#which are so fucking strong like that movie is so good i can't stress it enough it's a really good movie

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Hiii! Can we have some Inumaki, Hakari and Nanami bf headcanons? + Anyone you'd like OFC!! :3

Relationship headcanons with the JJK Men

Includes: Nanami, Hakari, Inumaki, Choso

I like this one, you have good taste. Anddd i did take some liberty of adding choso because i've been feeling like writing him as well

Disclaimers: strong language, no gender specified, mention of smoking

Nanami

He's the type of boyfriend that will be spoiling you goddamn rotten

every month is a new bouquet of flowers trimmed and set in a vase on the kitchen counter

same with gifts. you'll come home to see the outfit you liked at the mall but couldn't afford, probably wrapped nicely in a black box

he's very thoughtful and meticulous, especially with dates

he'll plan for a while and make sure it's something you'll love

since he works such terrible hours, he really likes his quality time so he expects to come home to you and do nothing but cuddle or maybe do something like read together

this is random but i feel like he would be a massive critique for no reason

like "sweetie did you notice how tangy this loaf of bread tastes? do you think we should go back there next time?"

or when you're watching a movie it's not uncommon for him to say something like "ugh, this is so unrealistic, she would never fall for that type of trick."

I also think he would accidentally be really into it if you guys watched a kdrama together

Hakari

he's the type of guy that would say "wear what you want, i can fight." period.

he loves to talk- a professional yapper, if you will- but you love it

he talks your ear off about his hobbies (gambling) and some stupid people he may have had to deal with that day

he's pretty nonchalant in general and doesn't try to stress a lot over trivial stuff which means fights wouldn't last long

i get kind of a vibe that he would smoke some herb from time to time but he wouldn't shove it in your face if you don't want him to

he would love to share a coffee with you in the morning, and would probably order you both breakfast

i feel like with dates he's totally going to go with the flow but he loves new things so there's always something for you guys to do together, whether it's movies, or clubs.

Inumaki

your time together can sometimes be... quiet. 😭

i imagine that he's big on physical touch and doesn't care much about PDA (but he won't go too far)

i think his top two love languages are physical touch and acts of service

he's the type of guy that would become your personal nurse if you are sick or get your period

he's also the type where if you were chilling on your phone or reading a book he would do it with you, enjoying some peaceful silence

the jjk fan book mentions that he likes to do Youtube which brings the thought of what would he do on there if he can't exactly talk like the average person?

i'd say he makes cooking videos or posts the pranks that Panda and him do to their friends

he loves to eat with you, it's your thing. he would cook or bring you out to restaurants so you guys could rate the food

you, of course, have also learned his 2nd language over time and unlike megumi, you sometimes respond just like Inumaki does

Choso

honestly if i were to guess, i think he would show his partner love by telling them. very directly.

He's not too much of a cuddler but he'll do it immediately upon your request

He has a dry sense of humor, so dry that no one really knows if it's a joke or not

i think he is more outwardly protective of you than most- so if he catches anyone staring he'll yell at them to 'fuck off!'

I also don't think he would hold his opinions back just to make people happy so if you ask, "how do you think i look in this?" he'll say exactly how he feels- not really in an a insulting way, ever-more truthfully than hurtfully.

he likes to do things that you enjoy, like shopping and he'll help you pick out outfits

he, himself, would probably suggest dates that are calm and intimate, like picnic dates, stargazing, and maybe going out for smoothies/boba

i feel like he would love to try boba after you tell him about it, because he likes sweet things over bitter (like coffee)

i could imagine him being the type to grab your waist from behind while you're busy doing anything

he also really craves your attention when you aren't near him, even if he doesn't say that.

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direction -

pairing:  matty healy x f!reader

content: fingering, unprotected sex, matty can't shut the fuck up™, overstim

wordcount: 3743

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a/n: the people have spoken

your motto has always been "fake it till you make it". what started as something you'd say to yourself to get over anxieties slowly bled into other areas of your life, relationships included.

fake confidence until you have it. fake experience until you get some.

easy, right?

well, over time, you've become a pro faker. people rarely approach you cause they think you're arrogant.

and that suits you. who has time for superficial relationships anyways?

but then you met matty, who's gentle, kind, funny, smart. he never gave up on you, even if you sometimes came off as stand-offish, even if you acted like you were too good for him and men in general, even if you fought him every step of the way, surprised by his determination.

in the beginning, you played along. you let him try to woo you, let him compliment you and take you out. you responded to all of his texts, even if you are both too old to be texting like high schoolers. slowly but surely, he made you drop the façade, at least around him, which is when your relationship became more than just teasing glances and flirty texts.

everything led up to where you are now: in matty's stupidly comfortable bed, wearing his stupidly warm sweater, kissing his stupidly pretty face.

the movie he had put on was some cheesy horror flick: lots of fake blood, shitty special effects, and a naive main character. it's long forgotten though, mediocre soundtrack serving as background noise to a much more exciting activity.

you've always prided yourself on how strong you were, not being easily swayed by your sexual urges. fake it until you make it - but what then?

what if matty expects you to rock his world tonight? what if he thinks you'll take the lead, with the same (fake) confidence you do everything else? 

technically, you know how it should all work, but you have no first-hand experience. your sexual endeavours end pretty fast, either with you giving up on the guy or them thinking you're too demanding for someone who isn't putting out. either way, it’s good riddance, and you’ve never had regrets about not having sex before. 

once, during your intense college years, you had to present your research in front of all your peers. the stress caused you to lose sleep, and you replaced eating with frantic rewriting. by the time the due date rolled around, your brain was scrambled, and you were positive you were going to puke all over the front row of desks.

now, underneath the warm weight of your boyfriend, you’re feeling exactly the same way. what if you manage to do something so revoltingly off-putting he can never look at you again?

"hey."

matty's soft voice shocks you out of your quickly spiralling head. he's looking down at you with gentle, but confused, eyes.

"you've gone all stiff on me, love. you feelin' okay?"

you should've known he'd see through your wall of false confidence.

"y'know we don't have to do anything, right? you look like you're about to cry."

you refuse to dignify that with a response as heat floods your face and, mortifyingly, prickles in your sinuses. he sighs, rolling off of you and laying on his side, facing you.

“that was meant to make you laugh.”

you try to smile at him and feel your lips wobble instead.

“hey. i'm being serious, what’s going on in there?” he brings his hand up, stroking his fingers through your hair.

“i don’t want to repulse you,” you whisper.

he frowns. "you've got a horrific confidence problem. there is nothing, and i mean nothing, repulsive about you. and besides, i've already seen you at your grossest. remember when you got mono and your neck was all swollen?"

you glower at him. “yeah, and i caught it from you! that makes me feel so much better.”

shaking his head, his next words are insistent. 

“i mean it. did you know, that every time we go out, someone tells me how lucky i am? c'mon, darling, you know i wouldn't be saying this shit if it wasn't true.”

“i know, and i want to, but fuck, matty it's going to be so bad.”

“well yeah, with that attitude it will. we’re gonna figure out what you like, but only if you want to.”

his eyes are soft, looking down at you with unguarded warmth. 

clearing your throat, you fidget nervously with the edge of your (his) sweater.

“so. how - um - how do you want to...?”

he grins crookedly. “move to the middle of the bed.”

swallowing hard, you follow his instructions, legs splayed flat out in front of you as you lean back on your elbows, staring at him expectantly.

“this is about you, okay? whatever you want to do, we can do. including nothing, if it doesn’t feel right.”

your voice is barely more than a whisper. “want you to touch me.”

you could swear you hear a little hitch in his breath, and mustering all the courage you have, you meet his gaze. his mouth is slightly open, the curved bow of his upper lip revealing the edges of his white teeth, and you watch as he presses his lips closed, nodding.

"okay. you gotta talk to me, yeah? tell me if you want me to stop, if something feels good, or if you want more. deal?”

“deal,” you breathe back.

he moves, bending his head to press his mouth on the side of your neck. something splinters hot down the centre of your body, and it takes you a second to realize that it’s desire, pure and hard, crystalline. you can already feel slick warmth in your underwear, and you haven’t even started.

“oh,” you gasp, the round syllable small in your mouth, and he lowers his hand, smoothing down the bunched fabric of your (his) sweater, following the swell of your hip, moving slowly so you have time to breathe.

“good?” he murmurs, and you nod dumbly.

he inches lower, hand flat on your leg, fingers resting just a hairsbreadth from your centre. matty drags his hand lightly along the inside of your thigh, opening his mouth on your neck, tongue hot as he presses it to the softness of your skin.

“how ‘bout now?”

“mhm,” you manage.

unbearably careful, he brushes the tip of his index finger along the seam of your pants, the pressure light, but precise, right against the place you’re most sensitive. your left leg jerks as though you’ve been shocked, and he freezes his hand there, lips sealing around your neck, holding you until you stop twitching with alarm.

you can already feel a steady pooling in your underwear, and you shift uncomfortably against him, unsure if you’re doing it to relieve the ache between your legs or to increase the friction against you.

still moving with absolute restraint, he presses down, a slow, controlled line directly down the centre of your cunt. the tension in every single joint is making you shake, muscles burning with the effort of holding still, and you swear you feel something crack as he eases his touch up to rest at the waistband of your pants, before sliding his hand underneath.

“you still with me?" he murmurs and you can’t move, can’t speak, can’t breathe.

his callused fingers are resting just above your pussy, palm lightly pressed to the rise of your mound, and he lifts his lips to graze your ear.

“you gotta talk to me,” he reminds you.

you shudder, releasing your held breath, shoulders sore from the stiffness of your body. 

“yes. yes, i’m - it’s good, please don’t stop.”

he opens his hand, letting his middle finger drag slowly between your folds, and you feel it at the same moment he does; you’re soaked.

so unbelievably wet it feels like something’s gone wrong and you want to shut your legs and crawl away from him. your skin is prickling with heat as you feel a slow line of sweat roll down the back of your leg, making you squirm, desperate to shuck your skin.

“oh, baby..." he breathes, the edges of his teeth scraping your earlobe. “you’re soaked.”

clenching your eyes shut, your is voice petulant as you murmur back to him.

“i can’t help it, i don’t know why, it’s not my fault. i -"

“shush. it’s so fucking hot. you’re so reactive,” he says, voice gravelly. he slides a second finger to join the first, parting them and spreading your folds. even through the fabric of your pants, you can both hear the slick sound and you want to die; burrow into a hole somewhere and never come out. as though sensing your squirming agony, he chooses that moment to ease both fingers inside you, and your heart stops in your chest at the slow stretch.

this is matty. your matty. and right now his fingers are inside you, stretching you open.

the thought alone is enough to make your entire body throb with a sudden, overpowering pulse and you feel yourself clench around him unconsciously. he groans into your ear.

“you’re so tight. shit, you feel perfect. does that feel good?”

you can’t speak, nodding helplessly against him. he withdraws a couple of centimetres, easing back inside slower but deeper than before, hooking his fingers slightly inside you. your hips flex against his touch, trying to encourage him to keep moving as he rolls his thumb over your clit, and you see stars.

matty's touch feels as confident as the way he performs; like he was born to do this; like he could do it in his sleep.

he drags his fingers inside you, and your pelvis lifts unconsciously to follow his movements, trying to chase the feeling.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you're so pretty, so fucking hot. y'gonna come for me, love?”

despite the intensity of the sensations between your legs, it’s his words that tip you over the edge. you bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying to contain the high-pitched groan as your muscles clamp around his fingers, cunt fluttering. You feel your warmth coating his fingers, and he rides you through it, his movements only easing to a stop once your body has relaxed into a melted heap draped over him.

slowly, he withdraws his fingers from your pants, sliding out from underneath you and lowering your malleable, floppy limbs onto the bed. you watch him drunkenly as he sits up in front of you on his knees, gaze snagging on his hand.

you’re mortified at the sight of the clear viscous fluid stretching between his parted fingers, and you just about die of embarrassment as he brings his hand to his lips, sliding them into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“perfect. you’re perfect,” he tells you, and you want to cover your face, but you’re pinned there, watching. his pants are tented tellingly in the front, and you’re trying not to make it obvious but you can’t tear your gaze away. 

“told you. nothing wrong with you,” he informs you, grinning.

“i’m gonna take your pants off,” he says, and you lift your hips helpfully, earning a little twist from his lips at your enthusiasm. sliding your legs free, he settles on his knees. your eyes are drawn back helplessly to the bulge in his pants, and he catches you looking.

“matty, i want - want you to...”

“what, love? c'mon, talk to me.” he crawls up over you, braced on his hands and knees, leaning down.

“fuck me.”

he raises an eyebrow. “you need a break first?”

in response, you lift your hips to press against the hard outline of his straining cock. he ducks his head, leaning his weight up on one arm as he kicks his pants down and you watch the muscles in his shoulder work through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“i’m gonna fuck you so good, baby. you want that?”

“yeah,” you whisper. “yes, do it, please.” 

“do what?” matty asks with a wry smile. he’s propped up on one elbow now, gazing down into your raw, open face. “c’mon, you've got to say it for me, angel.”

you let out a shaky sigh, a hand sliding down to the back of matty's neck. you pull him close, so your lips brush. “please fuck me. need you so bad.”

matty's eyes flutter closed for a moment. he breathes out hard, then leans away, and sits up. he's struggling with getting his pants all the way off, so you help the best you can, feeling fluttery and strange, in a feverish trance of pleasure, dumb with anticipation for more.

“please,” you mutter, “please, come on, i want it-”

“fuck, fuck, okay…” matty says, chuckling. “you gotta take it easy with the begging, sweetheart. i’m already putting everything i have into not coming the second i get inside you.” 

flushing, you brush the stray curls from matty's face. "you said you'd make it good. so shut up, and fuck me already."

"there’s my favourite brat,” matty says with a grin, then he’s holding himself at your entrance, easing in slowly, a hand on your waist. 

he’s big. you have a moment of panic at the stretch, and you gasp, hands flying up to grasp at his forearms as though you could somehow control the movement of his hips that way.

his teeth are pressed to his lip, eyes shut, and you wonder exactly how tight it is for him as he shudders through an exhalation. he forces his eyes open to look down at you, concern evident, checking up on you even as his arms shake with the effort of holding still.

“oh, sh - shit. you good?”

nodding, you release your own held breath with a shudder, your entire body trembling violently underneath him, thighs aching from how tightly wound your muscles are. he sinks down another inch and you both hiss in synchrony, your fingers tightening around his arms just as his tighten around your waist.

“you’re doing so good baby, you’re taking me so well, you feel perfect,” he’s breathing, the fullness unbearable. you arch your neck to look down at where you’re split open around him, the sight enough to make your breath hitch in your chest. he looks down in time to see your eyes widen, and he follows your gaze, his strangled intake of breath following.

“you see that? see how perfect you are? fuck, you’re so beautiful, you’re so tight, you feel incredible...” 

you press your lips to his, stopping his unhinged babbling. you’re trying your hardest just to concentrate on taking his thick cock, breathing through the desperate ache as he slowly forces you open. he parts his lips against yours and you press your tongue against him, seeking more. his groaning response makes him slip, losing control for one second, just long enough to let him sink the rest of the way inside you. he’s trying to break from your lips, but you don’t want to listen to whatever it is he’s about to say, so you gently bite down on his lower lip, holding him captive. his hips flex helplessly into you as he tries to talk again, and despite your breathlessness, you could almost laugh at the fact that even now, typically; matty healy just cannot shut the fuck up.

the agonizing, all-encompassing stretch is slowly easing into something else; something bright and hard, sending skittering shockwaves up through your stomach. experimentally you flatten your feet on the bed under you, using the leverage to push your hips up and—shit, it’s too much, too full, you can’t possibly take any more of him but then right there, the angle shifts, and something snaps in your brain.

you wrench your head back, keening as you try to grind up into that spot, that fucking spot. matty's eyes are unfocused, his expression pained.

“baby, wait, wait a sec,” and you can’t help but roll yourself against him again, making him choke.

“what’s wrong?” you breathe back, unable to keep still, your legs trembling with the effort of holding yourself up against him.

“is this...not good?” you ask, suddenly small.

he doesn’t answer right away, and you watch as sweat beads on his upper lip, his eyes still squeezed shut.

“matty?” you try again and he makes a strangled sound, eyes snapping open to pin you down.

“say my name again,” and you barely shape your lips around it before he’s hissing, driving his hips down to smack hard into yours, knocking the breath from your lungs. 

“d’yknow how - how many times i’ve thought about this? About being inside you like this?” he punctuates his words with short, hard thrusts. “you’re fucking perfect. your pussy's, fuck - fucking perfect.”

your face erupts with heat at his words. he catches you flinching and his eyes light, grinning even as you watch the muscles in his shoulders shake with the effort of controlling himself.

“why’s that make you shy? don’t like me talking about your pussy? you wanna know how good you feel, baby? you’re—shit,” another shallow thrust, his brows pinching together, “so tight and, fuck, taking me so well…” his rambling trails out into nonsensical murmurs. 

he’s slowly working into a rhythm, flexing his hips backwards, still short and shallow but he’s angling himself so precisely, right against the place where you can’t stand, and it’s too much. you squirm back into the mattress, trying to escape, but there’s nowhere to go as the sensation swells to a crest. you tighten around him, your legs falling limp, your fingers creeping up into his hair, needing something to brace yourself against as the growing reverberations between your legs throb outwards, filling your stomach with heat.

you can almost see your orgasm rocketing up through you, your vision cutting out right as you shatter with a pathetic moan of his name. your cunt clamps down on him hard, again and again, rippling around him. he watches you fall apart, his breathing steady despite the tremor in his limbs. he barely gives you a minute to recover before he’s moving again, deepening his thrusts, expression one of absolute focus. the sheer concentration in his eyes scares the shit out of you; you know that look. it’s the one he gets whenever someone tells him no to an idea in the studio, when someone says that he shouldn't put out another black and white music video, when his bullish stubbornness completely takes over.

matty leans back, raising himself onto his knees between your spread legs. he brings a hand under each of your knees, crooking your legs up around his waist as he works in and out of you, the wet squelch of your cunt loud over the muffled sounds of the forgotten movie as he begins to fuck you in earnest. you can’t breathe, incapacitated by the shuddering of your legs, your stomach muscles clenching as your body desperately tries to keep up with your frantic gasping. your back is arched, your shoulders forced down into the bed with the force of each thrust as he reaches down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit as easily as though your body is laid out the same as his guitars or keyboards, practised and nimble.

sweat prickles your skin anew as his fingers drag you higher and incomprehensibly higher and you wail, slapping a hand over your mouth to still the sound. he leans over you, the triangle of bare skin at his chest gleaming with sweat, fine silver chain glinting under the edge of his shirt. he grabs your wrist and moves your hand aside, pinning it to the bed beside your head.

"hey, hey. c'mon babe, let me hear you." he times a perfectly-aligned thrust with a firm stroke over your clit and, unable to stop yourself, you let out a breathless moan. he grins, chuckling breathily.

"god, you sound so good. prettiest fuckin' thing ive ever heard," he murmurs, voice ragged. he rips the sound from you again, and again, watching greedily. it’s too much, way too much and you’re already over the edge of another orgasm before you realize what’s happening, eyes rolling back in your head, mouth open in wordless pleasure.

this time he doesn’t slow down, instead increasing the pressure on your clit, fucking you deeper. his cock hits something sharp high up in your guts and you sob as another orgasm rolls up from your stomach, washing over the last climax. your hips twitch helplessly against his grip as he fucks you through each wave of pleasure, and you think you’re coming again, or still coming, you can’t tell anymore, time losing all meaning as your cunt sucks wet at his cock, bearing down on him vice-tight.

some impossible time later, you realize his breaths have shortened into gasps. his hips stutter and he leans back down over you, arms braced on either side of your head as his pace falls out of its steady rhythm. you manage to regain control of yourself long enough to reach a hand up to the back of his neck, feeling the hem of his shirt under your fingers. he looks down at you, and his mouth drops open, eyes dropping shut as he groans your name, low and rough, and as he plunges in deep you actually feel him coming before he does. his back curves over you, his forehead pressed to yours as his hips shudder, and the tightening of his stomach muscles against yours is echoed inside you as his cock throbs, filling you.

he lays heavy on your chest, both of you panting. everything is so slick underneath you, you can’t tell what’s sweat and what’s cum, your skin feverish. you shift your thighs restlessly, sticky and aching and he raises his head, looking down at you.

“was that...okay?” you breathe, self-conscious again.

his eyes shut briefly as he shakes his head.

“you’re crazy. she’s crazy,” he says to nobody in particular, lifting himself over you, hands pressing into the mattress. 

gasping, you sit up on your elbows to look down at him.

“what are you doing?”

his tongue laves long stripe along your still-sensitive pussy, dipping briefly inside before he breaks the contact to look up at you, eyebrow raised.

“cleaning you up. you thought we were done?”

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Good Choice (Without Him Part Two) - m. murdock x reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: angst, happy ending, cursing, pregnancy

Word Count: 1,814 words

Summary: Matt and Reader find common ground regarding their child and future.

Part One Masterlist

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"Ms, L/N. You are having a beautiful baby boy. " Your doctor speaks in a soft gentle tone as her hand glides the ultrasound device across your protruding stomach. Tears welled as you looked at Foggy who was holding your hand with an intense stare on the monitor. A smile washes over his face as the doctor confirms what we suspected. 

A boy. Smiling widely at the monitor looking at your precious baby, warmth filled your heart. Thoughts of baby cuddles, taking him to the park, good field trips, sports, all the potential memories but none have him in them. You thought you'd never regret leaving him after what he did with her but all you want now is for him to hold you, not Karen, Not Foggy. But the father of your child.

Karen and Foggy have been taking turns for doctors' appointments, despite your protests, eager to be with their niece or nephew. Despite not being blood-related, you all were family. 

"I know it's been rough for you these last few months between him and this baby. Just know I am always one call away, even if it's just to talk no matter how small. The next three 9months are going to be scary, but worth it in the end. " Your doctor smiles gently, making you nod a 'yes' knowing you'd never take her offer. "Well, I'm all done here. Imma get Rachel to draw up those discharge papers and get out of your hair. Keep taking good care of her, Fog. She needs it. Extra rest, stop stressing the baby." She says with a wide smile as she waves goodbye, closing the door on her way out.

Foggy wipes your stomach with the rag provided to remove the goop from the machine and sticks his hands out, which you take and allow him to pull you up. He grabs your underwear and pants, handing them to you before he stands by the door, facing away from you. 

Reaching down with underwear in hand, you go to bend over before realization hits you. You can't. 

"Uhm..Fog..I can't reach." When he turns, you are barely hunched over, belly blocking you from seeing your feet. Your best friend starts to laugh.

"Y/N, you look like the Hunchback from that Disney movie." He moves to grab your pants, holding them out. 

"Shut up and help me!" You laugh, shaking your head. You sit back down on the bed, doing your best to cover yourself as he slips your underwear up to wear so you can reach them before quickly turning back around to face the opposite of you. 

"Tell me when you're done." He says obviously. 

"No. Imma tell you to turn around now to see my cooch, yes I will tell you when I'm done." Sarcasm drips from your words as a chuckle follows them.

"Between you and Matt, this kid is gonna be the definition of sarcasm." At the mention of him, everything comes crashing back down onto your happy moment.

Your feelings for Matt were still as strong as when you left, you hated him for what he did to your family. But your love for him was just as strong too. You couldn't let all that love go, so you focused on your son. But it was like being stranded at sea. Every time you think you're strong enough to do this and swim back to shore, another wave would snatch you up and take you away. Your love for him was drowning you and you fucking hated it. You shouldn't have any love for the bastard. You tell yourself as a memory of the night you think you become pregnant haunts. You both were filled with so much love and passion for each other. 

Immediately, a tear runs down your face and you wipe it away. Pulling up your bottoms, you tap Fog with your foot. 

"Can I get my pants?" He turns around and quickly wraps you in his embrace.

"I'm sorry I brought him up. But you have to talk to him at some point. This is his baby, too. He's begging Karen and me to give him information from the doctors, you, everything." Foggy pleads for the fifth time that week. You know he's right. Matt should be here for his son and he would if I let him. But letting him means letting him near you and you weren't ready for that.

"Would you drop this if I said I'd think about it?" Pulling back with his arms still holding your shoulders, he nods with a soft smile. "Okay now get my pants. Please, Karen has Chinese food with our names on it!" You say in a sing-song tone. Smiling he repeats what he did with your bottoms to your joggers, but instead of turning he pulls them up for you and slides your slides onto your feet before sticking his arm out to you.

"Come now Milady. Off we go!" He says as you take his arm. "Time to stuff our faces, nom nom nom!" He says in a gruff, raspy voice, using his hands to peck at your shoulders.

"You are so weird!" You say as you leave the doctor's office, heading home.

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Laughing, you push the door to Karen's apartment as Foggy holds the food behind you. Stepping into the apartment, you go straight to the bathroom, ready to pee on yourself. Closing the door, you hear Foggy say "the fuck" loudly before muffled voices. 

Finished in the bathroom, you go back to the living room with food on your mind.

" I can't wait to dig into this Rangoon! I've been dreaming of it since last we- what the fuck?" Sitting beside Karen is Matt. Foggy is still standing but the food now rests on the coffee table between the group. Gritting your teeth, you shake your head. Unbelievable. You look over to Karen in disbelief. 

"You let him in? Knowing we were on the way back? Fuck this." You turn to go to your room but am stopped by a hand on your arm. Lightning speed, you twist around with your hand raised ready to hit the man that caused you so much pain but stop when you see it just Foggy.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to do this and I promise we did not plan this! Right, Karen?"

"You know how I feel about this, Y/N. He just showed up and refused to leave. I didn't know what to do."

"Call the cops." You mutter under your breath. A sad smile finds its way to Matt's face. With a sigh, Matt stands up and turns in your direction before taking a step toward you. Silently, Karen nods to Foggy for them to leave, you wish they would stay but you let them go, knowing how awkward it is to see a couple, especially your friends, fighting. Or in our case, separating. 

"I'm so sorry. And I'll always love you and want you. But, I'm not here to try to win you back. I know what I did was wrong and can never be forgiven, at least not for a while. I just want a chance to be a father to my child and if possible, your friend." Your eyebrow shot up at the word friend.

"Or just co-parents. I just want to be in their lives. Please." His voice is genuine, dripping with guilt, sadness, and even hurt. Seeing him like this kills you, but then flashes of him in Jen's bed pop into your head. 

“How could you do this to me?” If it wasn’t for his super-hearing, Matt wouldn’t have heard you, you mustered the words. Hurt flashes across his face as his eyes soften, his hand flinches to reach for you but he decides against it as he drops his extended hand. 

“There’s no excuse for what I did. I was drunk-”

“Oh, that lame-ass excuse! You just said you didn’t have any, but lied in the same breath.” You yell, shaking with anger. 

“No! I’m just trying to explain what happened. Please just let me talk.” He begs, hands out open and waiting: an invitation, not a demand. Everything in you tells you to grab him and let him hold you, you need his comfort after months of doing this without him. But, you couldn’t break. However, you couldn’t keep Matt out of his child’s life. You take a deep breath, trying to calm down. 

“G-Go ahead. Explain.” Your voice is shaking, you can tell if you're ready to cry or if you are angry. His begging eyes relax a little bit before glassing over with tears.

“I had too many drinks and I felt so out of place there. I was lonely and missing you. I was at the bar the next thing I know I was in someone else’s bed. I felt sick. I wanted to throw up. She woke up and I told her everything about us. We both got so drunk neither of us remember what happened. None of this is an excuse. I fucked up so bad and lost the best two things I ever had. Please give me a second chance, even as a co-parent. Just let me be in his life, p-please.” His voice cracks as a tear slides down his stubbled cheek.

Looking at his still-extended hand, you put yours in his. His eyes focus in on your general direction as a smile forms on his face. 

“We can be friends. Friends are okay.” You whisper, happy tears rolling down your face.

“This baby will need us and I want us to do this together, even if we aren’t..together.” His face fell as you mentioned no longer being a couple. Maybe you two could grow to pass this, for your baby and each other.

“I can do friends.” He says. “Can friends hug?” He asks. Instead of answering you rush into his embrace. His warmth wraps around you as his scent fills your nostrils. He feels like coming home. 

“I refuse to move and refuse to sleep on the couch so you can take your pick of the floor or couch.” You say into his chest, a low rumble coming from his chest as he laughs while his arms tighten around your waist, cradling your stomach with one hand. 

“I missed you so much.” He mutters into your neck, feeling your skin against his. 

“That’s not an answer.” Pulling back slightly, you look up at him. Annoyed, he huffs as he looks down at you.

“Couch.” He says making you smile at him.

“Good choice.” You beam as you snuggle back into his chest. You couldn’t help but love him. You knew you two weren't going to be friends forever, but your heart needed time, time to heal, time to forget.

part three coming soon!!

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[kerubimcrepin]

Live-read: "Les Dessous de Dofus" - part 4

Yes, this is funny, because they both take themselves so seriously. But also, the fact that Kerubim talked to the king, implies that he's doing this weird fucking superhero thing to patrol the streets at night to calm his own nerves.

Kerubim's responses to stress are very fascinating becase they're usually "it'll solve itself" and "if I don't solve it right now I will lose my fucking mind", and usually, the more serious things go into category 1, and the more random, non-threatening things go into category 2.

I would give actual money to know if Kerubim says "tu" or "vous" here. And there IS a right answer to pick between the two.

Actually, I am not going to pay for that. At least in part because I can't, due to being in a country that isn't a part of SWIFT.

Anyway, yeah, he does in fact use tu for Atcham here.

HE'S LITERALLY SO FUNNY. THIS IMPLIES THAT THE WHOLE BODYSWAP THING IN THE MOVIE IS KEKE'S FAULT... And he made a lot of money off of that.

I love him so much, its insane.

If I said that this exchange between Bad Portrayal of Gay People and the boufbowl guy implies, through parallels ("he's a god" "no he isn't, he goes to toilet", "umm well actually--") that Joris's feelings for Khan are of romantic nature (a childhood celebrity crush.) I feel like everyone would say I'm insane and urge me to get my head checked.

[shaking head at luis telling keke his wonderful figure is bad] i would treat him right. babygirl

"He must have drank a glass of water... Silly accident." I love you so much, Luis.

Atcham learns intersectionality.

I understand that the joke is probably that this thing shows random things, but somehow, if this thing does, to some degree, show people's wishes, — Joris's reflection being buff and covered in boufbowl stuff, and Kerubim's having a frilly dress with an umbrella while making soup, fits together in a very beautiful way.

He's such a beautiful artist.

(guy who's insane voice) do you think that Atcham would like to be a good person and is haunted by the fact that, simply by existing in opposition to Kerubim he is expected to perform atrocities? Or do you think that to him, being the catboy Joker, is the only way he can be taken seriously and not belittled all the time, which is a good price to pay?

Do you think he actually has strong beliefs? Would do horrible things for love? Does he feel good about the warcrimes he commits in Waven, together with Kerubim and Jo——

Even while disguised, Kerubim can make him so angry it makes him look stupid.

:(

And here's the cat from the beginning of the comic. Yeah he's 10. Yeah Atcham framed him. It's insane.

God, please, let this say cunt in french too. 🙏

No, I won't check it this time. I don't want to be disappointed.

One of the three most beautiful Krosmoz characters, everybody.

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[mayfieldss]

Dating Kiara Carrera would include;

If we're being real. A lot of fights.

Kiara is very strong-willed, stubborn, and opinionated, which you love.

But sometimes it causes waves in your relationship.

They are always settled though, the little fights you have with her.

Sometimes you apologize first, sometimes she does. It depends on what the fight was about.

But she cares so deeply for you that she can't stay mad, no matter how hard she tries.

She's loyal beyond words to you.

And she will defend you with her life.

Girl is throwing hands at anyone who dares to try and hurt or shame you in any way. She's protective and she's not afraid to show it.

Kie loves it when you kiss her.

When you initiate a kiss, she is swooning and in absolute heaven.

She loves it when you stand up for her, and she loves it when you stand up to her as well.

It makes her proud to see that her person isn't afraid to tell her what's on their mind, even if it's hard.

She's a 'my lap is your seat' kind of girlfriend for sure.

chair? what is that? You sitting on her lap? 100%

She's also big on you laying between her legs, head on her chest. The cuddles are nessacary and needed for her.

You're like her personal stress relief. One touch and she's feeling better, but it's best when she can hold you impossibly close.

"Just one more kiss..."

Kie is supportive as fuck.

You're going to give a speech, receive an award, or make a presentation at school?

Kie is there and cheering loudly at the back of the classroom, even if she isn't supposed to be there.

"You got this babe!"

She also loves your body, even on days when you don't.

Don't feel confident in your swimsuit? You can trust Kiara to make you feel a thousand times better.

"You are so hot."

"Holy shit babe, you're so stunning I can hardly breathe."

Beach clean-ups with Kiara are a big part of your relationship.

Free time? let's go clean the beach and save some turtles.

The two of you made T-shirts that have facts about the environment on the back and you gave them out to people on the island to raise awareness about saving the planet.

Kie loves dancing with you. Anywhere, anytime, if you ask her to dance, she is dropping everything to get on the floor and twirl you around.

Late-night close-ups at the wreck are the best. It's just you and Kie, in the empty restaurant together and you can do whatever you want.

The Kooks know not to mess with you, ever. Though sometimes the few without any common sense like to try.

You're Kiara's, and crossing you? Well, that's a bad idea.

She's on them in a second, ready to burn down a building or key a car if she has to.

"I trust you with my life."

Kie is hot. Like really hot. And you make sure she knows that you think so. Because damnn your girlfriend is fine.

She is a big blusher when it comes to you, and one compliment no matter how small has her ready to kiss your face off in an instant. She doesn't try to hide it either.

"I want to make out with you so bad right now."

When other people try to flirt with you at parties, Kie stays calm, but she'll be damned if they don't know your hers by the end of the night.

She's got her arms around you, and she's kissing you, lips, cheeks, forehead, and neck until you're laughing and swatting her away.

She knows you like it though.

Watching movies in bed on Kiara's laptop is a top-tier date night for the two of you.

Snuggled close together watching a film late into the night is more than enough. Neither of you needs fancy restaurants and strange food for a date to be good.

You just need each other.

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Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[ciaossu-imagines]

Any Kusakabe and u Xmas HC?

Holy, you spoil me so frigging much, Martha! I love you and this ask and thank you for the chance of getting to be delightfully self-indulgent!

Oh boy, you bet your ass I have lots of Christmas headcanons for me and Kusakabe. I love the man and he is definitely a fictional character where, even when I'm not using him as a fictional other, I'm using him as one of my fictional best friends.

So, as anyone who knows me or has read this blog in previous years has learned about me is that I absolutely frigging adore Christmas. It stresses me out to insane degrees, but it is tied with Halloween as my favourite day of the year. Everything about Christmas, the magic and wonder and peace on earth and peace to all mankind build-up around it, just makes me happy and strangely nostalgic for things I've never experienced and only seen in movies and Norman Rockwell paintings.

I start my Christmas decorating ridiculously early, something Kusakabe likes to tease me about and kind of grumps about. He points out that…it's legit November fucking first, we really don't need to be digging up the many boxes of Christmas decorations yet. We really, really don't. Like, can't you at least wait until after Remembrance Day to which I always reply with 'Halloween is over; it's fucking Christmas bitch!' with the exact same confidence and sass as Britney Spears when she said 'it's Britney, bitch!'

He does grump but Kusakabe is great at getting all the boxes down from the higher shelves before I even have the time to think of getting a chair. He picks up all the heavy boxes and brings them out for me too, telling me it would really help him out if I'd grab the awkwardly shaped but really light boxes.

Because this man is stupidly strong, and he seems the type who would lift weights just to make sure he can pick my fat ass up, he lifts me up to put the Santa hat on the top of my tree instead of risking me falling off the chair or taking the joy away from me of putting the tree topper on.

Kusakabe has not a shred of aesthetic value or appreciation though and leaves the overall decorating scheme of the year up to me.

I do see Kusakabe as someone who has learned to be a really good cook and a decent baker. Hibari is such a finicky, fussy eater that sometimes the only way he gets fed is if Kusakabe makes his meals just so, so Kusakabe learned kitchen skills. Skills that come in useful not just for helping me do all the Christmas baking, but the jam and pickle making, for the care packages full of goodies that we go and deliver to friends and family the week leading up to Christmas proper.

And because he knows just how hard the big family supper will be for me, he makes sure that we have a Christmas supper all our own done on Boxing Day or Christmas Eve, whichever one I'm feeling more like that year. We spend hours together putting it together and making a fun time out of it, singing along to Christmas carols and sometimes dancing in the kitchen.

And that big family supper? Food was highly weaponized by my mother first and then by my step-father and his family growing up. My portions were heavily restricted growing up, always less than my sister's, and there were chairs I was plain out told I was too fat to sit in growing up, that I would break them. I still have a lot of anxiety around eating at big family suppers, though therapy has made things better when it comes to my family.

Kusakabe plates for me, keeping the portions small enough that my mother won't kick up too much fuss, and abruptly changing the subject if she or my sisters bring up my weight or the food or anything like that, shutting them down without causing drama to erupt. He drove me to and from the meal so that we don't have to stay overly long, and he tucked a Tupperware container in the back seat before we left without me realizing it, with slices of freshly made bread in it and little containers full of butter and jam, as a special treat for surviving the supper to eat on the way home.

He gives me head pats and lets me lay my head in his lap and fall asleep on Christmas night as we watch It's a Wonderful Life and I am just perfectly happy and content and I feel spoiled and full of goodwill and joy towards all of mankind.

#replies #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #self-shipping headcanons #headcanons #kusakabe tetsuya #self indulgence #i love this man

[justyourtypicalwriter]

Vessel Au Incorrect Quotes pt. 3

Michael: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise. Ennard: What's the surprise? Baby: Blood poisoning.

Ennard: What happened to Michael? Baby: He died. Ennard: He what? Baby: He died, but He’s okay. Ennard: …Can you please clarify? Michael: Clarification is for the weak. Michael: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Ennard: They do. Baby: ...Why did you say that with such certainty? Baby: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight? Ennard: *raises hand* Michael: *puts his hand down* Michael: A sprite is anything not static. Ennard: A sprite is a variable object, be it 2d or 3d. Baby: A sprite is a fucking soda. Baby: You god damn geekass bastards. Michael: Quitting! It's like trying, but easier.

Michael: Be right back, gonna hit the toilet for a quick power sob. Michael: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me. *Michael, Ennard, Baby, and Lolbit laughing their asses off* Minireena: Why is this funny??? Baby: No, no this is good! He’s laughing at trauma Baby: You seem familiar... have I threatened you before? Michael: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously. F. Freddy: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs." Michael: … F. Freddy: Too soon? Michael: Yep. F. Freddy: Shit… Michael: I think my guardian angel drinks. Michael: Hi, I'm Michael, and only you can prevent forest fires... seriously, it has to be you. I'm sure as hell not gonna do it. Michael: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t? Fritz: Then either Sonic is a god or could kill god, and I do not care if there is a difference. F. Freddy: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco. F. Foxy: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy. Lolbit: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance. Michael: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.F. Foxy: *about Michael and Jeremy* They make a cute couple, huh? Lolbit: They certainly are standing next to each other.

Lolbit: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. F. Freddy: You could lose a few. F. Foxy: You could be less lazy. Michael: Don’t be such a bitch. Lolbit: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

Michael: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong? F. Freddy: Strong. Lolbit: Weak. F. Foxy: An idiot, is what your are.

F. Freddy: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much. F. Foxy: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad. F. Freddy: And I reserve that right! After all.... F. Freddy: I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879! F. Foxy: There were no movies made in 1879. Lolbit: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping! Michael: Oooh! Let’s go ask my fatha if he saw it in theatres!

F. Foxy: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Lolbit: Uh... what's up with them? F. Freddy: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into Michael. F. Foxy: I APPRECIATE YOU! Michael, crying:It's working.

F. Freddy: *is hugging Michael* Lolbit: Hey! It's my turn to hug Michael! Lolbit: *grabs Michael* F. Foxy: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! F. Freddy: No, It's still my turn! Michael: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly! Lolbit: But we need the moral support! F. Freddy: And you're small! Which is cute! F. Foxy: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. Michael: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

F. Foxy: Why are Michael and Jeremy sitting with their backs to each other? Lolbit: They had a fight. F. Freddy: Then why are they holding hands? Lolbit: They get sad when they fight.

F. Foxy: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Michael: Eyy, homie! F. Freddy: But then there's cootie… Lolbit: Die.

F. Freddy: Who wants to go out of the country on a road trip? F. Foxy: Yea, I could drink legally! Michael: I could hang out with the boys! Lolbit: I could hide from the consequences of my actions.

Lolbit: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Michael: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Lolbit: That wasn't an ambulance, a stranger drove you. Michael: But I heard a siren. F. Freddy: That was F. Foxy. F. Foxy: Sorry, I got nervous.

Michael: What if people had food names and food had people names? Lolbit: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Michael for dinner. F. Freddy: What is wrong with you people? F. Foxy: Shut up, chocolate.

*Comments under an image of a really hot knife cutting bread* F. Foxy: Imagine stabbing someone with this knife. Lolbit: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful. Michael: if you want information it is F. Freddy: why would you STAB a person when you can have TOAST?

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[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

MY-GOD! WHERE-DOES-ONE-START! Ok so I watched a few scenes from the last 2 Tokyo Revengers live action movies (couldn't watch the whole thing cause there were no subs but I wanted to see Nijiro play this type of role soooo bad to wait) and...just get me fucking there pleaaase! When this live action came out, people were like ok it's coming for Crows Zero-WHAT CROWS ZERO, CROWS ZERO COULD-NEVER! Back when I started watching Japanese series, I was watching lots of those with deliquents and all and, because I was crazy about Oguri Shun, I had watched Crows Zero too. Even back then, I was disappointed after watching, cause I had heard soooo much about it, but after all that I had watched, that movie wasn't that of a big deal for me. I felt the pacing was weird, the characters didn't have enough depth, but I enjoyed the fights. It's also one of my least favorite movies of Oguri Shun. But back to Crows Zero, cause the comparison isn't why I'm losing it.

First of all, I think they did a decent job with the plot, which isn't always easy to see in live actions. Second of all, the choreography is probably one of the best fighting choreos I have ever seen in a Japanese movie of this type. The strong launches were brutal too, so much in fact that I hoped they were yanking dolls around and not real people, like you know, stunt men. If those were real people *slow clap, standing ovation* omg and I hope you're ok.

Now for the acting part....I have seen most of these actors in other roles and I can't stress enough how important it is to have a good director, cause some of these guys...I have no words. I won't speak for everyone just for those who stood out to me the most. I can't tell a lot about Ryo Yoshizawa, cause, even though I fell in love with his acting from the first movie, I haven't watched his work anywhere else, but, this man's eyes...he acts with the fucking eyes alone sometimes like...I dunno, it's like, the way he depicts Mikey, the pain, that look like "I've seen shit in my life", etc. And that immense difference of his stare as Mikey in the past versus the one in the present from the previous movie. It's amazing to me how a person can have a straight face, like 1 expression on and still be able to depict different emotions the way he did. All my life I thought that if you wanna act, especially when it comes to feelings, you got to use your expressions a lot (not exaggerate them though cause then we move to overacting which I am personally not a fan of) but this guy proved me wrong. Moving on to Yuki Yamada. I have a love and hate relationship with this dude, cause in some stuff I hated him and others I liked him, but as Draken? Take my money. I think his character is a little more huggable when he plays him though. I didn't get that feeling from the anime from Draken. Like, I like him and all, he's fun, an amazing friend etc but somehow, maybe because Yamada's face is cutesie and not as "blank" or "chill" like the anime, he looks like this big bear you wanna hug. Like, it's a little cuter for me for some reason. As far as this movie is concerned, I liked the consistency. Everyone who played in the previous movie showed amazing consistency and sure that is also because the movies weren't made that far away from each other, imo. I reaaally really liked seeing him in this role again. Next up, Mahiro Takasugi. Honey dove, petit man I never expected I'd see in such a movie...I liked him. But, like I said earlier overacting isn't my thing so, there were moments I think he could have played it at a lower tone, but at this point I think it's his style. I used to think he did that only with comedy but, based on what I've watched so far from him, this is how he shows strong emotions so I get it. I loved his casting first and foremost. I think the guy he played really matched his uhhhhhh how do you say that, presence, his demeanor? It just felt like it really suit him, you know? And I just couldn't get passed that hairstyle at first and how it actually worked when he acted all deliquent like when he went to pick a fight with Baji. Now I want to see him in such role again. So surprised, so happy to see him like that and nailing the role. But I have to admit this isn't the first time he's surprised me. I think nth beats the pierced bad boy role he once played. I don't even remember the name of the movie cause I hated it but his role-my goodness xD. Full on visual kei out of nowhere. xD I like it when actors try many different things. Next up I'd like to give it to Kento Nagayama who, even though I didn't watch the full thing and had no subs to understand everything, he managed to make me like him, laugh with him, get insanely angry at him and then sympathize and cry with him from scene to scene. I think it takes real skill to do that without your audience knowing what you're saying or following the plot step by step. I'd also like to mention that I have watched only the first season of Tokyo Revengers in anime so I knew very few and vague stuff about the season on which these 2 movies were based off, which made me even more impressed about what he was doing. I want to see this man in other movies too, now, cause, like Yoshizawa I have yet to watch sth from him and I am really interested to see his acting in other things. (1/2)

#imagine not being able to watch a film fully but still want to talk about it so bad oooohhhh #i can't wait for the subs #it looks reaaally good

[firsttarotreader]

Can you do a reading on Pedro's career, and where it will be in 10 years? Will it be still going strong? What kind of movie projects will he be looking into being a part of in the future? Would he like to write or direct a movie in the future?

Hello! Listen, Tarot doesn't go as far as 10 years in the future. lol Even if I did try to read for it, 10 years is a fucking long time and so much can happen and so much can change. The cards are supposed to be showing a near future, based on the current energies around the subject and it goes as far as 6 months ahead. I asked for a general view on his career in the near future, and I will write what the cards showed me, because sometimes you guys ask me some things that are unrealistic to expect to get from a reading. Like, what kind of projects will he be looking into being a part of in 10 years? Bro, there's no way to get that. 10 questions in the same ask also doesn't help because it confuses me, so I will kindly ask you with all the love to try and be more direct in your reading requests. Please and thank you! 💜

As for what the cards say about his career in the near future, the first pull was the 9 of Teacups reversed, 2 of Spears and Queen of Wands. Also keep in mind this reading is about his career only, not other aspects of his life. Well, 9 of Teacups reversed means he might be feeling like he's still not there. Something will not go fully the way he expected, and there will be this urge that he still wants more, he hasn't fully achieved all he wanted, he will still be going for more, like something is still incomplete in his career. 2 of Spears points to him feeling confused, having trouble deciding what projects he will take. He might be between two or more, but he will be feeling kind of uncertain about which ones would be the best for him and what to choose. He might be between several jobs at the same time and freaking out a little bit. lol However, Queen of Wands shows us this man can handle it. He will have lots of energy, fire energy, and he's gonna be at his best social moment, commanding and drawing attention everywhere he goes because he's a star and he's gonna be loved. He's gonna be fierce and determined to get where he wants to. You go for it, Pedro!

Then I did another pull and the cards were the 10 of Flowers, 6 of Hedgehogs and 7 of Flowers. You see, 10 of Flowers complements that energy of the 2 of Spears. He will be working his ass off, overwhelmed, carrying a lot of weight, with a bunch of projects, and honestly he should be careful with his back, because this card makes me think of too much pressure on it, emotionally and physically with all that work. He's gonna have a lot of responsibilities and he's gonna be stressed and exhausted about it all. 6 of Hedgehogs shows us he's gonna give it 100% of himself. He's ready to offer all he's got and he's not even thinking of what he's gonna get in return while he's doing it. It's like he wants more in his career but when he's working he's just giving it all no matter what happens. 7 of Flowers represents conflict, but a lot of internal conflict. He might end up in a battle with himself, facing challenges and needing to persevere, be strong, put up a fight and staying determined. We know he struggles with self-confidence in his work and this might it or part of it. Again, you got this, Pedro!

The last pull I did was 5 of Hedgehogs, 10 of Hedgehogs reversed and The Chariot. Okay, so 5 of Hedgehogs isn't a good omen. He might feel at loss, he might struggle at work, go through isolation periods, have problems in his projects, but he really should take care of his health. Once again this card points to the possibily of health problems, health deterioration, and back problems are a possibility. It's like he can't keep up and will feel "outside", kind of "behind". 10 of Hedgehogs reversed is also not a a good omen, especially after the 5 of Hedgehogs. It represents failure, instability, fleeting success or lack of success. So this could mean projects that don't do so well, things not working the way he expects them to work, or Pedro feeling like he "failed" in whatever he's doing. Maybe feeling like he didn't do a good enough work with this or that character in terms of acting. Anyway, The Chariot ends this pull reassuring us (and him) that he can work this out. He's doing everything right, he's in the right path to the success and accomplishments he wants from his career, he's strong willed and determined to get there and he's on his way. Don't back down, Pedro!

So there you go, his career in the next few months. Have confidence in yourself and take care of this back!! To the anon, I know it's not 100% what you asked, but this is what we got. lol! 😁

#career #work #Readings

[hunter-sylvester]

1, 8, 16, 17 & 22? For the choose violence ask game ✨

-cracks knuckles- let's go

(I got so fucking rambly I put in a cut so this doesn't clog everybody's dash lmao)

01. The character everyone gets wrong

It depends. My first thought was Hunter Sylvester. But I do see a lot of takes I agree with. I definitely wouldn't say everyone gets him wrong. I guess it's closer to maybe being about 50/50? But he's the character I've seen people get the most wrong I think. To the point where I wonder what fucking movie they watched cause it's not Metal Lords 2022 I know that much. The "he wouldn't say that" is strong.

The other answer would be Riley Finn (btvs) I guess. Because he is WIDELY hated by the fandom and there are just some scenes that I find really endearing. He has shitty moments, sure. He does. I'm not blind to those, nor do I excuse them. (Ultimatums are never ok!) But it feels like most of the fandom hates EVERYTHING about him and there is just an endearing quality to him for me. It's weird because my favorite Buffy character is Spike and it's not like Riley even makes it into my top 10. I don't love him as a character but I just...kinda like him?? Which is already in pretty stark contrast to most of the fandom I feel lol There is just something quite sweet about that goody two shoes soldier boy who's stressing out because everything he's ever been told is true and correct is crumbling around him. It's particularly the scene where he's helping Xander move that really does it for me I think. (I know you've been watching through Buffy for the first time and I don't think you've gotten to it yet so I'm trying not to be too spoilery) But yeah, I don't even have that strong of a defense of him at all. Again, I just…kinda like him. (disclaimer it's been a WHILE since my last watch-through, do not come for me)

08. Common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Eddie being a top/Dom. I have literally nothing to back that opinion up other than I prefer Bottom!Eddie + Top!Steve. I know I'm kinda the one that's wrong on this one but...I like what I like. And I shall be delusional about it lol

This one's not super common but tiny fandom so eh I don't see where people remotely get the idea that Hunter is into Clay. Nor vice versa to be honest. I don't think they're particularly on each other's radar one way or another. At most I feel like Clay would be like "he's kind of a dick...hope he's okay tho" (like after the party particularly) And I feel like Hunter forgets Clay exists when he's not actively standing in front of him.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

I must preface this by saying I have NO ISSUE what so ever with polyamory. It's all good, there should be more rep and the societal bullshit stigma needs to go. That being said... I just don't like poly skullflower, personally. It's not for me. I don't see it. I don't get it.

Also x reader anything I just can't and I don't get why people like it but to each their own.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Basically any fanart of Metal Lords, preferably Hunter (obviously). But I'll take pretty much anything T-T I would love to have more Metal Lords fics to read too but I'm extremely picky about Hunter's characterization so I don't even know what to say I want more of, we'd be here all day lol

22. Your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

I guess I truly don't think I've seen anybody else acknowledge that Kevin is a Fallout fan. Not necessarily my "favorite part of canon" or anything but I genuinely don't think I've seen anybody talk about it. And I do like it, I think it's really fun. (I was going to say Hunter's anxiety initially but I don't know if that is technically canon?? Or if the jacket thing (just the idea of it being one jacket not the whole scenario lol) can be counted as canon. Or even if Hunter being in love with Kevin can be considered canon. It's how Adrian played Hunter but it wasn't in the script. I would consider that canon but it's not widely ignored so...Fallout.)

Thank you so much for sending these 🤘 (And I'm so sorry it got SO wordy asjdlkalsjl)

From this ask game.

#answered ask #my post #itsfreakingbats #ask game

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary2

today we did errands and i did hate it like i thought. i don't know why i hate it so much. like okay hate it's too strong a way to put it but it wigs me out totally.

i guess probably, i hate going outside lately, and partly being around my gf and her mom puts me on edge, they're both anxious people who dawdle or i feel like they dawdle and i just want to go back home because it's hot out because we live in the dumbest desert ever and even if they're both having a good time basically it's made up of 100 mini arguments that no one has any stake in until one of the decides that something was really actually transgressed and that makes me feel catty and irritable but also i'm stupid and lazy, or i don't know. i feel kind of like i have to do most of the important stuff, but what is that really, that's not true, i just watch the laundry in the laundromat, i sit and listen to orchid, i feel people stare at me and then i watch my girlfriend fold the laundry because she doesn't like/need my help, and then we go to the store and she wanders around, she used to be a lot worse, and she also randomly decides rather than having us go look for something in the direction we're going maybe she should ask her mom to do that, and then get disappointed with what her mom brings her, so we go look. i don't know. it's annoying, is all, and i feel bad about that because it's so dumb to be annoyed, it should be funny it feels like but it makes me a little miserable to be dragged around places that make me feel totally dirty to be inside of, like, have you looked at the floors of every super market/market/wherever you buy your vegetables like god it's so gross and i'm transfixed by that because i'm like, also that gross too basically, right.

or i think that way a little. otherwise today was fine except for i came home and went crazy. when i go crazy i just say the same thing over and over, and i don't know why, it's not mean stuff it's just all stupid, i feel a clot in my throat talking about it/typing it, because like, what is it, i'm always convinced i know exactly what i'm saying when i'm saying it, but i can hardly remember, and like, there's almost no intention, i just start doing things and i can't help it, i just do it. when i'm super stressed i guess i just become way stupid.

definitely.

n e wayzzz, yesterday i think i fucked up a number, it wasn't 22 i stopped crying right, it was earlier, like, 21-20-ish probably. i don't know why correcting that feels so important. it makes me look way more pathetic, which is fine, i've made peace with that. everything that's ever happened to me means way too much for way too long. i don't think i hold grudges, at least.

last night i saw this print in the towel from last time i wore makeup, it happens every time so next time, which will be soon cuz i'll put makeup on when i go see melt banana cuz i want to serve cunt i guess, anyways it was my eyes closed drawn w/ mascara, when i washed my face and i couldn't get all the stuff off my face because i'm really lazy with the micellar pads or actually it's mostly because i like waking up and seeing some on my face still. i think it's actually when eyeliner looks best on me.

that's like, true.

tomorrow is gonna be weird because i have to meet with someone for semi-professional reasons after not having a job forever because i'm honestly terrible at being employed and it makes wanna die, but this is me probably getting paid to make music for someone's movie, and he likes a demo i did for him so that's #cool right. it's scary because i don't know what he'll say and how much he'll want from me, and i'm scared about not being perfect at it, and i'm scared it'll sap my ability to make what i normally make anyways but that fear is really stupid. if anything i think it'd make me want to go the other direction more, right.

i did work on music today but no vox, i just took some drums off grid on a song, which is fun, or not really but it's rewarding to go through and think about how another human would be dealing with a song/interpreting it in a live way almost, but the hits being so clearly from a drum machine of some kind, it makes it a little uncanny.

tomorrow i need to wake up early, so i can warm up and do some vocals somewhere, probably work on the song that i want to be another single a little bit, some parts need a little improvement i feel like. i didn't listen to the songs i did yesterday yet, too freaked out i guess.

today i ate, like, i forgot what i started with. i woke up in pain, my stomach was a gravity pit and it made getting up hard, i was just falling into myself and my body was distantly sore, i woke up, and i took too long in the shower so my gf's mom got here while i was drying my hair which probably is part of what put me in a stressed out place today already. anyways i think the first thing i ate after 2-3 hours of being awake was chicken tenders. i'm not saying where from because it makes me feel sort of ridiculous i guess, i dunno why. i should just say because it is ridiculous and it's really funny, for some reason shaq owns some kind of chicken chain, and we ate it today. it's fine, i like the french fries, they're crazy thin and i think i can still taste the salt at the back of my throat. we ate in the car because laundry had to happen. i didn't have water so i was dying a little bit. i have water now which is nice. uhhhhhhhhhhhh

trying to think, the next time i ate was at home, i ate a cinnamon roll that i think my girlfriend wanted but also doesn't care about too much and a blueberry muffin. i keep saying i'm going to eat the other one because it makes me look psycho, which is funny i think. what else.

in the shower, today, i thought about living with my aunt a lot, i hope my cousin who moved out around the same time i was moving out of there is well, i hope my cousin who moved in as i moved in there and is presumably still there, there being vague because maybe my aunt moved and took her kid with her, is doing better than he was, but i don't know. i sort of developed the fear that he maybe did something awful, i don't know why he would though.

makes me think about my other cousins, on my dad's side. they both turned out to have awful lives, they were normal for a while until they were adults, and switches came on in their heads maybe, around the same time each were arrested for domestic violence, both in jail. i remember vividly the time one picked up their cat and threw her in the pool and we three watched her run out, long hair all wet, she looked like a rat from a sewer. they were in highschool, i was way younger. another time, one showed me a glass bluebird, translucent, he talked about how it represented jesus, and then in that same stretch of time, i played ocarina of time on their n64.

i also ate some pretzel rods, i forgot, they were from the 99 cent store, i tried to get some in the smiths but my gf said: i got those exact ones in the 99 cent store. and then her mom showed up and she told that to her mom twice because her mom was not listening at all the first time.

friday we are seeing melt banana which i am excited about but i am not excited about hanging out downtown potentially cuz it's so fucking windy in the summer i don't want to have my bangs get fucked up in the wind that's so annoyinggg and also last time we were there i became inconsolable because i tried a dress on and it didn't fit and i was unhappy for at least 2 days. i think i sound really unfun in these posts. whatever.

[bakedbakermom]

Hey teacher if you actually think taking a socially isolated six year old, sitting her down with the class, and then letting them talk about ALL THE THINGS THEY DON'T LIKE ABOUT HER is an acceptable way to treat a child then we do not have a different approach when it comes to child development, we have a different approach when it comes to being a human fucking being.

I Do Not Care what class rules she struggles with, that is abuse.

Hearing my daughter cry for the last few days as she recounts what she's feeling in that classroom... I can't explain what that feels like. When she was born, and I held her for the first time, I was Changed. I've tried to explain it so many times and the best I've got is. How the Grinch Stole Christmas. When his heart grew three sizes and it broke the little box? I felt that. I felt my heart growing inside me as a physical sensation so strong it was almost painful. It's beyond words.

The pain I feel for her now is beyond words in the same way. I am physically sick for her. She has been pouring her heart out to me. The phrases she uses:

I just curled up in a ball at my seat and was crying. Teacher may was well have written "Talk about Stupid (name)" on the whiteboard.

I'm worried I'll never be able to be happy at school again, and then maybe I'll never be able to be happy at all ever again.

Imagine if someone took a tiny baby, and they just put it in the trashcan. Teacher does that to me over and over.

Teacher only talks to me when I'm doing something wrong, I'm scared to go talk to her when I need something.

I'm a good kid! I know I am! Why can't Teacher see the angel in me?

I'm always crying at school and I hate it because they all think I'm a baby.

Teacher is always frowning at me. I hate my whole life right now, except my parents.

And she was singing the "I Wish I Wasn't Different" song from the Movies episode of Bluey. And she's got a fucking stress rash on her hand because she can't stop picking at herself.

SHE'S SIX FUCKING YEARS OLD.

I am astounded by the depth of her pain and I'm only feeling the echo of it in that piece of my heart she made.

This woman made my child feel that. To say I am incandescent with rage is barely scratching the surface.

I kept her out of school today (and gave her the best self-care a 6yo could ask for*) and feel massively guilty I haven't taken more action much sooner. She WILL NOT be made to feel this way one more goddamn minute. Tomorrow we talk to the principal and we will make them make this right.

* Last night she was telling me it felt like her heart used to be all pink and happy and now it's blue and has a frowny face and tears falling down, and then it broke in half and now this half is all the way down in my KNEE (I am raising a delightfully dramatic child).

So today, we had a Fix Daughter's Heart Day. I let her download a few cute but dumb apps on her tablet and she got to play them in her jammies during breakfast - that alone broke 3 boring routines that she finds tedious. We went to Build A Bear. Frankly, we went a little nuts at Build A Bear. We got junky mall food for lunch. We went to the little candy store that has "disappointing gummy BEARS but the best gummy WORMS in the whole world."

We stopped at the grocery store and got a little bit of junk food, a stuffed toy from the impulse aisle, she picked out a card for her dad for valentine's day, and we chose the stuff to make her favorite dinner, which is also the one she likes to help with - she pushes the switch on the Cuisinart to shred the cheese, it's adorable and slightly terrifying and she is drunk with power, giggling the entire time. She got downtime to craft and color and read while I cooked and helped her with words.

And the whole time, we talked. That was the best part. She talked to me, and I talked with her, good stuff and bad stuff and silly stuff and sweet stuff, and I swear we really Saw each other today.

I checked in with her about the color of her heart a bunch of times throughout the day. (Her answers were incredibly specific, btw.) Tonight at bedtime she said it was all the way pink again, and it was shaped like a cat and it was purring and making biscuits.

I am trying my ass off to be the mom I wish I'd had, the mom she deserves, the mom who protects her and uplifts her and cheers her on and comforts her and teaches her. This shit is HARD. This shit is WORTH IT, but this shit is hard.

#i always thought that whole mama bear thing was a stupid white lady trend #i guess i get it now #liwl.txt #also you need to watch Bluey it's such a genuinely sweet and loving show #wow i really just had a flashback to livejournal holy shit #thanks for reading #hi yes blogging is my therapy now

[a-holocene-epoch]

03.21.2024

11:58pm

Its been hell week in our home. He's been constantly berating me for the last week and a half and I finally broke and cried today. I hate crying in front of him so I got up and walked away and all he said was "you can't even have a conversation" well I could if I didn't get laughed at every time I cried.

it started last week when I was super horny, stupid I know. But I had asked him Wednesday night to take a shower so we could .... but he didn't. Then he didn't again on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and by the time Sunday night came I was over it. And I told him he was selfish and outright gross.

He woke up with a vengence Monday morning. He had stayed up late with his friend shooting the shit on the patio and was mad when I asked him if he wanted to stop by the store with me after leaving our oldest at school. Keep in mind please he did not have to get up. At all. But he did. Once thing led to the next and boom another argument. Which led to him throwing keys at my face hitting me with them. Since then it's been completely ON for him. Everyday is something new, something different, "God damnit ..... you couldn't" "of course you fucking didnt" everyday punches until they became Suttle. This morning he talked about "sometimes you don't know what you want when you're already in a relationship."

This is a cycle. Never ending. We ended up going to the movies and he started the "on our next date night." Cause I'm supposed to be over this completely and play happy partner.

It seems to be a cycle. Everytime he's around another girl for a moment that seems better than me either it being at work or a friend of a friend he becomes this manic asshole until he shakes off the "maybe I could get her" shit.

Im tired of being his punching bag. I'm tired of him being stressed at work be the reasone to treat me and talk to me like shit. I'm tired of being the one stuck in the crossfire when he's unhappy in his position either at work or with himself.

"Youre too old to be this insecure" while just last year he was saying how fat girls are only good to fuck while I was 8 months pregnant and 5 years into the relationship.

I wish I was strong enough to leave. I wish I had never given up on my education and job when I got pregnant with our first. I wish I was the working mom so I could have a standing surface without him.

#sahm #emotional abuse #relationship trauma #dear diary #perfect wife

[skinni-girls-eat-books]

Thursday, November 16th

8:30am I have one more big assignment and two more small assignments. It feels impossible and I'm so tired. All I want to do is call my best friend but he won't answer. Just have to do this myself again. I'm extremely strong and resilient and I can't believe I made it to this point.

3:30pm I survived Verbal Defense! I did it! I am really proud of myself for everything I have survived this semester! It's raining really hard which is fucking up my vibe and shit but the rain will stop eventually! I'm like shaking from all the overflow of emotions. This semester took so much from me, out of me, really just beat me tf up. My life has been a trainwreck for so long. I just want peace. I just want to calm the persistent anxiety that's been propping me up for months. I just want to rest my mind. I'm literally shaking from the release of stress. Stress is so undeniable physical and just wrecks your body in so many ways. It's time to rest and heal. You've been through so much trauma the past few months and here you are, still alive, still strong. Don't ignore the trauma you experienced but it's time to heal and grow and begin another chapter, not ignoring the previous chapters, but building off of the lessons learned. We go on.

4pm Just remember that most people don't gaf what you do bro just don't hurt anyone and ur good. I just put fish sticks in the oven and popped open a mojito and I'm chilling until I change my mind and want to do something else.

4:20pm I feel like I can finally process what has happened to me. School put me in survival mode and now I'm free to heal. Yeah I'm crying when I should be feeling nothing but joy. I'm crying bc I didn't get the chance to when I was just trying to survive. I went through so much having my trust broken and my life ripped out from under me. I am traumatized but I'll heal. I know I will. This will pass and then I'll feel the joy of my success. It was all mine and all my hard work. I'm seriously proud of myself and I'll say it 1000x ❤️

4:40pm added image of my fish sticks bc it makes me happy that I'm feeding myself

5:00pm intrusive thoughts but wow I can't believe I didn't kll myself this semester I'm so proud :)

5:10pm I made green beans sauteed in the pan instead of the microwave 🥰 I love myself and I know I am worth so much and I know I can take care of myself when I'm not insanely stressed with school. I'll find myself again in no time ❤️ it's like a dark storm cloud has lifted from above my head

7:47pm I woke up from a nap and my stomach hurts lol I think I made the green beans too oily/buttery but it's ok! Haha. I need to clean out my fridge and get some me foods in here. I haven't gone grocery shopping in ages. Everything is probably freezer burnt tbh but that's ok! You were just trying your best ❤️

I have rented Silence of the Lambs and I think I will take a Tums and have some Sprite and some ice cream and rest some more ❤️

9:25pm ok so I had a finish an assignment that nobody wanted to do so I took one for the team and did it 💕 the Tums helped tremendously and now it's movie time :) I'm glad I don't feel like I'm about to shit myself anymore so that actually worked out 😂

9:49pm physical feelings/ sensations have such a profound impact on my mental status. Seeing something gross or feeling physical pain just send me into a spiral. I would like to know how to work on this more. I think the best thing to do for now is to focus on what I can control in my surroundings.

1am lol ok I ended up not watching the movie and that's ok! MasterChef marathon ftw. Got both my little boys laying on the couch with me ❤️

Woke up and I started thinking about being in a relationship and about him or whatever but I'm not really sad. I think I'm asexual or like really minimally sexual. Idk what it is but like I enjoy people for so much more than sex? Like I want to have a connection with you first and then that will follow. Idk how people just be out here jumping and dumping 😂 it's just a waste of time for me. Long story short, I'm not seeking out another relationship rn so it's hard for me to even feel sexual really. Maybe it's a trauma thing or a stress thing, I really don't know. I do know I can't be the only one who feels this way and that's ok ❤️

2am I think I have autism and yeah I mean I thought of it before but then it's like 🤷‍♀️ ok and? And yeah I just think it explains a lot of things about me. But it's like I don't know what to do with that information lol.

[benkeibear]

I need to go on anon because I've never written a thirst before and feel like I suck at it BIG TIME. But at least I wanted to try to give something back to you, so here we go:

(Also my language might suck)

(MDNI)

You spent hours and hours convincing Bonten's financial manager of the attrivance of your company's offer, always the thought in mind how beneficial and how much of a financial safeguard a cooperation with Tokyo's #1 would be. But Hajime Kokonoi is not infamous as Bontens wallet for nothing. A sly fox, for whom none of your offers was good enough. After 12 hours of complicated calculations and financial speculation, finally the breakthrough: He accepted. And you were a wreck, not even sure anymore if you had convinced him or if he had convinced you, but at this point your brain was too fried to worry about that. He accepted the offer and that's all that matters for now.

Exhausted to the bones, you flip off your office lights, exit the building and get into your car. The drive home must have been on autopilot because all you could think about was your bed, hiding under the covers, putting your drained mind at ease and sleeping for hours. But your beloved husband had other plans.

The moment you enter your apartment, the scent of your favorite food tickles your nose, accompanied by a smell as if an oppossum had been stuffed into the toaster which had been turned to the highest setting. Anxiously you head straight for the kitchen, calling your husbands name. The moment you stumble over the threshold you freeze in your movement. Your eyes meet those of your husband, who stands expectantly in front of you, holding a bottle of champagne in his hands as thick smoke rises from the stove behind him. "Benkei? What the hell are you doing?“ You had not quite finished your question, as the cork removed himself without permission from the bottles neck and flies with a loud „pop" against the wall next to you, where it shatters the glass of a picture frame into a thousand pieces. A shrill scream escapes your throat as your favorite photo from your last summer vacation falls to the floor right next to you, clattering loudly.

"Surpriiiiiiise!" says Benkei, putting on his most innocent smile (😬) and for a split second, you're not quite sure whether to cry or laugh.

"I heard about your deal and thought we'd celebrate a bit. I cooked your favorite meal - or at least I intended to", Benkei points to the burnt haystack of misery in the pot right behind him. "But you know what? Fuck it! Lets order some junk!“ Before you know it, you are lying on your husbands strong arms, who carries you to your bedroom, just as he had done on your wedding night.

Finally you are united with a bed, but your tiredness is long forgotten. You're in for a treatment worthy of a queen. Massages hours on end and the possibility to let Benkei pleasure you with his fingers and tongue or relieving your build up stress by riding out orgasm after orgasm on his hard length - if you feel like it. Otherwise you're in for a cozy night snuggled up in bed with Benkei, watching your favorite show and being fed with some chicken nuggies.

Love, take care & bye ~ 🤍

I- how did I know it's you before I saw your WhatsApp?? 🫣

I AM SCREAMING OVER HERE. BARKING. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT OKAY EVER.

thank you so much. You're the loveliest of the loves 🖤😭 the way this was needed after all these meetings and coming home to Benkei is just yes. Yes and yes again.

We all know I want this man to stuff me like a turkey and have him rearrange my guts after taking a long ride on his face until my legs are complete mush. Have him manhandle me because I'm far too spent to even move and grrr 😩 and and and and the way he'd just push his release back inside and give me a last release with those magical fingers of his.

And who says we can't have a really good time AND nuggies after? 🤨 getting cleaned & carried to the couch where we just cuddle up and watch a dumb movie while getting wine drunk and having nuggies. A dream.

#Rhy sins ♡ #selfship #Rhykei core #message from: unknown ♡ #even tho it's known #get yourself friends that love you like this #no you didn't see me saying all these things. Rhy and private Rhy are two different people I would never #okay i would but you know what I mean 😔✌️ #it's always making me blush knowing my irls hear me like that 😂 #i love you so much

[kissingfloor]

Woke up today feeling insane, and I haven't figured out if it's the good or bad kind yet. After having covid I've been sleeping 12 hour nights with dreams so vivid I am starting to confuse them with reality. I had a dream that I was eating jollof rice dipped in cheap mexican beer, grabbing it my the forkful and dunking it into the can- and it was phenomenal. I was peeling the dead skin off my feet, I couldn't remember how to play the Debussy piece but I improv'ed it anyway, and I was trying to join a floating commune and dodge the $1k membership price out of sheer social pressure alone.

Instead I woke up at 2pm to a lot of emails and texts wanting me to do something I haven't done yet- pay my hospital bills, or my rent, read all those lit mag submissions, send that invoice. Varying levels of anger from not at all angry to long blocks of text to debt collector threats. I think I am anxious about these things but I can't altogether feel their reality. After all, I am laying in my bed and no one is grabbing me out of it. Really, no one will. I could continue to refuse for a long, long time. I could bring it all down by doing nothing.

This is the state of mind that flunked me out of school, the kind that got me fired from all those jobs, a sort of phase of unreality. There is a sort of psychotic liberation to it, because in failing and refusing but still existing I prove to myself that my existence doesn't really hinge on these things. Maybe they aren't real at all. I could have $0 in the bank account, debt collectors at my door, friends and superiors mad at me, but I would still be here- untouched. SInking low enough to ascend.

Maybe I'll go and see a movie at IFC. Maybe I won't take an umbrella and I'll walk in the rain. Maybe I'll spend the day just looking at people. Maybe I'll blow my cousin off for coffee. Maybe I'll do something stupid like spray painting the precinct to land myself in central bookings. Maybe I'll pick a random person to fuck. Maybe I'll do a bunch of ketamine. Or even more unlikely, maybe I'll actually answer the texts and emails. Maybe I'll trip on mushrooms and call the hospital to make them forgive my bills- convince them I'm too insane to pay them. Maybe I'll just make my espresso of the day and sit here and read. Maybe I'll call up that cute boy that doesn't like me as much as I think he should. Maybe I'll throw myself off a building.

I'm ok actually, really. I'm not sad or stressed. Don't call the fascist internet police on me. Just sometimes nothing feels very real, sometimes rainy days just do that.

Last night I took the midnight train from New Brunswick to Manhattan. I met a strange + attractive poker player in the elevator and on the train platform. His hair was gray and the way he talked referenced the decades he had experienced, but his face was young. His energy seemed so strange that I think he could have been famous. It was humid and comfortable outside, and he talked to me about his weird friends in Joshua Tree- how he lives on their compound for free and makes his money in poker tournaments. How- if i had some intelligence- which he asked me if I had- I could make money that way, too. That is, if I also played a lot of poker. We lost track of each other and I was thinking that maybe I should have just followed him off the train into the night- gone down the shore to whatever weird party house I knew he was on to. The conductors yelled over the PA that they were "low leveling" tonight, and everyone got off in the middle of the tracks. So dark I couldn't see them as we left the station behind.

I gave everyone money who asked for it that night. The conductor had good, strong forearms. He kept reading the printed train schedules out of boredom, which I found funny. Reading timetables over and over as the traincars clacked and the humid air wheezed in through the cracks.

I thought of all the other people who I have run into- always at night- who gleefully and innocently suggest a new career. The MTA worker who told me all about their benefits- how I could have a great career as a train operator. The flight attendant who almost got me to fly out to their training grounds in pursuit of a more fucked up and mobile lifestyle. And now a poker player.

Different lives to think about. Nothing too unlikely until I reach some point where I suppose I am too old. But I'm not there yet...