#this sounds like a joke but ive read at least two of them

[ellecdc]

Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it. 

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy. 

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail. 

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm. 

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness. 

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily. 

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud. 

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head. 

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face. 

“Tosser.” James grumbled. 

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you. 

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content. 

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James. 

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything. 

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #regulus deserved better #poly!moonwater #poly!moonwater x reader #poly!moonwater x you #poly!moonseeker #poly!moonseeker x reader #poly!moonseeker x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #remus lupin x regulus black #Sirius Black being everyone's big brother #ellecdc fics

[aziraphales-library]

hello mods!! ive just read a fic called ''curve of old bones'' and ''snow angel'' i believe it was called and was wondering what fic you can recommend me to read that follows the themes of fake dating/ enemies to friends to lover/ pining whilst fucking sorta thing???

Hey, we have tags for everything you're asking for! #fake/pretend relationship, #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers, #pining while fucking. As pining while fucking only has two posts, here are some more to add...

Curses foiled again by hapax (E)

To be blunt: in order to return to tip-top condition, Aziraphale was going to have to get laid. And the angel had spent almost six thousand years of his existence among humans assiduously avoiding anything of the sort. Aziraphale turns to his hereditary enemy for assistance with a particularly pesky curse. After all, it’s not like a demon has any feelings that might be involved.

Ambrosia by pilatesandpinot (E)

Those damn aphrodisiacs. They chatted as they soaked in the water, Crowley ate from a platter of fruit, hoping the sugar from them would somehow cure his sudden lightheadedness, as the blood in his head was probably pumping down to his groin, and get rid of the heated feeling in his abdomen, while Aziraphale lathered her arms and shoulders with oil. When she moved down to her breasts and tummy, she leaned back a bit, slowly and carefully cupping herself and making a small little hum sound as she rubbed her belly. Crowley had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning, watching the glisten of the angel’s skin, the warm glow she seemed to be emitting, her lush and curvy body sitting comfortably in the water. He was indeed fucked. ------------------------------ Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters at Petronius's, and soon learn while visiting the bath house afterwards why oysters are one of Aphrodite's favorite foods.

May My Teaching Drop as the Rain by Dee_Morris (E)

Several people on Twitter have commented that there isn't enough Ineffable Tutors content out there, and I have to agree. The book doesn't go into very much detail about what Cortese and Harrison get up to in the years they spend educating young Warlock, and as a fic writer there's nothing as much fun as a blank space to play in. I expect that the stories in this series will more or less stand alone, but I'll add notes and recaps where I think it's necessary. These will mostly be light-hearted horny adventures with little to no angst. Tags may change or be added as I write more stories.

Out There by snae_b (E)

Small town paper, small town news, and Aziraphale always gets stuck with the shit stories. Strange lights in the desert? Aziraphale might as well be writing about el Chupacabra. Again. At least his source is cute, even if he is a little out there.

The Arrangement by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are set up on a blind date as a joke by their respective housemates. They decide to get their own back and call everybody's bluff by *gasp* fake dating!

Craving by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

“You want me to pay for it.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” His assistant said, entirely unimpressed by the fact that he could fire her. “You said-” “I said that it would probably be a good idea for you to get some, and if you can’t be bothered to do it the normal way, that there are professional options. And then I said that if you’d like, I could recommend someone.” --- He called the fucking number. He didn’t know why – okay, he did, he was an idiot, tipsy, lonely, and horny – but he called the damn number. --- Even just looking at the blonde’s profile, he felt a twinge in his gut. Blonde curls indeed – over features that revealed the other man’s age, light eyes, and a cute, upturned nose. Slim lips, currently curved in a smile for the bartender. Crowley studied the rest of him too – a bit of chub, not enough to be fat, but definitely dad-bod territory. He sighed softly, wondering what sort of witch Anathema was, because she had been spot on about this guy being his type. He didn’t even need to see the large hands or plush thighs to make up his mind – this… this could work.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #pining while fucking #human au #mod d

[indouloureux]

how are u love? I dont know if you saw the pictures and videos of joseph and jamie in brazil (I just saw them and I'm SCREAMING) but could you write something based on that? like joseph x costar!reader?

ps: you're amazing and I LOVE that you write for Joseph sm and you do it SO WELL

HI IM GOOD YES i saw their pics from brazil and i went absolutely feral!!! tysm for reading my works ily !! 🫶 hope you enjoy this

side note: a couple of you guys sent in requests and im sorry if im unable to post it sooner. i promise i will get to them and i absolutely love your ideas!!! i also sincerely apologize if the fonts are small im writing the blurbs on my phone and ive yet to figure out how to put "read more".

brazil is really pretty, and so is the smile on his face.

his white dress shirt hangs perfectly around his frame, but his grey blazer is missing and is instead draped over your shoulders, an offer he'd done out of worry.

even so, joseph's got an arm around your waist, holding a drink in his hand that he so carelessly waves around as he talks to people though not spilling it on anyone else. his laugh is bright and a bit drunk, but it's still contagious nonetheless.

"hey," he murmurs in your ear. "i bet you twenty dollars i get at least more than fifteen questions about what my vecna song is, deal?"

you snort, gyrating your wrist to swirl your drink. "why? did the question reach brazil?"

"i can't tell you how many times i've said the words up and down by venga boys. it's a lot more than the amount of wrong theories i saw about volume two."

joseph beams at your smile, and as much as he wants to place a kiss on your temple, he's too shy to do so in a public place. "alright. and if it's not more than fifteen, i get the twenty dollars?"

"twenty dollars and a kiss," he offers. "only because i haven't kissed you since this morning and i've been taking it out on this glass."

"eugh," you turn away from him. "gross,"

"it's true," joseph removes his arm from around your waist, only to step in front of you so you'd look at him. "when you were at the toilet i've been mouthing my drink."

"jesus, joseph."

"and mary," he smiles at you, comes back to his original position where he slots himself at your side with a hand around your back in a kind possessive manner. "no one has actually asked you what your vecna song is, though,"

"i'd rather not answer than when yours sounds like a kids bop music at a child's birthday party," you playfully clink your glass with his. joseph wrinkles his nose and opens his mouth in a silent gasp, feigning offense at your joke.

"my, how rude! i've never judged you for listening to doja cat for a whole week when she tweeted about me," joseph squints his eyes at you.

"it's my way of coping. a hot girl flirts with my boyfriend and then what?" you shake your head at him. joseph smiles, and he's really fighting the urge not to kiss you. "plus her music's good. you should try listening to it instead of dancing to venga boys every morning."

"never disrespect up and down like that," he scoffs. his hand reaches out to play with the sleeves of the blazer around your shoulder, and you find yourself tracing the curve of his chain.

"yeah yeah, whatever."

"oh, here comes another one," finally, he steals a quick peck on your temple, hand sinking deeper into your waist. "prepare to lose twenty dollars, darling."

would very much appreciate feedback and reblogs!! <3

#joseph quinn blurb #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn #requests #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction

[feyascorner]

please skip this if you don't want to read me being a sap 😭 it's not about astarion (ik very surprising!) but about my personal life

I'd rather not go into specifics but, I've worked very hard for something in my life and the results are not as expected. And by hard I mean I skipped everything else others are doing at my age to pursue this goal, spent countless nights just sobbing, and lost a lot of what I loved and things just ugh…everyone else around me seems to be doing a lot better with their luck and as happy as I am for them (because they really do all deserve it!!!!), I'm also sad because things aren't working out as much for myself 🫠

Im trying to remain optimistic but it's very very hard. I have a history of completely shutting everything out for months if things get too bad and I'm hoping it doesn't get to that point because it's very damaging 😞

Id talk to my friends about this but they don't take me very seriously because I'm always joking around so I have no idea how to cope but spill my feelings onto this silly blog bec at least here people won't judge me for this!!!

I'm just getting very hopeless about everything and it’s also reflecting on my hobbies!! Like this blog and other aspects of my life, it's a lot harder to do things but it’s also the only things that bring me joy so it’s just a repetitive cycle����

I hope this doesn't sound like I'm asking for pity, because I'm not!!! I really just don't have an outlet for things like this and I'd rather not just bottle it up until everything comes down ten times worse 🫠 ive already lashed out at two people and I felt so bad about it after when apologizing and I'd rather it not happen again!!

For anyone who's going through something similar or just aren't feeling their best please know you are not alone!!! Life sucks sometimes but there is joy in it too! Like this blog and my thousands of other social media platforms, games, and hobbies I like to take up :) and as corny as it sounds this game and this character really do make me feel better 😭 seeing people react to what I write and interacting with random people on the internet truly does make my day and makes me forget what’s happening in my actual life :)

so genuinely, thank you all for being here ❤️

#feyascorner

[oceanlipgloss]

10.1.2024

—nsfw

I just wrapped up Chapter 3 and started Chapter 4, and THERE'S AN H-SCENE RIGHT AFTER THE FIRST STORY. It's going to be Bimet's. It has to be. I can feel it in my bones Belial is still being treated in the hospital and no other demons were introduced or are likely to show up rn anyways so it only makes sense (edit 1: IT'S BIMETTTTTT)

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intro: hehe looks pretty unhinged to me I'm taking this to mean that Bimet goes from being poised to using a couple of brain cells oui, sounds good to me And! I really like how his irises are the shade of molten gold. I love his design, period the character design in this game is perfection overall God bless fr

update I: Satan, Sitri, and Ppyong being jealous cuties annoyed with Mammon? Aw yiss <3

update II: Bimet is blushing ALREADY, and he's almost begging MC to let him 'help' her. Goddamn, bro, have some dignity lol humour and jokes aside, though, Bimet is very much about materialism, so such behaviour makes perfect sense and is expected of him. I like the realistic take on it i.e. money and riches would make him do anything, that kind of thing. He also seems to have become VERY fascinated with MC after Mammon made her his master

update III: yup, MC either stands there butt naked, crawls under the covers or cloaks herself and turns into a reaper. And given what's about to happen, just imagining her sitting on the edge of the bed huddled up like an old lady is comical to say the least lmao

update IV: kneel, before your queen aaand he knelt I have a weird feeling about that

update V: yeah hon, I figured as much does that mean Mammon used to be the one that aroused him most? I also find his wording interesting, particularly the 'owned his Majesty Mammon' part, as it suggests that he may view living beings—and now even his very own king—as another 'brand' of possessions. Look at his face though, the man is gonna snap snapped like a button off a shirt

update VI: run for it, MC he totally lost it lmao it's all at once intriguing, sort of hot and funny to see him act like this. He always carries himself so elegantly and speaks with such sophistication, yet he's so worked up rn that he's basically functioning with half a brain

update VII: why are his eyes bloodshot and why is he acting like a cat and why do I feel like he's this close to holding her foot and kissing her toes or worse pls don't do that she hasn't even cleaned them

update VIII: he seems to get off on the idea of serving her, but if I'm being honest, I don't like the idea of someone viewing themselves as a servant to the other. It feels degrading no matter how I look at it. However! This is merely my 'humane' voice talking, if you will, because taking into account Bimet's Timophilia and the way in which he thinks makes this such an excellent take on his scene and the very foundation of it—it's smartly dark and perfectly in character. I appreciate that a lot and enjoy the twisted tinge to it. With that being said, let me continue reading and see what he plans on doing next I can guess

update IX: ...I really saw that coming from a mile away, huh? NOW he's going to lick or suck them, isn't he?

update X: STOP THAT THIS INSTANT, BIMET. SHE DIDN'T EVEN WASH HER FEET BEFORE THIS I TELL YOU Hands? Sexy. No offense though, I can't see what about feet is...exciting. I understand that feet to some people are like abs to others, but...yeah

update XI: MC is the master of two rich men now congrats

update XII: I'm going to passionately ignore the first part of this extremely unholy sentence and say that him placing her leg on his shoulder is HOT ASF I may or may not have a thing for that

update XIII: slurp slurp squish squish flashbacks is this wording style dedicated to Mammon and his subordinates or something? lol And it seems like Tartaros's devils are fond of slurping sipping from MC's swimming pool the fuck did I just say

update XIV: she's holding his horns for support YESSSS the horns, guys, the handles hornssss and pls look at him iswtg he's losing it

update XV: I CANNOT TAKE IT WHEN TOUCHING THEIR HORNS MESSES THEM UP IT MAKES ME GO WILD

update XVI: sexy slippery things horns pffff MC tho? Girl genuinely needs a floatie or two like how tf does she keep getting even wetter how is she anatomically built? Does her water source know no end?

update XVII: at first glance it seems like he's throwing shade, but logically, this is his way of telling her that he was prepping her for the stick what's next ik he's doing this because she's his master and he would kill to be her servant but that was considerate of him, so good job ig lol ngl though this is such a funny sentence, it comes off both as a roast AND a 'kindness'

update XVIII: fuckkk something about them taking their clothes off as she watches is mmm look another kink

update XIX: someone tell him that MC isn't the CEO of the universe this is hot in a weird makes-the-heart-flutter kind of way And: "so 'this' is yours as well" damn, even his dick I mean his hot object no, his thing belongs to MC now hallelujah

update XX: I really like Bimet, but this has got to be the funniest sex scene I've ever read because I assure you, I am NOT taking it very seriously lmao

update XXI: broooo this is so silly-dramatic it's like a comedy sketch omg lol and MC—as per usual—judges and deduces as she gets railed are u not affected at all

update XXII: boy looks half-crazed And it's obvious from his sprite but wow is he fucking RIPPED which carving knife did God use to chisel that body, honey? her feet look cursed tho ngl I'm also trying to figure out the physics and anatomy behind how he managed to rail her while she was still sitting on the edge of the bed because he JUST entirely moved her on top of the bed and I'm like, eh???

update XXIII: MC is dying going to pieces that's more like it

update XXIV: that's sexy, Bimet

update XXV: yes yes yes. YES. That's what I'm talking about. I love the change in his mood and attitude. At the moment, Bimet wants MC because to him, she's currently 'richer' than Mammon himself, but if Mammon were to no longer belong to her, Bimet would not want her like this anymore. It's so logical but fucked up and dark, which is why IT TICKLES MY FANCYYYY

update XXVI: something about how he's asking her to make sure that Mammon stays hers is making my heart flip because it's almost like he's telling her 'I want to keep being aroused by you,' and I know that's messed up of him in a sense, but GOD IT'S HOT, IT'S SO HOT

update XXVII: the insults compliments keep on coming lmao he means that in a good way weird but okay (edit 2: he next says that 'it's a relief he can make her happy,' meaning these qualities of hers aid him in doing so)

update XXVIII: the others couldn't but he could. He's got power fr money power glory but really now, how come he was able to and the others weren't I'm curious am I missing something here

update XXIX: sjswjdsnjsns I LOVE that expression on him OH GOD speaking of expressions, I just remembered Satan's heart-eyes expression and fuck, it's SO CUTE and it makes me feel something

update XXX: MC made me think of that one yowling cat that goes 'nonononononono' also dude I am howling at these descriptions like PLS LMAO

update XXXI: this is a sweet gesture with unusual undertones. He cares about her in a delusional (in all honesty) and strange manner, but he doesn't quite like her for who she is like others do (i.e. Satan (my bby♡) and Mammon). Yet, he's giving her the first thing he ever considered to be his, and knowing his mentality, that's a big deal—it shows just how seriously he takes this no matter how funny it appears to be. But not him describing Solomon as a saucy man lmao love that saucy must be a hereditary trait I'm also very fond of the concept of giving someone something and asking them to give it back one day with an arrogant expression and saucy words, of course it's such a sentimental concept that has a tint of mystery to it.

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+note: I mentioned this earlier, but the way Bimet's Timophilia was handled was smart and very proportionate to his character. I just have a note on Bimet's character, specifically in the final part of the scene.

I'm going to say that while Bimet really enjoys serving MC, I don't approve of how he talks about himself as though he's an object and not a living being (i.e. by saying 'if you feel like I have value'). There's dark beauty to this theme, and it's so damn good it feeds my love for the twisted things lol more importantly, that's just how Bimet's mind often works: materialistically, so he doesn't have an issue with referring to himself that way.

From a sound perspective, though, it's sad that he holds such a view, because in reality he is neither an item to be used nor a servant; also, MC being Solomon's descendant, as well as Bimet quite literally believing the delusion that she's the richest person in the world, both don't mean that MC has the right to weigh anyone's value—that's not to say she will do so—no matter how much he believes that she does.

However, this is a HUGE compliment on my part. What I'm saying is, it's on par with who Bimet is and how he thinks. Basically, it's these themes and mangled aspects to the characters that play a great part in making this entire game such a refreshing pleasure. I really hope it stays that way.

#what in hell is bad bimet #whb bimet #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #what in hell is bad diaries #whb

[hanasnx]

Imma jus keep flooding your ask box bec that's just how I am🏃🏾‍♀️ but this tiktok has me thinking.... imagine an au where anakin is a mandalorian...??? Like hear me out on that😮‍💨😩

Love the og mando but it can always be better with my fave Skywalker </3

link

hello vana! can you pls tell me your secret as to how your asks live rent free in my head???? you are welcome to flood my inbox anytime

im not joking. this one and the last one ive thought of periodically since i read them

i found this post a bit ago of mando!anakin <3 thought youd like it: mandalorian fanart link

☥ i have a huge suit and mask kink if you cant tell already im a mess over dudes in full head to toe gear bonus points if theyre stoic and only speak when absolutely necessary. fucking delicious i eat it up everytime.

☥ anakin’s canon personality kinda fits with that of mando from the show. gravely serious, quiet and calculative in strategic situations, no patience for nonsense, acquires a child and- after fighting the decision- grows attached to it, fierce loyalty to his family.

☥ mando’s armor is so fucking hot oh my fucking god i want him to do me with the helmet on and then imagining anakin underneath it all>???? i feel faint.

☥ imagine him being a bounty hunter eeeeeee

☥ like you two come across each other like you were sitting at the bar and he comes up to talk to the bartender if she’s seen a certain face around. you love the sound of his voice omffmggm, you can tell theres a slight mod to it and it just adds to the rasp. the bartender asks him to wait a second while she goes to the back. so you turn on the charm,

“bounty hunter?”

he pivots his head, marginally. and gives a single slow nod. you smile at him, down your drink.

“big fan of bounty hunters, one time a hunter saved my sister. would love to buy you a drink.”

“can’t. working.”

“afterwards? we both know you’re gonna catch that sleazebag you’re tracking. you look like the type that doesn’t stop til he gets what he wants, right?”

oh, how right you were.

he doesn’t say anything, so you assume it’s not a no. “mandalorian armor… would love to know what you look like under it all.” generously, you eyes travel him from boots to helmet.

“how do you know i’m not one of those guys that’s vowed to keep the helmet on?”

finally, a sentence. you must’ve caught his attention. “i wouldn’t mind that.” your ambiguous flirt left room to his imagination. having implied that it didn’t matter if he kept the helmet on, just as long as you got to see his cock pistoning into you. that was a little too forward for this kind of interaction.

he bows his head, and you envision the way he must be looking at you through his brows. either intrigued or appalled. the guessing game thrills you to say the least.

you point out his mark to him, behind the two of you, sucking on the neck of a twi’lek. “you owe me, hunter.” it was a harmless joke.

the twinkling of a couple credits sounds against the bar counter.

“for your next drink.” he answers your questioning glance.

☥ maybe by making your attraction to him apparent enough, he says fuck it, and after catching and collecting his bounty that very night, he comes back to the bar to see if you’re still there.

☥ maybe you somehow convince him to do you in the dark alley behind the disreputable bar. to your delight, he let you take off his helmet so he could fuck your mouth with his tongue while he slipped his cock out of the confines of his armor and fuck you for real. it’s not like his line of work allows for any time for himself, and the warmth of a willing woman is few and far in between. of course he melts into you once you say the right things. falls for how desperate and noisy your pussy is, slurping him up. sinking into your wet heat and panting into each others mouths.

☥ appearances didn’t matter to you much, and you were buzzed enough to not care. however, imagine your pleasant surprise to see someone so fucking pretty hiding underneath the mask.

☥ imagine yall start a fun little fwb relationship after this so he can fuck all his frustrations out using you <3

#kentovana #thanks for the msg!! #indy shoots the shit #anakin skywalker imagine #mando!anakin #anakin #anakin skywalker smut #reader insert #anakin skywalker x reader #x f!reader #au!anakin skywalker #x y/n

[lordstormageddidnt]

@cha0ticlesbian had this question on my last post:

Hi! Genuine question, I’m new to supernatural (I’m on season 4) and I can definitely see what people mean about dean and cas and obviously I know about the confession scene but I’m confused if it’s true that deans feeling are “up to interruption” or if he just doesn’t like him back? Also I’ve seen some people saying he’s like homophobic? Ive just really confused and dean is my favorite so I wanna know lol

So let's talk about that. Are Dean's feelings up to interpretation?

Simply put, yes.

Basically, in s15e18 "Despair", when Cas is giving his whole "I love you" speech, Dean doesn't say very much. At random intervals, he gives NPC-type comments* like "Why does this sound like a goodbye?" and "Don't do this, Cas". He does not ever say "I love you too" (unless you're watching the Spanish dubbed version, where he says exactly that).

On the surface, I know my friends (who only get their spn info from me holding them hostage in my discord server), took issue with the line "don't do this". They kind of read it as Dean not respecting Cas in Cas's final moments-- in their eyes, Dean didnt want Cas to confess because he's uncomfortable with Cas's feelings. But the speech isn't about Dean-- it's about Cas giving himself permission to be happy.

That line of thinking plus the past allegations of Jensen Ackles being homophobic is usually where people get the idea that Dean is homophobic. From what I can see, the "Dean is homophobic" is mostly part of the meme of the scene in general, and not something most people actually believe, but some people do genuinely believe he is homophobic. This belief is also supported by Dean's hypermasculine personality in general and the comments he makes; we never once see him outwardly homophobic to any of the openly queer SPN characters, but especially in earlier seasons, he makes jokes (like Sam being a girl because he has long hair) that you would expect someone homophobic to say.

I do think homophobic Dean a valid interpretation, but the logic kind of ignores some of the context of the scene.

For one, there's a moment after the confession where Dean gets a call from "Cas" (it's Lucifer) telling him that Cas is outside the Bunker and needs to be let out. Dean breaks into a sprint to get to the door, and I think this action speaks louder than words (or, lack thereof). Whether or not Dean reciprocates, he cares about Cas as a friend and he wants Cas to be alive again.

For two, when it comes to "don't do this", the more common interpretation is that Dean doesn't want Cas to sacrifice himself. Again, Cas starts the speech by explaning that he will die during his happiest moment, and then transitions into saying that confessing his love to Dean is his happiest moment. Dean doesn't want Castiel to defeat Billie by sacrificing himself.

As a destiel shipper, my interpretation of this scene is a slight variation of the previous one. In my general view of SPN, Dean has known he's in love with Cas since at least s11, and he's known Cas has loved him back for a while, but he's just never felt like it was the right time to start a relationship (constant apocalypses and everything) and he's worried that he'll screw it up. In my head, when he says "don't do this", it means more like "don't do this [love confession like this]". Like, Dean doesn't want their first ILYs* to be marred by the fact that Cas is sacrificing himself.

So, last question-- how do people read the scene as Dean liking Cas back when he never verbally reciprocates?

Some people see Dean's silence as him either not liking Cas back or not realizing he likes Cas back yet, but there's another option here. The reason Cas is dying is because he believes this is his happiest moment. His speech outright states that he believes Dean does not love him back ("the one thing I want is the thing I cannot have"). It's totally possible that Dean reciprocates, but in his mind, saying that really would trigger Cas's happiest moment. There are some great fix-it fics built on the premise of "Dean insults the sht outta Cas to spoil Cas's happiest moment and stop him from being taken by the Empty".

* okay last point. I wasn't sure where to insert this but I think it's insanely interesting. The scene in s15e18 is not actually the first time Cas tells Dean he loves him. In s12, there is an episode where Cas believes he is dying, and he says the line "I love you. I love all of you" to the small crowd of Dean, Sam, and Mary. NPC behavior from Dean ensues as he insists Cas isn't going to die without ever acknowledging the "I love you". The common interpretation is that the first ILY is for Dean, and the second ILY is Cas speaking to the Winchesters as a whole. Do with that as you will lol

Anyway, that's all I got :D thank you for the opportunity to rant about supernatural and feel free to ask me if you have any other questions!

#alfie #tayclown #destiel #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel's deal with the empty #red string era

[forest-falcon]

WIP Nearly-Wednesday!

💚💛 Fishtank fic! 🐟🖌️

I'm not sure how to tag this one...

❗Warnings for angst/whump/IVs. References Gordon having tried to treat his own injury to avoid hospital/smotherhens.

Only just rattled it off the top of my head so it's likely pants! 🙈

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"Bag of the house white, if you please, my good sir!"

Gordon presented his preferred arm as though he were about to receive a stamp at the nightclub.

A nitrile-gloved hand turned his arm over and began searching for a vein.

"Your veins are awful. Keep collapsing," Virgil grunted, tightening the tourniquet.

"Can you blame them? I feel like an inverted hedgehog the amount of needles you vampires keep trying to stick me with!"

"There."

Virgil hooked the saline on the stand, then rummaged for some IV paracetamol.

"I'll not leave my crunch bar wrappers in Two if you swap the saline for something good..."

Virgil silently flushed the drip.

"Rum! Rum is good."

"No."

Virgil faced away, leaning the majority of his weight on the side counter and inhaled deeply.

Gordon watched his brother's back, seemingly able to read Virgil's silent thought-process through the minor tells of his breathing and body language. Virgil simmered with the quiet anger that was infinitely more terrifying than flat out rage.

Any minute, any second now; Virgil's calm facade would fracture, and the tirade would begin.

And three, two, one...

"Besides, we're all out of rum."

Gordon blinked; surprised by the absent lecture.

The aquanaut tried to read the room, but Virgil's poker face was just too good, so he offered up an impish grin. It was an artform Alan and he had mastered to disarm any disgruntled older brother.

"You know what I'm gonna say, right?"

"But why's the rum gone?"

"Virg! You do listen! We'll make a pirate of you yet!"

Virgil was quietly tapping the medscanner; focussing it on Gordon's knee.

"Blackbeard! You grow this stubble out..."

Gordon prodded the Bear's chin, and Virgil's brows relayed his annoyance for him. Brother medic clearly making that mental note to shave later.

"Not happening Fish. There's only room for one pirate in this family."

"John?"

"No-wha?"

"C'mon...have you seen his movie collection?"

"He lives in space."

Virgil opened his mouth to argue, then seemingly tired of the conversation and returned to the scanner.

A high-pitched beep, and an image of Gordon's right knee hovered in the air before him.

"Jesu-

"-Check it out! I only need four more legs, then I'll be an octopus!" Gordon joked, in a last-ditch attempt to distract from the horror written on his brother's face.

"Four? Wait. No. It doesn't matter. You're not distracting me from this."

"Ehhh, worth a shot."

Virgil folded his arms. Stood straight, still heavy-booted; his brother cut a rather menacing figure when riled.

The wall of muscle spoke.

"How long?"

"Idunno." His answer was more sound than word.

"How. Long?"

Virgil wasn't even looking at him now. A sure sign that his medic brother was anticipating his answer.

"Hydrofoil."

Virgil threw his arms up then turned to face away.

The engineer stared out of the curved glass window, and his mutter was lost to the ocean - which was probably for the best.

Gordon focussed on steadying his breathing. Who knew you moved so much simply by breathing?

"The consultant said it's more prone to dislocating now," he offered by way of an explanation.

Virgil scoffed, then tapped on his watch.

"You didn't say anything. I'm your brother and..."

Virgil began reorganising supplies.

Guilt gnawed alongside the aquanaut's pain.

"You'd just take me back to hospital," he mumbled.

"So?"

"So, A&E'd just refer me to the people I'm already seeing."

"Well sure, but they could at least reduce the joint for you?"

"Why bother? I can do that."

You're not medically trained.

"S'not that hard...I'm basically a human Rubik's cube. YouTube-"

"YouTube?! Christ Gords! Do you realize how reckless you're being? You could seriously injure yourself! You'll destroy your joints!" Virgil waved fiercely at the scan.

Gordon shrugged.

"They're toast anyway."

Virgil dragged his hands down his face and groaned through clenched fingers.

"Gordon. I get it. Really, I do. You don't want to worry anyone. You hate hospitals - we all do! But don't you owe it to the people out there to look after yourself better?" The medic jabbed at the horizon.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #virgil tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #thunderangst #thunderwhump

[ornii]

In case your requests r open, could I ask for a Robin & platonic male reader insert? Like Robin maybe acting as a big sister figure to reader who is coming to terms with being gay and its all comfy and cute . No pressure though!!

Robin being my second favorite character (#1 goes to Steve “The Hair” Harrington of course) I’d love to do this one. Sorry if it’s too short!

Like They Do in Movies

Robin Buckley X Platonic Male Reader

Summary: Robin offers some, questionable, advice to the reader after discovering their sexual orientation.

I guess I have to put this warning:

Stranger things takes place in the 80s, a time where being Gay or Lesbian was something to be hidden and kept secret due to the underlying consequences of said lifestyle, so there will be acts of said prejudice in this story, so if you find that uncomfortable I recommend not reading, thank you.

Robin Buckely, she was the last person you’d think would give you relationship advice. You’ve seen her talk to boys in the past, especially working at Scoops Ahoy last year but she always seems so disinterested in conversations with them. Until a man by the name Steve Harrington came into her life. After that, she seemed to really blossom as a person, instead of being so sarcastic and dismissive, she bloomed into this inquisitive and adorable band nerd. After Star Court came to a burning conclusion, she and Steve found a job at the local movie rental, and thus lead to how you came across her.

One day you were returning a VHS of “Sixteen candles” you rented because a girl wanted to see it so badly for a “Date.” It was morso just her complaining and you feeling this awkward disconnect from her. Regardless, the date was a disaster and you returned the movie, you two began small banter about movies and nerd stuff, being fellow band members had its perks. After the topic switched to school, you went to a small Spiel about this certain someone at school, Robin seemed less intrigued about other peoples love lives, until you let it slip that they were on the Boys swim team. That small tidbit of information lead Robin to the same conclusion. It was dead awkward silence for a few moments. Well, it seems you two have more in common than you think. You both were in Band, total nerds, and Did not find much attraction to the opposite gender.

Your mind begins to wonder with the possible consequences about your slip up, but Robin just smiled. The first thing that she did was immediately critique your choice of guy for being “Too Much of a Water head, you know like a meat head but more aquatic and wet.” A Joke to ease the tension, wonder where she learned that from. She was so reassuring, so caring and understanding. She accepted you for you, since she knows how it feels. Robin offered to help you understand just how; off you felt. so you made stops to the movie rental even when you didn’t even feel like watching anything. One day you enter the Rental spot and see her typing up some name. Scooting over you lean on the counter.

“So.. how’s it going?” You say, smirking.

“Boring, mostly..” she says and her eyes trail over to meet your smile. “Tell me Yours has had at least sold entertainment.” She stops typing and turns to face you and you tap on the counter.

“Okay, so…about the Guy.” You begin, building up the courage to blurt it out.

“I wanna ask him out, but… I think he might be—“ you begin and Robin leans in, gleaming.

“That’s great, I mean he might not be, into you but that’s okay! There’s like statistically 8 billion people in the world, you’ll find someone who loves cheesy movies and an absurd amount of cheese on your burger like you do.” Robin says.

“.. I meant that he might not see it as a date, he’s a little, Dense.” You admit, Robin shakes her head and puts her hands on yours.

“Trust me, Ive Met some, pretty dense guys, but deep down they’re good at heart.” She says, “As cheesy as that sounds it’s true.” She adds, he nods but can’t really form a smile.

“I know.. personality not looks but, what if I, what if I tell him and he.. calls me a Homo or a—“his worry shows and Robin just looks so sorry for him. The confusion and fear all swirled up and bottled into one person. She gripped his hands harder and she spoke a bit more softly.

“Hey. Don’t think Like that.” She says, his eyes lock up with hers and she keeps a soft glare. “If they treat you like that, they weren’t all the heartbreak you’re going through right now, okay?” Robin says, she pulls him in for a hug and he felt the genuine comfort and love he deserves. And for a moment he felt, wanted.

Until suddenly someone bursts in from the back, Steve.

“Hey Robin do We have a VHS of The Goonies—“ he says before stopping dead in his tracks seeing Them. The two separate and try to play it off.

“Yeah It’s in the back room, third shelf.” She says, Steve awkwardly nods and heads off. (Y/n) turns to Robin.

“Shit. Sorry..” He said, Robin shrugs it off.

“It’s okay, he knows.”

“He knows? Steve Harrington knows?” He says taken aback.

“Remember what I said? Dense.” She says, (Y/n) realizes and nods.

“Ooooooh… Yeah… Dense.” He says, Robin gives a soft pat on the back, and nods, ready to take the chance, maybe they’d fall it in love… Just like they do in movies.”

Apologies if it’s a bit short, I hope I did Robin some Justice as a fantastic representative for those struggling with being who they are. Thanks.

#robin buckley x male reader #platonic #steve harrington #stranger things #queer representation #netflix #stranger things x male reader #stranger things x y/n #fluff #platonic relationship

[astronnova]

Okay but I wouldn't purely blame LMK for the flanderization of Tripitaka. All the flanderized depictions in fan works I've seen are from people who actually read the book and made fan art of the original source. And both versions of Trip develop into better people, anyways. Also, it's a little hurtful to say that most people don't analyze what they read, no? Granted, it's a kids show so much of the fanbase are minors, but like...kids will be kids.

my bad that it came across as hurtful! thats not my intention, i meant it as more of an objective viewpoint on something that's become widespread online and irl then just an insult to people.

unfortunately, a lot of people within the uhhh lets say 15-early 20s range dont... dive as deep into literature as they should. you ever heard of that one meme about "the door is blue because the author liked the color blue" ?

this is just one of many, and you couldnt go anywhere online without seeing somebody make this kind of joke. schools dont even really teach deep analysis of literature recently (i should know, ive been in multiple english lit classes and most of them don't dive as deep as you could and should. the only one that does that is with my most recent professor), and this stuff happens in highschool. yknow, during students most formative years of learnin stuff.

kids shouldnt just get a free pass on choosing to ignore the main point of a piece of literature because "kids will be kids". literature is the backbone of critical thinking, most people develop that skill through reading, and stories have a greater purpose, especially classical ones, than just "heres a show that provides constant stimulation with no reason".

i probably sound a little crazy or something, and im not articulating this as well as i could due to me taking *checks notes* two melatonin like 30 minutes ago BUT anyway tldr for that section is that a lot of people just dont dive deep into literature and its true meaning. a lot of folks like only looking at the surface level bits because its so much easier and simplier than writing an 1000 word essay about the importance of a certain theme within a piece of classical literature or something

steering this back to monkie kid,

the thing i explained above i think is one of the sources as to tripitaka, and sun wukong's, flanderization within the monkie kid fandom. instead of looking at the characters with the original intent of the religious text, its looked at as more of a "well he did X so he's a bad person". its too literal for a religious allegory. trying to apply strict "real world black & white morals" onto characters like this just wont work and will end with every character from the original jttw with the label of "bad person".

i could go onto a whole rant about how the recent decline of deep analysis of literature is the reason so many people seem to prefer "childrens cartoons" (because of the easier to understand morality/lessons) over, say, classical work or hell even some modern classics. this isnt an insult towards ppl that like "kids cartoons" btw, like look at my whole blog its just about cartoons LOL . i think theres more than just that one reason as to why people, at least online, gravitate towards childrens cartoons (likely because theyre more fantastical rather than trying to cater towards "adult gritty realism" and are animated, which is hard to find nowadays with all this "live action remake" junk), but i do think its one reason.

again, my bad if i sound like an ass or something or if i dont make sense, its like 12 am and i shouldve been asleep like an hour ago but im easily distracted LOLOL . but yeah, i think the source of the flanderization is just people misunderstanding the point of the original text and trying to apply modern storytelling conventions to something thats meant to be a big ass metaphor for enlightenment

#critical . txt #🐒 critical watches the kid monkie show

[shady-shrub]

ive decided to commit.

let's look at ALL. the words. every section. here we go!

(the top row looks like it has more words above but i can't tell what they say?)

Our SWEAT

Their TEARS

-(clivesdale hate, love to see it. or this is reference to the jocks vs. the nerds)-

1 2

JÄGER'S

COMING FOR YOU

-(a lil rhyme? at least they're warning the newbies. also anyone notice his name has silly a? what goofy murderousguy!)-

HATCHET FIELD

-(simple. yes.)-

NIGHT

🪽HAWK🪽

PRIDE

🪶

-(YEAHHH LETSGO NIGHTHAWKS!!! NORMAL HEALTHY TEAM SPIRIT. wait spirt. LIKE GHSOTS LIKE RICHIE AND RUTH-)-

NIGHTHAWKS!!

-(two exclamation points!!)-

go

Nighthawks

-(this one is blue!!)-

🦅CLAWS

OUT🦅

-(i couldn't find a talon emoji. interesting choice of words. ITS LIKE A GRABBING MOTION. LIKE MAX GRABBING RICHIE-)-

3 4

BETTER

LOCK

YOUR

DOOR

-(YES MOR RHYMING!!! this is a threat tho?? did max write these cause. this is worrisome.)-

🟧

Jägerman

is

our

KING

-(WHY IS THERE AN ORANGE THING?? yeah no clue anywho. we are really seeing the god complex come through. however, not only max wrote these? guys just commit treason)-

HIGH

HATCHETS

-(there's another word above i can't read :/ so this doesn't make much sense UNLESS. REFERENCE TO hatchet town song where they're talking about HATCHET HANDLES?? raising their weapons??)-

CREMATE THE

COMPETITION

-(yeah DIE CLIVESDALE YOU WIENERS. wait. CREMATE?? LIKE WHEN PEOPLE DIE LIKE R-)-

MONSTER

-(omg like the song!!)-

OUR

QUATER

BACK

KILLS

-(hahaha. what.)-

5 6

GRAB YOUR

CRUCIFIX

-(woahhh reference to bathroom scene 32:34 when max is wearing a cross necklace!)-

RIP

THEM

APART

-(IS THIS STILL HEALTHY?? MAN THEY REALLY HATE CLIVESDALE. HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT SIGNIFICANT TO THE PLOT. 1:35:08)-

🪽FLY🪽

-(ya know what else flies? GHOSTS. GUYS THIS IS A REFEREN-)-

N-I-G-H-T AH AKKS

-(love this song eheheh this part is always. the ahs are actually scREAMS GUYS THEYRE SCREAMIN-)-

clear eyes

sharp claws

can't lose

-(oh??? clear eyes?? LIKE WHEN YOU DIE AND NO PUPILS AND- sharp claws again, with talons out hrrrrnnn sounds important. like mayhaps how max is A MONSTER OUT TO GET EVERYONE?? and of course. they do lose.)-

7 8

NEVER

GRADUATE

-(YEAH SOME OF THEM ACTUALLY DONT. PLEASE DONT JOKE ABOUT THIS COME ON NOOOOOOOO)-

Like a

🐥

(NIGHT)

HAWK

-(aw look at them OH SHOOT OH GOSH THEY FOUND THE WEED AAAAAAAAA. actually tho. what like. night hawk? kill people?? max saw the timeline of perky's buds and decided thats what he wanted)-

INTO

THEIR

HEADS

-(uhhhh? what into their heads?? honeslty no clue what this could mean LIKE MAKING THEM BELIEVE THEYRE NOT GOOD?? (calling people nerds and prudes when they're not) if ya know what i mean)-

J

A

G R

E U

R L

M E

A S

N

-(orange!! also another point for max having his ego inflated like a hot air balloon)-

all hail

JÄGERMAN

-(dang. bro really is a king TEACHERS WHERE ARE YOU. STOP THIS.)

SLASH THE

COMPETiTiON

-(SLASH. i know this is just competitive language BUT THE WORD CHOICES. HUH.)

JAGERMAN's

on the hunt

-(what a monster. A LITTERAL MONSTER GUYS ITS- and blue!!)

SNAP

CRACK

WATCH

YOUR

BACK

-(YEAH AND WATCH YOUR DOORS AND HIDE. this man is too powerful?? snap AND crack? i know rhyming but. petes arm when max breaks it eheheh)-

9 10

HE'S THE JÄGERMAN

-(AMAZING RHYME guys you gotta get out of here he's insane)-

🐦 you're

next

-(RUTH RUN PLEASE NOOOOOOO)-

Hatchetfield

PRIDE

-(this is more than pride. this is a vicious cycle you must stop.)

🐦‍⬛

N

I

G

H

T

H

A

W

K

S

-(CAW CAW actually tho. what silly high birds.)-

come see

barbecue

monologues

A RIB ROARING

GOOD TIME

-(i dunno if roaring is the right word? tried to look at it many angles but couldn't come up with much look at that marketing tho!! go you theater team!)-

blue

&

gray

-(there's something under the bleachers but once again i am unable to decipher. prolly something about school colours or another silly birdie tho)-

ANY THOUGHTS??? SHARE THEM!??!??

#npmd #whdhdbdbdhdhdbdbdhdhdhhdhd #guys please read and tell me what your thoughts #I NEED TO BE NORMAL #JUST TALK TO ME #WOEOEOEOEOOE #analysis #i also dont think i got all the colours right? #kinda hard with the lighting but

[pan-fried-autism]

Brother From The Same Childhood -- Chapter 1

Characters: Swap!Grem, Swap!Nikolai (@bowlerhatwearer) Swap!M0u5e, Swap!????????????

Summary: On what was supposed to be a fun, quiet movie night during a downpour, Grem and Nikolai encounter somebody more familiar than they think.

Pitter-patter-pitter-patter-pitter-patter.

The rain outside hit the window with their pleasant little rhythm.

Nikolai Akdow-Mewton lounged on the couch and listened, sighing contentedly.

It was a Tuesday night in March, about 9:50 pm. His child, M0u5e had decided to go to bed early. Grementine, his beloved husband and life partner, was busy getting something from their bedroom.

It was Impromptu Movie Night.

Grem's 37th birthday had been only a little over a week prior, and their friend Mothgo had given them a $50 gift card to their favourite VHS shop-- Valley Tapes. As such, Grem had spent the entire card in three trips.

Tonight, they’d be watching something that Grem had told Nikolai he would “like a whole damn lot, I promise!”

He didn’t doubt them.

They were going to put on some popcorn, too. Grementine never watches the popcorn, though— they preferred to spend the two minutes with their face snuggled against his shoulder as they purred lovingly. Secretly, he wished that Gremmy would actually watch the popcorn… but he liked cuddles more than pointing that out.

Nikolai then heard the familiar sound of small feet thumping against the floorboards, as Grem ran out of the bedroom and leaped onto the couch.

Something was hidden behind his back.

“Hi Nik!!” They chirped at him with glee.

“Hello, strawberry.” Nikolai replied, using his pet name for Grem.

The cat sat closer to him, still hiding something.

“Soooo ya know that VHS store I’m single handed keeping open?” They started.

The human rolled his eyes lovingly. “Yes, I’m aware of Valley Tapes.”

“Wellllll… I got something new for us to watch now. It’s the thing I said you’d like.”

“Oh, really? This is a big surprise to me.” He joked.

It was now Grems turn to roll his eyes as he produced the item behind his back.

It was a VHS case. On the cover was a young woman— a Jack Russell terrier, Nik thought— with a look of anguish and tragedy on her face. The dress she wore was ruffled, red, and fancy. To her right was a badger man, equally as anguished. His clothes were just as fancy (if a little plainer) and he carried a musket. In the background was a large, fancy grey brick house, surrounded by luscious green grass and trees. The flowery writing on the cover read ‘Love on Briggenbury Manor’.

Nikolai couldn’t help chuckling as he took it in.

“Grementine, what is this?” He asked, amusement coating his every word.

The cat made a huffy noise. “It’s a cult classic, Nikolai. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Do tell.”

“It’s about tragedy and love in Victorian era England! It’s about the lovely upper class Anabellizabeth Williambury and her upper middle class boytoy Roginald Depperdander, and their relationship. But there’s hardships, Nik— HARDSHIPS! There’s a gigantic class divide between them—“ Grems hands started flapping a bit as they spoke more— “What with Anabells family being able to afford imported tea, and Roginalds family having to grow their own. Plus, the Crimean War has being going on, and Roggie has been sent to go. So while Anabel laments during the summer in the manor, she at least has three bosom chums to play with— her aunt Lady Jessica Victoria Waltenbaltenchester III who owns the manor. She has a mysteriously dead husband and a lifetime of wisdom to share. There’s also Nancy Stratforduponavon, one of the manors maids and Anabels personal servant. Her real name is Helena and her family used to be rich but everyone keeps forgetting her name. There’s also the BAD GUY… Gilbert Pettyburrow! His father, Wilbert Pettyburrow IV, owns land in ~America~, and Gilbert’s wants to kiss up on her and take her there! While that’s going on we learn that rich people have problems too. It’s great.”

Grem took several deep breaths after he finished infodumping.

Nikolai couldn't help but narrow his eyes a bit.

"... and why is this a cult classic?"

"Uh, because it's great? And also historically inaccurate?"

"It is?"

"Yeah. The Crimean War ended in March of 1856, but the movie takes place in the summer of that year."

"Grem, I love you, but I still can't see how this got a following."

"Maybe if ya watched the freaking movie, ya'd know!"

Nikolai scritched Grem's head, getting a purr from the feline.

"Alright, Grem, I believe you. Let's watch the movie."

The cat jumped up excitedly, tail swishing around.

"Great! I'll close the curtains and make the popcorn, you sit there and look handsome."

Nikolai giggled behind his hand as Grem scurried over to the window.

As they grabbed the curtains, however... they saw something outside.

Grem squinted a bit to get a look.

A figure was slowly walking down the sidewalk, slightly obscured by the heavy rain. They looked like they had something on their back.

Grem muttered confusions under his breath. Who the hell would be walking outside right now?

"Um, sweetie pie?" Grem called behind him, "There's someone outside in the rain."

From the couch, Nikolai looked towards the window with a raised eyebrow.

"Really? It's a strange time to go on a walk, let alone the rain."

"Yeah..."

Grem looked back at the window as the person got a bit closer.

The person had... spikes? Or quills, and a backpack. Probably a hedgehog or porcupine or something. The backpack had a pattern on it. It looked like... Spongebob? The soaked t-shirt they wore had a Nickelodeon logo, too. The sweatpants weren't special, though.

Plus, they seemed a bit short-- about Grem's height.

The cat hummed in concern before looking back at Nikolai.

"Nikolai, I... I think we should let em in."

Nik sat up, visibly a bit concerned.

"Grementine, are you sure that's a good idea?" he asked, "We don't know who this is at all. This may not end very well."

"But... I think that's a kid out there."

Nikolai, still looking concerned, came up to the window and took a look.

The person outside had stopped walking. They were standing and shivering, arms hugged tightly around their torso.

Nikolai made his own hum.

"... you may be right, strawberry." he admitted.

Grem and Nikolai were silent for a moment, still watching the outsider.

Finally, Grem spoke up again.

"So... should we?"

"I think that... would be best."

Grem nodded and hurried to the door, opening it and letting in the cold, wet night air.

"Hey!" he called out to the outsider.

The person looked at Grem just as they took another step.

They were a hedgehog (... and purple, for some reason). The face on them was one of fear and sogginess.

"... Hello." they called back.

The voice was a little high pitched, but it sounded like it was on the verge of deepening. In a puberty-ish way.

Ok, that IS a kid. Shit, Grem thought to themself. He shouted again.

"What are you doing out in the rain?!"

The kid looked off to the side. The fear deepened on their face.

They didn't reply for several seconds... barring a loud cough.

Grem gave the kid a look of sympathy as they shouted once more.

"Are you a runaway?"

The kids face creased with worry fast enough for Grem to know.

They looked down as they spoke again. Not a shout, but just loud enough for Grem to hear--

"... Please don't call the police."

The poor kid.

Grem looked back into his nice warm house, Nik looking at him expectantly.

He looked back at the teenager in the rain.

"Look... I'm not gonna call the police. Just-- come out of the rain for a bit. Come inside. We have blankets and no rain."

The kid looked unsure. Several thoughts seemed to race in their mind as they said nothing for a bit.

Eventually, they responded.

"... Are you sure it's okay?" they asked, uneasy, "I don't wanna be a bother."

"Don't worry 'bout it. If ya stay out here, you'll catch your death-- or worse, pneumonia!"

The kid looked down to their shoes.

Finally, they shrugged.

"... Okay."

...........................

The kid was now on their couch.

He (he had informed Grem of pronouns when asked) had a blanket draped over and wrapped around his shivering form, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hands.

Grem could see other things about the kid. His eyes had a sort of... sadness to them. His quills were pretty messy, like he hadn't brushed 'em in a while. His arms were pretty skinny, too. In fact, his clothes seemed to just hang off him.

Nikolai sat next to him with a look of concern, cup of decaf coffee in hand.

"Thanks for letting me sit for a while." the boy spoke, taking a sip of his cocoa.

"Nothin' to it," Grem replied, "EVERYONE should have shelter in this weather."

"I coulda found a bus shelter. Slept on the bench."

"No offense kid, but ya'd probably die if ya did that."

"... You have a point."

"Even if you did find a comfortable bus shelter, what would you eat?" Nikolai added.

The kid pulled up his backpack.

"Don't worry about me. I come prepared!"

He started pulling things from the bag.

Soon, on the living room table, there were several things-- half a box of crackers, a jar of peanut butter, a bag of crumbled bills and coins, a bottle of water about a quarter full, and a pocket knife.

Nothing else.

Nikolai's face turned to one of alarm.

"Did... is that all you packed?" he inquired.

The boys face turned red with embarassment. "... I could have bought food at the Dollar Tree."

Nikolai, though flabbergasted, tried to keep a steady voice as he spoke again.

"Kid... this is not a meal. This-- this isn't even a snack. As our guest, I insist on making you something warm. Even if it's just instant mac n cheese, or a frozen pizza."

The boy gave him a surprised look... surprised yet grateful.

"Mac and cheese, if that's okay."

He nodded. "But of course."

Nikolai got up, went to the kitchen, and began the preparation.

While he made the food, he periodically looked into the living room. Though all he really saw was Grem and the boy talking, he kind of noticed something... the kid seemed more comfortable talking to Grem than him.

Nikolai wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe it was because he was human? Maybe it was the visible scars?

He tried not to think about it.

In roughly 15 minutes, Nikolai returned to the living room with a bowl of Kraft Dinner for the kid, along with a fork.

He placed it on the coffee table with a flourish and a "bon appetit."

The boy thanked him, and took a bite of the macaroni... before tearing into it like a starving lion.

Nikolai couldn't help but watch the teen devour the shit out of the mac and cheese. He'd never seen someone eat mac and cheese so ferociously before. Him and Grem's friend/next door neighbour, Mothgo, made absolutely delicious mac and cheese, and not even Grem ate it that fast.

He really was starving.

Once the boy came up for air (and subsequently ate the last bite), Nikolai could only say, "... do you want seconds?"

He gave Nik a smile.

"Yes please, mister."

"I'll get it!" Grem piped up.

As the cat scurried into the kitchen, Nikolai sat next to the boy again.

"Hey," he began, "You seem quite desperate, yes? How much money did you have left in that baggie?"

The boy opened his mouth... but closed it as he reached for the sandwich baggie. He silently counted the money before answering.

"$12.55."

"That's not enough to get by, young man." he said, a grimness in his tone.

"I mean... they have a dollar menu at McDonalds, right?" the boy suggested sheepishly.

"But then what? What happens when you run out?"

"I'm almost 15, I can get a job! Probably. I can hang out in a homeless shelter and-- and get a job doing something."

Nikolai shook his head. "You'd still need a resume. You'd need contacts for the resume, too."

The boy said nothing as Grem came back with more macaroni.

Nik looked at Grementine for a second, before going over to him.

"Grem, can we talk privately?" he whispered to his husband.

"Oh, yeah sure." The cat replied, equally quiet.

While the boy in their house tore into the second bowl, Grem and Nikolai went to the kitchen where they continued whispering.

"Grem, I think this kid really did run away from something. I don't know what, but... just look at him. He seems pretty desperate. I think it would be in his best interest if-- if we could maybe let him stay for the night. Maybe tomorrow, too. We still have the air mattress, yeah? He could sleep on that. I just... I think something's wrong."

Grem gained a thoughtful look. Nikolai was pretty sure what it was about-- they both (unfortunately) knew a lot about scary situations and wanting to leave them. They shared some stories of desperation, too.

Finally, Grem took a deep breath.

"You're right, that's a good idea. Let's go tell the kid."

Both of them went back to the living room. Grem cleared his throat, making the kid turn around as macaroni fell out of his stuffed mouth.

"Kid, me and my hubby here just had a talk. We were wondering... did ya maybe want to stay the night? It's no problem for us, if you're wondering. We got an air mattress and some pillows and blankets. It's gonna be raining all night, and we'd rather see ya somewhere warm and safe."

The kid swallowed his food as a look of relief and... and safety appeared on him. Like he wasn't used to it.

"That... that would be amazing. Yeah." he breathed out.

"Good!" chirped Nikolai. He went back to sitting on the couch and picked up his coffee again, taking small sips.

Grem hopped up onto the couch on the kid's other side.

"Hey, what's your name, by the way?" they inquired. "Still not gonna call the police, by the way-- just curious."

A deep frown appeared on the kid's face as he sighed and responded.

"Quillin.

"Quillin Mewton."

#brother from the same childhood #swap au #original story #fiction #grem #dr grementine mewton #nikolai akdow #nikolai #swap!grem #swap!nikolai #nikogrem #swap!quillin #quillin mewton

[our-transmasculine-experience]

hi so im the transmasc named oliver from earlier!

ive been given permission so ill now be talking about my identity :p

prepare for a long ramble

so my presentation is really complicated. i want to be both hyperfeminine and also hypermasculine at the same time while still being androgynous between the two. like hyperfem/masc but in the way u cant tell if im a man or a woman, kinda like drag kings/queens. sadly i cant be super hyperfem bc of my body (i heavily dislike my chest to the point where ill become nauseous from dysphoria) even tho i really want to. id love to wear a skirt but in the way that a femboy wears a skirt. and i wanna wear a suit like a butch wears a suit. ykwim?

i also want to be Super Hairy. i want hair to be Everywhere on my body. a lot of ppl talk about how T will put hair everywhere on ur body except for ur face "so remember to shave" but im never going to bring a razor close to my body ever again. "oh wut about shoulder/neck hair" i want that too. i wanna be an otter (inbetween of twink and bear). i wanna be small and fem like a twink but i also wanna be big and hairy like a bear. i also Really wanna exude the energy of a bear. kinda like a "this guy is soft and warm" way. one time my friends joked that my gender is a mixture of a bear and twink but honestly that describes it perfectly. im both a feminine and masculine man at the same time. or, at least, i want to be, since i sadly can only be masc (again bc of my own body).

hopefully when i go on T and get top surgery i can finally wear skirts and crop tops while simultaneously having a full beard and the hairiest legs known to man. ik that a lot of ppl will think that its "gross" and "u cant be feminine And hairy" but i disagree and im gonna do wutever the Fuck i want.

yk what, that makes sense and it sounds absolutely awesome

please more people send in asks of how they view their genders i do love reading them!

[merciful-aceso]

ROSC AKA BCS

Return of spontaneous circulation, also known as: best case scenario.

In the hospital, or in an ambulance, or really anywhere that people use codes and abbreviations for emergent medical care, one of the most high stress combinations of all this slang is “Code Blue” starting “CPR” get the “AED” and let’s try to get “ROSC”, and all of that is “STAT”. So let’s break that down. a Code Blue is when someone’s heart is stopped. We don’t know why they don’t have a pulse, there’s a lot of reasons that can happen, but we need all the qualified people for the required team to get here STAT (which just means as fast as humanly possible.). Once everyone is in the resuscitation bay (big scary room with lots of lights, weird, equipment, and extra space for all the people we’re going to need about 2 minutes ago, please....) people can get to work.

There’s one person whose job it is to write everything down, usually a nurse. There’s a doctor that’s making the decisions and giving the orders. There’s a respiratory therapist getting everything set up to monitor the patient’s breathing, or to do it for them if they aren’t doing it on their own. There’s another nurse and a pharmacist in the corner filling syringes with the alchemical milieu that’s about to get put into the IV that another nurse is starting. There’s also an ER tech whose job it is to grab a step stool (if they can find it fast enough) and start doing CPR: cardiopulmonary resuscitation, also known as “breaking the patient’s ribs and squeezing their heart for them by pushing on it through whatever is left of the sternum”. If everything goes as it should, and the ER tech is good at their job, they’ll start counting off the compressions which ideally will sound like “1! 2! *crunch*...”. Some people like to think it’s a joke, but the CPR ain’t being done right until there’s at least a few broken ribs.

The nurses keep bustling about, the ER tech keeps doing sets of thirty compressions then pauses for the RT to give the two ventilations, and so on and so forth. Hopefully someone will have gotten the AED (automatic external defibrillator) set up and ready to go. Once they do, they hit the button and yell “Clear!” and everyone takes their hands off the patient and takes a step back if they can. The machine will think for a moment: “ANALYZING” while everyone tensely waits, and then it says “NO SHOCK ADVISED. RESUME CPR.” and everyone floods back to the bedside to resume what they were doing. At this point, it’s been 2 minutes of this chaos, and hopefully another ER tech or a nurse, or just anyone qualified and able will take over doing the compressions. (It’s exhausting, hot, miserable work, especially in all the PPE (personal protective equipment)), but if no one can take over*, the ER tech just keeps going.

*No one had managed to find the step stool for this Code Blue, so the ER Tech was the only one doing compressions for the full 10 or so minutes because no one else was quite tall enough.

It’s been 4 minutes now and the doctor looks at the monitors with a frown that furrows their brow above their mask and goggles. The SpO2 (oxygen saturation read at the fingertip) is too low for their liking, and the ETCO2 is too low as well(the amount of carbon dioxide coming out of the lungs). So it’s time to intubate. The doctor and the respiratory therapist assemble their tools and gadgets while the chaos carries on around them. It’s 4 minutes 30 seconds now. The ER tech pauses the compressions, and in a swift, practiced scoop and thrust, the doctor has deftly pulled the patient’s tongue out of the way with a hook-like device and slid a breathing tube down through the patient’s trachea to directly supply the lungs. The respiratory therapist connects an O2 supply to the other end of the tube and secures the tube in place. Compressions resume. Just another 30 seconds later (they don’t have to count compressions anymore because they don’t have to stop for ventilations) the AED beeps. “Clear!” is called again, and again the machine flatly says “ANALYZING.”...Everyone waits. The machine is thinking. The ER tech is poised to start compressions again. Right now, that’s all the patient has for a heartbeat: is whatever that ER tech is doing.....the machine is thinking....

“SHOCK ADVISED. STAND CLEAR!” Everyone besides the tech steps back and the tech straightens up to widen the gap between their hands and the patient’s chest.....”SHOCK DELIVERED. RESUME CPR!” and the tech immediately slams back down into the practiced, drilled in rhythm. There’s a few songs they use to teach you the right rate. “Staying Alive” by the BeeGees seems apt...but Queen’s “Another One Bites the Dust” is honestly more appropriate most of the time. CPR success rates aren’t actually all that high. The doctor has called out orders and a small pharmacy’s worth of drugs have been administered, but the monitors still don’t show that the patient has a heartbeat besides the ER tech’s compressions yet. Another few minutes go by and the machine beeps again.

“ANALYZING.”

They wait.

“SHOCK ADVISED. STAND CLEAR!”

A jolt runs through the patient’s torso and their whole body jumps a bit.

“SHOCK DELIVERED. RESUME CPR!”

And the ER tech readies themself to throw down for another 2 minutes of the hardest workout you could ever have....but there’s another beep.

The monitor beeped this time, not the AED. The EKG (electrocardiogram) line starts spiking up little patterns and the patient gags. The doctor and the respiratory therapist scramble to get the tube out of the patient’s throat as they start to reflexively cough.

We got ROSC.

The patient has their own heartbeat now. And what’s more, they’re waking up. A nurse scurries out of the room to fetch the family from the hallway. The ER tech steps back and collapses onto a stray stool that shouldn’t have even been in the room. The patient looks at her and tries to speak.

His words come out in a crackling groan: “My chest hurts.”

The ER tech looks at him apologetically and tries to think of something to say. After all, it was her that caved in his sternum on that third compression. But the family bursts through the door, desperate to see their husband and father. So the ER tech wearily gets to her feet to go fetch the equipment to get another full EKG to see what his heart is doing now. The EKG shows that his heart is damaged from the irregular, pulseless activity of the past 12 minutes, but that’s to be expected. The ER tech had been coincidentally following this patient around all night. She checked him in at triage and got his first set of vitals and an EKG, then was assigned to his room a couple hours later just after he had been brought back from the lobby, and she had been the closest one to the resuscitation bay when the code was called. She kept following him a little longer by taking him up to the ICU (intensive care unit) after they called and told the ER that they were ready for him. She smiled at him from behind her mask as he continued to moan and groan about how much his chest hurt. She didn’t really care about that part. This was a first for her.

She had been in Code Blue’s before and done CPR before and gotten ROSC before....but this is the first time a patient had fully woken up and complained about her doing her job correctly.

It didn’t make up for the ones that didn’t get ROSC, or the ones that got ROSC but never woke up because it was too late and the brain was long-gone, or the ones that got ROSC, woke briefly in the ICU, then passed shortly after. This was not a consolation for the ER tech, but it was a good reminder as to why she should try as hard as she possibly can, every. single. time. And in a few years’ time, she’ll be the doctor calling out orders and putting in the tube, and making the decisions that make the CPR compressions worth something in the end....and she will still try her hardest, every. single. time.

#story #medicine #medical #emergency medicine #cpr #er

[whickerfurniture]

.· 👫 — 𝑹𝒖𝒃𝒚／𝑴𝒂𝒙𝒊𝒏𝒆 . ·

i.

Ruby refreshes Max's twitter at least twice a day. Sometimes, she posts vague things, just so Max will reply. She lives for seeing the notification come up, and can never let it sit for more than a minute. It's a dopamine rush, and then when it's over, she tweets something else. Theres usually a delay between Ruby's tweet and Max's reply, and she tries not to overthink it. Max is busy, she has friends. She does things. She exists, when Ruby isn't thinking of her. She might be the first person Ruby sees as an actual person, seperate to her wants and needs.

ii.

She has Max's address added to her Amazon account because Ruby does not care about the environment or worker conditions you cannot convince me that this rich bitch thinks about people under her so she uses Amazon religiously likes to be able to send things directly to Max's house. Stupid shit, too. Once, drunk, she sent a her new toilet seat. But she also sends snacks, and a hoodie she thought looked warm, or pretty notebooks. She also sent Max a Ring camera, because answering the door is dangerous. Ruby's never lived anywhere without a 24/7 doorman, how can Max feel safe without one?

iii.

Max reminds Ruby of her sister. Something in her smile, or the way she holds her shoulders. It's not all the time, but it's enough to steal Ruby's breath when she realises it. She spends a whole week avoiding her, no contact at all. Because it feels like a betrayal, in a way she can't really describe. It's not even that Stephanie would be mad, if anything she'd love Max as much as Ruby. She'd be happy her sister had a friend. Of course, Ruby never really thought she'd be able to stay away from Max, not longterm. She lies, and says she had to fly home, a family emergency. Can't say anything else, I'm sure you understand, right? She decides she's just not going to think about it.

iv.

She likes Max's friends, at least as far as she's aware. It's a complicated web, and she's not even sure she wants to be a part of it, even superficially, but none of them had been outright cruel to her, so she can't judge. They make inside jokes she doesn't really understand, and reference movies she hasn't seen. And Max looks different, when she's with them. Not worse, not better, just different. Maybe, deep down, she's a little jealous of them, the way they all connect.

v.

She reads everything about Jimmy, about what happened. She sees the forum posts, and the news reports, when she googles Max's name one day. Not much of it makes sense to her, but she reads it anyway. It puts some of Max into context, makes other parts more confusing. There's two opposing sides, and they're so fundamentally different, it's hard to believe they exist in the same universe, in the same girl. She spends a whole night at her computer, flitting from this site to the next, dying to ask Max what really happened. Because if it happened the way they're saying... Well, she never pegged her friend for a bully, even by association. Max seemed too good for that, too kind. And Ruby knew the type. She'd never exactly been Miss Congeniality, making or breaking girl's popularity at her private school with a flick of her wrist... But no one got hurt. This was a different level.

Could she even ask about it, without being nosy? Not really. It wasn't her business. She wipes her browser history, as though that means it never happened. Jimmy even sounded like he forgave her, so what right did she have to judge? Besides, she was no saint. She texts Max, asks her if she wants to hang out. She didn't need to think about it. Max was her friend, and being friends means seeing the worst in someone, and deciding you love them anyway. And Ruby did love Max.

#⌞r u okay⌟ ruby + max #⌞because i could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me⌟ ruby kane #shes kind of a shit friend tbh?

[1d1195]

I've never seen the show Glimore Girls! Ive heard good things about it though so i'll add it to my list to watch! I'm not a coffee drinker because it just makes my anxiety hell lol I wish I could though sometimes its SO tempting. The tea leaves are very common in Mexico and are even used in some dishes but personally I think it tastes so gross lol

NOT THE DOGGY PADDLE BAHHAH i chose to do that one too lol

15 MINUTES!? THE WHOLE LENGTH OF THE CAMPUS!? that sounds like a dream😭 Yeah no my campus cannot be walked in 15 minutes lol I think we all makes those jokes haha and what's wild is that I know someone who DID get hit by a student driven bus and she did not get that free tuition lol We have access to campus owned buses and regular city buses/trolley so there's a lot of movement going on which make it insane trying to get to class! Also who doesn't love carbs?! I LOVE pasta and for the past few months garlic bread has been the food i've been hyper fixating on lol The one place i do frequent a lot is the Target that my campus has solely because they have this Kombucha brand that I like. Plus I love target so any little in convince that happens on campus I go straight there hahah

Take your time with Ding! If your still in a place where you need backstory and just setting up the overall story THAT'S OKAY! It makes it so much better when there's build up and tension! I love when stories are a bit of a slow burn, it makes all the action very satisfying to see and there so much character development involved! I know it can be scary to post anything on here but this your blog Sam! You are in control of this and you can do whatever you like!

I've already read part two but im gonna give my thoughts in another ask bc it will be a long one lol so you don't have to respond to this one if you don't want too!-💜

I should NOT drink coffee for the anxiety reason but caffeine dependency is NOT a joke. I don't even feel the caffeine anymore. I love Gilmore Girls some of the jokes haven't aged well at all so please ignore those.

I would fill a swimming pool of alfredo sauce and I would eat garlic bread morning noon and night. I think about Target like once an hour. I think that my longest Target drought was two weeks (I don't even remember why I didn't go).

I'm so glad you mentioned it, because I REALLY am trying to do a slow-burn but I fear I will not be able to make it burn long enough. I am itching for them to smooch already which might be a record. I appreciate your kind thoughts! I think part of me forgets that it's not real life and I can make them literally do whatever I want? Like I don't have to explain the time it takes for them to fall in love if I don't really feel like it 😭💕😍 (I peeked ahead and saw your 2 months comment hehehehe) It was a choice but I needed a bit of time to space some things out. I don't think you'll see a time jump like that again in this one. Or at least not pointed out like that.

CAN'T WAIT TO DIVE INTO YOUR BRAIN ABOUT PART 2!

xoxo

#💜