard what folks say? I could curse you.”

Steve scoffs. “That all you’ve got? I’ve dealt with way worse, man,” he says mildly.

A corner of Eddie’s mouth twitches into a surprised smile. Then it’s gone almost like it had never been in the first place, his gaze turning thoughtful rather than defensive.

And obviously this isn’t Eddie’s first rodeo at the whole senior year thing. Steve wonders if there’s a veil that’s been lifted for him too, wonders if he can see straight through it right now.

The bell rings.

Eddie stands up, gathering his stuff.

Steve thinks that’s the end of it: something that’s neither a success or a failure.

But then, lightning fast, Eddie darts across the table and scribbles something on the open page. Slams the yearbook shut and pushes it back over, and it feels like a challenge, like some of his caginess is back—like he’s just daring Steve to reveal that it had been a joke all along—

“Bet you’re counting down the days till you can hold your own copy, huh?” Steve says dryly, as he stuffs the book into his bag.

It’s a risk; he knows Eddie could easily take it as pure ridicule, could misinterpret it as Steve throwing the failed school years back in his face.

Eddie just shakes his head, but he could be laughing—the moment’s gone too quickly for Steve to know for sure.

“Nah, Harrington,” Eddie says easily, thrown over his shoulder as he leaves, “those things aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on.”

Steve doesn’t check the yearbook until he’s home. He eventually finds Eddie’s signature, simple black ink right in the upper corner of one page.

Good luck, Steve. —Eddie

Some of the letters are bunched a little too close together, drifting upwards on the blank page, as if they usually need lined paper to guide them—left-handed, Steve thinks vaguely.

Within a sea of scrawled nicknames and loudly enthusiastic messages, Steve finds that he kind of likes how mundane Eddie’s truly is. Likes the sign off with minimal fuss. Just “Eddie.” Likes how he was just “Steve”, too.

And yeah, if anyone needed to be told good luck, Steve thinks, with the kind of amusement that only comes from distance—pictures his past self, freaking out about monsters come to life.

He slots the yearbook into his bookcase. By summer he might forget about it all together, left to gather dust as he works for 3 bucks an hour, but for now he marks its significance: something real, hidden alongside the bullshit.

#back with the unexpected kindness in high school agenda #pre steddie #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[jongseongsnudes]

kiss me (part three)

bff/fwb!jake. 1.4k words. ✨️smut✨️ + angst ft. lee heeseung. (part one) (part two)

“you’re so hot,” you hear him mumble into the kiss, his lips barely leaving yours as he does. his hands are everywhere, your waist, your ass, your thighs. the man was desperate for you and to be fair, you wanted him too. 

what started as a few flirty kisses with heeseung and a childish way to show jake that you in fact did not need him, turned into a full fledged heated make out session in the back of the cab, all the way into your apartment. it was the last thing you wanted yet all you wanted at the same time. someone to distract you from a particular someone else.

you were too occupied with heeseung’s lips to notice the familiar pair of men’s shoes by your door once you enter your home, ones that were surely not there when you left.

jake sim was in your apartment.

“hey- h- heeseung,” you manage to get his attention, your hand now gently pushing against his chest, “i um- i remember i had some plans tonight actually... rain check?”

you can see the disappointment wash over his face for a split second before smiling again, an understanding smile. and this was one of the many things you’ve always liked about him lee heeseung. that he respected you.

“yeah of course love,” he says while rubbing your lower back, “you need me to drop you off anywhere? it’s getting pretty late.”

“no my friend will pick me up. sorry hee, another time?”

“definitely,” he leans in to kiss you, short and sweet, “be careful okay.”

you begin to second guess your decision to abruptly kick heeseung out but the last thing you wanted was to be in the middle of a confrontation between the two best friends right now. besides, you needed to deal with jake. the thought of him currently somewhere in your apartment got you mad, especially after the fight you had earlier.

the house is quiet, the only light source coming from your living room’s television screen, exactly where you expected him to be with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. you can feel your chest heave to the sight of a topless jake, it took almost everything in you not to pull your panties aside and climb on that lap.

the things you’d do for jake sim...

“seriously? you’re just going to break into my apartment?”

your words are left unanswered as the man continues watching the screen ahead as if you weren’t standing right in front of him.

“whatever then. at least close the door on your way out when you get bored.”

you leave him be, no longer wanting to deal with the toxic situation that shouldn’t have been a situation in the first place. 

bits and pieces of your clothing and accessories are scattered behind as you make it to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to sink into a warm bath and relax for the night. but of course the world always seems to have other plans for you.

“didn’t think you had it in you.”

sigh.

you don’t bother turning around to his newly arrived presence at the bathroom doorway, instead opting to continue slipping out of your undergarments as if he wasn’t even there, “i don’t want to talk to you right now jake.”

“so you let heeseung put his tongue down your throat but can’t even talk to me?”

you were quick to whip around this time, a frown dawning your face at how ridiculous he was being. the audacity this man had to even speak to you that way, in your home after ignoring you just a moment before.

“excuse me?” you were on the brink of exploding now, your hand balled up and ready to throw him out if you had to, “you broke into my house for what? to say these things to me?”

“well i’m not wrong! why bother fucking with me then go straight to heeseung?” he was now right up against you, his much taller frame towering over yours, gradually cornering you in against the vanity, “he’s my fucking best friend!”

you’ve seen jake angry numerous times before but never have you seen him like this. he is evidently fuming with eyes so dark, even his breathing was ragged.

“so that’s your problem? so you’re saying that i can fuck anyone else besides your best friend? easy. i’m sure sunghoon or jay would be down if i was to call them right now.”

if jake was considered stubborn, well, you were even worse. between you and the man, you were the one who always got your way. to be fair he did have a soft spot for you and you’ve used this to your advantage... when necessary. 

the bathroom then goes eerily quiet, the two of you though still visibly angry, are now much calmer than before. the heavy tension that filled the air just a moment before was now slowly turning into a different kind of tension.

the one you always felt when you both wanted each other.

“i’m tired jake... please just go-”

he leans in without hesitation, kissing you hard and cutting off your words. he even cups your cheeks, angling your face up to him so he can deepen the kiss and you let him. by now you weren’t even fighting him anymore, your entire body melting right into his hold.

as always.

you did’t want to admit it but this kiss with jake sim was the one you’ve been yearning for all night, even when kissing someone else.

you were just crazy for him.

“it’s not them, it’s you...” he whispers, his voice barely audible as he pulls away slightly, “you’re my problem.”

“what- what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i don’t want to see you with anyone else.”

before you could even respond, jake slowly moves down your body, his lips leaving behind a trail of soft kisses on your skin. you almost scream when he reaches your panties, the man’s mouth just hovering over it for a few moments. just to drive you insane.

“you’re perfect you know?” he coos, his hands now grasping onto your waist as yours grab onto the vanity for support.

“you say that sim... but then turn around and say the same to other girls...”

“they’re nothing baby. i’ve always wanted you.”

your breath hitches when he yanks your panties aside and lifts one of your legs over his shoulders, his lips immediately pressing onto your clit without warning, eager to have you. his wet tongue laps at your heat, tasting every part of you, causing your knees to almost buckle at the intense pleasure your whole body immediately feels from it.

you watch him through hooded eyes, the view of jake sim kneeling before you, one that always pushed you over the edge, that had you seeing white. that had you going completely feral.

but despite the moment, with his tongue deep in your folds and with your fingers knotted in his hair, you just couldn’t forget all that happened tonight.

what should’ve been a strictly no strings attached situation had become something it shouldn’t have. it all somehow spiralled out of control so quickly, like the flame in your heart that grew to the point of no return for the man.

and from what you’ve learned from romance movies your whole life... this was not going to end well. especially for you.

“ja- jake...” you barely manage to push him back by the shoulders, stopping the man from doing what those lips were literally born to do. he looks at you with concern as he stands to his feet, arms immediately holding your sides to pull you closer.

“what’s wrong baby?” 

you may regret this later but you knew it was the right thing to do... before you fall even further.

“i don’t want to do this anymore jake. lets... stop.”

end(????)

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#jongseongsnudes #enhypen #enhypen drabble #enhypen fic #enhypen fanfic #enhypen scenario #enhypen imagine #enhypen reaction #enhypen smut #enha #enhypen x reader #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun smut #sim jaeyun fanfic #sim jaeyun fic #sim jaeyun scenario #sim jaeyun imagine #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun hard hours #jake sim smut #jake sim fanfic #jake sim fic #jake sim imagine #jake sim scenario #jake sim x reader #jake smut

[cielur5ww]

Idk, a modern Au Scaramouche being soft. It can be considered a gn reader, because it does not specify any pronouns... although I did it thinking of a reader amab.

Headcanons of Scaramouche and you, I think no pronoun is specified. Mention of hickeys, nothing explicit, Scaramouche is a proud.. (he is a bit silly)

Scaramouche bf! He doesn't understand in the slightest why you always put too much effort into decorating when you do your schoolwork, (half of him understands) what you do for aesthetics but to him, it seems unnecessary. (It's minimalist)

Scaramouche bf! Every time he gets upset (he's not serious) all he wants from you is for you to shower him with affection. He is hungry for affection, touch or words (better both to relieve that hunger)

Scaramouche bf! who always complains and snorts, annoyed because both of them live far away from each other. Although you see each other in classes and everything, he also wants to spend time with you alone, simply in your room, seeing what nonsense you will come up with today or simply a date at a cafe or walking through squares, enjoying the peace.

Scaramouche bf! who is actually called Kunikuzushi, but now to leave that painful past behind he calls himself Scaramouche, although he doesn't want anything to remember about his previous name... it really doesn't bother him in the least if you call him Kuni or kuzushi, because he is quite used to it. That you call him that, it's as if that nickname was simply made for him, so that you could say it through your lips with that stupidly sweet smile for him (ironic, right?)

Scaramouche bf! He definitely takes care of his skin, although he has almost absolutely no imperfections, he follows a skyn care routine, and he would like to guide you in this type of world of face and skin care if you didn't do it before!, but if you already did So you would like both of you to be together, each doing your own skin care routine.

Scaramouche bf! Good memory and he takes pride in it, but when something happens he acts like an idiot who doesn't know anything or doesn't remember it (he likes to bother you)

Scaramouche bf! Totally embarrassed if you go to the gym and one day you suggest that he sit on top of a bar to do chest exercises, and carrying his weight you do quite a few repetitions... (he gets embarrassed although he tries to maintain his defiant and mocking attitude.)

Scaramouche bf! He is surprised and freezes in a few seconds if you were to carry him so easily, he knows that he weighs little but the fact that you carried him without effort... surprises him and, clearly, he doesn't blush a little, he simply beams, telling you to put it down. And if you don't do it, and you carry him calmly like a princess... he will be with his arms crossed... maintaining an expression of annoyance but you can't take it seriously when that light blush becomes more and more noticeable on his cheeks, it's cute even though he's annoying.

Scaramouche bf! that his physical strength is below the average man (just a little) and sometimes he HATES asking you for help carrying things, because he is supposed to be independent and not weak. (In the end you approach him on your own, and you will have to insist on helping him until he finally says yes... but reluctantly, as if he could really carry that heavy box that, according to him, weighs 100kg ... or if you stop insisting, he will get upset anyway because you didn't want to help him.)

Scaramouche bf! who uses concealer to hide the hickeys that were stupidly dark, he doesn't even know how the hell he leaves you... that you leave him in this ridiculous state (He likes it anyway)

Just bland headcanons, sorry this isn't reviewed, just vague ideas. Any mistake... well it will be there

#scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche headcanons #Scaramouche soft #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche au #Scaramouche au modern #scaramouche x gn reader #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi #Kunikuzushi name #scaramouche x amab reader #scaramouche

[soyellowcurtainsthen]

Who’s the man at the prison gate in the Pit Babe Series 2 Trailer?!?!?

Hi, I’m an idiot with an internet connection So, here is my totally accurate and scientifically sound analysis in support of my theory that it’s Pete. Grab your tinfoil hats friends and follow me down the rabbit hole.

First, I’m going to need you to turn your brain off and live in a world with me in which we won’t even consider that this is a new character who has not been introduced yet ( jokes on me because change2561 would pull this type of thing).

Now we need to narrow down the pool of candidates from our currently known characters. Obviously if our Prison throuple of Kenta, Winner and Dean are out of prison and spying on the X-Hunter squad we can safely assume the person who got them out isn’t likely to be in the inner circle of the X-Hunter team, so we can safely disregard Babe, Charlie, Alan, Jeff, North, Sonic, and Kim. Now we have three players in the running- Way, Pete and Tony.

So let’s get to narrowing this down, behold Exhibit A

Our man in black stays out of focus for most of the clip, but from what we can see it seems that this man is dressed in a suit and as we never see Way ever dressed in those types of clothes the whole season I think it’s fair to also vote him off the Island.

Now to our final two candidates, it’s time to analyse some heights baby!!! We are going to use Kenta as a control subject, height wise, for this as he is the most likely of the prison throuple to have had scenes with both the remaining candidates.

So let’s start with Tony, it’s ridiculously difficult to get shots of these two together where Kenta isn’t half a mile behind and throwing off the perspective because of that, but I tried my best.

As you can see from these over the shoulder shots, Tony and Kenta’s eye level looks to be about the same, with them being almost exactly the same height ( Tony being slightly taller at a push). With this shot also confirming that they are very similar in height to each other.

Moving onto Pete, we can see that our baby boys have a bit of a height difference, with Kenta being the shorter of the two. His eyeline whenever talking to Pete is directed upward.

Now let’s head back to the original shot of the mystery man’s back and use our new found knowledge, and attempt to solve this by using the ancient scientific method of drawing lines on pictures.

As Winner isn’t standing at full height I’m disregarding him from the experiment, much like I wish I could disregard him from the narrative completely.

So let’s draw onto our screenshot where Kenta and Dean’s eyeline should land if they were looking at someone that was of similar height to them.

And now let’s draw where their actual eyeline ends up, taking into consideration where our mystery man’s shoulders are to give us a rough estimate of where their eyeline should land if they were looking at his face, which they are.

Now as you can see from my totally foolproof scientific method, both of their eyelines are pointed slightly upward indicating that the person on the other side of the gate is taller than both Kenta and Dean. Now there is only one of our candidates who is taller than Kenta and that leaves us with only on option left… Pete.

I rest my case.

( Also just on the logical side, why would Tony get the man who betrayed him and stabbed him out of jail, like that makes no narrative sense)

#I have half a science degree and I’m not afraid to use it #I will take no constructive criticism at this time #only my Nobel prize #you’re damn right I’ll try and shoehorn in PeteKenta crumbs to the trailer #pit babe the series #pit babe series 2 #meta post #my meta posts

[hannahssimblr]

“What?”

“I said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,” I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, “There, I was there.”

She looks at it, then me, but says nothing. 

“You can still see my shoulder.”

“Yeah.”

“You tore me out of it.”

Again, nothing. 

I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesn’t, she just stands there chewing on her lip. 

I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, “Why did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.”

“Yeah,”

“And later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,” I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, “It was a great day.”

“Yeah it was nice, we had fun.” She won’t meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.

“What, Michelle? I don’t get it. What did I do that was so horrible?”

She scoffs and turns away. 

“C’mon, just tell me. I’ve had enough of all this bullshit between us, I’m serious. What is it?”

“Oh come on.”

“No, what?” I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, “What?” 

“My God, you’re awful,” she hisses, “Why do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because you’re all single and sad again?”

“What are you on about?”

“You already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.”

“No! I don’t know!”

“Oh cop on,” She slaps my hand off her, “That stuff with Holly, you just don’t remember? That’s convenient.”

“Holly?”

“Oh my God,” she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, “What did Holly say to you?”

Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I don’t budge. “Tell me!” 

“That you don’t fancy me,” she grinds out, “and that I’m not even pretty.”

I hesitate. 

She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, “See, you don’t even deny it.”

“Yeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!” she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, “I didn’t mean it, she just didn’t get it, the way it wasn’t like that between us, but I don’t know why she told you that.”

“It’s because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didn’t fancy me back.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You didn’t, you fancied Holly.” 

I sigh, “Holly was… everyone expected that of me.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“She liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because it’d be the most normal thing to do.”

“Oh my God, that’s ridiculous.”

“Yeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I don’t know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didn’t want to risk ruining it.”

“Well obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.”

“I never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts… she told me I couldn’t have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didn’t even like the movie she took me to see,” my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, “It was actually so shit.”

Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, “You read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.”

“No, I didn’t- I skimmed- I barely read it.”

She reels back like I’ve spit in her face, “Is that supposed to be better?”

I don’t answer. 

“‘Dear Jude,’” She recites, “‘Happy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! You’re so nice and funny and talented, I’m glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they don’t show up on the page, but I couldn’t exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because you’re an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.’” She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasn’t such a fucking idiot. 

“I remember the cowboy cat comic,” I mutter, “Do you still have it?”

It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, “No, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.”

“Heartbroken?” A bit dramatic, surely. 

“Yeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.”

“That’s not fair, I didn’t. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.” 

“Yeah, I wonder why.”

“Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“So stubborn. You can't let this go.”

“Uh! Yeah! Because it’s humiliating.”

“What is? That you fancied me?”

She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, “did you know?”

“About you-”

“Yes.”

I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings. 

“No, I had no idea,” I say. 

Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations. 

“Hey, look at me.”

“No.”

I sigh, “Look, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. That’s why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.”

“Oh, come on, that’s the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that they’ll let you borrow their homework or something.”

“I really did!”

“You used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!”

“Yeah! That’s how you show a girl you fancy her when you’re twelve!”

Her laugh is humourless, “Please.”

“I’m telling you I did,” I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons I’m not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. “And if I wasn’t so stupid I might have done something about it.”

“Too late.”

“It’s not.”

I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.

My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window. 

“Do you want to stop?” I say, and she shakes her head. 

“No.”

And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender. 

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#lucky boy 2009 #last post! #omg! #SO EXCITED FOR 2010 YOU HAVE NO IDEA #anyway behind the scenes: originally Jude murdered the jellyfish in a very calculated and cold blooded way but I felt it was too harsh #even though it was based on something i directly witnessed on a beach when i was a kid #and i felt like the jellyfish kind of deserved it sorry #i got stung on my thigh when i was 9 and it sucked so bad #Youtube

[stevenrogered]

ONE DAY ↳book > screen 

Of course leaving now would mean that he would never see her again. He wondered if she would mind, and presumed she would: they usually did. But would he mind?

He examined her face as she slept. There was no denying that her face- well, her face was a wonder.

#one day #one day netflix #onedayedit #emma morley #dexter mayhew #leo woodall #ambika mod #bts one day #one day spoilers #tvedit #romancegifs #netflixedit #netflix #mystuff #one day tv #leo woodall the man you are #what would you do if someone who looked like that looked at you like THAT #the face on this man is actually ridiculous #why does he have such nice eyelashes #anyway please join me in thirsting over leo woodall in the tags #i want to read it lol

[darlenicy]

and now just imagine, what would have happened if Riven just CALLED Darcy.

Riven: Hi Darcy, I got amazing news uwu Darcy: Ah, nice. What's it? Riven: Looks like Bloom ditched Sky! Darcy: Haha lol, what a victim. Riven: I always said that. uwu So how are you doing? Darcy: Busy, taking over the world. Call you back later. Riven: Do whatever you like, honey. See you later, bye <3

But instead, he went head over heels to cloud tower and gets ditched himself. 🤦‍♀️ A scene, I am not happy with but I'll focus on that in the next post in detail.

#like in DETAIL #very much detail #riven is such an idiot but i love him #like he thinks he has the BEST news ever and wants to tell his waifu face to face #that's actually so cute. he's dumbass in love #and you can't tell me his only reason he did not call or do the mental thing is because sky just used his phone #riven: what? sky called bloom? pffff how ridiculous! I go to SEE my gf like a REAL man - where's my flying motorcycle? #winx riven #winx darcy #riven x darcy #darcy x riven #darven #winx riven darcy #winx season 1 #1x19 #winx incorrect quotes #leni watches winx #driven #winx #winx club

[hybrix-hijinx]

This is related to absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing whatsoever.

#vat7k #varigo #hugo vat7k #varian tts #detective varian stone(tm) #so happy to be able to give Hugo the Milo Thatch face #it was an accident but man it was a happy one #also theyre both supposed to look A Little Ridiculous btw #esp varian bc man. That hat says Something #more like screaming #its screaming...something. #also sorry for varians skintone ;; i could tell my laptop was abt to crash so I just yoinked it from a reference sheet that #clearly #does not fit my color choices #also i know these outfits have a. style to them?? idk what youd call it. but they arent based on anything in particular #i pulled some inspiration from Varian out of mens met gala looks but for Hugo my brain went 'hng tiddy window' ! #and promptly stopped working #god ok didnt mean to leave yall a novel in the tags #maybe if im going to do that i should actually get going on what this is for lmao

[highlifeboat]

*kicks in door* TRASH FATHER, WHAT IS YOUR WISDOM? (I saw the "speak garbage" tag and yeah, opportunity found) (Move over Heisenberg, we've got Boat)

Any ship is a popular ship if you're deranged enough about it

And no matter what you think of your own work, there's always somebody who'll see it and go "Fuck yeah that's good shit right there."

#me shipping the most obscure and ridiculous things known to man because I'm a normal human being with normal ideas: They are popular to me #zia might be by only non rare-pair ship actually #i think #well actually the daughters/OCs is also popular #but like my ships with sarah are definitely my most obscure because only a fool crosses over hocus pocus and resident evil #on the other hand sarah/daniela(/maximus) is adorable #and sarah/mia is... also adorable and fun so y'know #it's my blog i'll ship what i want /lh hj #sarah deserves a lover tbh they haven't gotten any action since 1693. like get this girl some dick. or pussy. or both they probably don't #don't care #they just wanna have passionate love making with their partner's face in their neck and be praised n whatever y'know #(i am implying sarah has a praise kink because of course they do. like i dont have time right now but i need to talk about that) #sorry for the ramble #i like talking nonsense into the void pff #asks #coleblackblood

[running-in-the-dark]

oh, I see. it's one of those nights.

#going insane going insane going insane #too many men in my head and they're all the same guy but not but #uhgghh I need to stop looking at him but I can't and he's so beautiful and I'm so unbelievably stupid #no thoughts in my head just him #and him and him #the three of them #stupid idiot guys with their same stupid pretty face and uggh I hate them #and by hate I mean want oh my god I want them so bad I'm losing my mind #other people are beautiful too! why can't I be normal about this?? why does this need to happen #just. be like. oh hey he's hot I'd fuck him. and move on. like a normal person #nooo it's got to be literal months of me getting increasingly stupid until there's nothing left of my brain because it's all been replaced #by tiny versions of him #it's literally FINE. #people are attracted to people literally all the fukcing time why can't I be normal about this oh my god this is so humiliating #BUT I can't keep it in my mind or my head will explode and for some reason that would be bad. apparently. #AND why can't I just think he's hot??? WHY does it have to become my entire personality?? what do I like? oh him of course. no like what are #my hobbies? oh looking at him and painting him and thinking about him. NO besides that - umm there IS nothing besides that actually?? I've #never had an interest in my life and I don't even know what you mean 🙄 I sit here and think about a man (now it's three of them but #whatever) #what else would there be 🙄🙄🙄🙄 ridiculous. #ugh why can't I just be really fully completely ace? this is so unnecessary I don't want it it's horrible 😫 #except it's not its the best it's fucking incredible because I think about his face and it's like I'm seeing everything and it all makes #sense finally and why would anything else ever matter again #oh my GOD dude if I could hear myself right now. I'd be so embarrassed. but I can't because there's just a billion tiny eliots and alexes #and jacobs in my head and that's all there is #man maybe I should start doing drugs or start drinking again #okay whatever *goes back to watching the librarians and giggling like a maniac every time I see him* #ugh he's wearing a cute jacket and I need to hug him so bad oh my god it's killing meee. soft soft soft. must touch. ugggh

[fvckmyaesthetic]

#i wish so much of my life wasn’t defined by shit that happened when I was 16 fucking years old #but here I am. just turned 21 and all I can think about is shit from five years ago #i just want to be my own person and to feel comfortable around other people #but everyone is in such a hurry to fall in love and declare their lifelong feelings for each other #i don’t even feel attraction to people. i just want someone to hold me #i want someone to support me through my shit so I don’t feel like I have to face it alone all of the time #i just want a nice comfortable hug to come home to at the end of a long day #and someone to sit with while we watch a show together to relax. even if we don’t actually say anything to each other #i don’t want to think about my whole life or the future ahead. i just want some sense of comfort that I am not alone every day #that sense of comfort you get when you look stupid and ridiculous but your rave camping neighbor asks you to kiss them #and you say yes because it’s their yearly tradition and you’re happy to help. but that’s the most nervous and most loved you’ve felt in a + #+ Minute. and now it’s just a core memory that you think about when things are shitty #man I just want a hug. why is that so hard. and why do I always have to be the strong stable one in the hug? #i want to feel like it’s okay to fall apart and finally get the support and comfort that I need #it’s too hard holding everyone else up all the time. i just want someone to hold me #i don’t know if I will ever love anyone but I just want to feel Close to someone. like I’m not in it alone. why is it So Hard to ask for a+ #+simple little hug in life. it shouldn’t be so hard and yet here I am. sad and alone and I will probably always be this way

[kendallroygf]

i hope kendall roy puts on a one woman show next ep. liek genuinely. please. it’d be like SHE-cago for nicotine addicts

#kendall in a pilgrim outfit for some reason: In The Beginning there was GOD [picture of Logan’s face] and god created MAN🌈🌈🌈 #kendall two hours later: but thy website is not queer father only a portfolio of digital brand and media content… #kendall 30 minutes later now wearing daisy dukes: but dadddyyyy i don’t wanna work on the farm no more !!!!! #i think it’s so egregiously bad that it’s camp and it circles back into being actually good #this is so ridiculous but thinking abt this has brought me so much joy

[draculasbane]

.

#man i dont think ill ever forget that time one of my tweets blew up so much on twt in 2020 that some random ass person put it in an article #MIND YOU they didnt ask me if they could & the post had my FACE in it #i was already getting too much attention and hate on the post anyways it was fucking wild like that was insane #i think ive had too many traumatic experiences as a black artist online LMFAO LIKE PLS rly thinking man like is it worth it 🫡🥲😂 #i never got misgendered that much online too like bruh it was actually ridiculous #idk how other black creatives online who have massive follower counts do it man

[coldflasher]

me getting my silly little hopes up about maybe meeting grant at one of the cons i’m going to next year only to learn that they 100% will not even try to book him because apparently the last time the con organizer was in contact with his manager, the going rate for a photo op and autograph package with grant was £130... each... 

call me insane because i would 100% pay that, zero questions asked, but ANYWAY, time to tuck my sad little dreams to bed

#funnily enough i am not invested in grant as a person whatsoever #i don't even follow him on instagram lmao #i try not to keep up with the actual actors bc there lies madness and mess. real people fandoms are. yeah. been there. done that. #mistakes were made #but meeting him would be the closest i would ever get to meeting the love of my life bartholomew henry allen :((( #realistically i knew it was never gonna happen in a million years but im still sad to have it confirmed #also the guy who runs the cons is scary as FUCK idk how people are willing to square up to him about this stuff #like i get it because people are annoying and their wishlists for guests are honestly silly #but DAMN he's so mean #he walked past me at the con and i was legit more scared of him than i was of any of the lot cast... #remember when i still had the cold gun strapped to my leg in my photos because i legit couldn't get it off #and guns are NOT allowed in the photo ops #i was fully waiting for him to come and rip it off my leg and beat me up with it. the man is SO SCARY #anyway my friend and i were talking about the con and i jokingly (but half srs) said it'd be funny if he invited the guy who plays mr parker #also not unrealistic cos im sure he wouldn't charge a ridiculous fee either #and my friend was like oh you should ask *con organiser name* to invite him! #[not saying his name in case he crawls out of my laptop screen like the girl from the ring and eats my face. DID I MENTION HE SCARES ME] #anyway i was like are you kidding i would not ask that man for a glass of water if i was on fire #HE'S SCARY AS SHIT. I'D BE SCARED HE'D FIGHT ME FOR EVEN HAVING THE AUDACITY #anyway no grant. which proooobably means no candice either. not that i'd blame her cos so many fans have treated her like shit #sigh. my dreams. they are dust in the wind #funnily enough a bunch of people have suggested wentworth for the lot event which. listen. you KNOW i would gnaw my own arm off #but again i think it's HIGHLY unlikely #idk we may not even go to the main arrowverse event. it depends on who the guests are cos we're so behind on half the shows #but we're defo going to legends. we got gold tickets. we don't even know who's going. not a single guest has been announced #we did not give a fig. we bought tickets the minute they went on sale. THE EXACT MINUTE #we legit joked that if we aren't ticket holders 1 and 2 that we will be shocked and bamboozled

[gio-cosmo]

Splatfest time again!! I’m really looking forward to this one, especially since I was so busy playing Persona 3 Reload during the last splatfest that I barely participated lol.

I’ll be going with team keyboard, although tbh I’d love to be able to play any instrument at all. I’ve always loved instruments/music, but could never quite get the knack for reading sheet music or doing pretty anything instrument related like at all lmfaooo. I took band back in middle school and chose to play the bassoon, which was incredibly difficult and also very heavy. Having to lug it to band class was such a production, the case was so huge and sometimes I’d accidentally knock people over 😞😞 I never actually learned how to play it and would just pretend to play notes. Two years I did that. Don’t even know how I managed to pass the class.

ANYWAYS…team keyboard yippie

#i never actually learned how to play the bassoon but it’s still my favorite instrument ever #I get ridiculously excited whenever I see a bassoon player bc it’s such an underrated instrument #if I had the money I’d try to start over and learn again (actually paying attention this time around lmfaoo) but alas #if I won the lottery I’d start paying for SO many musical lessons #a core memory of mine is playing at a school assembly w my band class in the bleachers and a basketball flying directly into my face ☺️ #ahhh band class if only I’d actually put effort into my studies back then… #why do I sound like an old man 💀 ​“if only I studied back in my younger years oh so long ago 👴’’ I only graduated last year 😭 #“if only I was as wise as I am now 👴’’ as if I’m not permanently unemployed #LMAOO #ANYWAYYYYSSSSS SPLATFEST TIME #YAY #splatoon #splatoon 3

[holli-flower]

Gaaahhh I remember just being so goddamn nervous but so excited having the video pulled up waiting for it to start, I recorded my reaction to it too like gaaahh I was so happy and so proud of him he was so beautiful, just a baby deer :,))) I remember the joy everyone was experiencing and just OHHHHHHH IM SO EMOTIONAL😭😭😭😭

#I was literally shaking so goddamn bad like it was crazy #and then when he like actually face revealed MY FACE WAS SO RIDICULOUS LIKE #I COULD NOT SHUT MY MOUTH😭 #like it took me so long to like comprehend that I was seeing him for the first time #like my brain took SOO long to connect his voice to the man speaking #but omgggg my babbyyy ☹️☹️☹️ #I literally remeber being so nervous and excited that I didn’t even fully comprehend everything he was saying #so I had to go back and re watch😭 #BRO YOU CAN LITERALLY HEAR HIM TALKING ABOUT THE FBI AND THE HORRIBLE SITUATION HE WAS PUT THROUGH #AND IM JUST OVER HERE JUST STARING AT HIM AND TELLING THE CAMERA HOW I WAS IN SHOCK #I WAS NOT LISTENING TO A WORD HE WAS SAYING😭💀💀