#I will give you the flag of some of them ^ in another post tomorrow

[echo-s-land]

@unhonestlymirror i need to go to sleep

This was halfly popularize

Let's start off with Angyalistan and Užupis, since I don't have anything to add to what you already know about them x)

+only thing I added is the infinity symbol under Angyalistan's bc I felt like it+had to find a way to nod to the concept of horizon/infinity

Next are Mùnegu (Monaco in Eng, Italian, and everyday life French, Monègue in older French, Mónegue in Occitan) and Andorra (Andorre in French):

Mùnegu:

while she indeed depends on France for military defense, she's very much capable and doesn't rely on him for everything! (dammit!) - she's quite rich (altho the fact she doesn't have many citizens must help)

seem to have a relationship with the Holy German Empire, Spain Kingdom and Italian kingdoms but it made my head hurt with how much dates there are) - gained independence from Genoa in 1247, independence from Holy German Empire in 1524 and becomes a protectorate of the Spanish Kingdom until 1641 where Mùnegu becomes a protectorate of the French Kingdom, then becomes a protectorate of the Sardinia Kingdom from 1815 to 1860. In 1918, becomes a sort of protectorate of France anew

During WW2 scared to be invaded by Italians, went to ask (then Vichy) France what to do to which France replied 'just let them'. So Mùnegu was occupied by Italians in 1942 and then by German in 1943. Helped to deport Jews

christian, catholic (freedom of religion for the people, but the State is still catholic)

abortion became legal (2019) but it's still a mess so the women are encouraged to go to France, Italy or another country where it's legal and less of a mess

Speaks Monegascan/Monegasque, French, then Italian (and English for business ofc)

tried to draw her more 'classy' and organized (?) I still haven't understood the purpose of the hairstyle she canonically has

Andorra:

Actually much more closer to Spain (and Portugal), part of the Iberian Peninsula

For an old reason, both French's government representative (nowadays, the President) and the bishop of Urgell in Catalonia in Spain are ruling over Andorra as co-prince (since 1607)

Has been around since at least the X-XI century

got annexed by the French Empire from 1812 to 1814

His territory has remained unchanged since 1278

Speaks Catalan, then Spanish and Portuguese and then French (but less)

He wasn't invited to the Versailles Treaty so he was officially at war with Germany between 1914 and 1958

during both World Wars and their aftermaths was used as a way to cross the French-Spain border by lots of different people for different reasons (deserters, nazis, Jews, Spanish people fleeing Spain...)

Abortions are illegal (so you have to go to France or Spain to have them)

christian catholic

legend says that Charlemagne gave Andorra a charter

(+Andorra is in the middle of nowhere in the Pyrenees)

is to France and Spain what Liechtenstein is to Switzerland - but they care less about him than Switzerland can care about Liechtenstein

Aigues-Mortes:

It's kinda hard to talk about Aigues-Mortes because the micronation was created in 2011 but the city has been around for several centuries

'Aigues-Mortes' literally means 'Dead Waters' (reference to the fact there are several ponds and swamps in Aigues-Mortes and around the city. The bodies of water stay still)

In 1248, Louis IX named the city 'Bona per Forsa' ('Good despite fate'?) after the inhabitants' request but the name Aquae Mortuae, later Aigues-Mortes will stay

After the Revolution in 1789, the city changed its name to 'Port Pellier' but once again, the name didn't stick around

August 1893: 'Italian slaughter.' (7 deaths, 50 injured, not a single culprit will be sentenced). Biggest slaughter of immigrants in French contemporary history

More about the micronation now!: motto can be translated as 'Love thy neighbor and steal/drink their wine!' - says her religion to be 'Catalcoolisme' ('Catalcoholism'; play of word between 'Catholicism' and 'alcoholism' I suppose); worship rosé (type of wine)

Was created when two friends got drunk (drinking rosé, ofc)

Looks up to Monaco; wants to become like Monaco (hence why she tries to dress up with the same type of clothes Monaco dresses with (classy) and why I made her dyed her brown hair in blonde)

has the French south accent!

Corsica:

was ruled by Genoa from 1284 to 1755 (fought for independence from 1729 to 1755). Became a Republic until France annexed Corsica in 1769

several historical ties with (what is nowadays) Italy

Got a bad reputation bc of FNLC (National Liberation Front of Corsica) mostly. From 1974 to 2014, the nationalist group bombed (public buildings, banks..), made several armed robberies, as well as aggravated assaults and murders/assassinations against French symbol and government and advocated for independence + presence of organized crime

renowned for her beauty

bonds with Breizh over France+luxury tourism destroying their lands and their languages dying out

otherwise doesn't have any ill intention toward continental French people (if you're respectful with her, she'll be respectful with you)

is known to have a strong sense of community/family

isn't going to scream at every opportunity she gets that Napoleon (Napoleone Buonaparte) was Corsican but she's never going to forget it+little pride

wants more independence from France but numbers show that Corsican people do not wish for full independence

occupied by Italy and Germany during WW2; first French territory to be freed

mainly catholic

Frioul:

Already talked about him!

he's the one where you have to have a permit to wear flip-flop lol

Drink respect women juice everyday

insolent but never insulting

doesn't like the heat (he is a bit tan because he is in the south of France but tries his best to stay in places where there's no sun) (most than likely carries a mini-ventilator around and stays indoors+carries a sunshade/parasol outside)

Prankster with calm energy

hates unnecessary commotion/noise (also hates the necessary one but understand it)

has the French south accent!

Was Naple's at first (until the XIVth century where he went from Frenchman's control to Frenchman's control; until he eventually became part of France)

Micronation since 2011

Saugeais:

Created in 1947 as a joke by a prefect and a hotelier (in a abbey?)

at the border with Switzerland

anthem is written in old patois/dialect which France can barely understand

it seems like the dialect has been dying since the last century so I don't know if he can still speak it? Probably has an accent

organizes a sport competition every year (mountain biking, kayaking, running..)

Dracystan and Anthophilia are next! They were both created in 2020 so I made them quite young+They were the only newly micronation that had enough personality for me to work with them - which means France has about 20+ children (but they're 1 or 2 dimensional? kinda ghosts? how would they (not having a defined identity) be portrayed in hetalia/how can they be personified)

Dracystan:

does a lot of clean-ups and gardening; carries gardening and clean-up tools around

any person loitering will be sanctioned/sentenced to remove stinging nettles with their bare hands. it's the law

loves fairy tails! It is said that Once upon a time, the king of Dracystan turned into a frog

gave him frog pins (+ didn't draw it here but he has a frog hat, you know the ones!)

being honest, i thought about The Little Prince while drawing him so that's why he got a scarf and a fox on his overall-

Anthophilia:

SYMMETRY. insects love symmetry, Anthophilia loves insects, so she wears symmetrical clothes and keeps her hair symmetrical too + you can't see it since I didn't color but she's wearing nails polish (orange-red-black-red-orange on each hand))

particularity cares about bees, but also butterflies, bumblebees, birds, nectarivore mammals...

[ofmdrecaps]

09/20/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Call To Action: David Jenkins; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Hugo Pierre Martin; How To Help; Other Cast & Crew Sightings: Rhys Darby; Rosie Carnahan Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Leslie Jones; Guz Khan; Damien Gerard; Kristian Nairn; Hugo Pierre Martin;

Well folks. It sure is wonderful to be honking loudly with you again! (Clown or Goose, however you prefer to consider it!). This morning, David Jenkins started us all off with a very specific tweet that set off a chain reaction!

= David Jenkins =

It APPEARS that David is telling us, the fans, that OFMD is "available", and that Netflix is the streaming service to woo. Now, does that mean it's just being bought and streamed? Or perhaps being picked up by a Season 3? There has been some discussion that Netflix sometimes likes to stream a cancelled show before they greenlight another season-- and well, who knows, maybe that's what OFMD is in line for!

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Then a little later in the day... Samba started us up with a new #, #supnetflix!

Source: Samba's Instagram

= Con O'Neill =

Con joined in on the sharing!

Source: Con's Instagram Stories

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

Our "one-line" friend, Hugo Pierre Martin is back at it! He's supporting OFMD in every way he can!

Source: Hugo's Twitter / 2

The fans took David and the Crew's call to action by starting up a tweet storm! Our friends over at @adoptourcrew also kept the momentum going by putting up prompts!

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

Some of our crewmates reminded us, and Netflix, we had the numbers :)

Source: Florence aka single_cat_mom on Twitter!

As of the time this post was put together, the trends got up to the following! Thank you to APurplePatch on Twitter for captureing them!

Source: APurplePatch Twitter

And a little schadenfreude for today's festivities! Thank you Ashley!

Source: Ashley aka Seven_Sugars on Twitter

Well there we are-- great job today crew! Sure is feeling good in the fandom today! If we can, let's keep the momentum up through tomorrow! Are you excited about the possibility of an s3? Well, feel free to join in the manifestations from our friend @xray-vex!

Source: Xray_Vex Twitter

== How To Help ==

I can't believe I'm saying this again-- but hey! Wanna help out with the renewal (or at least selling OFMD) effort? Please consider some of the following!

Sign the Petition if you haven't already! (Change.org DOES clear out non-confirmed via email signatures every once in a while, so be sure to check your email.)

Request Our Flag Means Death on the Netflix form!

If you're interacting with social media, use these hashtags: #OurFlagMeansDeath #supnetflix #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD

== Other Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

New Bill Napier Weather Update from Rhys today on his Substack! There was even a shout out to some of our crewmembers you might recognize! Give it a listen!

Source: Rhys' Substack

= Rosie =

More Kitten Content from the Darby Household! (why yes, I will use my one movie allowed per tumblr post to add kitten content, I regret nothing).

Source: Rosie Carnahan Darby's Instagram

= Taika Waititi =

Taika's back to his "influencer" phase again!

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A post shared by Taika Waititi (@taikawaititi)

Source: Taika's Instagram

= Damien Gerard =

Damien's finally getting to get some relief! Congrats sir!

Source: Damien's Instagram

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian catching up with one of his old co-stars, Issac Wright!

Source: Kristian Nairn Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

I realized I shared Samba's pics last time, but didn't say much about the new campaign! Samba's new Shop Stands campaign is benefiting the LA Regional Food Bank! First up, you can get a hoodie version of the Crew For Life T-Shirt! - Crew For Life Hoodie

Next up-- Samba is back with another cooking class! This time it's Death By Cheese! Death By Cheese Class

EVENT DATE: NOVEMBER 9 EVENT TIME: 10AM PT/1PM ET EVENT LOCATION: ONLINE

Source: Shop Stands

= Guz Khan =

New season of Man From Mobeen! Not sure if there's a date yet...but looks like Guz is sharing some pics!

Source: Guz Khan's Instagram

= Leslie Jones =

Leslie was on the Jennifer Hudson Show a couple days back!

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A post shared by The Jennifer Hudson Show (@jenniferhudsonshow)

Source: Jennifer Hudson's Instagram

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

In case you haven't heard, Hugo is doing a Spotify Audio Series! Wanna check it out? Visit: Spotify

Source: Hugo's Twitter

== Articles ==

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Love Notes ==

Alright, lovelies. I have so many things to say and yet no stamina to do so. I'll try to pick up tomorrow-- I just wanted to send this your way, I hope you find the ones who make you feel like you're basking in warmth and love, like the sun.

Source: StayCloseToYourself_ Instagram

[bumbledi]

♡ Olympic Games 2024 ♡

Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: once again, you get to see your husband playing at the Olympics and he’s happy to have his two favorite cheerleaders cheering for him.

*In case you feel confused about some things… This is a sequel of “The road to parenthood/The road of parenthood”, you can still understand if you haven’t read the series but I do recommend it!

Note: I can’t believe I haven’t posted in like 10 months… I hope I can do it more often, specially because I have so many ideas in mind.

I hope you enjoy this little slice of life scenario.

I apologize if there are any misspellings 😩

*I might write something about Wakatoshi and (Y/N) actually making a baby during the Olympics… I’ll think about it 🫣

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Mama, where’s papa?” A 5-year-old Megumi asks again while she hugs you and waits to see her dad.

“We’ll see him soon, baby…” you kiss her forehead and fix her hair out of her face “will you cheer for him extra loud?” Megumi’s eyes sparkle with excitement while she nods happily.

“You’re wearing your Ushijima jersey, I bet that’ll make him feel extra motivated” Tendo, who gladly joined you in the opening ceremony, says tickling Megumi’s belly, making her giggle with you.

“Satori-nii!” She giggles trying to push away Tendo’s hand “are Marie and Theo coming?” Megumi brushes her hair out of her face and asks about the twins

“Not today, Gumi… you’ll see them tomorrow, tho!”

“Good!” She high fives Tendo.

You continue waiting for some time to see all of the Japan athletes, along with some other family members and you let Megumi down for time to time so she can play with Shoyo’s and Tobio’s daughter, that they adopted a couple of years ago.

Everyone sees how some other countries parade in the Seine River until they announce Japan coming and Megumi runs to your arms so you can pick her up.

“Where’s papa?”

“Near the center… look for him” you both look for Wakatoshi while you swing our little Japanese flags. “There he is! See?” You point to where Wakatoshi is, hoping Megumi can see him too “do your best, Wakatoshi!!” You scream and send him kisses with your hand.

“Papa! I love you!” Megumi swings her little flag like crazy and screams loudly “you are super cool! Do your best!”

Even from afar, Wakatoshi can spot you for a brief moment and he waves at you.

“I love you, papa!” Megumi keeps screaming while sending kisses to Wakatoshi with her little hand, making you giggle.

The boats follow its course and you stand there and continue watching the opening ceremony

“It was super short, mama” Megumi says with a pout on her face, and you let out a laugh

“I know baby… but we’ll se daddy later tonight, alright?” You say fixing her raincoat’s hood and she nods.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Later that nights, Tendo, Wakatoshi’s dad, Megumi and you arrive at the hotel where you’ll be staying and where you’ll meet Wakatoshi.

“Megumi, baby… come sit down. Papa’s team hasn’t arrived yet”

“But he what if he arrives NOW?” She says jumping all around, making you sigh… She’s not disturbing anyone so you let her be.

“Wanna go get a snack, Gumi-Chan?” Her grandfather asks and she instantly runs to him

“Yes, Oji-Chan!” He picks her up, gives her a warm smile and walk to the snack table with Megumi in his arms. He has let you know multiple times, how grateful he is with you for loving his son and giving their family a granddaughter.

“She’s totally a mini (Y/N), huh?” Tendo jokes and sits next to you.

“Don’t even mention it, she’s only five and she’s such a little rascal”

“Are you two still planning to have another baby like you wanted at the beginning?”

“We’ve talked about it… specially since Megumi can’t stop talking about how she has some friends who have siblings and she love spending time with your twins…”

“But…?”

“But… even though Megumi has adapted amazingly to Poland, I’m scared of having a baby and going through postpartum in another country, without my mom or sister…”

“Understandable…”

“AND Wakatoshi is on his top game right now, I don’t wanna pull him away from that”

“I don’t think you should worry about that… He loves volleyball but I know for sure he loves his family more”

“Thanks Satori…”

“Mama! I got banana chips!” You hear Megumi say and you see her walking back to you while holding hands with her grandpa and waving the bag of chips in the air.

“Is that so?” You chuckle and she skips to you.

“We can share if you want”

“That’s so kind Megumi, thank you”

Cheers and tons of camera flashes can be heard while we eat some banana chips, these make you all turn to that direction, noticing how some volleyball teams are arriving.

As they enter, you see the Japanese team at the end of the line. Once they enter, you finally let Megumi know his father has arrived.

“Megumi-Chan… look ever there!” Megumi follows your finger as you point to the entrance, where Wakatoshi enters the building.

“PAPA!” Her little eyes light up and she starts running towards her dad.

All of the team step away while they see little Megumi run through the crowd all the way to her dad.

“Hello, honey…” he says picking her up and throwing her in the air, making her laugh “how are you, my love?” He kisses her cheeks

“I’m good, papa!” Megumi says between laughs “I missed you!” She hugs him by the neck

“I missed you too” he holds her little hand and kisses it.

“Me and mama cheered so much for you!” Megumi says while opening her sweater to show him her Japan jersey.

“If you keep cheering for me I’m sure I’ll win the best medal” he smiles at her and she hugs him again.

“No hugs for me?” You says walking to your husband and child

“Mama!”

“Hello, handsome…” you say hugging Wakatoshi and Megumi and kissing your husband right after.

“Thanks for cheering for me” Wakatoshi gives you a kind smile

“It’s always my pleasure…”

Megumi hugs you both by the neck and you start walking next to your husband who’s still carrying Megumi and you go greet the rest of the team. For an instant it feels like not a moment has passed since you were in high school and spend time with the monster generation but now you’re all here, some of you with families of your own and some of them playing so far away from Japan.

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 9

Camera time!!!

Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation

Devin: Here we are! Pirates of the Aegean 1

Rudolphus: Have they still not settled on a title

Devin: If they have it wasn’t on my latest script

Rudolphus: Come on, best get to make up, it’s going to be a big one

Devin: What do you mean

Rudolphus: *chuckles* I’m not going to ruin the surprise

Devin heads in, drafting up a quick simstagram post using film emojis followed by a pirate flag. Her followers know she’s doing a film that involves pirates but they’ve been able to keep the plot under wraps. Hopefully people can be surprised in the theatre.

Rudolphus: Now make sure you hold still

Devin: When do I not hold still

Rudolphus: Anytime your phone buzzes

Devin: I promise, I’ll be a statue

Rudolphus: Good because these scars are finicky

Devin goes to respond but Rudolphus shushes her. There’s nothing to do but sit still and let him work his magic. When he finishes he steps back and smiles

Rudolphus: Perfect if I do say so myself. Now where did they put that wig

Devin looks in the mirror as he moves away and is amazed at how he’s blended the scars into the rest of her make up, making her look like she has indeed been in swordfights before. When Rudolphus is finished she thanks him and heads to wardrobe.

Emily: Woah, were you attacked by a dire chinchilla

Devin: Nope, looks convincing right

Emily: Maybe but they wouldn’t be able to sell it without my costume. Come, you know the drill

Devin stands on the podium and hold still while Emily rechecks all her measurements and confirms the costume will still fit. Then it’s off with the sunglasses and on with the dress

Devin: I like this, the corset is cute

Emily: It’s a waspie

Devin: Oh okay, waspie. Selfie for luck?

Emily: You are incorrigible

Heading out Devin spots a familiar face milling amongst the actors, her friend and ZBB director Norah.

Devin: Norah! What ae you doing here? I thought you’d be busy penning next season

Norah: Devin darling! I’m already finished, the scripts are at the printers, you should get yours tomorrow. For now, focus on this. Levi may be directing but I’m going to be in the editing suite

Devin: So keep up standards, got it

As Norah hustles off to check in with some producers Devin and Tadelech take a final chance to run their lines. Accents check, we’re good to go!

Looking around Devin spots Levi in his normal spot, the directors chair.

Devin: Do we actually have a title

Levi: Still workshopping. I’m thinking Pirates of the Aegean: Treasures of Aarbyville. Let them know right from the off we have plans for sequels

Devin: I can’t lie, a regular movie would be great

Levi: For all of us. Go up there and give it your best

Devin: Sir yes sir!

Levi: Remember, you’re the captain!

Finding her way on to the stage Devin wonders whose idea it was to shoot in fake rain. Why couldn’t it just be added in post? Nevermind, no time to worry, get in character. Captain Jane Swallow, in charge of the Dire Chinchilla, pirate extraordinaire.

Devin finishes her vocal warm ups just as Tadelech gets in position. Time to rock and roll!

ACTION

Devin: Biggs, me loyal first mate, where’s the rum

Tadelech: No rum captain

Devin: Why is the rum gone? Nevermind, we don’t need it

Tadelech: Captain?

Devin: Come, let us toast to new adventures

Tadelech: With what captain?

Devin: We have goat’s milk here do we not? To the crew of the Dire Chinchilla

Tadelech: To the-

Devin: Wait, cannon fire!

CUT

Devin takes another quick selfie, she is loving this hat!

Devin: She sells seashells by the seashore

Tadelech: Splish, splash, splosh went the dog in the wash

ACTION

Devin: Biggs! Why are you not at your post

Tadelech: The place for a first mate is by her captain’s side

Devin: I have to tell you Biggs, there’s no guarantee we will survive this

Tadelech: I have yet to see Captain Jane Swallow fail

Devin: This is not the time to flirt

Tadelech: But if I don’t say it now-

Devin: We will get through this, I’ll make sure

Tadelech: There’s the captain I love

Devin dips Tadelech into a kiss and congratulates herself on not dropping the taller woman.

CUT

Devin: Nailed it

Tadelech: I hope so. This rain is not doing my hair any favours

Devin makes her way to the wheel and checks how easily it turns to get an idea of how to make it look realistic.

ACTION

Devin throws herself into the scene. It’s always strange doing a scene without a partner, just you alone to sell it. Luckily behind the camera Levi is yelling instructions of where to look and how to look. Before long Devin feels like her movements have become more natural and she has fun with it visualising holding the ship steady in turbulent waters.

CUT

Devin: Mina, you look…

Mina: How did they wear these wigs honestly

ACTION

Devin: I know this is not the trip you booked, but you are not who you pretended to be

Mina: I – of course I am! I… I forgot my line

The pair burst into giggles.

Levi: CUT! Focus actors, focus!

Mina: *through laughter* sorry Levi

Levi: *sighs* let’s do the fight scene, maybe that will clear up the giggles

Devin: *giggling* Yep, yep. Deep breath, focus

ACTION

Mina and Devin perform the perfectly chorepgraphed fight without any hiccups or giggles. Filming continues but when Levi shouts the final CUT the cast and crew feel like they’re given a star performance.

Devin returns home with her surprise, costumes! She convinced Emily to let her have some original test outfits that were ultimately abandoned, and she picked up some stuff for the toddlers to. While the grown ups get to be pirates Alfred is a crocodile and Rilian is a sea monster. The lounge is full of laughter and chaos as the pirates try to move from couch to couch, or safe ship to safe ship, without getting eaten by the water creatures. In the end the pirates launch a tickle attack on the toddlers and a tie is declared. As they set up for a photo Luna whispers a thank you to her wife, Devin always seems to have a plan to life her spirits. Next step, dinner.

Devin: We have classic Italian Meatballs for your eating pleasure tonight

Alfred: YAY

Luna: Rilian, you’re going to eat them aren’t you

Rilian sticks his tongue out and Joey laughs.

Devin: Come on caro, I made them extra excellent. Try a bite

Rilian: Hmm, Mama help me eat?

Devin: You can pick up your food but how about I sit beside and help cut

Rilian nods and the family sit down. Things are quiet for a while as they all eat but before long the grown ups are catching up on each others days and the toddlers are saying nonsense to each other.

Joey: And that’s when I said- Rilian I saw that

All eyes turn to the youngest toddler who is shifting nervously in his seat. He doesn’t seem keen to talk. Luna and Devin look around for what happened.

Joey: Don’t you want to say what happened

Rilian shakes his head but it’s too late, Luna has spotted the problem.

Luna: Schnucki, did you push some of your dinner on the floor

Rilian: NO

Devin: It got on the floor all by itself

Rilian: *blubbering* Not me

Luna: Rilian, your Mama worked hard to make dinner. We don’t just toss excellent food on the floor

Rilian continues to pout but doesn’t offer any explanation.

Devin: Bedtime I think

The women get the toddlers out of their seats but their moods don’t improve on the ground.

Luna: Did you two have naps today

Alfred: No Mummy, daycare was busy

The grown ups sigh collectively.

Devin: So we’ve been awake for 14 hours without naps, brilliant

Rilian: Mama help me potty?

Devin: I guess I shouldn’t push for please in these conditions

Luna: *scooping up Alfred* nope, they won’t take it in

Devin: Come bambinos, potty then bed

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[planet-crait]

Episode 12! Spoilers under the cut.

Are we getting living trash in this episode? Aw Cosmo and Wanda are hilarious and cute! Everyone except Dev oh that’s funny. Hazels mom started off strong until she started marketing her book to her literal child.

Overall I think Hazels dad is the more present parent so to speak and is their more for Hazel then her mom. He gives good advice and is far more concerned with her feelings than her mom is at times.

Aww sleepy Hazel making a wish oh no sleepy Cosmo and Wanda not properly granting the wish oh no. I was wondering when an “accidental wish” so to speak would come up and it feels inevitable with how commonly people say “I wish” and Cosmo and Wanda compelled to grant any of Hazels wishes. Maybe maybe Cosmo and Wanda you shouldn’t grant wishes while sleepy lolz.

Wait wait asking isn’t the default? Why did you guys wait til morning to show off said wish? Also how did trash monster know to go to her apartment? I have questions lolz.

Okay I admit I laughed when Hazel declared they were friends because of the friendship bracelet I just. It’s such a kid thing to become best friends over things like that it’s cute honestly. The sentient trash is weird but Hazel is cute at least.

Her name for him is an insult. Uh okay. Aww Cosmo and Wanda are going with her that’s so cute!! Ohh are we finally going to see some of Devs dynamics with Dale? I’ve heard things about him and am curious to see their relationship play out. Okay a slight mistake I notice Hazel mentions the event is “tomorrow” even though it’s that day. A small mistake but I wanted to point it out

Did. Did they really crash the helicopter? Really? Wow uh. Yikes Dale sucks.

Wow uh right off the gate we’ve got some emotional abuse and manipulation. It feels like the show wants to play it off for laughs but fuck his dad is uh not good to Dev at all and is already pushing him to work constantly. Like this is a ten year old. He should not be working constantly he’s a kid he needs to be able to play and have fun and be a kid. I can already see why he acts the way he does at school. I kind of assumed it was bad at home I know abused kids tend to lash out and act up at school and such but it’s just…sad seeing it play out on screen. What Dale went through was horrible yes but he is perpetrating the cycle of violence on his son which is. Not great.

I do agree he should care about the environment and get involved in school activities but the issue is Dale sees this as work and a job and that’s why he’s pushing it on Dev which is not the way to go. I kind of want to go on a rant about how the fairy godparent system has a set up kind of sets kids up for failure but that’s another post.

Sorry off my soapbox lolz. Oh uh. So he’s directly lying about his products which uh aren’t good. Sadly though environmental flags on products are not regulated last I looked into the subject so what he’s doing might not be illegal but it’s fucked up.

But also what person genuinely doesn’t question single use electronic items like seriously? Is it commentary on people buying the latest IPhone and similar products every year? Man I keep getting on my soapbox today.

“An inhabitable planet is hard to find” oh my gosh Hazel I love you so much protect this child at all costs. She is so precious. Sad though her dad isn’t even here with her and it’s Cosmo and Wanda here. Like good she has them but sucks she can’t rely on her parents.

Lolz I mean it works to get people to throw stuff away properly it works! Oh no oh no. Dale is he going to beef with a literal child? I’m not surprised like at all just look at the number of adults that legit wanted Timmy dead. But still lolz it feels a little too real that a greedy corporation would go after kids who just want to try and make the planet a better place.

Oh no poor Danky. He’s so sad he loves trash and won’t get it. I’m emotionally conflicted here. Trash is bad but Danky looks so sad.

How did the show make me feel bad for a living trash can? I can’t explain why the sentient trash can works while the sentient hair didn’t I just. I don’t know I can’t explain it I’m sorry.

Of course her parents get roped in and don’t care. Shouldn’t be surprised there but uh is anyone going to have a problem with the blatant destruction of property? No? And no one is worried about all the trash piling in the streets? No worries at all?

COSMO AND WANDA WTF??? Don’t encourage this??? Can’t you guys just poof whatever you want or need anyways? Lolz okay Hazel using the box as a literal airplane is adorable. And good thing Hazel learned from her mistake in episode one lolz.

Wait why are the drones attacking them? Who saw the flying box and flagged it as a threat legitimately? They made up fast but eh it works I suppose. If is cute that Hazel assures him that as long as they’re friends they’ll be okay. It’s a little naive but it makes sense she would see things so simply and honestly? Knowing you have friends can make bad things easier to cope with. Cosmo why do you continue to be so adorable? I just. I love them all okay?

Oh oh poor Dev that’s got to be so messed up to hear a trash can get more affection than you? Yeah he’s sentient but still. It would be a painful pill to swallow.

Wait he’s going to space? I mean? Sure? Is there trash in space? I may need to look into this but why not first have him go around the planet itself first regardless? Their is. So much trash on the planet. So much. It’s bad. Also why is no one questioning the sentient trashcan like they have to know given how he eats trash right? I just. I have questions.

Not a bad episode overall. I loved the glimpse we got of Devs home life and hope we get to see more. I feel like they definitely hammed up the issue but maybe also not? Like trash and global warming are major issues and it’s good to see kids show at least acknowledge it. Onto Episode 13!

[la-principessa-nuova]

My Secret Trans Room

One of the cool things about the layout of my house is that I have a walk in closet that is extremely out of the way and pretty much safe from any guest ever going in it, and so when I say I am a closeted trans woman I mean I’m literally hiding in a closet.

It started as just a corner in this closet where I put my fem clothes and my wig, but then I started jokingly referring to it as my “girl cave” (euphemism not intended) or my “trans room”, and slowly I started wanting to make it a safe space where I can be in girl mode and feel comfortable and girly.

Back when I was trying out the name Alice, I got this cute wall decal and then never got around to updating it. To be fair I also never got around to bringing some other colors of dry erase marker downstairs, so I never got around to updating my whiteboard to be prettier.

Fun fact about that whiteboard sticker is that I had a roll of that from a project years ago and then when I started my current job, I temporarily had to work out of this closet while I waited for my new laptop to arrive (they gave me one that didn’t work with the dock I have upstairs as a placeholder but I had another dock hooked up in this room for writing that I barely ever ended up using because I never work on my book). So one day while I was working in there I got stuck on a problem and needed to work it out on a whiteboard and so I went and grabbed that roll and stuck this bit on the wall.

You can also see here the corner where I have some D20 stuff that gives up more masc energy. I didn’t want to kick it out of the room because I still like it, but I didn’t want it affecting the vibe of the room so it sits in the corner. You can also see a little bit in this picture and the next one the corner of masc shirts because my other bedroom closet doesn’t have a hanging rod so I needed to hang a few shirts in here. They’re my attempt to phase in more color to make my choice of clothes after coming out seem a little less uncharacteristic to my family.

Next up is the area where I hang my dresses and sweaters. This spot used to just be where I hung my trans flag, but as my wardrobe expanded I needed the space. I’ve also crammed my mirror and lamp in here. The lamp has to be behind the mirror because otherwise I’m in shadow when I look in the mirror. But yeah, it’s really crammed in there.

My purses are also there. I got a couple different styles to try out, also because they’re really just to complete outfits right now since I’m not going anywhere in girl mode yet.

The red and black striped sweater is a really cute cat hoodie that I wish I took a picture with while I was up taking photos. I’m in bed now, but maybe tomorrow or something I’ll put together an outfit to show off some of my cute cat stuff.

Next we have the other side of the room. In terms of decorations, we have LEGO flowers in a knock-off lego vase, Blåhaj with trans cat ears, some trans and lesbian flags, a Korok (Yahaha! You found me!), and Boggy the Froggy. If you look back to the first photo in this post, you can see Peppermint Preston and Big Blåhaj.

Oh yeah, and how can I forget the three little Dvärgtall guys next to the books? (BTW I didn’t remember the name so I googled “ikea decorative men” and it came up).

In the middle is an epic gamer sit/stand desk that I have slowly been turning into a vanity. I just got it ready to actually use, so I haven’t brought my make up in from the bathroom yet. That will go in the bins under the mirror.

Zooming in a little closer, we can see my cute acrylic tape dispenser on the left of the mirror and the unicorn diffuser on the right. I don’t buy into the essential oil pseudoscience stuff but I prefer them over chemically air fresheners and scented candles for making a room smell good. I usually diffuse rose in this room, so it always smells like a mixture of roses and new clothes.

Past the vanity, I have a couple bookshelves. This is mostly LGBT books and a few books that just look a bit girly, plus some very trans-adjacent manga. They’re partially in here to hide them so they don’t out me, but mostly just because they add to the aesthetic.

Below that I have some shoes, but not much because I don’t go outside in girl mode yet. Then I have a hanging shelf thing where I keep most of my bottoms, and next to it all of my tops.

Beyond that is what can only possibly be described as too many wigs. Of the 15 wigs, I would say that 8 are wearable and maybe 4 are something I plan on wearing depending on what style I’m going for in the near future. Some of them are obviously more for goofing around dressing up, but some are just bad wigs. The bottom right one is tangled beyond repair, but I keep it because it was my first wig that I bought the night my egg cracked.

Honorable mention to the “MAKE YOURSELF A PRETTY GIRL” box one of my wigs came in and my Sundry Sidney poster, positioned almost like a call and response.

P.S.

I went to walk back into the room to put my glasses down and the only light was the red charging light on this galaxy moon. Way creepier vibe than usual.

[maybeimamuppet]

matildamas day 9: "date" night

hello everyone!! sorry about another late upload today i had a crazy day of work lol. but everything is done so from tomorrow on all my posts in theory will actually be a bit earlier!! hope that kinda makes up for it :))

couple of quick tws for safety for this one:

single use of a swear word

discussion of past abuse/neglect

otherwise please enjoy!!

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“Are you excited, darling?” Jenny asks as Matilda looks out the train window on their way to the city. Matilda smiles before she even turns to see her, but she looks her way with an eager nod. Jenny smiles back. “What are you wanting to do most?”

“Bookstore,” Matilda answers before Jenny even finishes her sentence. Jenny chuckles.

“I am too.”

They continue chatting about what they’re most looking forward to during their weekend in the big city before they return home. Neither of them have any desire to live any closer to the metropolitan area, but an occasional visit is fun.

Eventually, the polite but hard to understand voice announces their stop and they hop off the train with their bags. Jenny flags down a cab to take them to their hotel to drop their things off before they go exploring.

She didn’t splurge that much.

Or so she tells herself when she sees the massive building the cab pulls out in front of, with a green awning overhanging the entrance which is literally made of gold. Matilda looks around like she’s just walked into another universe, and Jenny can’t quite contain a similar reaction. Neither of them ever quite anticipated setting foot in a place like this.

A bell boy comes rushing up when called by the doorman to take their bags to their room. He loads them onto a cart and goes strutting off ahead of them while Jenny and Matilda step into the lobby in awe.

“Holy shit,” Matilda whispers to herself. Jenny gives her a gentle whack on the back of the head, but truth be told, she had the same words running through her head. “We’re staying here?”

“Two nights,” Jenny confirms. Matilda looks around. Red ribbons hang above the elevators, a large garland dangles from the huge, marble front desk. Fancy looking people in fancy looking coats mill about, chatting amongst themselves or sitting on the plush green sofas with magazines or newspapers. Wreaths hang from every support post, and an absolutely massive Christmas tree nearly touching the ceiling towers over all in the center of the room.

“Whoa.”

“Whoa indeed,” Jenny chuckles. Matilda frowns suddenly. “What’s the matter?”

“How much did this trip cost?” Matilda asks softly, looking up at her with worried eyes.

“No amount you need to concern yourself with. It took some careful budgeting, but this is something we can afford occasionally. Very occasionally.”

Matilda still looks worried, but she trusts Jenny. Eventually her little brow unfurrows and some of the tension leaves her shoulders. She squeezes Jenny’s hand gently, and Jenny squeezes back.

“Let’s hurry or we’ll miss our show!” Jenny reminds her. Matilda brightens, any hint of worry totally gone. She rushes back towards the door, lugging Jenny behind her.

Another cab takes them to the theatre, and they have a similar reaction to the lobby there. They get their programs and go find their seats. Matilda reads through each of the actors’ and crews’ biographies carefully as she waits for the show to begin, munching casually on her sweets Jenny bought at concessions. Jenny smiles as she sees her legs kicking just a little, her little button-up boots not even brushing the floor.

Eventually the curtain opens and the overture begins, so Matilda puts down her playbill and focuses in on the actors on stage. Jenny was a little worried, given their history, about how Matilda would react to Annie. But she still remembers the day as a little girl her father took her to see the same show and how much she adored it. Of course, that was before anything. But Matilda smiles at the orphans interacting and looks perfectly pensive during Maybe.

Jenny finds herself watching her daughter more than the children on stage. If you’ve seen it once, you’ve seen it a thousand times, she tells herself. She gets the important bits. Matilda giggling at Annie stealing away in the laundry, her scowl at Miss Hannigan trying to lie her way out of yet another potential scandal, Matilda’s wide eyes as the young actress practically belts the roof off the theatre during Tomorrow.

“Is it over?” Matilda asks sadly when the lights come back on and the curtains draw shut again.

“No, darling, it’s just intermission,” Jenny chuckles reassuringly. “It gives the cast and crew time for any bigger set and costume changes, and to take a little break before they keep going.”

“Oh,” Matilda replies. “I was going to say, that would’ve made a very unsatisfying ending.”

“Indeed it would’ve,” Jenny chortles.

As it turns out, she had no reason to be worried. Matilda watches with a near-concerningly vengeful smile, on the edge of her seat, as the villains get their comeuppance and Annie gets to live happily ever after with Grace and Mr. Warbucks. She holds her playbill tightly to her chest and follows Jenny sadly out of the theatre when the curtain call ends and the lights come up for the last time.

“Did you enjoy it?” Jenny asks, bracing a bit against the cool winter air blustering against them as they set back off down the sidewalk. Matilda nods pensively. “You’re awfully quiet.”

Matilda looks up at her briefly, and then back ahead of herself. “I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what?” Jenny replies.

“Why she didn’t run away earlier,” Matilda says quietly.

“Well, she had all the other orphans to take care of. If she was gone, who would’ve taken care of Molly?”

“But she is gone by the end. She got placed with Mr. Warbucks. She had to leave the other orphans all by themselves before the president saved them.”

“That’s… true,” Jenny replies. “Well, you saw what happened when she tried to live on the street. It was a very difficult era in history for a lot of people, and she lived in a very dangerous area.”

“…Is it terrible I wish I had been an orphan sometimes?” Matilda asks softly.

Jenny is quiet for a moment, listening to their boots clacking along the pavement together, one set quieter and more rapid. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Really?” Matilda asks. She frowns. “But you are an orphan.”

“I am,” Jenny agrees. “I think everyone in an… unfortunate situation, wishes things were different for themselves and their loved ones, even if to other people it might seem grim or like it would be worse.”

“Did you ever try to run away like Annie?”

“Heavens, no, I wasn’t brave enough for that,” Jenny replies immediately with an almost-shocked laugh.

“But maybe you would’ve found your Mr. Warbucks,” Matilda says sadly.

“I did,” Jenny replies. “It just took a while.”

“You did? Is that how we can afford the hotel?”

“No, Matilda, I’m talking about you,” Jenny laughs.

“Me?”

“Do you remember what I told you on your birthday?” Jenny asks. Matilda nods. Jenny should’ve known. She’s starting to think Matilda has a photographic memory.

“You’re rich because of me, even if it isn’t with money,” she responds. “Even though we do have money, too.”

Jenny laughs again. “Exactly. Being a millionaire might be nice, especially back then, but I have my own someone who turns my skies to blue, and has me wrapped around her little finger.”

Matilda smiles up at her and sings a little bit of the chorus to I Don’t Need Anything But You. Jenny smiles.

“You have a beautiful voice. You’d play a good Annie,” she says.

“You’d be a good Grace,” Matilda replies.

“Really?” Jenny asks in shock. Matilda nods confidently.

They continue walking in silence for a while. Eventually Matilda quietly pipes up, “I’m glad you’re not a millionaire.”

“Really?” Jenny asks. “Why?”

“I don’t think you’d be as nice if you were bald.”

Jenny laughs so hard they nearly have to stop walking so she can catch her breath. Matilda looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything else. Eventually, they come to their destination. Jenny wouldn’t admit it, but it might have been the sole reason they chose to come to the city instead of taking their mummy-daughter weekend somewhere else.

“Oh my goodness,” Matilda whispers as they step into the huge bookstore.

“Oh my goodness,” Jenny echoes. The worn wood shelves seem to stretch for miles, nearly floor to ceiling, winding like a most fantastical maze throughout the large building. A huge Christmas tree made of books sits in the middle, rings and rings of volumes winding around themselves up and up and up with a staircase spiraling around the outside so people can climb up and peruse. There’s even little benches scattered nearby on the ground for folks to just sit and read.

Matilda takes off ever so carefully towards it, rushing up the stairs to the tippy top of the tree as fast as she can. Jenny follows her, much slower, and with many more pauses for breath. Matilda stands on her tiptoes to see which book gets the honor of being on the highest point. “A Christmas Carol,” Matilda says with a giggle.

“Fitting.”

“It is a very good book,” Matilda says.

“It is. One of my favorites,” Jenny agrees.

“Mine too,” Matilda says with a smile. She gently brushes her fingertips over the cover before she shrugs and starts rushing back down the spiral staircase. Jenny sighs and lingers for a moment to rest her head in her arms on the railing in exasperation before she follows her, huffing and puffing all the way once again.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find Matilda waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs instead of having rushed off to peruse the aisles upon aisles upon aisles of wonderful tomes they’re surrounded by. Jenny wouldn’t have blamed her, but it is nice not having to chase her sprightly six-year-old through a maze of bookshelves.

Matilda actually takes her time with this bit. She takes Jenny’s hand and leads her to the aisles that catch her eye, slowly meandering up and down, eyes scanning the titles and the covers. Occasionally she pauses when she sees one she recognizes or she’s read before, and runs her finger over the spines.

“Oh, I’ve been wanting to read this for ages,” she says eventually when they get to the Dickens section. They both have a particular weakness for a good Dickens novel. She looks up at Jenny. “Can I get it? Please?”

“Of course, love. Get whatever you want,” Jenny says with a smile.

Matilda’s eyes brighten and she suddenly starts rushing about like a woman possessed, grabbing book upon book until Jenny can barely see her beneath the tower of novels in her arms. How does she have the strength for that?

“Just remember we have to be able to get them all back to the hotel,” Jenny reminds her. “And back home on the train.”

“We could send some home in the post?” a little voice suggests about three-fourths of the way up the walking stack of books. Jenny grabs the top few until Matilda can see and gives her a warning look. “Fiiiiine.”

With Jenny’s help she manages to pare the books back until she only has about ten. Some stay, some get replaced with others, but the first one, The Signal-Man, is the one definite keep the entire time.

Matilda proudly carries her stack of thick, heavy books up to the check-out counter and deposits them on the desk with a heavy thud. The cashier slides the stack to the side and almost jumps in surprise when she sees Matilda there. They glance between the small child and the large books a few times before they start scanning the barcode on the back.

“How old are you?” they ask Matilda curiously.

“Six,” Matilda replies, lisping a little bit around her missing front teeth. She scowls. She believes Jenny when she says she’s adorable with or without teeth, but she misses being able to properly speak.

The cashier’s eyes widen and they look to Jenny, who simply shrugs, but smiles proudly too. “Her brain’s about twenty years ahead of the rest of her. She’s read more than me.”

“Right on,” the cashier says. “What’s your favorite?”

“Oh, Dostoyevsky is fascinating,” Matilda says immediately. “But learning the Russian was tricky. Dickens is a classic, and lately I’ve been quite into Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Oh, and everyone loves Agatha Christie.”

The cashier simply blinks at her. Matilda smiles and rests her chin on her folded hands on the counter.

“I like Shakespeare, myself. My roommate put me onto Hamlet last week, I’ve scarcely been able to put it down.”

“Oh, Hamlet is wonderful,” Matilda agrees as she watches her books get carefully put into a paper bag. “I read Romeo and Juliet a few years ago and it was fascinating, but it seems such a cliche now. And Mummy won’t let me read any more until I’m older.”

“…You’re six, you said?”

“Mmhmm,” Matilda hums with a nod. “Well, nearly six and a half.”

The cashier nods with raised eyebrows. “Right. Well, here’s your books. Hope you enjoy them.”

“I will,” Matilda promises in complete sincerity.

“You’ll have to come back and tell me what you think of them sometime, eh?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll be back,” Jenny says, the first she’s spoken in a while, as she had been watching their entire interaction with an amused smile.

“You’re welcome any time. You lot have a Happy Christmas,” the cashier says.

“You too,” Jenny replies.

“Thank you!” Matilda echoes as she takes the heavy bag off the counter and starts waddling out of the store.

Jenny follows and hears the cashier mutter, “Six. Blimey.” under their breath. She smiles proudly and follows her daughter back out into the cold December evening.

Another cab takes them back to the hotel, and they get to see their room for the first time. Their bags await them at the foot of their beds, and Matilda gives each a thorough round of jumps to test that they’re up to snuff.

“Alright, little monkey, that’s enough,” Jenny says after about the twentieth bounce. She’s starting to get dizzy watching her go up and down and up and down and- “Before you fall off and bump your head. Come get ready for your bath.”

“Okay,” Matilda says, jumping down and heading over to her. Jenny tenderly undoes the red ribbon tying part of her hair back and slips it out, folding it neatly and leaving it on the dresser for another day. Matilda roots through her suitcase for her hairbrush, and Jenny carefully detangles her hair before sending her off to wash up. She unpacks in the meantime, putting toiletries on the dresser and their clothes in the drawers.

Matilda comes back in a thick, plush robe that drags on the ground. Jenny laughs when she sees just how much of the fabric hits the floor. “There’d better be another robe in there, missy.”

“There is. Do we really have to go back home?” Matilda asks, flopping onto her bed and only tipping her head up to look at Jenny.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Jenny chuckles as she prepares herself to go get cleaned up herself. “But I’m sure we’ll be back sometime soon.”

“Lavender would love it here,” Matilda says.

“I’m sure she would,” Jenny says. Part of her is already internally screaming at the mere idea of trying to wrangle the hyper girl in a nice hotel like this, especially since Lavender has a remarkable ability to enact the same tendencies in Matilda. Regardless, Matilda is right, and they are best friends. It’s only natural for children to act like children. “Maybe we’ll show her someday.”

Matilda smiles and flops back onto the cushy bed. Jenny goes and showers, and returns to a child already dried off and in her pajamas, her wet hair brushed out and waiting to be styled. Jenny does her own and braids Matilda’s down her back.

“I’m hungry,” Matilda says softly as she ties the elastic band onto the end of the braid.

“I am too,” Jenny hums pensively. The last real meal they had was tea on the train, and neither of them have eaten anything at all since the sweets at the theater. “Shall we see about room service?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s where you call down an order to the kitchens and they make food and bring it to your room for you. Serve you in your room,” Jenny says.

“We can have dinner in our pajamas?” Matilda asks eagerly. They usually eat dinner before showering at home, so they still have their clothes from the day on. Jenny chuckles at her eagerness to do something so mundane.

“We sure can. What would you like?” she says, grabbing a menu off the nightstand and handing it to her.

Matilda decides on some macaroni and cheese off the kids menu, and Jenny thinks a salmon filet with some vegetables sounds divine in that moment. She uses the phone on the other nightstand to call it down, and Matilda waits at the door with all the eagerness of a child waiting for Santa.

The person who delivers it jumps a bit when a small child yanks the door open practically before he can knock. Matilda takes the food with a, “Thank you!” and closes it behind her as she rushes towards the bed Jenny is sitting on.

They both smile at their plates as they see the divine looking food. Matilda happily tucks in, and offers Jenny a bite of her mac and cheese. Jenny does the same with her fish, and they have a peacefully quiet meal.

After that is bedtime. Jenny is worried Matilda is so wound up by the events of today that she may never sleep again.

“Why don’t you pick one of your new books and come read it to me, hm?” she asks as a beginning strategy. Matilda roots through the bag and returns with, shockingly, not the Dickens novel she’d been so desperate for.

“I want to wait until I get home,” she explains.

“Ah,” Jenny says with a nod. Matilda settles on her bed next to Jenny’s and opens the book. Jenny gets under the covers in her bed and takes a deep breath as she rests her head on the pillows. She listens to Matilda’s elegantly lilting, yet still adorably childish voice as she reads aloud to her.

But something still feels wrong. Matilda pauses partway through the second chapter and sheepishly asks, “Mum, can I sleep in your bed?”

“I was just about to ask the same thing,” Jenny says, popping one eye back open with a smile. She carefully scoots over and pats the empty space on the bed next to her. Matilda beams and leaps across, tucking herself in next to her and opening the book back up.

She continues to read until her eyes get too heavy to keep open. She carefully marks their place and leaves the book on the nightstand. Jenny turns off the lights while Matilda adjusts herself to be lying comfortably.

“Goodnight. I love you,” Jenny whispers, gently kissing Matilda’s forehead.

“Goodnight,” Matilda echoes. “And I love you every day. Not just tomorrow.”

“Every day,” Jenny replies with a smile. Matilda tucks into her chest and they both drift off to sleep with a smile on their face.

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thank you for reading!! hope you enjoyed!

[irish-fuckin-name]

So. Aside from the drama I posted about earlier, I was very nice and normal and NOT messy today. Who's proud of me? I'm proud of me.

I got beautified. The salons were not half bad, and I look great, if I do say so myself. I read all the prep stuff to start work tomorrow. I ate some Annie's four cheese penne, which was so fucking bomb, though it did give me body dysmorphia that followed me all day. Once I'm settled next week, I need to figure out how to get back on medication.

I found a thrift store, where things were largely ugly, but I did get two fairly cute little rugs and a filing cabinet for my stuff, which JUST barely fit in my car. And I moved it in the rain, all by myself. I can do hard things! I'm not a lonely, depression-moth-eaten nothing! As much as I feel like one.

My dad is so not happy with me being here. He's so fucking disappointed, and it keeps getting in my head. I mean, it's not like I'm thrilled about it either. But I keep having to tell myself it's my only choice if I want my own show and I'm twenty-goddamn-seven years old and I can make my own choices even if others don't approve of them. Even if my PARENTS don't.

I don't feel twenty-seven. I still feel like a teenager. A kid. A fucking lonely little girl playing dress-up.

Whatever. I drove around for a while, just taking in the town and talking to my friends on the phone, who I already miss. And then I talked to Nav, and that drama happened and I do NOT want to dwell on it so whatever. At least the attention felt good. I know I'm such a bitch. But at least I was honest. I told him I didn't want to be his girlfriend, I don't do long-distance, and even if anything happened, we still wouldn't be more than friends. And I DO want to be his friend, I think. I don't just want his connections, but... I dunno. He's older, and again with me feeling like a little kid, and... What I wouldn't give for ANYONE MY AGE to actually be into me.

So from there, I went to Shane's to watch Yellowjackets. I was a little early, and got to FINALLY meet Shane in person, which was so so so nice and everything I hoped it would be, which is the best when you meet an online friend. We just hit it off immediately. Of his friends who came over, they mostly all seemed cool, except for this girl named Sarah who has truly insane opinions about Yellowjackets. Like, she seemed nice enough when NOT talking about the show, but her takes are wild. The two who came off the best were ANOTHER girl named Sarah, who brought craft beer, and this guy Matt, who was very funny and made a real effort to get to know me. The episode itself was the weakest since the season got good, but since the season is good now, it was still a good one. Hilary Swank is so goddamn hot as Melissa, I fear.

They watched Righteous Gemstones after, but I left because Natalie told me today that she and Kaleigh are double-Goggins-heads like me and do Lotus/Gemstones, and they are my roommates and I want to get to know them better so I did join for that. But first I wanted to bring wine as a "hello thank you for letting me into your home" gift, and made it to the liquor store five minutes before it closed. Even though I was quick, the employees were not friendly and wanted me OUT of there. For the most part, I was really worried about this town being total hicksville and Trumptown and just like actively hostile towards me. For the most part, that hasn't been true (though I think between my roommates and Shane's crew I may have met the ONLY queer people outside of the college? And half of them are getting grad degrees there anyway, lol), but the lack of 24-hour establishments will be an adjustment, I fear, lmao.

But I did get the goods, and this is the BEST part of the day, but I really, really like my roommates. More than I have any new people in a good, long while. First off, they're clearly old friends, but really made an effort to bring me in. They're funny, smart, queer fangirls, which is always a green flag with me. Kaleigh is a hugger. They like talking during TV the exact amount that I do (which is, of course, always the correct amount).

Also, the shows were good as fuck tonight. 3/3. Thank god we got to see Gog's hog again.

Now I'm all mega-cozy in bed, reading the TV reddit threads until my meds kick in and I knock out. A much, much better day than I was expecting.

Also, it gets kind of warm in this room at night. I cracked the balcony door much earlier in the season than I expected to.

[dumbbitchfrommars]

Okay I had to just post that because the train of thought had completely gone

So

I want to journal but I can’t write right now. I cant do much. I’m exhausted by simply everything. I think I’m nearing a burnout…

The guys from uni have invited me out to town on top of the ball that I opted for because another uni friend invited me. Socialising like this is what I wanted, no? Then why do I feel completely exhausted by the thought of it all?

I know it will be so fun and I’m looking forward to it. But I’m a little worried that I’m more excited tk drink than tk spend time with eveyone. And I’m also more apprehensive about going because I know that I will be drinking a lot. Which means another week of recovery. Why do I keep putting myself through this hell? For the sake of fun? Why can’t I have fun without drinking? It’s too hard to go out and be the sober friend. But the lengths I’ve been going to just so I can drink and save my money/time/energy is actually lowkey defeating the purpose. I’m so exhausted. But I did successfully plan my outfit and my day ahead so everything can go smoothly with no stress. Stress now to avoid stress later. My life’s work.

Anyway. I guess I wanted to invite my work bestie along because I’m paranoid about going with the uni gang. Two of them are lowkey mean and one is the sweetest girl but obviously not much of a town goer. And the other has a boyfriend. And overall I’m not close with any of them so I have no fall back in case they flake or I need to dip cause the vibes are bad. Basically I have no failsafe.

But my heart is open! I am protected! God wants the best for me. There were very small inconveniences today because I didn’t hear my intuition. But I guess I’m just a little scared that they will turn from small to bigger and more painful in inconveniences for me.

I don’t know why I had this thought but… the amount of panic and effort and energy I went to not only to get a little gift for my friend but also to rush over when I was running late for her thesis talk.. well, I don’t know why but I don’t think she would have done the same for me. But I love her anyway and I understand her and I’m willing to compromise for her because I know she does care and appreciates me.

But the others… I guess I’m wary. To learn that they’re all private school kids. Tbh I love them all it’s just Tess and Noah. Something is slightly off there. Like why is there so much anger and hate in your heart? What is missing? That you have to take it all out on innocent people… her story today was such a red flag. And her being close minded about me wanting to buy sage and incense.

But as I said before. I am loved. And I am appreciated. And if I feel like I am not receiving the love and respect that I know I am worthy of and deserve, I can easily step away and give my time and attention to someone else who will meet that need. !!!!!!!!! I AM SO GROWN FOR THAT!!! wow. I really slayed the game. I really do be slaying the game lately. I can’t wait for tomorrow, actually. I just needed to recenter my perspective.

I’m very tired and have a headache and feel a bit overwhelmed. But I have a great day and an even better week ahead of me. I will submit my request for an extension and ease some of the pressure about doing my report. I’m gonna drive to melb with my bestie and see one of my fave singers. And I’ve attracted so many new and wonderful connections and friendships into my life that I am just surrounded by love and beautiful and joy and happiness. Slayed.

My little catchphrase lately is slay. Idc if it’s annoying.

Now to contemplate watching the Taurus’s story… not the Pisces moon one. He’s been BLOCKED. tyvm. Literally felt my heart open up to new opportunities the second it happened. But the other Taurus. The pretty boy. Libra moon. Anyway. I’m gonna look but I’m gonna try stay detached. I’m simply curious, okay god!! Let me have my moments. We’re friends. We’re vaguely connected now, and everytime I think of him I remember him hitting it from behind. It wasn’t even good. Just the feeling of his body weight pressing mine down. And my ass squishing up against him. Like okay she slayed. I swear it’s like I woke up one day and decided I have the fattest fucking ass. I love being a confident baddie. I really do have a fatty tho. It’s like uncomfortably large. I be catching looks left right and centre.

That’s another thing!! All of the sudden… I catch everyone’s attention. Is it because I try so hard to not give anyone my attention? I have anxiety! I don’t want to make eye contact. Also I genuinely think there is some kind of magic or energetic exchange that occurs when I make eye contact with someone. It’s a bit scary. So I’d rather stay in my own world. But I think it does attract a lot of attention. Combined with me having really good and unique style and dark skin and tats and also being such a pretty girl. Anyway. Enough being egotistical. It’s just interesting.

[felidaefighter]

For the dreblr ask game, 14, 20, 24, 27?

Ahhh oh my gosh sorry for the late reply! I've been busy packing! Thank you so much for the ask though !!! :DD

14. What’s your favourite c!Dream line of dialogue?

"WHITE FLAGS, OUTSIDE your base, by TOMORROW, at DAWN." SUCH A CLASSIC! SUCH A BANGER! It never gets old! Then again I've been here for a very long time so I'm biased towards the oldies!

20. What are some of your favourite pieces of c!Dream analysis?

Aw man, I wish I had specific examples for you, but it's late and I have Too Many Reblogged Posts on it jfldsnvldsghlsgh... probably callmeapple, and simplepotatofarmer, and theminecraftbox's stuff tbh! If I have any specifics crop up in my brain later, I'll make another post for it!!! 👀

24. When/how did you become a c!Dream apologist?

Honestly I think I sort of fell into it. I was always into it for that aspect of "story from everyone's perspective", and tried to keep my mind focused on that aspect as well. Maybe it's my Homestuck fandom background, but I've never seen characters that fell into actions like those as villains. And I suppose I always think people deserve a second chance! Or to learn from their mistakes and get better! I was never able to pick who I wanted to "win" in a fight unless it was their POV. Whoops!

I guess realistically though, the more unhinged c!Dream appeared to be, the more I theorized and conspiracied etc. It's fun!

27. What do you think is c!Dream’s greatest strength?

His silver tongue!

Seriously though, think about it-- how often is he able to spin things exactly how he wants them to appear? His melodic voice and careful words kept his Plan(TM) going, and his threats were taken literally and to the letter.

Either that, or His Reputation! He relies on it often enough to carry him through. He's easily able to focus all attention on himself when he wants.

This is also, naturally, his greatest weakness. He was able to hide his true motives and feelings from even his closest friends, and attracted a little too much attention in regards to Things That Want To Hunt Him.

Thank you so so so much for giving me a chance to ramble about Dream!!! :DD

[hissweetdarling]

I remember a few years ago my last therapist ( which was the only good one I had for a while) suggested me to keep a journal

I mean sometimes I think about doing it ( aka attempting to do it again ) but then events like this happen and I think I'd get more pissed off than when I write a venting blog and reread the long or short venting blog after some time and go "I'M SO GLAD I'M NOT STUCK IN THAT SITUATION ANYMORE" or "THANKFULLY I WROTE THAT DOWN I REMEMBERED I'M NOT INSANE FOR SEEING THE SAME PATTERN AGAIN" ( see my post about red flags in guys which when I forget I've faced that before I usually give them excuse instead of reinforcing my limits and boundaries and see if I can take distance if they're harmful)

The day after that almost a full night of stress I woke up at almost afternoon and spend almost the whole day doing skin care and body care and less stressful stuff until evening when I was so pissed off suddenly about not knowing how I feel about certain people I know and start putting down on the paper then contacted a friend I rarely talk with and let her vent and I also vented and a few more stuff but like overall it was a nice almost stress free night

Then yesterday I was feeling really more energised ( like 65-70% on my scale) on the first part of the day so I could do a new eye makeup put on some lipstick and wear some of my favourite clothes and accessories and despite getting triggered by the comments I got , especially from my family , I still rocked that look

I went at university but the professor didn't come so after an hour I left then I took the bus , had a delicious coffee, took a lot of pics of my look (and had a few taken but the barista made me seem cuter from that angle hahaha) and then helped my grandma with shopping

The evening I spent it mostly searching for a meaningful present for a dear friend of mine and really late I watched the 5th ep of Black Butler Green Witch arc then I talked with another dear friend of mine about the episode here on Tumblr

But today IT'S RAINING so after I woke up I was stuck for one hour on the bed now I've been stuck for almost an hour after I changed my clothes to go to university in front of my wardrobe and all I can think about is : how am I going to get at least to my eyebrows and shaving appointment because on Friday I'll have to take photos for the album with my classmates (I'm in the third year and I'm trying to get that bachelor degree then move even further with my education and these bastards want two photos sessions instead of one so I'm juggling with outfits and appointments) , how tf to change into comfortable clothes without feeling even more pain , how tf to get back in bed , should I take a pain killer? I took one yesterday because my pain increased high randomly during the evening but I knew I needed to sleep well (with less pain) so I can be awake today to go at the university but OH WELL... , how to start and finish my last two projects for the university which I have to present tomorrow (unless these people change the date for presenting again) , how can I work on my thesis, how long the rain will keep going, how- how- how- how-

So you see by the time I would finish writing that on paper I'd feel even more tired and in pain and also even more frustrated because "I HAD A PRETTY GOOD DAY YESTERDAY EXCEPT THE EVENING PAIN SO WHY I CAN'T HAVE ANOTHER PRETTY GOOD DAY" ( not yelling at you reader , just frustrated)

Me : finally some progress that lowers my anxiety I've been sleeping at around 1:30 or 2:30 for more than a few nights instead of 4 of 5 a.m and I even had a night I fell asleep a little after midnight

Also me tonight: been so triggered and stressed that it's 3:52 a.m and I STILL CAN'T SLEEP no matter how I try to handle this type of stress and anxiety and oh my chronic pain level started randomly increasing too

[livingdxadwriter]

Drunk and Dreamin' (Rick Flag)

Pairing: Rick Flag x F!Reader

Request: can i get a rick x reader pregnancy fic 🥺 bonus points if the reader is still a member of the suicide squad 👀👀

Note: I mixed it with a drunk Rick prompt I saw last night, I thought itd be cute to mix them together. Hopefully you like it and you're satisfied with the request.

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, mentions of pregnancy, mostly just fluff, rick being cute af

WC: 3.4k I dont know what it's like to write short fics

A/N: soooo heres more rick because like we love this man, I love this man and yeah, hes on my mind 24/7. Like I said I mixed the pregnancy request with a drunk Rick thing I saw. @dreamingindigital posted it first, so if they see this hey, thank you for letting me do it hope you like my adaptation of what you said. And as for the rest of yall, hope you like it too

It was a weird feeling, being alive. Making it out of a mission and coming home for another day, sleep in your own bed one more night and fall asleep in the arms of the man you loved one more time. You never knew if you were coming back from a suicide mission, or if Rick was. Hell, maybe you'd both bite the dust then. You didn't know. But you knew that every day you were alive, away from bullets and blood, and with the man you loved, that you wouldn't take for granted. 

So when you both and Rick made it alive out of that damn island, he insisted on going out for drinks when you got back to America. Go crazy, live like it was your last day, and God knows if it would be. You weren't exactly on board with the idea, since well, you found right after getting to America that you were pregnant, and of course it was Rick's. Other than that, you perfectly knew he almost got killed in that island, he got stabbed with that piece of ceramic and it damn near killed him, you wanted him to rest. And you, well, you got beat up, as did everyone else, but thanks to some higher power or maybe just luck, you didn't get hurt too badly, you didn't get stabbed, gunned down, crushed, or face-hugged xenomorph style by a starfish so, that was a win for you. Still, you'd rather just go home and shower, wash off the blood and death off your body. And just rest so maybe you could tell Rick the news. But Rick was persistent, you didn't know what it was, he wasn't the drinking 'till I pass out type, but maybe almost dying made him want to live more, outside of the walls of Belle Reeve or some top secret location where he'd possibly die. 

"We're alive, sweetheart, let's enjoy it." He told you.

The man almost got killed, you could at least give him that. If he wanted to get drunk you'd let him, he deserved it. You could always tell him tomorrow, you knew you wouldn't die tonight at least.

So as reluctant as you were, you joined him in his quest to get drunk, you guessed. Well, it was mostly in spirit and moral support, because you weren't drinking. You did join him on the floor once he got drunk enough to want to dance with you, arms around each other, bodies pressed together and holding each other even if the song didn't match the slow and close vibe you were going for. You didn't care, you needed to hold each other and you'd be damned if you let go of that man. 

It was fun, you weren't going to lie, for once you felt like a normal couple, out, drinking, dancing, laughing like you didn't have a single worry in your mind, not the task force, not where will you be next, not the killing, not Waller, nothing. It was just you and Rick, together, only thinking about each other. Even if it was just for a minute. But maybe now it could be like that, but not just for a minute.

You were honestly surprised how quickly Rick got drunk. I mean, he was drinking by himself despite his insistence on you joining him, he was confused at first by how adamant you were about not drinking, but he surprisingly didn't question you anymore after the first round of shots. So he downed all the shots and beer in a matter of a few hours. And you would think he was a bad drunk, loud and messy, but it was quite the opposite. He was a very touchy and affectionate drunk. 

You nearly jumped, ready to swing a punch when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, and you were met with a hard chest. It took you a second to realize it was just Rick, and you relaxed, happily leaning into his chest. You felt him leave a lazy wet kiss to the side of your head before he leaned into your shoulder, pressing the side of his face into your neck. He was warm, hot and a bit sweaty, his own body heat was making you hot, but you didn't mind. And you smiled, reaching behind you to run your fingers through his hair. 

"Did I ever tell you you smell really fuckin' good?" He hummed, slightly slurring his words and making his accent slightly thicker. 

You giggled, taking in his own scent. It was a mix of faint sweat from the hot atmosphere of the bar, the smell of liquor still on his tongue and the faint smell of his aftershave still lingering on his freshly shaven jaw. It was an interesting mixture really, honestly one would think it's not necessarily the most enjoyable of smells, but you liked it. It was comforting really. It smelled like home, because he was your home.

"Oh yeah?" You chuckled, "you like the smell of sweat and death?" You retorted, running your fingers through the short dark blondish strands. 

"Nah," he hummed when he felt your fingers and shook his head, rubbing his face further into your neck. "You kinda smell like, like vanilla. Yeah, you smell like vanilla, and cinnamon and— and you smell like all the pretty things in the world." He mumbled, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he nodded, as if to confirm what he was saying. 

"Oh," you couldn't help but laugh, a loving smile he couldn't quite see plastered on your lips, "that so?" 

"Mhm…" He hummed, nuzzling further into your neck and his big arms nearly squeezing you into a bear hug, "you smell like you're pretty. 'Cause you are pretty. So so pretty…" his voice got softer and quieter, going almost inaudible by the end as he trailed off, exhaling deeply and he was suddenly leaning into you, putting half of his weight on you, making you blow out a sharp breath. 

"Rick, baby." You tapped the back of his head, instantly feeling him slightly lift it, "you okay pretty boy?"

"Mhm.." He exhaled tiredly, "just resting my eyes for a second, sweetheart." He mumbled before going right back to the place in your neck. You chuckled fondly, knowing he was probably falling asleep, exactly like that, standing and all. 

"Okay, come on, I'm taking you home, okay?" You turned around, hearing him groan quietly and when you looked up at him you almost wanted to awe out loud. His eyes were half closed and hooded, barely looking at you and his pale cheeks were flushed bright red, it was kinda adorable honestly. 

"A pretty girl's takin' me home? Aren't I lucky." You couldn't hold in your laughter this time. When you laughed, he narrowed his eyes at you and slightly tilted his head in confusion. 

"Yeah, absolutely," you giggled, brushing your hand over his cheek and leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, "alright, come on big guy." 

You slung an arm around his torso, and he instantly slung an arm over your shoulder, practically leaning into you like you were a pole or something. 

"Goddamn." You sucked a sharp breath when you felt his weight on you, barely being able to hold him upright, because he couldn't even do that himself. This was going to be a long walk to your car. You took a deep breath and used all the strength you could gather to lead him through the small groups of people still gathered around the bar. 

Damn, this man was big and heavy. And he was putting most of his weight on you. He  was also leaning into you as you walked, making you stumble to the side too. 

"Oh my God Rick," you groaned softly when he slouched over you, both arms hanging limp over your shoulders, head hanging as he practically leaned his entire body into you. You had to plant your feet on the ground so you wouldn't fall with him, "Rick you're 6'2 and like 200 plus pounds, and you're putting all of that on me. Come on." You groaned, trying with all the strength you could gather to get him to stand upright. 

Rick eventually lifted his head up, eyes wide for a second as he looked around for any form of threat, but then his eyes fell on your significantly smaller form trying to carry all of him. It took him a minute to stand by himself, mumbling what you assumed was a 'sorry baby' but honestly, you could barely understand him at this point. 

Still, you managed to get him into your car, shoving him in the passenger's seat, where he instantly crossed his arms over his chest and slouched. You figured he probably fell asleep like that because you didn't hear a single word from him the whole ride. All you could hear was the quiet sound of the radio playing and his faint snores, confirming that he was in fact asleep. You let him, I mean when was the last time this man actually got proper sleep? Without having to sleep with an eye open? Yeah, he'd be pretty damn tired. 

As much as it made you feel bad waking him up, you had to, you weren't going to let him sleep in the car. So once you parked your car, you got out and walked all around over to his side, where you opened his door for him and cautiously placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly so you wouldn't startle him and potentially catch a flying fist. When you did, his eyes immediately shot wide open and his whole body got tense as he looked for whatever startled him awake. Much like you earlier, he visibly relaxed when his eyes landed on you. 

"Come on pretty boy, let's get you to bed." You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead before helping him out of the car. He instantly slouched against the car, using it to keep himself upright. You sighed. This was going to be difficult. "I know you wanna sleep but I need your help to get you inside, okay? Please don't fall on me." 

You grabbed him again, this time having to wrap both arms around his torso to even get him off the car. Rick made somewhat of an effort to get himself going, this time he threw both of his arms over your shoulders and leaned his head on yours, mumbling how pretty you were, how badass he thought you were and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. It was cute really, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was so damn drunk he probably wouldn't even have said all of those things. He'd probably deny he ever said something that cliche and sappy, too.

Eventually you got the 6 foot something giant up to your shared place. You had no idea how, but hey, you managed to get the soldier through the door, up those stairs and into the safety of your home. The next step was getting to your bedroom, which may sound easy, but Rick was bumping into shit everywhere. He even started cursing at whatever inanimate object would get in his way. It was fucking hilarious, you had to force yourself not to burst out laughing in front of this very pouty and drunk Rick. 

You got him to your room, eventually, and the second he did he threw himself right on the bed, face first. And fully clothed. 

This fucking man. 

You squeezed your eyes shut, rubbing your template and exhaled deeply, reminding yourself that he was just a big teddy bear when drunk, and you had to do everything for him. 

"Rick, baby, at least let me take your shoes off." You sighed softly, walking over to the bed and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to get him to stay awake long enough. He didn't respond verbally, he simply huffed sleepily and rolled over onto his back. 

You blew out a breath and shook your head, going around to the foot of your bed, one by one ridding Rick of most of his pieces of clothing. You got his shoes off, the shirt was a bit trickier, but with a bit of moving around you got it off. You gave up on taking his jeans off, he was like deadweight, and wouldn't move. So you left him like that. He was probably more than asleep by then. He was still on his back, a muscular tattooed arm tucked under his head, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he quietly snored, or so you figured. So you thought he wasn't listening when you spoke.

"Swear to god Rick, I gotta take care of a baby soon, I can't keep taking care of you like you are one, too" You thought out loud, as you started to strip yourself of your own clothes. So you completely missed the way Rick's eyes shot wide open and he sat up on his elbows so fast it gave him whiplash. 

Did he actually hear that correctly?

"The hell did you say?" You heard him say with a tone you couldn't quite describe. And when you looked up, you saw him sitting there, suddenly wide awake and sober, wide eyed, mouth slightly open in shock, confusion, and maybe like, joy?

"Huh… That's not exactly how I wanted to tell you but…" You swallow thickly, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and looking down, nervous of how exactly he'd react. You've never actually talked about settling down, getting married, kids, the whole nine yards. I mean hell, you were in a island going on a suicide mission less than two a ago, you definitely weren't thinking of something like this yet. You thought Rick didn't actually want kids, he's never told you if he did, or even showed much interest in domesticity. So how the hell were you supposed to tell him that? "So uh… I've been feeling kinda sick these past few weeks, even on that island, I just didn't tell you so you wouldn't worry. Then when you were asleep last night I went out, bought a couple of pregnancy tests and well… yeah." 

Rick wasn't saying anything, he wouldn't even blink. It was scaring you. His face was so blank, stoic and unreadable. You could never know what the hell was going on inside this man's head. You couldn't read him. And on top that he was still drunk, so he probably wasn't registering things like he normally would. So he was just staring at you, eyes slightly glossy and his lips slightly parted. And then he smiled. He genuinely smiled. 

"You serious? You're pregnant with my kid?" He asked in disbelief, not because he would doubt you or your loyalty, but because he couldn't wrap his head around the idea of you being pregnant. You bit your lip nervously and slowly nodded, still not sure if you wanted to see his reaction or not. "Baby don't play with me, I know I'm like, drunk but—"

"Rick, I'm dead serious. I can show you the pregnancy test if you want. We're having a baby." You smiled nervously, fiddling with your fingers as you waited for his response. You were caught completely off guard when he laughed and grabbed your face, kissing you. It was sweet and loving, even if you could still taste the liquor on his tongue. But you didn't mind, all you cared about was his reaction, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. 

"I must be dreamin' 'cause I can't believe it. This can't be real, it's too good." He mumbled, brushing his nose against yours as he held your face, a lazy and crooked smile on his lips. 

"Nah, you're just drunk honey." You giggled, tears of joy pricking your eyes. 

"Then I must be drunk and dreamin', because that's the best thing I've heard in a very long time." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When morning came, you were already up, having been up since dawn, your body already used to waking up before the sun came up and sleeping very little hours at a time. Rick was a different story. Usually he was up even earlier than you were, most times he wouldn't sleep at all. But he was so drunk that after you both got in bed, wrapped around each other's arms, he fell dead asleep, and was only woken up by the sunlight coming through the window since it hit him right in the face. He was engulfed by the smell of freshly brewed coffee, which he figured you had prepared. 

Rightfully so, right when he was starting to wake up, still under the covers and hugging pillows instead of you, you walked in with two cups of coffee. One for yourself, and another for him since you intended on waking him up then, knowing he liked to start his day early no matter where he was. When you walked in the room you were met with a breathtaking sight. Rick, now half sitting up against the pillows, tattooed arm behind his head as he yawned, his blondish hair sticking just about every direction possible. Rick Flag in the morning was both the cutest and hottest sight anyone could ever see. And it was your sight to see every morning. 

Rick spotted you by the door as he rubbed the sleep off his eyes and a sleepy, lopsided smile plastered on his lips. 

"Mornin' sweetheart." He hummed, voice raspy and deeper than usual from just waking up. You smiled, making your way around the room to sit on your bed. 

"Morning sleepy beauty. How's the hangover?" You teased, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of his mouth. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face with both hands and shook his head. 

"Oh shut up." He laughed, shaking his head before his eyes fell on the mugs on your hands, "this for me baby?" He pointed to the mug he usually used for his coffee and you nod. He happily took it from you and sipped it, humming in delight at the bitter liquid. 

"Your coffee is fuckin' amazing, did I ever tell you that?" 

"Yeah," you giggled, sipping your own coffee happily, "among other things." You shrugged, slightly tapping the side of the mug, knowing Rick probably didn't even remember the drunk late night conversation you had with him last night. 

"In that case, did I ever tell you that I want to marry you and I want you to be the mother of my children?" He said casually, almost way too casually, like it was the most natural thing to say, a huge smile on his lips as he sipped on his coffee, he almost spat it right back out when he saw the ways your eyes widened and choked on your own coffee. 

"Wha-What?" 

"I mean, I believe you told me that you were pregnant with my kid? Or was I just dreamin' last night?" He raised an eyebrow at you, somewhat questioning whether or not he dreamed of it or if it actually happened. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, trying once again to read the look on his face, in his eyes. It was hard to read him drunk or sober, you could never guess what Rick was thinking. But right then and there, you could see it in his eyes. He had this loving, fond and almost hopeful look in his eyes. With the sunlight shining right on his face his eyes looked lighter, like honey almost and they looked so full of life, happy. He looked happy. And then you knew. 

"No, you weren't dreaming. I am pregnant and it is yours. So I guess you're gonna be, yeah, a dad." You giggled awkwardly, not being able to hold back a smile. And when you did, Rick set his might down on the bedside table and he kissed you, hard and loving. 

"Baby," he sighed heavily, cupping your face with one hand and placing the other on your flat stomach, and frowned, "you're out of the task force. Like there's no fucking way I'm letting you risk yourself and our kid. I'm gonna marry you, and I can't allow either of you to get hurt or get killed. It's not worth it. I don't care what Waller says, you're out. You understand?" He frowned, eyes narrowed and gaze hard and he used his colonel voice, he was being so serious it wasn't even funny. 

"Then you're not going back either," you frowned, resting your hand over his on your stomach and sighed shakily, "Peacemaker almost killed you Rick. I had to get that damn ceramic out of you, I had to drag your ass out of that building so you wouldn't die. I love you, and I can't lose you, not now. We can't leave our kid without their parents. We both need to get out of that fucking task force." You were nearly as serious as he was, and you weren't kidding, when you thought he was going to die you felt like your whole world was falling apart just because he wouldn't be in it. You couldn't go the rest of your life without him, you knew that now. 

"Then we're both getting the fuck out. I don't care if I have to go back to D.C and take you with me, but we're not risking our lives anymore for this, not you, not me. I promise you, and little soldier that." 

[selfpositiveundertale]

Long and very heavy post ahead.

Things are hard. Really hard.

Talked to my therapist today and told her every single detail about what I'm dealing with regarding the medication withdrawal. She was extremely concerned, said I raised a lot of red flags, and told me I need to get medical attention asap whether it's to go to the nearest urgent care, call up my rheumatologist's office and beg for an emergency appointment, or just go to the ER. Things are pretty sticky all around with my health right now because of this withdrawal, but I couldn't keep taking that medication. I couldn't take another night of those side effects. I'm not going to go into detail about those side effects or the withdrawal symptoms I'm having right now because it's pretty bad and I don't want to trigger anyone. I will say though, that I gave the bottle of what I had left of that medication to my husband with instructions to dispose of it when he went to work so if my self control wavers, I won't be able to get it. You might be able to guess why I instructed my husband to get rid of it when he's not home. I'm not going to say it out loud but I will say my therapist told me if I feel I can't control it, then I have to go to the ER.

I want to apologize for this. I've been a source of positive messages for so many people for a while now. I always say to stay determined and never give up and to love and care for yourself. But now I'm at rock bottom, wanting to do the thing that would deprive you all of future positive messages, deprive my husband of the most love and support he's ever had from anyone, because I can't take this much physical suffering. But I don't have a choice but to continue to take it until it finally calms down, even if it takes years like it has with some people who had to stop taking this medication, because there are too many people I love, too many things that make me want to stay and try to push through it. I can't see the sun past the suffocating dark but I know it's there and I have to keep going if I want to see it again.

I want to be clear that I am absolutely NOT saying goodbye. I'm asking for support. And I'm asking for help. I have to go see a doctor tomorrow no matter what. I can't keep trying to get through this on my own without medical help. We have $88 in our bank account due to some unexpected car expenses. The most conveniently located urgent care clinic that claims to be affordable doesn't list any prices for services on their website. I would call and ask, but I'm in the middle of crying at the moment, even if I stop crying long enough to dial the number, I know I'll just break down again when I try to tell them why I need to come in, and I don't want to make a bad first impression over the phone or be told they can't help me and I need to just go to the ER. I don't know how much it will cost, or if they'll allow me to hold off on paying until my husband gets paid next Tuesday.

I hate asking this. I hate it so much. I have nothing to give in return for help this time. I cannot work on Etsy orders right now and will be putting my shop on vacation mode for the foreseeable future. I don't have myself together enough to draw for commissions or any purpose other than trying to help myself feel less awful. I don't even have it in me to write positivity posts for you all or to even throw in any humor to lighten this heavy post. I'm just asking for donations to help me keep myself alive and try to claw my way back to some semblance of being a slightly functional human being.

I'm tired. I'm scared. I'm sad. I'm desperate. I'm in so much pain. Please help me. I have to have medical treatment and I don't have any insurance and can't afford another ER visit, especially if there's a chance it could be a repeat of last time where they did absolutely nothing useful for me and gave me a $3000 bill for it. The ER is an absolute Last Resort and I will only go there if all other attempts at getting medical attention fall through. Anything you can spare will help.

PayPal is here. Venmo is MelmelB. Cashapp is $mxmelmelb.

Please. I'm so scared and so tired. I need help. I can't do this alone.

[fuck-customers]

LONG POST

I just saw another post that reminded me of my short but hellish time working at a local family restaurant.

I filled out an application and handed it over in person and the owner called me the next day to start working that night. (🚩#1- no background check, no real interview, just asked if I was over 18, what my availability was and if I'd ever worked in a restaurant before and maybe for my ID, I'm not even sure if he asked for that) Whatever. I was desperate for a job and came in. I was upfront that this was my first job, I had no work experience, especially no restaurant experience but I was ready to try my best and was eager to learn. The owner also informed me to not come through the main restaurant doors where customers come through, to go through the back entrance. (This is relevant later)

I get all of 2 minutes of training (this is not really a red flag, more of a pink one) and set to work. The boss writes down on a pad of paper what time I came in and later writes down what time I left, the other employees do the same thing (🚩) No real/accurate clocking in exists, nor does any actual schedule exist, just the owner verbally saying to come in tomorrow or the next day or whenever at whatever time, but only one shift is notified at a time. (🚩) No one speaks to me, which I originally contributed to them being busy, until I noticed how dead the restaurant was. The only time anyone DOES speak to me, it is to condescendingly tell me how I'm fucking up and usually to yell at me. This not only includes the owner yelling at me, but his nephew who also works there as well as one of the waitresses, both of whom are supposed to be on my same employee level/aka not management. (🚩)

On the first day of work, I explain to the owner that I was looking around to find where dishes go because I have a bad memory due to brain damage and I WILL be able to eventually memorize where everything is supposed to go, it just might take me longer than the average person. He jokes about how he also has a bad memory and to ask anyone there for help, giving me false confidence that he may be understanding. I forgot where some dishes go on the second day and ask him where they go. Instead of helping like he claimed he would, he screams at me because I "can't even remember something so simple" (🚩)

On maybe the 3rd or 4th shift I have, I try to go in through the back as instructed, but the door is locked. I knock on the door and yell for someone to let me in for 5 or so minutes and no one comes. I obviously have no keys to this place I've worked at for 3 days, so I give up and go in through the main restaurant doors. The owner sees me and I immediately start trying to explain about the door being locked and no one answering and he either ignores me or doesn't hear me over his own yelling and is screaming at me in front of my coworkers and the customers eating their meals about how he told me not to come in through the restaurant and to only use the backdoor and refused to listen when I tried to explain that it was LOCKED. (🚩) I am obviously rattled and stressed and embarrassed so I scramble to the back to focus on work so I don't cry. After I contain myself, I get to work and I'm working for maybe 10-20 minutes when the owner stops by my station and asks if I like working there (🚩 I guess??? Wtf kind of question is that, ESPECIALLY after yelling at someone in front of employees and customers?) Of course I lie and say yes and I'm suddenly aware that I'm not currently working and I panic and start washing again. He stops me and says "Get out." "...What?" "Leave. Get out." "...the dishes..?" (in my defense I was very rattled) "I'll have [whatever his nephew's name was] do them. Leave now. You're too slow, I can do these dishes in half the time it takes you. See? *washes a dish* Leave." (side note: the dishes he "washed" and deemed acceptable to be served to customers STILL had food caked on them. 🤮 🚩)

I'm very disoriented and on the verge of tears, so I take off my apron as fast as possible and run out the door to avoid crying in front of everybody, as now the whole goddamn crew has come to watch my humiliation, and call my mom in tears in the parking lot. It's only afterwards, after I've calmed down that I realize that he never paid me (🚩) and I don't even know how much I'm supposed to be paid, since he never told me how much I was supposed to make in an hour (🚩) (yeah that one was on me, but honestly this guy scared me even during the "interview" and I was afraid to ask questions because he was very harsh) My mom (correctly) tells me to go back and demand my pay. The only silver lining in my story is that he doesn't argue against paying me and gives me cash (idk how much it was, but I do remember confirming that it was the correct amount for minimum wage for how many hours I worked)

I worked there less than a week, but it was enough to traumatize me and make me refuse to work in a restaurant setting ever again. There is an overall silver lining: as I recalled this story, I was curious if there were employee reviews and if that guy was also abusive to other employees or if he just had something against me. I didn't find any employee reviews, but I did discover that the restaurant is permanently closed as of 2020. Good fucking riddance. I hope he wasn't as horrible to his other employees as he was to me, but at least he won't be able to abuse them anymore.

[gumnut-logic]

Tornadoes did that

Okay, @twistedoliver​ @janetm74​ @drileyf​ and @edutainer2022​, you asked for this mess. :D My brain is only barely functioning, yet, here are over 1500 words in about an hour.

I don’t guarantee any kind of quality, and considering what the hell happened (which wasn’t what I had initially thought at all), I suspect a lot will happen off camera following this.

I hope you enjoy it anyway.

-o-o-o-

It had been one hell of a rescue.

Tornadoes did that.

Virgil sighed and rolled ever-so-aching and weary shoulders. Everything was packed up. They were ready to roll. Just waiting for Scott to finish up with the site supervisor.

Gordon had Alan under his wing and was chatting in that ever upbeat and cheerful way. Virgil really had no idea how his little brother kept up his level of energy. Allie was visibly flagging as Gordon led him towards Two, and it was obvious he felt as bad as Virgil.

There had been a lot of debris to move and a lot of sad discoveries.

But some good, too. Focus on the successes, try not to dwell on the things out of our control.

So much out of control.

Tornadoes did that.

Scott was keeping up a good façade in the conversation he was having, but Virgil could see the strain in his big brother’s eyes.

They needed to go home.

A slow blink that had him shaking himself and Virgil decided on the direct approach. Scott probably wouldn’t like it, but this had happened far too many times before, and if Virgil was being honest with himself, his fitness to fly was slowly being impacted the longer he had to stand here and watch the supervisor rattle off detail after detail.

Be patient. The guy doesn’t know that IR is reaching the twenty-four hour mark. He wasn’t there for the previous rescue.

Sometimes Virgil’s inner moral compass was a pain in the ass.

He strode over anyway and raised a hand to interrupt. “Hey, Commander, we’re all packed and ready to return to base.”

The supervisor stopped mid-word and turned to Virgil, eyeing his baldric. “Oh, are you the pilot of the green Thunderbird?”

A blink, this time faster than the last. “Yes.”

“Good save with that crane.”

The crane that had its mountings undercut and almost fell on the remains of the local school. Virgil had arrived on scene at the very moment it started to topple. He had never fired a grapple so fast in his life. But even Two with all her strength had staggered with the strain of both its weight and leverage.

In the end, it had taken multiple grapples and some determined slicing with both Two’s and Scott’s lasers to get it all down to the ground safely.

“Thank you.” The end of that word was stifled as he attempted to strangle a yawn. He straightened and shook it off. “Commander, your presence is needed.”

That startled Scott and got him moving. The Commander excused both of them from the conversation and Scott’s eyes queried him as Virgil dragged him back towards One and Two. “What is it?”

“Time to go home.”

“Virgil-“

He stopped in his tracks and faced his brother, grabbing both his arms. “I know this is a break in protocol. I know you won’t be much longer. But we need to go home. Send him a report in the morning, or tomorrow, or whenever is convenient post-at-least-eight-hours sleep. We need to go home now.”

Virgil pinned his brother’s blue eyes with is own. Scott ran on adrenalin for a long time. He could be feeling fine now, but give him another hour or so and his body would offer him a solid wake up call.

Virgil preferred all of his brothers collapse into bed rather than into the Pacific Ocean.

That familiar blue stared at him a solid moment. “FAB.”

“Thank god.” Virgil let go of his brother’s arms and dropped his shoulders.

Of course, that just set his brother’s radar off. “You okay to fly?” This time it was Scott’s hand on Virgil’s upper arm and shoulder as if by contact he could scan like a medscanner.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go home.” He turned and walked off towards Two, both to start pre-flight and to check on their two youngest brothers.

He could feel Scott’s eyes drilling into his back.

Maybe he wasn’t feeling the best, maybe he was too tired, but he really just wanted to go home.

A few moments later, both One and Two lifted off the tornado scar and took off across the States towards the blue of the Pacific Ocean.

As they crossed the Californian coastline, that blue was an ever-welcome sight.

Virgil didn’t fail to note that Scott was keeping pace with the slower Thunderbird. Perhaps Virgil had been a little more dramatic than was needed, but there was no way he was leaving Scott behind. The man was as tired as any of them.

But then the best way to corral Scott was to hint at another brother’s need and that immediately overrode whatever priorities he had for himself.

Sad and beautiful at the same time.

Such was love.

God, he must be tired, he was getting soppy.

Beside him, Gordon was obviously attempting to keep the mood up with the occasional lame ass joke that Virgil had to grunt at. If it wasn’t for Alan’s presence, Virgil might have been a little more direct.

But again, his moral compass knew exactly what and why Gordon was doing what he was doing. Alan had seen some things today that very few sixteen-year-olds had even seen or would want to see. That required debriefing and a mental health check – which Gordon was supplying with precision.

Again, Virgil couldn’t help but love him for it.

But he did wish it didn’t involve such lame ass jokes about horses and bars.

And the walrus and the dentist.

Aww, c’mon Gordon, I’m dying here and not in a good way.

But anything for Allie.

Blue waves passed beneath them in a hypnotic blur.

Virgil knew the Pacific well. The average person might think one part of the world’s largest ocean was pretty much the same as any other part, but they would be wrong.

Thunderbirds moved so fast, the angle of the sun moved with them, changing the shadows and dips and quality of blue. Gordon may know what lies beneath, but Virgil could be pretty certain where he was on the vast stretches of blue by the angle of the sun, the subtle changes in colour, and the rhythm of the swell of the huge mass of water.

Up to the point of where it lapped against an ancient volcanic island just south of Tonga.

Where it tickled his feet and sung its journey.

“Virgil?”

He let his feet sink into the sand.

“Virgil!”

Gordon was yelling and running across the beach.

And it had been so idyllic…

“Thunderbird Two, report!” Scott’s voice was sharp and concerned.

“Ahh, everything is okay. Nothing to worry about here.”

“Gordon, what the hell? Where’s Virgil?”

“Umm…”

It all clicked together with an almighty rush of adrenalin. Virgil sat up to find his control of Two disengaged, despite him grabbing at the yoke. Gordon was glancing at him worriedly as he flew Two and Alan was fumbling with his seatbelt, obviously getting out of his seat to check on Virgil.

…who had fallen asleep while flying.

Aw, hell.

“…Virgil needed a nap. I’m flying the last leg home.” Gordon’s eyes glittered as he held Virgil’s.

“Your flight staggered. What happened?”

Virgil opened his mouth to interrupt, but Gordon cut him off. “Just me getting my air legs back.”

“Why isn’t Alan flying?”

“Hey, I’m co-pilot of this ‘bird. You got any issues, take it up her captain.”

Designed to annoy and divert. Gordon smiled just a little in Virgil’s direction before ending it with “Thunderbird Two out.” And killing the connection.

Alan was suddenly at Virgil’s elbow and his medscanner light flickered all over. “You are exhausted, bro. You shouldn’t be flying.”

“I just wanted to get us home.” It was a pitiful response and he knew it.

“Well, there is a bunk back there with your name on it. Alan, will you escort our ship’s captain to his bed?”

Alan smirked. “Of course.” He dropped a hand onto Virgil’s shoulder and squeezed. A soft smile worked better than any nagging ever could.

Virgil sighed and let his head drop back against the pilot seat headrest. “Guys…”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Gordon glared at him. “I didn’t risk a lecture from our Commander on proper flight protocols just so you could throw me under the silver bus. Get your butt to bed, Virg. I have Two in hand. I promise no scratches, which I doubt is something you can promise yourself right now.”

Alan stood staring at him with those blue eyes just like Scott’s…

“Fine.” Virgil pushed his seat back and creaked ever so much as he stood up. “But you don’t need to lie to Scott. That was my fault and I can take the heat.”

Gordon shook his head. “Worry about it later. Bed.”

Virgil stared at him a moment longer, suddenly aware of exactly how much blackmail material his younger brothers now possessed.

It would be easier to just own up to Scott when they got home.

Alan was pulling on his arm, leading him out of the cockpit.

Virgil followed without thought.

The next thing he knew, he was curling up on one of the bunks in the tiny sleeping quarters. His baldric was missing along with his boots and harness. He must have taken them off.

Must have.

A blanket was tucked around him.

Fingers touched his forehead and brushed away stray hair that had lost most of its product.

“Sleep, Virgil.” Soft and whispered.

So he did.

-o-o-o-

[sinfulcries]

naive - hinata x male reader

author’s notes. hey guys! my apologies for not posting </3 i’ve been having some issues w tumblr for awhile and i wanted to get a piece out for you guys! hope you enjoy reading! this is also a self indulgent fic BAHAHA i’ll complete my reqs tomorrow i promise 😔

tw. DARK CONTENT, university au, dubcon, high sex, marijuana usage, car sex, size difference, dacryphilia, senpai kink, humiliation, pothead reader

Your university had one unspoken rule and that was to never trust seemingly nice and attractive seniors. It was a common rookie mistake among the freshmen-- however no one really blamed them, besides, they also used to flock towards you like bees on flowers. No one could really resist your charm after all.

Hinata was one of the more unlucky and unknowing folk. No one informed him about your deceptive nature; however, he was naturally drawn to you and your good looks the moment you had introduced yourself to him at some freshmen welcoming frat party. 

Now that he had ignored all the red flags and the sympathetic stares that the rest of his classmates were giving him all day, He had now somehow ended up in your car, the smell of weed wafting through the air as your deep chuckle made him snap out of his dazed state.

“You okay over there?” You grinned, letting the younger man hit your bong once more. Hinata merely let out a soft hum, his mind slowly going blank as he instinctively shifted closer towards your larger form. Marijuana did such wonders! In a few minutes, Hinata would be too out of it to even notice your warm hand on his thigh or your rough lips on his neck. He was so goddamn innocent, and that made him such a perfect target for you to ravish and corrupt.

Hinata was quite naive, and once he was already in your backseat with you hovering above his weaker form, he desperately tried to push you off only to get his wrists pinned down against the cushion of your chair. “Fuck, You look so cute right now.” You chuckled, seeing his erection strain against the fabric of his shorts.

The chemical in his system was not helping at all-- In fact, the male only grew more sensitive every time he felt your hands on his bare skin. You surely wouldn’t take advantage of him… right? But you were so nice to him a few moments ago! You wouldn’t take advantage of him, especially not when he’s so weak. 

“You’re quite stupid, doll.” Giving the boy a slight smirk, you wasted no time in undressing him of his clothes, admiring the sight of his slightly flushed skin in the dim light. The ginger only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before slurring out a soft ‘m not in response.

As much as you wanted to take your sweet time in destroying the younger male, The thought of pounding him and filling him up on the spot was much more tempting, especially with that helpless and weak sparkle in his eyes. 

“Senpai… What’re you doing?” Hinata mumbled, His vision cloudy as he could only stare at you fishing your cock out of your boxers with confusion. The question only made you smile, your hand trailing downwards to fist at his leaking cock. “Shh pretty boy, Let senpai take care of you, yeah?” 

“But I don’t want to-- Wanna go home-” Squirming in your hold, your grip on him inevitably tightened as you shut him up with a harsh kiss. “It’ll only take a while, Shou. Be a good boy for me.”

You were such a bad influence-- and you barely gave Hinata any time to utter another word, before you quickly aligned the fat head of your cock in front of his gaping hole-- burying every inch of your cock inside of his warm ass as you felt his tight walls wrap around your thick length. The scream that slipped past the shorter man’s lips was simply beautiful. He was so tiny compared to you, and wrecking him would be so fucking easy for you to do. 

Each and every one of your deep thrusts left Shoyou absolutely breathless. He felt so good! And though his ass was stretched painfully to accommodate your girth, the way your tip mercilessly drilled into his prostate made his mind go numb with pleasure. “Damn Shou, Didn’t expect you to be this fuckin’ tight.” You chuckled breathlessly, leaning in to taste the weed on his lips. 

“Mmph! Too much--! C-Can’t take it~!” He merely squealed, making you pound into him much faster, the sound of skin on skin and your deep groans only edging Hinata towards his orgasm even more. “Come on, don’t lie t’me, Shou. See? You’re taking my cock in so well, I'm impressed.”

At this rate, Hinata would cum in a second! He could see his tummy bulging with each deep thrust, your dick rearranging his guts so deep that he could almost feel your cock in his throat! Despite the tight space, you still found a way to position Hinata so that he was pressed up against the fogged window of your car, giving everyone the perfect view of his fucked out expression.

He was so embarrassed! What if someone saw him getting fucked like a whore? Especially by a well known senior? It’d be the end of him, and he had only started the semester! “Gonna cum inside of you, baby. D’you want my cum inside of you?” You teased, your pace unwavering as the male shook his head, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as you pressed his head harder against the glass. “You’re still going to get it either way, After all, It’s your fault for being so fucking naive.” 

It was safe to say that Hinata Shoyou had now learned his lesson. Never trust seemingly attractive and nice seniors.