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[waterlogged-detective]

Someday I will make an introductory post for this blog

Someday….

[toxicanonymity]

busted (jailbird one shot)

2.5k WORDS, JOEL "JOJO" MILLER x f!READER SUMMARY: You roleplay as cop and sex worker. WARNINGS: I8+, no plot just smut, roleplay, manhandling, handcuffs, bj, unsafe PIV, creampie, fluff. writer chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk. Read alone or see jailbird masterlist for relationship & reader history. NOTES: On hiatus, but this has been in my tumblr drafts since 3/20. Ty for the ask. They've both served time. This happens while Joel's aunt/your former cellmate is still locked up. Ty again to everyone who made me write cellmate's nephew (history) 💀. Divider by @saradika-graphics. @toxicfics for notifications.

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You sit on Joel’s bed alone, wearing a short skirt, a lace bra, and fishnet stockings he already ripped wide open the last time you wore them. You finish lacing up your boots, tuck a wad of cash into your bra, and get a tictac mint from your purse. Then you put on the bag and close the bedroom door behind you as you leave. 

As you walk into the living room, the front door opens. You realize you’re holding your breath and feel silly. Your heart skips a beat when he steps through the door. 

He pauses long enough for you to take in his whole form. . .tattooed arms swelling out from the sleeves of his slutty, blue uniform. Your eyes fall to his crotch as he turns to face you. The tight polyester pants leave little to the imagination. The whole, massive outline is visible atop his thigh, straining the fabric. He smooths his mustache and tilts his head, checking you out. Then he keeps a straight face as he steps toward you and says,

“‘S’cuse me, miss. Can I see some ID?”

Your heart flutters. You’ve played the part so many times. Played lots of parts. You're used to being who the client needs. But here you are with a little stage fright in front of your boo. And Jesus Christ, there’s something about his prison tattoos bursting out of that uniform. 

You stand still in the middle of the room and he slowly paces around you. A few feet away, but close enough to smell the cigarette he must have enjoyed outside and the cologne he reserves for date nights. The sight and smell of him makes you tingle. His touch might make you physically swoon. He clears his throat, and your face heats up. You lock eyes with him, and there’s a sparkle in his gaze, but he manages to hold firm, not breaking. 

“I, um – I have it somewhere.” You rifle through your bag.

“What’s that in your brassiere, ma’am?” He takes a baton off his hip and gestures to your bra cup. Your chest is lightly dusted in a caramel flavored shimmer powder.  

“Oh,” you stammer, looking away.  “I dunno why I put this here when I have a purse,” you mutter, half out of character.

“Just what I was thinkin’,” he cocks an eyebrow at you. He begins to stalk around you again, getting a little closer with each step, closing in on you. Then, he holsters his baton and stands behind your back, close enough to feel his body heat. You turn your face to the side and his scent wraps around you. 

His hardness lightly grazes you, and you push your ass back instinctively. His left hand comes to your hip as his right hand snakes around your torso.  His voice is deep and gruff.

“I’m thinkin’ this is dirty money.”

He trails his fingers slowly up your sternum, then over the curve of your left breast to your black push-up bra. You watch the faded barbed wire flex on his hand as he slides two fingers into the bra cup, retrieving the cash. He lowers his volume and his lips brush the shell of our ear. “Real dirty, honey.” 

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, getting into a better rhythm. 

“Lemme take this off your hands,” he offers and lifts the strap of your purse off your shoulder. He stuffs the cash in it and tosses the purse to Mabel’s easychair. The tictacs rattle as it lands. He returns behind you, and this time, both hands go to your hips.

“I’m thinkin’ we can work somethin’ out,” he murmurs. His hands meander up your sides, then back down. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back against him, lightly grinding his hard length against your skirt, making you throb. 

“Fuck, Jo,” you whine in a whisper, pushing back on him like you shouldn't be. He exhales what you're pretty sure is a laugh. You can picture his smile. You're not ready to throw in the towel on this scene. You compose yourself and ask, “What are you doing?” You step forward, away from him, then turn around with a glare. 

He slowly rubs his arousal and adjusts himself. Then he puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight. He looks you up and down, slowly shakes his head, and clucks his tongue.  

“Y’know, I didn’t wanna have to do this.”  He reaches behind his back for his cuffs, and you head for the door. 

He grabs you by the arm, and you continue to pull away. 

“No,” you protest emptily, tingling at the thought of him getting rougher.

He wraps a strong arm around you and you keep squirming. He lets you pull away toward the door until you’re up against it. He presses his weight against you with a forearm on your upper back and warns, “Resisting arrest?” 

He wrangles your arms behind your back, and the cold metal edge makes you shiver as your first wrist is cuffed. The second cuff clicks into place and he tightens them. Your cuffed hands desperately feel around the front of his pants, and he shifts his hips to help you find what you're looking for. You softly moan when your palm meets the hard length in his pants. 

“So now ya wanna be good,” he taunts, then lets out a barely audible grunt, pressing his hips forward, arousal swelling against your palm.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, officer.” He takes your hands and puts them on your mid back, and you keep them there. He yanks the whole skirt up over your ass in one go, watching your ass drop, fishnet diamonds stretched over it. His hips push forward and his hardness makes you throb. 

“Spread’em,” he commands. 

You widen your stance. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then wedges a hand between you and the door. Your palms rest on his tummy as he shoves his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are through the pre-ruined fishnets. 

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” he growls, then cruelly takes his hand away without so much as putting half a finger in you. 

He grabs you by one arm and pulls you over to the sofa. “Knees,” he murmurs, and helps you down onto the carpet. He pats your head then sits down on the sofa with a sigh, manspreading. He splays his arms out on the back of the couch and looks at you affectionately for a moment before his face hardens again. He takes off his fake utility belt in a hurry. 

“Got five minutes to convince me not to take ya in,” he warns, "If ya can handle it." He lifts his hips, giving you a rush of arousal. He pulls at his uniform pants, and they snap open at the side. This must have been quite a hit all those years ago on stage. For you, he's not wearing anything under them. You glance at his hip tattoo. Yeah.

He frees his massive cock and wraps his hand around the clean shaven base. He squeezes it as he looks at you darkly. "Such a bad girl." He scoots toward the edge of the sofa. Your hands are still handcuffed behind your back, skirt still sitting up above your ass.

You lean forward, dip your head, and he feeds you his cock. You slurp the fat head into your mouth and he sighs, watching you with a softening scowl. "Fuck yeah," he breathes. His knees bracket you and help you balance with no use of your hands as you bob your head. He moans as you suck him. You stretch your jaw, sucking at the smooth, salty tip, then take a few inches into your mouth and hold it, feeling him throb. "God damn," he curses softly. You suck with the back of your throat and carefully take as much as you can, expertly swallowing his length. You take him so deep that your lips brush his shaved pubic skin, and your eyes prickle with tears.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Get up here.” 

You slowly let his cock out of your mouth, and a string of slobber falls away with it.

He grabs your arms and helps you stand. He could stand to be rougher about it. But he's all but abandoning character, overtaken by the way you make him feel. The real you.

He helps you balance as you kneel onto the sofa, straddling him with your thighs spread wide. His breaths are heavy and getting heavier as he eyes your tits and the front closure of your bra. 

He sits up straight. He wraps an arm around you and interlaces his fingers with one of your cuffed hands. "Doin' so good, baby." With his other hand, he swiftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, and the cups break apart, letting your tits fall out.  He takes a nipple into his mouth, then passionately licks and kisses his way up to your mouth. He palms one breast as he sucks the other and holds your hand behind your back. He pulls you right against him so your clit presses against his warm, hard cock and it makes him moan against your breast as he throbs against you.

He moves you, grinding his cock on your clit. He kisses your breast again, then drags his nose up your chest and feverishy kisses you everywhere on his way to your neck, where he sucks you long and slow. He lets go of your hand and slides his hand down, reaching under your ass to your cunt, where he slides his fingers through your slick then spreads you open for him.

He maneuvers you up to get clearance for his cock. He runs the tip through your slick, then massages your clit with it before notching at your entrance. You twitch at the contact, then begin to sink onto him and he pulls you down with a grunt.

"That's my girl," he breathes.

His lips find yours, and the kiss is long and slow with him seated fully inside you. He moves you on his cock, and his hips roll under you at a slow rhythm, stretching you with his girth, making you twitch already. You break the kiss with a moan.

You look down between your bodies, then purr, “is it hot in here, officer?” 

“God you're fuckin’ hot,” he gushes with urgency.  He reaches in his shirt pocket for the key to the handcuffs and wraps his arms around you. His cock twitches and he fumbles around as he uncuffs you. You rip open his snap button uniform top, then cradle his face and your lips smash back together and his tongue finds yours. He pulls you close. Your tits press into his chest and you moan into his mouth as you roll your hips.

You sigh and curse and moan against each other's mouths as you ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I coulda came soon as ya—fuck–the way you were clawin’ around for my cock just to feel it—ohhhh.”

He playfully plucks at the fishnets then kneads your ass as you fuck. He lets you take the lead, sliding his hands down to your legs, then your boots. He sighs, "Ohh, baby," as you ride him.

“Yeah,” you breathe, feeling sharply on the edge already, with his cock inside you and the ghost of it pressed up against you through those pants. 

“Ohh, fuck,” he pants, “yeah.” His flesh fills yours so perfectly, stretching you around him. Your body wetly hugs his length as he smoothly thrusts up into you. He growls into your neck, “I can't get enough’a ya.” You card your fingers through his hair. 

“God you feel good,” you gush. “So fucking good. He’s kissing your neck wet and sloppy now. You both breathe audibly. "God, I love this cock," you pant. Your breath is shallow with your pending peak. You grind against him, then let it overtake you. “Fuck,” you breathe as your walls flutter around him. 

He groans as you come on his cock.  As you finish your peak, he’s clearly holding back. You look down at his inked torso glistening. 

You both watch where your bodies meet, and you tell him, “i want you to come.”

“c'mere” he takes your jaw in one hand, and brings your lips back to his. He holds you tight, kissing you for a few thrusts, then his lips fall apart to moan and breathe vocally as he fucks you.

He pulses inside, pinching his eyes shut. He groans into your cheek, and you finger his curls as he pumps you full. Then you relax into his arms.

-

You share a long moment without words, and he holds your head. Then he uses his chest to push you slightly off him. He looks you in the eyes, then does a double take down to your tits and dips his head to kiss one before returning his attention to your face. 

You're still on his cock, and the stretch persists even as he slowly softens.

He looks back and forth between your eyes and blurts out, “you should move in.” 

You laugh in shock. 

“‘m’serious, baby,” he says with a smile. You bite away another laugh and his smile fades. He whispers, “Dead serious.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, then breaks away to await your answer. 

You haven't thought about it, really. Not yet, anyway. But it doesn't feel out of the question. You glance over to Mabel’s chair. 

“She knows,” he assures you. It doesn't make a difference right now, but you pray she'll get paroled sooner rather than later. 

“Just think about it,” he offers. 

You nod and bite your lip, running your hand through his hair affectionately, still plugged by his cock. "Tempting," you smile.

“I'm a lucky man either way,” he says.

Your face heats up, and you reflexively lighten the conversation. “Why’d ya cuff me if ya wanted me on top,” you laugh.

“Hell if I know what I want,” he admits. He kisses your neck then murmurs, “Just want ya every which way all the time.”

thank you for reading, and thank you for your support. love you guys <333. my tag list is gone for real this time, sorry. I'm also on a break from writing & reading but had this in my drafts.

[fallenbratfiction]

daydream in blue ~ joel miller x f! reader

Just two strangers at a motel on a one-night stand.

my masterlist faq

A/N: I found this sitting in my drafts so I decided to give it a go. I'm not usually a fan of one-night stands but something called me to do so. I wanted to make it spicier but I didn't have a lot of time.

warnings: strangers, no strings attached, age gap (reader in her 20s), wet humping (would be dry but since they're in the water), p in v, fingering, can't think of any other warning but if you feel something's missing let me know!

minors dni. i am not responsible for what you choose to consume.

do not copy, translate or claim any of my work as your own.

A roadside nowhere motel, the kind with flickering vacancy signs and a pool that glows too blue against the night. It’s the kind of place you only stop at when you’re running from something—or just passing through, hoping no one notices.

It’s late. Past midnight. The highway hums like a memory in the distance.

You couldn’t sleep. So you slipped out of your room in an old tee and a bikini you’d thrown in your bag last-minute.

The sky above was black velvet, buzzing with distant highway sounds and the low hum of some old ice machine that hadn’t worked properly since the '80s.

The pool shimmered like a mirage — neon blue, chemical stillness under a flickering overhead light.

And there he was.

Him.

Already in the water.

Laid back on one of those worn, motel-issue floaties, the kind that deflated at the corners. Shirtless, broad chest glinting faintly in the pool light, a half-melted drink sweating in his hand. His other arm hung lazily over the side, fingers skimming the surface.

He looked like trouble. The kind you could taste on your tongue if you got too close.

He saw you. Didn’t move.

Just tilted his head the slightest bit and said, voice low, rough from drinking.

“Couldn’t sleep either, huh?”

You didn’t answer. Just walked closer, letting your eyes trail slow over the scene. The heat. The way the water moved with him. The way his gaze slid over you, once, slow and unbothered.

“You gonna stare,” he added, sipping from his glass, “or you comin’ in?”

You blinked once, slow, eyes trailing across his bare chest, the floatie rocking just slightly under his weight. The beer bottle in his hand when he brought it back to rest against his chest.

“My mom told me not to get in the pool with strangers,” you said, lips quirking.

He let out a low, rough laugh — deep in his chest, like it surprised him a little.

“Yeah?” he said, shifting slightly in the water. “She told you what to do when they’re already in the pool?”

You stepped down one more rung, water sliding up to your thighs.

“She skipped that part.”

He tilted his head, eyes cutting across to meet yours under the haze of heat and neon.

“Guess you’re gonna have to figure it out on your own, then.”

You let that hang. One beat. Two.

Then you dropped in.

The water closed around you with a soft splash, and when you came up, his eyes were waiting.

Still watching.

You leaned back against the pool wall, hands bracing behind you, water lapping soft at your shoulders. The light buzzed overhead, catching just enough of him as he drifted lazily closer — not swimming, not pushing. Just letting the current bring him to you.

He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at you.

You met his stare head-on. No smile now, not quite.

Just that quiet pull — two strangers, no names, no history, nothing but chlorine and heat between them.

“You from around here?” he asked finally, voice low, still half-lazy like he hadn’t quite decided to care yet.

You shook your head.

“Just passing through.”

“On your own?”

That one came slower. Not nosy — curious. Like he was trying to figure out what kind of woman steps into a pool at midnight with a man like him floating in the center of it.

“Yeah,” you said. “You?”

He made a sound in his throat — somewhere between a laugh and a grunt.

“Mmm. Somethin’ like that.”

You raised a brow.

“That vague on purpose?”

He let himself drift a little closer, the floatie nudging gently in your direction now, water sloshing between you both. He sipped from his drink, eyes not leaving yours.

“Maybe I like keepin’ things quiet.”

“Maybe I don’t mind that.”

The air hung thick between you, not just with heat but with possibility. Questions not asked. Names not offered. And still, neither of you broke eye contact.

“What brings you here?” he asked finally.

You smiled, slow, almost sleepy.

“Bad timing. Empty tank. Cheap room.”

He gave a single nod like that explained everything.

“That’ll do it.”

And then he let the silence sit again. Like he was waiting to see if you’d ask him back.

You did.

“And you?”

He looked at you a moment longer. That still, unreadable Joel look.

Then he said, simple:

“Needed to disappear for a bit.”

You didn’t ask from what.

You just nodded, like you understood.

Because maybe you needed that as well.

The silence stretched, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt… heavy in a good way. Warm. Electric in the space between your bodies.

He took another sip, eyes still on you.

Then, with a small tilt of his head and the faintest glint in his eye, he said.

“I’d offer you somethin’ to drink… but I don’t know if you were also taught not to take drinks from strangers.”

That pulled a real smile from you — crooked, lips pressing together to fight it.

“Yeah, I think that one was on the list too.”

He held your gaze for a moment longer. Then, without breaking it, he reached out across the water and offered you his bottle — loose grip, label peeled halfway from the condensation.

“Guess you’ll have to decide if I’m that kind of stranger.”

Your fingers brushed as you took it, cool glass meeting warmer hands.

“Reckless of you,” you said, lifting the bottle to your lips, eyes still locked on his. “What if I’m the dangerous one?”

Joel smiled — not big, not boyish. Just that low, knowing kind of smile.

“I’m countin’ on it.”

He shifted on the float, letting the beer drift in your hand while he leaned forward like he was gonna slide off with ease. Smooth. Effortless.

Except it wasn’t.

His foot slipped. The float bucked sideways. One arm flailed for a second before he caught himself on the edge of the pool with a loud splash and an audible grunt.

You gasped — then snorted, laughter bubbling up before you could stop it. You slapped your hand over your mouth, eyes wide.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, half-laughing, half-trying not to wake the entire motel.

Joel stood now, water streaming off his chest, hair slicked back, that unimpressed expression stamped all over his face.

You were still cackling, shoulders shaking.

“Not my finest move,” he muttered, finally closing the space between you, “but I assume we can move past that float moment.”

You bit your lip, still giggling.

His hands found your waist. Firm. Warm. Still dripping.

Yours rested against his chest automatically, the solid weight of him grounding you, pulling everything right back to this.

His mouth hovered close to yours — not touching. Not yet.

“Still think I’m the dangerous one?” you whispered.

Joel smiled. Just once.

“Yeah,” he said, “but I think I like it.”

His hands stayed on your waist, rough fingertips against your bare, slick skin. You could feel every ridge of muscle under your palms, the rise and fall of his chest — slower now, like he was trying to hold himself back.

Your laughter had faded, but the smile lingered. Eyes locked on his. Too long. Too deep.

That’s when he said it.

“You keep starin’ at me like that, baby…” His voice dropped lower than it had all night. Rough. Southern. The kind of warning that didn’t sound like one at all. “…and I’m gonna forget we’re in public.”

Your breath caught — barely — but he felt it.

And he didn’t move. Didn’t close the space.

Just waited.

Testing you.

Daring you.

The beer bottle floated somewhere behind you now, forgotten. All you could feel was the water between your legs and the way his thumbs were brushing slow circles on your hips.

He kissed you hard — no hesitation.

The water rippled around you. The wall pressed into your back.

Your legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, knees hooking behind his back. Weightless in the water — but he held you like you weren’t. Like you meant something heavy. His hands slid lower, gripping the underside of your thighs, pulling you flush against him.

And you felt it.

That hard, unmistakable pressure between your bodies. The kind of heat that made your stomach twist and your breath catch. Joel tilted his head, mouth brushing your jaw, your cheek, just barely.

“Jesus,” he murmured against your skin. “You’re not makin’ this easy.”

You shifted against him — hips slow, teasing, dangerous. Just enough to make him curse under his breath.

His grip tightened.

“I think,” he said, voice dragging like gravel soaked in honey, “we better take this upstairs.”

A pause — lips at your ear, that dangerous little smile back.

“To one of our rooms.”

You didn’t answer him right away. Just let the words hang there — our rooms — like a dare.

Your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers threading into his wet hair, and you tilted your head back just enough to look him in the eyes. Still smiling. Still teasing.

“And which one’s yours?”

Joel’s jaw flexed, that tick in his cheek flaring for half a second.

“The one right next to yours, if you’re smart about it.”

You hummed, lips brushing his again — soft, taunting.

“Guess I’m gonna need help getting there…”

You rolled your hips, just once, under the water.

He let out a sharp breath through his nose — a warning or a surrender, you couldn’t tell — and pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“You said that already.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, “but now I feel it.”

And he kissed you again — slower this time, deeper, tongue sweeping over yours like he was already thinking about everything else he wanted to do with it.

By the time he pulled back, you were both breathing heavy, lips wet and swollen, water clinging to every inch of your skin.

“Come on,” he said roughly, hands sliding down to lift you a little as he backed toward the pool steps. “Before I fuckin’ lose it and take you right here.”

You grinned against his neck.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“That’s me bein’ polite.”

The second the door shut, his hands were back on you — grabbing your waist, pinning you to the wall so fast your breath hitched in your throat.

Your back hit the cold plaster with a thud, and he leaned in, one palm braced beside your head, the other sliding under the hem of your shirt.

His mouth was at your ear.

“Now,” he murmured, breath hot and wrecked, “where were we?”

You barely managed a smile before his mouth was back on yours, hard and hungry — like he’d held back just long enough, and now he was making up for every second.

You kissed him back just as hard, fingers gripping the front of his shirt, pulling him closer until you could feel every inch of him through the wet denim.

“Bed,” you breathed, between kisses. “Now.”

He chuckled, dark and low in your ear.

And then he scooped you up without warning — strong arms under your thighs, back of your head brushing the doorframe as he carried you across the room and dropped you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

You bounced once. Then looked up at him.

He kissed you until your lips were raw, your fingers curled tight in his wet shirt like you were hanging on for dear life.

And then he pulled back — just enough to look at you.

His eyes raked down your body like he couldn’t decide where to start, couldn’t choose between touching you or tasting you. You felt it everywhere — the weight of his gaze, the heat of it. Like hands before he even touched you.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “Already are.”

Then his mouth was on your chest, teeth scraping over sensitive skin, one hand sliding between your thighs — and you arched into him with a soft gasp.

“There,” you whispered, voice shaky, breathless. “Joel—”

He looked up at you. Just once. And then his fingers pressed where you needed them.

You shuddered — head falling back, legs tensing around his hips. He swallowed your moan with another kiss, slow and deep, like he wanted to taste every sound you made.

It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t soft.

It was desperate. Clothes still half-on. His jeans barely shoved down far enough, yours long forgotten on the floor.

When he finally pushed into you — with one slow, thick stroke — your whole body arched off the bed. And his name left your mouth like it was the only one you’d ever known.

He didn’t hold back. Didn’t go slow.

He fucked you like he meant it. Like he’d been thinking about it since the second you showed up by the pool. Every thrust a promise. Every sound you made a reward.

The bed creaked beneath you. The headboard thumped the wall. You couldn’t even be embarrassed — not with how good it felt, not with the way he growled every time you pulled him deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, panting against your skin. “You feel so good—so fuckin’ good—”

You were close. He felt it. One hand slipping between you, thumb circling just right, just enough—

And when you came, it wasn’t quiet. It was shattering. Your nails raked down his back, your voice cracked, and Joel cursed low in your ear, chasing his own release until he fell with a groan, burying his face in your neck.

Silence followed. Heavy. Warm. Only your breaths and the sound of your pulse in your ears.

He didn’t move for a while. Just held you, pressed so close you didn’t know where you ended and he began.

You woke slowly. Sheets tangled around your legs, pillow too warm beneath your cheek. The motel room was quiet — too quiet — and for a second, you weren’t sure where you were. Or what had happened.

Your body ached in places that didn’t feel like sleep. Your skin still tingled, flushed in that afterglow that felt too vivid for a dream.

Was it?

You sat up, the room spinning just a little as you dragged the blanket around yourself. The bed beside you was empty. No clothes scattered on the floor. No boots by the door. No sign of him.

Like it never happened at all.

You almost laughed — bitter and low in your throat — the kind of sound that comes out when you know you’re about to say well, that’s what I get. You swung your legs over the bed, reaching for your phone on the nightstand—

And that’s when you saw it.

A scrap of paper. Torn from the motel’s writing pad. — tucked under your phone — his handwriting is messy but clear.

“Didn’t wanna wake you. You looked too damn peaceful. Room next door, if you’re still around. — J”

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[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!!

Last Kiss lyrics

I still remember the look on your face

Lit through the darkness at 1:58

The words that you whispered for just us to know

You told me you loved me, so why did you go away?

Away

I do recall now, the smell of the rain

Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane

That July ninth, the beat of your heart

It jumps through your shirt, I can still feel your arms

But now I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All that I know is I don't know

How to be something you miss

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

I never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

I do remember the swing of your step

The life of the party, you're showing off again

And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in

I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father

I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets

How you kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something

There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

And I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All that I know is I don't know

How to be something you miss

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

I never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips, mm-hmm

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep

And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are

Hope it's nice where you are

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day

And something reminds you you wish you had stayed

You can plan for a change in the weather and time

But I never planned on you changing your mind

So, I'll go

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes

All that I know is I don't know

How to be something you miss

I never thought we'd have a last kiss

I never imagined we'd end like this

Your name, forever the name on my lips

Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips

Forever the name on my lips

Just like our last

🫶🫶🫶

I Can See You lyrics

Uh-uh, uh, uh

You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh, oh, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

I can see you in your suit and your necktie

Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"

Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell, yeah

And I could see you being my addiction

You can see me as a secret mission

Hide away and I will start behaving myself

Uh-uh, uh, uh

Oh-oh, oh, oh

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you, oh, I can see you

Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

I see you

(Uh-uh, uh, uh) I see you, I see you, baby

Oh, baby

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

If you’d like to send in interpretations or propaganda for a specific song you can send them to my inbox! All interpretations are welcome and let’s be open and kind in response to all interpretations <3

[elle-p]

Persona 3 FES all school NPC dialogue not in https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/ps2/932312-shin-megami-tensei-persona-3/faqs/50852 ripped from the US version of FES with Persona Editor.

Since these are ripped from the files, you can only tell who's saying what by the names at the top and guessing by seeing the used lines around it. Thus, there's some dialogue without a name attached. You also can't tell the date it was said.

For some reason, all the ns files have '> Your Charm seems to have increased! > Your Charm went from "{F2 03 01 01}" to "{F2 03 02 01}"!' in them (not the ones with 汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?)

(4/7)Aw, man… My classroom is on the other side of the school…

[nm006_001](School Lobby)

(4/7)Oh, I'm so happy! All my friends are in my class this year!

Female Student: …… …… ……

[ns006_001](School Lobby)

Vendor: Ah, welcome.

Female Student: …… Ah… Uh…

Female Student: Ungh… Ah… …… Ahh…

Female Student: Uaaaghhh… Ohhh… ……

Female Student: Uughh… Uaagh… Ahh… Ahh…

Female Student: Ahh… Uhh… Unh…

Female Student: …… …… Uaaah… Aaaah…

Female Student: …… Uh… Ugghhh… ……

Female Student: Ugh… Ugh… Uuuuughh… Ugh…

Female Student: Uaaggh… Aaahh… …… …Auu…

Female Student: This is the dialogue for Female Student.

[nm006_002](School Gate)

Male Student: This is the dialogue for Male Student.

Female Student(7/1): You know Akihiko-senpai? So, you wanna be friends with the big man on campus, huh?

Girlfriend: I'm waiting for my boyfriend… I heard from my friend that there's this freaky website that's really taking off… I'm gonna ask my boyfriend about it, cause he's good with computers.

Girlfriend: I'm waiting for my boyfriend… We're going to go to the shrine. It's so peaceful there.

Curious Student: You know how every school has at least one mystery that no one can solve? Obviously, this school has its share… Like the sculpture in the Art Room that moves by itself! …It sounded cooler in my mind…

Curious Student: Have you heard that crazy rumor that's going around online? You can get revenge on someone just by signing up at a website.

Curious Student: That revenge request website might be real, y'know. I know some guys personally who signed up… Okay, so it was their sister… 's cousin…

Curious Student: Hey, did you know there's an observatory somewhere on campus? Rumor has it there is one, anyway… But I've never seen anything.

Curious Student: I looked into the mysterious observatory, and I found something weird. No one here has ever been near it. Not only that, no one knows how to get there! Though that's probably because no one would ever be caught dead in an observatory…

Curious Student: I've been investigating that observatory some more… Guess what? No one has even HEARD of anyone going inside. Plus, there's no trace of it ever being used for a school report or anything. Although if no one went inside, that would have to follow…

Curious Student: I'll be a senior soon, which means I'll be studying for exams every single day. But that doesn't mean I'm giving up the hunt for mysterious stuff like that observatory. I have a very inquiring mind, you know. That's what makes me so interesting to talk to.

[ns006_002](School Gate)

Curious Student: Hey, have you heard about the ghost in the Home Ec room?

{"Yeah, I did."}

Curious Student: I'm impressed. You know this school pretty well.

{"No…!"}

Curious Student: I heard there's a ghost in there, man. The sewing machine will be on, but no one's inside… Or you'll hear weird voices coming from in there…

Male Student: I saw a girl in gothic lolita getup in front of the station… Man, she was so cute, I had to go up and ask her out! I said, "Hey, wanna catch a movie or somethin'?" But she didn't even move, except for breathing! She didn't even bother looking my way… My ego still hasn't recovered…

[nm006_003](Class 2-F)

Male Student: I hear that some of the athletic teams are recruiting new members… …Just the Track Team, Kendo Team, and Swim Team, though. The others are full. If you're interested in joining, why don't you go check it out? Go down the stairs to the right and eventually you'll find it.

Male Student: Dude, why did the cultural festival hafta be canceled…? It was the perfect opportunity for me to hit on some fresh meat… Now, all my awesome pick up lines will go to waste.

Male Student: Dude, I was invited into that cult thing again… I wonder who's in charge of that mess? I bet he's a chick magnet…

Fat Student: Being on a diet sucks. Maybe you didn't notice, but I look different than I used to.

Fat Student: It must suck being unconscious… I mean, you don't even know if you'll wake up or not.

Junpei(MAY): So, all this time, there was a Persona-user in the class next door, huh? Dude, we've been missing out… What if she's cute!?

Junpei(SEP): Dude, do you think it's okay for a robot to be here? Don't get me wrong… It'll make class more interesting. But, what are we gonna do if someone finds out? Man, I don't know about this…

Junpei(NOV): I hate going back to the dorm at a time like this… sigh I wonder what's gonna happen…

Junpei(DEC): Man, I don't have a good feeling about today… sigh I wonder what's gonna happen…

Junpei(MAR): Dude, she was checking us out… How could I have missed someone so cute? What have I been doing with my time?

Junpei(MAR): Hey, have you noticed? Those freaks with Apathy Syndrome aren't around anymore… Just a little while ago, they were everywhere. Weird, huh…?

Aigis(SEP): Please do not fear. You and I will be together all the time now, Main-san.

She is still far from passing as human… It seems she is unable to understand ordinary feelings and conversation at the moment… If she were able to do that, you may be able to create a bond with her.(All of Aigis' September dialogue has this added on the end)

Female Student: I was happy with my score. All that studying I did during summer vacation paid off.

Junpei(MAR): Lotta stuff's happened this past year… I don't remember what exactly, but it was big, I know that. But… if it was that big, shouldn't I remember it a little better? Aw man, it's making my head spin… I'm confusing myself! What the hell did we do this year?

[ns006_003](Class 2-F)

Male Student: Hey, you know how popular Yukari is, right?

{"She's popular?"}

{"I had no idea."}

Male Student: Dude, how could you not know that? You two live in the same dorm! If you don't use that to your advantage, you might regret it later.

Aigis(MAR): ……

Junpei(MARCH): 'Sup, dude? Let's go to Hagakure! I haven't had the special in a while.

{"Can you spot me?"}

Junpei: Wha…? Hey, I don't have any money! I'm just a high school kid. C'mon, we're friends, right? Two buddies with a dream of being heroes someday? Yeah… those were good times.

{"Nah, not today."}

Junpei: Aww, don't be such a wet blanket! C'mon, we're friends, right? Two buddies with a dream of being heroes someday? Yeah… those were good times.

Junpei: …Well, forget that for now. Guess what? Toriumi-sensei called me to her office again… She asked me what my plans were from April onward… Shyeah, like I have any! I was grinning, but I got one hell of a lecture for it… Why's she so damn serious about it? Kenji said she doesn't even calm down for cake anymore! Damn, dude…

Junpei: Oh hey, I heard from Kenji that the new teachers coming in April are all women. He was so excited, it hurt to look at him. Not that I care… I already got someone… Wait… …… …… I did have someone, right… …… }H-Hey! I'm not kidding. Why would I make up something that depressing!? I just… wanted to say that I… had someone important before… …… How could I forget something that important? Something I know I'm not supposed to forget… …… Sorry man… I'm gonna pass on the ramen.

Junpei: There's something… I can't remember… …… Ah, I give up. But I feel like it's something I really gotta remember…

Aigis has a sad look on her face and is strangely quiet.

Aigis(MAR): ……

The girl has a sad look on her face and is strangely quiet.

Complaining Girl: Well, there's that revenge website, but… It sounds like just a rumor to me.

[nm006_004](2F Hallway)

(Weirdly, the people talking in this file are 'Female Student', 'Female Students', 'Female', and '骸稲吋(鰍)'.)

Complaining Girl: Hey, I saw this girl last time, in front of the station… She was wearing a frilly white dress! It was like a "white goth"! Isn't it getting hot to be wearing those kinds of clothes…? She must be seriously devoted to her look. There's no way I could pull that off in this kind of weather…

Complaining Girl: My parents seem really depressed… We got in an argument about my future, and I think I said too much. I'm afraid they'll up and join that cult thing…

Female Student(4/24): I don't know why, but I'm worried…

(This dialogue is by the 2 Female Students is 2F Hallway.)

Female Student(4/21): I don't know why, but I'm worried…

Female Student(5/2): I don't know why, but I'm worried…

Female Student(5/13): I don't know why, but I'm worried…

Female Student(5/28): He's so stoic…

Female Student(5/30): I wonder why… It's scary.

Female Student: They said a girl in classroom C fainted too… Apathy Syndrome again, right? Phew… I'm glad it wasn't someone in my class…

Female Student: I told you! She just happened to faint in front of the gate!

Female Student: I wonder why… It's really scary…

Female Student(6/27): I wonder why… It's scary…

Female Student: My friend said that the guy who disappeared from the town nearby… He might be a victim of that revenge website!

Female Student: Revenge website!? What is that? Is it scary?

Female Student(7/8): Yeah… It must be just a rumor…

Female Student(9/3): I wonder why… I don't like it…

Female Student(9/16): I wonder why… It's so mysterious…

Female Student(9/24): I wonder why… It's so unfair…

Female Student(10/5): Yeah… It's scary…

Female Student(10/20): I wonder why… That's so weird…

Female Student(11/6): Yeah… It's suspicious…

Female Student(11/9): Yeah… He's so bourgeois…

Female Student(11/30): Yeah… That sucks…

Female Student(12/21): I wonder why… It's mysterious…

Female Student(1/8): I wonder why… It's so scary…

Female Student(1/23): Yeah… We've always been like this…

Female Student(3/3): Yeah… We better study…

Mitsuru Admirer: I was walking around the other day, and this weird guy walked up to me… He didn't wear a shirt, and he had weird tattoos… I tried to look away, but… I accidentally looked right into his eyes! They were the coldest eyes I'd ever seen… and then he smiled at me! God, even thinking about it gives me shivers all down my back…! If only it had been Mitsuru-senpai! I would have fainted on the spot!

Female Student: … … …(8 different conversations with just this in)

Female Student(4/27): … … …

Female Student(5/26): … … …

Female Student(6/24): … … …

Female Student(7/18): … … …

Female Student(9/1): … … …

Female Student(9/24): … … …

Female Student(10/20): … … …

Female Student(11/5): … … …

[ns006_004](2F Hallway)

Complaining Girl: I heard from a friend online about this freaky site that's really taking off. She said it's about revenge or something.

(6/3, 2F Hallway. Female Student's lines are used)

Female Student: Y-You know how horror stories are popular now? I-I'm too afraidto listen to them…

Male Student: S-Stop… I don't want to hear any of that stuff!

Female Student: …If you're the last one left in the school buildings, you'll hear a creepy PA announcement… A sobbing grandmother's voice can be heard from the speakers… And if you don't leave the school within 42 seconds… They'll find your corpse covered in bright red blood!

Male Student: Hey… If that story were true… Wouldn't someone have to die every day? I mean, someone's got to be the last one left, right?

That's so creepy… I'm scared…

Yeah, it's still scary.

…… …… ……

(Different day now)

As punishment for ditching class, they're making me clean up the classroom… But no one would know if I ditched the punishment, too.

…… Ah… Uuu…

Uhh… Ahhhh… …… Ah…

Aaaa… Uaaa… ……

Uhh… Uaa… Ahh…

Ahh…

Uuu… Uh…

…… …… Uahhh…

…… Uhh… Uuuuu… ……

Uhh… Uuu… Uuuu… Uh…

Uaa… Ahh… …… Auu…

[nm006_005]

You really have to be careful who you date nowadays… They say love is blind, but… There's no way I could ever date a guy like THAT.

[nm006_006]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_006]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

Male Student: Dialogue of Male Student.

[nm006_007](Office Hall)

Male Teacher: Dialogue of Male Teacher.

Teacher: There's a saying, "You have to learn to walk before you run." That means a student like you who's always trying to do more than he should…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "He who stays in the valley will never see over the hill." That means a student like you who's always focusing on the negative will…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "The weakest dog barks the loudest." That means a student like you who's always trying to impress the other students…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Seeing is believing." That means the incident couldn't have been caused by a ghost because no one saw a ghost…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "The king has donkey ears." That means the things people are saying about me…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Do not cast your pearls before swine." That means someone like you shouldn't be wearing such an expensive watch because…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "To err is human, to forgive divine." That means when I make I mistake…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "No pain, no gain." That means someone like you who's always trying to take the easy way out…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "The pen is mightier than the sword." That means a guy like you who's always trying to solve his problems by violence…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "The hermit thinks the sun shines nowhere but in his cell." That means someone like you who is satisfied living a mediocre life will never…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing." That means someone like you who thinks he knows it all will one day…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Send a thief to catch a thief." That means when you do something, I can…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Fellow sufferers pity one another." That means I used to be a lot like you when I was your age…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Willows do not break but bend under the snow." That means a guy like you who tries to look tough…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Two dogs fight for a bone while the third one runs away with it." That means you have to look at things from the other person's point of view…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Make hay while the sun shines." That means while you're still young, you should…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "The proof of the pudding is in the eating." That means someone who is insincere like you will never…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Artistic accomplishments are a lifelong benefit to their possessor." That means the world needs people who are talented…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Teacher: There's a saying, "Time is money." Now, what that means is that since I've spent the entire year talking to you…

The teacher continues to scold the student…

Male Student: He sounds like he knows what he's saying, doesn't he? Well, listen to this… He bought 1000 pages of writing paper to write a novel, but he gave up after only writing three pages. So, now he uses the paper at school because he doesn't want to waste it. Doesn't he know that the school supplies teachers with paper?

Male Student: He sounds like he knows what he's saying, doesn't he? Well, listen to this… He racked up thousands of dollars in credit card debt trying to impress a woman he was dating. Turns out she was only using him for the money!

Male Student: I just don't agree with that. I mean, I'm not trying to impress anyone… I'm just being myself…

Male Student: He's just saying that to make himself feel better. Instead of scolding me, shouldn't he be trying to figure out what happened?

Male Student: Hey, did you hear that? He thinks he knows what people are saying about him behind his back… But, if he really knew, he'd probably cry himself to sleep every night.

Male Student: Did you hear what he just said!? He doesn't think I should be wearing such an expensive watch! Can you believe that!? I bought this watch with the money I made at my part-time job!

Male Student: Is he talking about the mistakes he made in his last lecture? Ha! The whole lecture was a mistake. I mean, if you could even call it a lecture! laugh

Male Student: Hey, did you hear what he just said? That's absolutely ridiculous! He's a public servant who lives off of the money tax payer's work hard to make. Tch, "No pain, no gain"… What a joke!

Male Student: Hey, did you hear what he just said? A pen won't stop someone who's attacking you, that's for sure. Tch! If I listened to what he said, I'd get killed the moment I stepped outside.

Male Student: Why's he pretending to be so smart? I don't want to hear that I'm wasting my life from someone who lives in his car!

Male Student: Hey, did you hear what he just said? He thinks I'm dangerous. He thinks he knows what I'm going to do? Tch! Not even my dad knows that… I'm not a thief, either!

Male Student: He thinks we're the same!? He pities me!? Ha! Whatever, dude…

Male Student: He's trying to say that I only LOOK tough? Tch! He doesn't know me. Maybe I should punch him in the face and prove him wrong. …Nah, he's not worth the time in detention…

Male Student: He thinks he's so smart! See things from the other person's point of view, huh? How come he never sees things from MY point of view, then!

Male Student: Isn't he embarrassed to say that? I mean, think about what kind of job he has right now. I'm sure he didn't even study when he was my age.

Male Student: I'm so tired of all his preaching. "The proof of the pudding is in the eating." Ha! I'd rather be eating pudding than listen to him preach, that's for sure. sigh Now I'm hungry…

Male Student: What the hell was he just talking about? I agree I'm no Picasso, but… whatever. I mean, he's a horrible teacher and his class is sooo boring. Ugh, I wish I could drop his class.

Male Student: Did you hear what he just said!? I could say the exact same thing to him! I wasted a whole year of my life listening to his idiotic preaching!

(New Male Student now)

Male Student: Last time I was hanging out at the strip mall, I saw a dude with some wild fashion sense. Long, wavy hair, no shirt, and tattoos all up and down his arms. I know it's heating up outside, but he kinda went overboard… But hey, maybe it's cool to let your freak flag fly. If I was more like him, not givin' a rip what people think, I wouldn't have a care in the world.

I'm not feeling too good, but he had to run off for a substitute lesson… Anyway, he never gives me any medicine I ever heard of… If I take it, I might get sick. And if I don't take it, he'll give me this other concoction. Why did I bother coming here…?

(I know this one's used)

I came here cause I'm not feeling too good… I just wanted some cough drops, but he gave me this weird-looking medicine. I wasn't in the mood to gather my courage, so I declined… And he busted out ANOTHER weird medicine that I'd never seen before!

I wonder if Edogawa-sensei will ever give out any normal medicine. Everything he prescribes is abnormal in some way… Hey, don't you think Edogawa-sensei and Ounishi-sensei make a weird pair? They always fight with each other… But for those two, it works. One freaky couple…

[nm006_008]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_008]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_009]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_009]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_010]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_010]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

Female Student: The hallway in front of the Art Room is still kinda dirty… Don't they ever clean up around here? It's like that all over now, with the posters all over town… With all that, plus those scary cultist freaks, I don't feel safe walking around town anymore…

[nm006_011](Clubs Hall)

Would you like to go to Ryoseikan High School?

Female Student: I saw someone putting up those posters the other day… When I think about people trying to recruit me into a cult, I get scared to go into town…

Cell-phone Student: The admin of the site I'm checking out now is highly respected… I dunno why, but I don't really care, either. As long as the site itself is cool, I don't give a flip what kind of admin runs it.

Cell-phone Student: I heard there's a revenge website, but… the URL is top secret, right? I'm trying to figure it out, so I'm looking all over the web on my cell. There's a local BBS that seems like it has a lot of info on the site. But it's all garbage info…

Cell-phone Student: My friend asked me for the URL of the revenge website, but… I don't know it. But even if I did, why would I tell anyone else? I'd just keep it to myself.

[ns006_011](Club Hall)

Would you like to go to Ryoseikan High School?

Female Student: Sorry to ask this so suddenly, but do you like chemistry?

{"Yeah!"}

{"It's all right."}

{"Nope."}

Female Student: Chemistry is such a fun subject. I look forward to every experiment.

Female Student: I see…(idk what dialogue option leads to what)

[nm006_012]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_012]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_013]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_013]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_014]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_014]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_015]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_015]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

Female Student: That persimmon tree is gonna be cut down! What a waste! I soooo wanted to try its fruit…

[ns006_016](Corridor)

Female Student: That tree is a persimmon tree, right!? Do you think it'll bear fruit? I hope so!

Female Student: Some people are boycotting the decision to cut down the tree! I guess they want to try its persimmons… Nah, there must be another reason…

Female Student: I saw an old man pick a persimmon from the tree! It wasn't even ripe!

Female Student(New one): Oh… that drink…! Can I see it? Ooooh… is this the limited-edition drink you can only get in Kyoto? Wow… impressive! I have to say, I love these rare drinks. Have you seen this one? It's only available in the fall. You want some? Well… I can't let you have it for free. I'll need… let's say 5,000 yen, to part with it.

{Buy it}

> You didn't have enough money…

Female Student: You don't have the money? That's not good. You should always carry enough money for rare drink emergencies!Female Student: Wh-What!? Are you really going to pay me 5,000 yen for this!? Wow, you must be a rare drink maniac! Thanks, though! Now I can get my own rare drink! > Obtained {F2 1D 38 11}. Female Student: Hey... Maybe you could help out a fellow rare drink maniac... Do you think if we made those persimmons into a drink, maniacs all over the country would like it?

Female Student: Kansai, huh…? So even if I take the bus, it'll cost around 10,000 yen…? Argh… How many drinks could I get with 10,000 yen? …Yeah? What's up? You like drinks too, huh? But all of yours are normal drinks… That Kansai-only drink is so rare and awesome that everyone wants a sip!

{Don't buy it}

Female Student: I see… I guess you're not a rare drink maniac. sigh(This dialogue is at the end of the file)

She doesn't seem interested in the drinks you can buy here…

Female Student: Kansai, huh…? So even if I take the bus, it'll cost around 10,000 yen…? Argh… How many drinks could I get with 10,000 yen? Rare Kansai drinks… I wonder how they taste…

[nm006_017]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_017]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_018]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_018]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_019]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_019]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_021]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_021]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_022]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_022]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[nm006_023]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[ns006_023]

汚甥凹飲衣に央奥しますか?

[synchronisticism]

(WTF!!?!??! TUMBLR ATE MY POST THATS NOT FAIR DDDD:< Why didn't it save I spent all that time explaining myself for NO reason. Cool TToTT)

OK so to abridge what i said:

Its been 84 years but actually 10

I got banned from here by my dad in 2014. He saw a naked menz on my dash but I'm back now because I'M AN ADULT!!!!!11! And no one can stop me >:3 and also just wanted to remake as a bortday present to myself (twas yesterday) bc I just remembered this place again XP

I saw you can make sticky posts like on Wordpress so I was gonna go make one with the tags I use & FAQ & stuff but updated because......10 years

DANG IS THAT SO HARD?!? Do I need to start saving in drafts b4 posting from now on to be safe?!? e_e

Anyway like I saidz BRB gonna slap somethin together for the new blogue .3.

[darkwood-sleddog]

I absolutely adore your dogs, and think mushing might be one of the coolest sports but I just read ‘24km run’ and am absolutely cracking myself up about the image of 8 year old me (living in rural western queensland and having owned one JRT mix) looking at a malamute in a dog book and going “I’m getting one of those”

We had an Iditarod unit in school when I was like...7 and I was def that kid that looked at the local husky teams and went “I want that”, but alas my parents were Golden Retriever people so I spent summers doing recreational water retrieval and trying to hook our dog up to a razor scooter.

[sundoodle]

i follow the bandori tag and i love when your art shows up, it's adorable and super squishy looking!! dunno if you have any hcs behind how you draw bandori girls or it's just bc you feel like it (both very valid) so i thought i'd ask that too since i'm already sending you an ask

Aww thank you!!!! It always makes me super happy when ppl love my art. <3 <3 squishy squishy turning everyone into dango

and mm sorta depends i guess? for like, body types i usually just go off whatever impression their general lifestyle gives me, so for example, i draw saya and hagumi as p stocky bc they’re both strong/energetic people who work in a specific type of food industry. i draw himari fat out of spite for all the fatshaming bandori does to her. all the drummers are ripped bc drums. yukina is a noodle.

for skin colors there isn’t usually a reason i just don’t like using the same skin tone over and over and over again because it’s really boring aha. saya is light brown bc her dad and brother are and the intersection of colorism and sexism is obnoxious. every other shade variation is just bc ‘why not it’ll probably make someone happy and these colors go pretty together’ and it’s not like japan doesn’t have. dark skinned japanese people or mixed japanese people. 

plus i mostly draw fanart so having different interpretations of characters is the only way i’m ever gonna get good at drawing different types of people. and i am forever spiteful of same-face syndrome wrt women lol

[inanimate-insanity-headcanons]

Asher is secretly as terrifying, ungodly abomination of a creature but she and her babies just take the form of a cat and kittens to not scare anyone, especially nickel, away. Nickel wouldn't get scare tho lmao. She cares for all of the contestants, some less than others.

[solasan]

who made ur blog theme, it looks amazing!

🥺🥺🥺 well i made it anon so thank u thats very sweet of u <3333

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[cantstoptheimagines]

Dating Them Would Include…

Summary — Headcanons for Flora from Winx Club!

Requested by anonymous — hiya I was wondering if I could request a winx club imagine where reader is a witch at cloud tower who’s also really powerful but really nice . And like one day the winx club goes to cloud tower to see griffin and that’s when y/n meets flora and like flirts and is really confident with lots of fluff between them !! and everyone else teasing flora blushing or somethin?

Warnings ➳ Pure fluff!

Notes ➳ Word Count is 203. ➳ Reader is gender neutral (they/them).

FAQ | Masterlist | Fandoms | Requests | Coming Soon | Schedule

you were a very powerful magic-user 

(one for the magic history books!)

you often traveled between alfea, cloud tower, and red fountain 

each head of school adored the knowledge you could share with their students 

you never expected to become so close with flora

she was incredibly talented 

and you were astonished by her powers

everyone noticed the immediate connection between the two of you 

you’d start spending more time at alfea

(just so you could spend even more time with flora)

after months of being friends, you decided to make your move

you showed up with a bundle of flora’s favorite flowers in hand

her eyes sparkled at the sight of you 

obviously she agreed to go out with you

(now let’s get into all that cute dating stuff!!)

strolls through the gardens

(which flora created specifically for, but she’ll never tell you that) 

PICNICS OMG!!!!!!

always say yes to a picnic date, always!!

practicing magic together 

going on adventures

overall just being that overly cute, adorable, sweet couple that can drive other people mad sometimes with how overwhelming the two of you can be

hand holding 

all the time

someone needs to be holding flora’s hand

and that person is you!!!

[ashacadence]

Creators we gotta do somethin

I mean we are trying but this is just sort of a vent post of my overall views as an artist/creative person growing frustrated of how the big popular art sites are literally just going down the drain due to the malicious AI train or just really unclear or super clear problematic content being allowed. I “closed” my furaffinity account but have a active profile in case FA changes its mind. I’m not a furry, the community has been nothing but generous and an amazing source for work and supportive income over the years that I can only praise and give my thumbs up on for where to look for work when times are tough. However the site itself has undergone a recent rule change/clarification that’s seriously so damn hypocritical that they are pretty much on that tipping point of just saying “ANYTHING GOES DRAW WHATEVER!” 

SIGH.

I’m just still lingering on twitter for the most part. I’m considering tumblr, but it’s not really all that...reliable of an art site. 

@/inkblot-app I do have a profile set up on inkblot.art as it’s still new and competing to be the next big art site. I like their rules and faqs and worth to check it out and at least put a presence in there while we are all in this waiting and seeing on where to move next. The thing is sites don’t just magically become popular alone so people need to literally start moving and going to it to make it more active and give it the traffic it needs to be the next platform. I have seen inkblot being more active on my twitter feed than others so I say they are worth it. 

If there’s other sites comment and I’ll consider. I’ve heard of a couple (mastodon i think was one of them, but i haven’t heard much) in the past but my memory is fuzzy on which. I’m mainly looking for at least maybe up to 2-3 max going forward to be active professionally with other recreational funsies sites that I follow some stuff or indulge in like tik tok or here for example. 

[ohdorothea]

This tournament is being run by and for queer fans so please keep that in mind! Homophobes will be blocked on sight <3 More polls here and more info here! Lyrics for the songs and FAQ under the cut!

Mine lyrics

You were in college working part-time waiting tables

Left a small town, and never looked back

I was a flight risk with a fear of falling

Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts

I say, "Can you believe it?"

As we're lying on the couch

The moment I could see it

Yes, yes, I can see it now

Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Flash forward and we're taking on the world together

And there's a drawer of my things at your place

You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded

You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

But we got bills to pay

We got nothing figured out

When it was hard to take

Yes, yes, this is what I thought about

Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?

You put your arm around me for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

Do you remember all the city lights on the water?

You saw me start to believe for the first time

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

And I remember that fight

Two-thirty AM

As everything was slipping right out of our hands

I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the "Goodbye"

'Cause that's all I've ever known

Then you took me by surprise

You said, "I'll never leave you alone."

You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water

And every time I look at you, it's like the first time

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

She is the best thing that's ever been mine."

Hold on, make it last

Hold on, never turn back

(Hold on)

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

(Hold on)

You are the best thing that's ever been mine

(Hold on)

Yeah, yeah

Do you believe it?

(Hold on)

We're gonna make it now

(Hold on)

And I can see it

(Yes, yes)

I can see it now (see it now, see it now)

🫶🫶🫶🫶

I Can See You lyrics

Uh-uh, uh, uh

You brush past me in the hallway

And you don't think I, I, I can see ya, do ya?

I've been watchin' you for ages

And I spend my time tryin' not to feel it

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

And we kept everything professional

But something's changed, it's somethin' I, I like

They keep watchful eyes on us

So it's best that we move fast and keep quiet

You won't believe half the things I see inside my head

Wait 'til you see half the things that haven't happened yet

But what would you do if I went to touch you now?

What would you do if they never found us out?

What would you do if we never made a sound?

'Cause I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh, oh, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you

Uh-uh, uh, uh

I can see you in your suit and your necktie

Passed me a note saying, "Meet me tonight"

Then we kissed and you know I won't ever tell, yeah

And I could see you being my addiction

You can see me as a secret mission

Hide away and I will start behaving myself

Uh-uh, uh, uh

Oh-oh, oh, oh

I can see you waitin' down the hall from me

And I could see you up against the wall with me

And what would you do? Baby, if you only knew, oh

That I could see you throw your jacket on the floor

I could see you, make me want you even more

What would you do? Baby, if you only knew

That I can see you, oh, I can see you

Oh, I see you, I see you, baby

I see you

(Uh-uh, uh, uh) I see you, I see you, baby

Oh, baby

🫶🫶🫶

The question is which song is queerer to you! Queerer can mean whatever you want it to mean; you might consider a song queer because you think it was written that way, or because of Swiftian lore. It might be queer to you because of how you relate it to your own life. Maybe you think from a purely literary standpoint the lyrics have queer themes; maybe you're just thinking about vibes!!!

[skepticbeliever-bookclub]

Hullo hullo, shippers & readers!

Ever wonder about the fics that don’t make it through the final round of voting for the bi-weekly read in the book club? You’re in luck! The book club is structured so that we solicit nominations from our members, either based on a theme or a trope or simply a request for their favorites, and develop a list of ten nominations, which are then narrowed down to a top three. The top three fics end up in our weekend vote and the winner of that vote becomes our book club fic for that week. After taking an arduous foray into a multichapter read that took us on a quiet and careful journey into the prolific prose of one of this fandom's authors, we thought it only fitting to get back on the train with a fic that had been written in the last six months. So while we had a huge catalogue to choose from, we found our one. HOWEVER, the other two to reach our Final Three Poll really would have been a treat all the same. if we've got any surprises for each other - denimwrapped | G, 4.5k, Complete

He thinks it was early in the summer, when they stared deep into each other’s eyes on a long and grueling night, that he fell in love with Shane a little bit. Or maybe it was already there, or always there, and it was just that moment that Ryan suddenly became conscious of it. When he realized that whatever happened, he wanted Shane right there with him. ~ Or, it's 2019, and Ryan's nervous about a lot of things.

love put a gun in my hand - bodhirookes | E, 20k, Complete

“Evening,” Shane says, though it’s leaning closer to midnight than to dinnertime. “Heard from my deputy that somethin’ was afoot down here.”  TJ carefully tips his head, gesturing at the table of men. “They rolled in about an hour ago. It took me until now to recognize them—Bergara and his boys.”  Shane looks at the table again, and this time, one of the men is looking back. Even across the room, his eyes are fierce and devastating to gaze upon, like taking a pair of bullets to the gut. Messy black hair escapes the brim of his hat, brushing the top of a long, vivid scar that runs from forehead to cheek over his right eye, and the expression on his handsome face is as arrogant as it is enticing, like he’s inviting anyone who seeks him out to start a fistfight and end it with a good, hard fuck. Shane would know that face anywhere, and has seen it on more WANTED posters than he could ever hope to count. Or, Shane is the sheriff of a town that infamous bounty hunter-disguised-criminal Ryan Bergara has set his sights on, and will do whatever it takes to keep Bergara from burning it to the ground

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[shoezuki]

Preamble that I feel bad for the guy tbh but how he's dealing w/ it is on him. End a the day he's a whole stranger and he's not like two, he can handle himself (presumably) and if he can't it ain't our business. Also necessary preamble that there are many Ranboo enjoyers who aren't cringe. A lot of them actually. To the point where I don't really like to bring stuff like this up in specific bc it Does magnify problems via exposure

However. Disclaimer that this is a complaint about the worst aspects of my time in a fandom and that this is not all of it aside

TWT RANBOO STANS *DESPISE* LISTENING TO "OUR" STREAMER LIKE NO ONE FUCKING ELSE. THEY FUCKIN' HATE IT. EVERY WORD THAT IS SAID ONSTREAM OR ON ANY OF HIS MEDIA ACCTS IS NOTHING TO THEM. Ranboo is literally not even a streamer to them the way they act. The man will beg, literally fucking BEG over and over to not mention him in people's chats, to not *yell at people in chat to not spam,* to please not use him as a profpic if they're getting into drama, and then concede ground to please not use him as a profpic if you're sending threats, please do not fucking send threats, please, he has said this so many times, and Yet my comrades' twt blocklists are full of Ranboo profpics that send death threats with 0 shame. 0 shame, what so fucking ever. Chat too! Chat the fuck too! Chat is way better than twt bc at least it's not violent but I swear to Christ they are literally deaf! Begging for answers to questions that are answered in his bios and over and over onstream already and in the FAQ that is RIGHT THERE if you scroll down a HALF FUCKING CENTIMETER! Spamming stupid shit, and then spamming "CHAT STOP" even as streamer exhaustedly says "chaaat putting 'chat stop' just makes more spam".

Literally not a single Ranboo stan has basic damn listening or reading comprehension. It shows in how people fail to comprehend basic fucking facts abt his RP character (everyone knew this was coming) and it shows in how no matter how much he fucking pleads people to stop sending fucking death threats with his face attached or says he's uncomfortable giving out certain information people will just trample on those boundaries as if they ain't fucking there. Being in the Ranboo stan twtbase is literally training to blatantly ignore boundaries and dehumanize streamers and it shows in every aspect of how they treat not just "our" streamer but every single person, character, and social media personality they goddamned come across as text to speech machines, dressup dolls, and punching bags

It honestly blows my fucking mind. Like. Ostensibly, you enjoy this streamer and his content, right? Which I would think means you watch his content? But apparently fucking not!

It is honestly fucking disgusting it is unbelievable. I don't like to dwell on it for aforementioned reasons and like, dwelling is also smth streamer has mentioned correctly as Not Good, but genuinely the situation in certain small vocal pockets of the Ranboo stanbase is horrific and I hope these people get so much help and also maybe better material than increasingly unreadable censorship for "die." Actual productive debate is really fun, guys, come have a redemption arc and argue about the effects New L'Manberg had on c!Ranboo with me, please, why can't we all be nice, god, why,

Anyway that's my piece. Thank you for hearing me out I believe this is the first time I've gotten the chance to try to flex the new lack of charalimit for asks and I must say I enjoy it

YEAAAAAA FUCK IT UUUPPPPP FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSS JESUS FUCK YAAAAA

tbhtbh I USED to watch ranboo but i jus like. Cant anymore from donations n the unfortunate fact that So Many People whove gotten At me on twitter have ranboo pfps and how a lot of them treat him is genuinely Gross to me. Even jus w like. Seeing shit bout him and tubbo being 'roommates' rn like i HATE that shit. Ppl objectify him n ignore his boundaries n jus do such horrible shit w his name all over their accts n its despicable. I feel so harshly for the dude like that shit Sucks. But also he does tend to 'give in' to twitter shit sometimes like when he was saying not to trend stuff bout his meetup because he didnt want to 'overshadow' current events (altho ppl on twitter couldnt even listen to him for THAT)

Its jus a Shame cuz like. The dude Is genuinely cool. N he cares a lot. I feel his 'fans' of this calibre take advantage of his leniency/desire to please people and his Anxieties around messing up in any minor way n they jus. Walk on him in that regard. Cant even respect their own streamer

I think a bit ago i said somethin on it like. How sometimes i think these twitter ppl dont even LIKE ranboo or actually Watch Him. They jus want to feel some sort of moral superiority of stanning an 'unproblematic' cc and have some sense of control over a cc considering how he was made to apologize on his alt for those largrly harmless 'i dress like a lesbian' jokes he made. Like truly this weirdass gross community they made under his name is such a fucking shame n it sucks. No doubt its turned other ppl away from his streams Like Me