#(1am on the 10th)

[l3viat8an]

Ro!!! What if!! What if!!! Mammon has a dick piercings!!!! But he didn’t tell you so you’re just loooking at his dick in awe!!! Thots⁉️🎤 

Nsfw!

Nonnie I’m so sorry this is from literal months ago- but it’s his birthday (in my timezone) ‘n I wanted to post SOMETHING!!!

Here you are, kneeling on the floor in Mammon’s room. The demon himself sitting on the couch in front of you, pants pushed down to his knees and cock standing at attention, his eyes following your hand as your fingertips skim over the little gold balls of his jacobs ladder piercing. (Link to a pic of a ’pierced’ banana cuz the actual dick pics make me laugh shjshshshsh)

“Did it hurt?” you ask, genuine curiosity in your voice as you start to pull your hand away, only for Mammon to grab it and guide you back to wrap it properly around his dick.

Keeping his hand around yours and setting the pace, urging you to go a little faster, until you’re jerking him off properly-

Mammon bit back a moan, before replying, “Like a fuckin’ bitch.” followed by a low chuckle at the shocked look on your face.

His hand still guiding yours, up and down his cock, your thumb rubbing across the tip to smear his per-cum down the length and making the jewelry shine for another reason-

“If it hurt that bad….why’d you do it?” You didn’t really expect an answer, hand still jerking him off as you moved your mouth closer. Wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently, pushing your tongue flat to rub along the top bar of his piercing before pulling off with a lewd pop.

Mammon’s other hand moves to grab a handful of your hair, guidelines you back down towards his cock, your mouth falling open again as you take him in again, deeper this time.

Hearing the demon above you, moaning freely when your tongue starts sliding across the ladder and his dick twitches in your mouth, “Keep fuckin’ suckin’ me like that, and I promise I’ll show ya.”

[chibigaia-art]

i was putting together my portfolio today and idk I went through the usual stages of 'this all looks bad' before realizing I made. so many comic pages this year. so, so many

I drew so much but it was all for personal projects and stuff that I submitted or is going to get printed, so not a lot can be posted but as I looked at the pile I just went aaah I hope I improved and I hope it shows,,, I hope it shows

[doodlboy]

As an attempt to warm up and finish a page I don't want to use anymore, I doodled some interesting david tennant doctor who promo pictures

[loosingmoreletters]

i love you are the plans i made, the time i set aside for you. i share my childhood wonder and comfort, asking is this enough am i enough is this too much am i doing everything you want? i hold my breath down down down don’t open your mouth again don’t spill these words ink on paper shut up be quiet don’t trust this too quickly

full stop.

you failed to be desirable again.

[americana-sims]

Here's a few sims me and my girlfriend made together to celebrate our anniversary!

I know that sounds a little strange; we collaborated on these over the past few days on little "Sims dates!" He mostly worked on Dexter and Lilly, while Cheyenne and Dustin were mostly my work. Josie says hello and that he hopes you enjoy the sims we made!

[deusetco]

How do I express my hate for being all alone When all of my art necessitates another soul I enjoy music... but I hate to solo I enjoy theater... but I hate monologues I enjoy cooking... for someone else to eat I enjoy dancing... to someone else's beat I enjoy the thrill of fighting, with another human hand I enjoy the high of crafting, with another human mind I enjoy the lull of writing... another poem, another song But it quickly loses meaning if I keep it to my own How do I bear the quiet, how can I hope to cope When all of my art necessitates another soul

[nygleskas]

"imagine infodumping abt ur sp/in(s) to ur f/o" is good and all but. i find the idea of me infodumping abt The Afterparty (2022 -) (newest spin hehe) to jean or even watching it with him so funny bc. ben (his actor) is in the afterparty, so if me and jean watch it then that means that ben just. Exists. in the parks universe. which is just hilarious to me.

[notscarsafe]

I love you late night Decked Out crew. I love you random silly conversations in the lobby, I love you Pictionary in the daycare center and deaths in the ravager backrooms. I love you diversions into TCG or Blue River raceway between runs. I love you wheeling and dealing for cards, for shards, lurking like an addict waiting for the shop to refresh. I love you Zelda tribute keydrop noise, tinkly warden noise machine, haunting drones in the burning dark. I love you goofy ravager names, warden names, silly nicknames for the different zones. I love you Easter eggs, puzzles, and deathtraps. I love you crouching and hiding in the chain trap, I love you nail bitingly vaulting past the vex at max clank, skidding into the shop at half a heart. I love you sound of submitting an artefact, of buying a card, the sudden silence of waking up back in the lobby after death. I love you pick of shame. I love you Rusty, I love you Willy, I love you Pumpkin. I love you "slain by nothing, they survived Decked Out".

I love you, Decked Out 2. I love you Tango. I love you Hermitcraft ensemble in the longest, craziest, most overachieving and awesome season ever.

Decked out 2 ends tonight, December 10th at 1AM EST, and all the signs are pointing to the season ending with the new year.

I love you Hermitcraft, thank you for being comfort, joy, and company.

[dear-ao3]

Can I ask for a translation on what happened in Vegas?

what didnt happen in vegas!

-carlos sainz ran over a drain cover that was not welded down 9 minutes into the first practice session. it ripped a hole through his car basically (he narrowly avoided getting royally and permanently fucked up by it) and he got a 10 place grid penalty for fixing said car

-toto wolff, the mercedes team principle, said very emphatically that carlos deserved this penalty. carlos did not in fact deserve this penalty because it was not remotely his fault.

-probably out of spite, carlos managed to finish the race above both mercedes cars

-back to practice 1, it was redflagged 9 minutes in after he crashed and it took nearly 7.5 hours for them to fix the track because they had to check all the other drain covers

-practice was already late to begin with and reportedly at 1am ish they kicked all the fans out who had bought tickets because it was "too late"

-tickets btw were over 1k USD

-practice two started sometime around 2am and didnt finish until nearly 4am

-yes, people were driving cars at over 200mph at 2 in the morning, jetlagged to hell and back. idc if you're a professional, that sounds dangerous

-the announcers were descending into madness the whole time and during practice two i think tried to talk about oceans 11 but fucked it up

-there was also the sphere. the sphere was relatively unhinged.

-the drivers didnt get back to their hotels until after the sun rose that day. and they had to race again that night

-oh also it was fucking freezing and when its freezing the cars don't work cause the tires don't warm up and the brakes don't warm up

-tires also warm up best on corners, high speed ones. the vegas track had mostly all low speed corners and really long straights. not ideal

-the pit lane exit was also smack in the middle of a really tight turn. which they would be exiting onto on cold tires with cold brakes.

-also the track looked like an upside down pig

-practice three was normal until the very end when alex albon crashed into the wall. no one was allowed to do practice starts because the session was red flagged and not resumed.

-the most notable thing to happen at qualifying was that both williams cars (which are basically tractors) managed to place p5 and p6 on the grid. especially interesting considering that logan sergeant has placed dead last in qualifying for the last several races.

-also both mclarens were at the bottom. this is not super relevant or particularly interesting but i was upset about it.

-ferrari went p1 (charles leclerc) and p2 (carlos sainz), but sainz had a 10 place grid penalty for fixing his car that had a literal hole through the bottom, so he started p12.

-weirdly, sir lewis hamilton and checo perez also started pretty far down the grid.

-anyway onto the race.

-there were so many safety cars. literally on the first lap the whole back half of the grid rammed into each other.

-then! terrifyingly! lando norris ran over a bump in the track on lap 3 or 4 i don't remember and spun several times before ramming into the wall. he sounded not ok on his radio but he got out of the car. eventually they ended up taking him to the hospital, he is quite fine but it was still a terrible crash

-his teammate, oscar piastri, seemly got possessed by someone or something, possibly lando himself, because he had a very impressive race until mclaren decided to use the worst tire strategy possible (as in, pit him in the last 10 laps to change his tires when this was largely avoidable by all accounts). he could have ended on the podium potentially if they hadn't fucked him up. still, he ended 10th and got the fastest lap and as a result the track record.

-there was also another episode of French Civil War at alpine when they told esteban ocon to stay behind his teammate, pierre gasley, and he said no !! and passed him for funzies

-charles leclerc also got possessed by something, possibly his own bad luck, because he managed to finish p2 after overtaking checo perez on the last lap.

-the same checo perez whos f1 career has been basically dead for half the season

-also lance stroll weirdly slayed

-despite starting high on the grid, both williams managed to finish out of the points

-surprisingly there were only 3 DNFs and 0 red flags

-this is surprising because of all the tire and brake issues that people thought there would be

-unsurprisingly max verstappen won. what was surprising was that he sang viva las vegas over his radio afterwards, especially surprising considering that he spent the whole weekend shitting on the race, saying that the track was terrible, he hated it, and that the fans should burn the place down for getting kicked out on practice 1 day and only getting a voucher in response

-related to that, the fans sued f1 over getting kicked out

-someone thought it was a good idea to put max charles and checo in the back of a rolls and film them driving to the podium. it was incredibly memey.

-there was definitely more that happened but this is all i can remember right now

[yeonlogic]

I belong to you . . .

PAIRING idolbf!yeonjun x f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive, kinda nsfw towards the end if you squint WARNINGS mentions of petnames like (angel, baby, jagi, princess.)

Inspired by yeonbins unit song The killa (I belong to you)

yeonjun ver soobin ver

Its 1am. and your boyfriend still hasnt came home yet, you felt worried for him thinking he might be overworking himself again like he always does you were stressed and sad and all you wanted was to be in your boyfriends arms cuddling and kissing him.

you decided to go to the company he works at and visit him if anything happened to him.

“looking for yeonjun right?” the guard asked, obviously its not the first time this happens. you entered the building and heading into the elevator to go to the 10th floor where all the practice rooms are located.

ding

you arrived at the floor full of practice rooms looking at the small window on every door to see if hes in any of them till you reached the 5th door, you see his figure dancing infront of the mirror. you slowly opened the door to not get his attention while you admired his dancing skills.

his whole body started to sweat his black tank top soaking it all up, he took a break and sat down for a bit, you approached him

“hi love” you smiled and sat by his side “baby what are you doing here?” he said while you looked at him his hair disheveled and some hair strands sticking onto his forehead from his sweat “I was worried since you didnt come home early so i kinda um stressed out and decided to see if you were here” you frowned, “oh angel…” he said in a low voice “Im sorry jagi its just this one move in this choreo im practicing for tomorrow’s performance” he added

“you’ve been working so hard lately” you pouted knowing your boyfriend has been overworking for the past month for their new cb, “I know..i promise ill make it up to you” he smiled and grabbed your wrist making you stand up and placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“even though your full of sweat right now I’d still hug you” you giggled and hugged him tightly while he pressed a kiss ontop of your head “I love you so much angel” he smiled “I love you too jjun..”

“we should head home hm? its getting late” you said “how about we do something else..?” he replied cheekily “theres dorms here anyway” he added “right now!? Isn’t there other people near those dorms..?” “Im sure you can keep quiet baby.”

a/n so so sorry if this was way too short i promise upcoming ffs/drabbles r coming soon 😓

© yeonlogic. please do not copy, modify or translate any of my works onto another social media platform.

[strawbewiemilk]

42-hour f@st blog🤍 (I documented the entire f@$t- if u guys wana read)

So basically I have decided to do a 42 hr f@st-> I feel so n@use0us abt f00d lately so I have planned tis. I've been not taking my v!t@mins so tats why I'm doing a short f@st to see how I can handle it before my longer f@st from July 10th-july 16th-> it's my most stressful week cuz I have to do that volunteering work alone and go to uni alone and my birthday is also on the same week. I'm so scared and stressed, I have a strong feeling smtg rly bad is gona happen. If it fks up then il lose a big p0rtion of my grade and reputation @ uni. I'm so so anxious and scared that I can't stop crying.

So I started the f@st and it's the one thing that's helping me cope with the anxiety attack->not having enough energy to overthink n cry>>>>

I'm planning to sleep at 3am today so I can wake up late tomorrow and easily sk!p br3@kf@$t!!

Well well I didn't end up sleeping at 3am last night and slept wayy early like ig probably 1am, but my sleep quality was good and I woke up at 11am smtg ishh. And went to being extremely anxious and stressed (this has been happening way too frequently lately and I can't seem to pinpoint what exactly is making me so stressed and anxious but there is this constant feeling of impeding doom and I'm so scared).

But wwell well look at THAT it's currently gona be 3pm and I'm almost halfway through this f@$t and I feel way better than how I felt today morning, the anxiety and stress is still there but the $t@rv@t!0n h!gh jus started and it feels so good. My mind feels so empty and it's so nice yippee yayyyy. I'm so excited to down 2 3n3rgy Dr!nks back 2 back. 0 c@l ones.

I did hav like 1 en3rgy drink an hour ago but I feel so fking w3@k n out of 3n3rgy rn😭 I was so @ctive a while b@ck but now I'm so so t!r3d. Omg I hav to push through this, if I w@lk rn il be able to b♡rn more c@ls.

I went for a w@lk and now I feel super energized!! It's currently 10 30pm and il try to sleep as late as I can so I can wake up late tmrw. I hav planned to take a shower tmrw morning right after waking up and if I feel rly tired il dr1nk an 3nergy Dr!nk. I will eat watermelon to break my f@st at 2pm tomo.

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I aimed for a 42 h0ur f@st but ended up dojng till 3pm so it became an 43 h0ur one. So yaa I wanted to document the whole f@$t and track how I was doing. So now I think I am ready for longer f@$ts because this was pretty easy except for a few hours in the m1ddle. If u wana read what I at3 after the f@$t I made another post earlier abt that.

[hyp3ryon]

Apo tagging Mile on this post at 1am, on the 10th anniversary of their first meeting

I really don't know what else to say anymore at this point except Mileapo real

[stardustcrustaders]

Pampering (Mista x gn!reader)

Cute fluffy one shot where reader takes care of Mista after a long day at work.

It is unfinished, but it’s finished enough to be enjoyed 🩵

Warnings: nudity (bath scene), mild profanity, blood, very mild angst (hurt/comfort)

Word count: 1.6k

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The apartment was empty. Unusually empty. Sat on the balcony you look up through the towering Neapolitan buildings, it was easy to believe the dark sky was endless, and it went on forever. The stars look especially close tonight. You shift uncomfortably in your seat as a cool breeze kisses your cheek, prompting you inside soon after to the cramped confines of your apartment.

“Damn it, Guido.” You whisper to yourself as you lock the balcony door behind yourself. The clock was nearing 1am and he was still nowhere to be seen. No calls, no texts, nothing. It’s not unusual for Mista to be late coming home considering his line of work, but you still can’t help but worry.

1:39am. Anxiously pacing back and forth in the kitchen, worries swarm your thoughts. The worst case scenario repeating itself like a broken record. You’ve already done what you could to take your mind off his impending arrival; reheated dinner, swept the floors, made the bed… now all that’s left to make it complete, is him. Heart aching with longing and your stomach in nervous knots, you lean against the kitchen counter. The low hum of the radio beside you filling the silence.

2:10am. A dirty coffee cup sits in the empty sink. Sprawled across the couch with your legs up on the top cushion you stare at the ceiling thinking to yourself. Thinking about how this man would certainly be the death of you, I mean, he usually has half the decency to call and let you know he’s going to be late… this is a first. You pick up the landline from the coffee table beside you, wondering if it’s worth calling him for the 10th time tonight.

𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬

The sound of the door unlocking sends your ears perking straight up. Tumbling off the couch clumsily, you make a b-line to the front door, smiling with your hands behind your back waiting for your beloved boyfriend to enter.

The front door creaked loudly.

“I’m home.”

Words couldn’t begin to form, your eyes shoot wide open, jaw dropping to the ground as you let out a loud gasp upon seeing the state in which Mista was in. He is filthy, his sweater torn—caked in blood and dirt, a bullet hole is left on his shoulder and he stinks to high heaven.

“Oh my GOD, Guido, are you okay?! What happened!?” You mentally curse to yourself as you gingerly place a hand on his back, helping him into the apartment and onto the couch. It tortures him to move, so he keeps his movements small and steady.

“I’m fine, *carina.” He speaks tiredly, flashing a warm smile as he sits down onto the couch— hissing in pain while doing so. (*carina= dear/beloved)

“All in a days work.” He winks as you walk over carrying a pair of tweezers, rubbing alcohol and a ceramic bowl, shaking your head, you sit beside him.

“You have to be more careful, Guido.” You dismiss his playfulness with a serious tone. This isn’t the first time he’s come home looking like a walking pin cushion and stinking like a pig in shit. “I was worried sick you know…”

There’s a heavy silence that falls between the two of you as you use the tweezers to pull the bullet out of his shoulder. Once you manage to dislodge the bullet, you soak a cotton ball in alcohol and begin to clean the wound. Mista feels your hands trembling and looks up to meet your eyes holding back tears.

“Oh sweetheart…” he speaks softly and brings your hand to his cheek where he turns to gently kiss your palm. The tears spring loose from your eyes and you throw yourself onto him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. Gut-wrenching sobs tear through your chest, body wracked with an onslaught of tears. You hold his body firmly against yours as you reach under his cap to cradle his head, stroking his hair and neck lovingly— almost as if he would disappear at any second.

“I—I was so scared.” You whisper into the crook of his neck, melancholy weighing your voice down, making it tremble.

“You usually call… I thought—“

Using all the strength he can muster up he lifts up his injured arm to rest on the small of your back, his uninjured arm following suit. Thumbs rub small circles against your clothed flesh. Having you in his arms, even like this… it fills him with an overwhelming sense of warmth— euphoria, even. For just a second the horrors he witnessed today are forgotten. Turning his head slightly, he speaks into your shoulder.

“Deep breaths, carina. I’m here now. I’m sorry for making you worry… my phone got completely destroyed on the job today.” He explained in a gentle tone, kissing your shoulder between every couple of words. Seeing you like this isn’t easy for him.

“I’m so sorry.” His breath hitches for a second. Moving his hand to your head, his fingers tangle into your hair as he continues “I tried to find a payphone but it was no use… I just thought to come straight home.”

Pulling yourself away from his neck, you wipe the tears from your cheeks. Immediately, Mista is flooded with the overwhelming urge to pull you back in, but he resists for the time being.

“Don’t apologize. It isn’t your fault, my love.” You smile sadly as you caress his cheek. Realizing then how badly his condition truly is. He is pale and his cheeks seem to have hollowed out due to many sleepless nights back to back. This is also probably due to the gunslinger forgetting to properly take care of himself while under the constant stress of work. And you don’t blame him, being a mafioso isn’t easy.

“You sleepy?”

Guido only nods into your palm, his dark eyes beginning to shut.

“Kinda… but I can be up, if you need me to be up.”

You bite your bottom lip in contemplation, looking away for just a second— not realizing the growing smirk on your boyfriends face. He loves watching the faces you make when you’re thinking.

“Okay, wait here. I’ll be right back.” You get up from your seated position, kissing Guido on the cheek before leaving the room.

Once you leave the gunslinger alone to his own devices, he begins to shut his eyes. Blissfully unaware of the fact that his Sex Pistols are hot on your trail, following you into the bathroom.

“Y/N!” They shout in unison, swarming your body. Number one tugs on your hair, two pulls on your ear, three punches five— making it cry and hold onto your cheek, six and seven take turns playing hopscotch across your knuckles.

“We missed you todayyyy~ ueeeuueee ueee.” Number five cries out as it mentally recalls the events of the day. Obviously still very much stressed. Smiling softly, you pull number five off on your cheek and brush the rest of them away from your busy hands.

“Long day huh, Pistols?”

You’re sat down on a stool beside the bathtub as you fill it up with warm water. Though currently, you’re looking through the under sink cabinet for some Epsom salts.

“Yes!”

“Really busy, you should have seen it.”

“I think Mista shot 5,000 bullets!”

“5,000 minimum!”

“… got shot 5,000 times too.”

“If it wasn’t for Giorno—“

“Mista would be dead!”

“I’m hungry…”

“Me too!”

“I want salami!”

“I want melon!”

You manage to sound out the Pistols as they begin to talk amongst themselves. Now just souly focused on preparing the bath for Mista— but there’s just something you can’t seem to shake… a gnawing burning in the pit of your stomach forms. A wave a nausea rushes over you in that moment.

“If it wasn’t for Giorno. Mista would be dead.”

~*~

Ten minutes have passed. The water in the bathtub has reached a pleasant lukewarm. The Pistols have long since left the bathroom to raid the kitchen— on any other day you would have been annoyed by this, but not tonight. Tonight you let them eat to their hearts content, willing to sacrifice your full pantry to satisfy them.

On your way back to the living room, you stop in the doorway to admire Guido’s peacefully sleeping figure. His head is tilted back against the top cushion of the sofa, mouth hung ajar. Chestnut colored curls peek out from under his slipping cap. A part of you wanted to leave him asleep, he looked like an angel. So peaceful, ethereal even. To say that Guido was just, beautiful, is a gross understatement. He was a work of art, painstakingly chiseled from blood, tears and passion. Simply beautiful beyond comprehension… to you at least.

Sitting beside him on the couch you contemplate what do to next for another moment. Fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of his pants.

“He had a long day… sleep is important, but if he doesn’t have something to eat he could feel sick in the morning. Especially if he doesn’t treat his wounds properly and wash up…”

Deciding it was for the better, you place a gentle kiss against Mista’s cheek, cradling the opposite with your hand. This immediately forces the gunslingers eyes wide open and he looks to you; first in concern and then with adoration. Letting out a low chuckle he sinks deeper into the couch and closes his eyes again, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Is your surpise ready for me, bambina?” He asks through droopy half lidded eyes, his voice is heavy and laced with the reminisce of sleep.

“Come, with me.”

Standing, you take his hands to help him up. You guide him slowly to the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet lid. Crouching to his eye level you examine his face closely for any bumps, bruises, or cuts. Narrowing your eyes and furrowing your brows in concentration. A smile plays at the corner of Guido’s lips. Leaning in, he places a small kiss on the tip of your nose, and then on your cheek- causing you to blush.

“Am I going to live, Doctor?” He chimes sarcastically. Chuckling and rolling your eyes you push against his chest with a sigh.

“Take your clothes off and get in the bath before the water gets cold.”

Mista chuckles and gets a stupid look on his face. Leaning in for a kiss, he begins to undo his belt. “I love me a lady who knows what she wants.”

Putting a finger against his puckered lips you raise a brow and glare jokingly, which almost immediately causes the gunslinger to smile mischievously.

“I could use a bit of help y’know… It hurts to move too much.” he shrugs his injured shoulder then eyes the undone-clasp of his belt much longer than necessary.

“You’re such a pervert.” You laugh breathily as you give in and place a soft kiss against his lips. And then gently linking arms with him you help him into the bath.

“Ah, ah..” he winces in pain, hissing through his teeth before fully submerging himself in the warm water. You frown, deep lines now appearing on your forehead.

“I wish I could do more for you.” You sigh and begin pouring the water over his hair gently, using a nearby plastic cup. Guido only groans and leans into your touch as you begin to shampoo his hair. Poor thing is already half asleep again.

[base0h]

Random modern op character hcs

a/n - my sanity has flown out the window

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au

Sabo

- wakes up at 5am or right when the sun comes up

- a psychopath who gets up two seconds before his alarm to shut it off before it goes off (mostly to try to not wake you up- but still)

- his sneezes are so fucking loud

- and you feel bad because he’s one of those who has at least 5 in a row 💀

- he could blow a house down tbh

- make sure to keep some tissue boxes on hand lol

- he has dad energy

- on saturdays he’ll wake up at 4:30 in the morning, brush his teeth and all that

- I don’t know how you can brush your teeth really loudly but that’s what he does

- will spare you and not open the curtains to let the blinding light in

- what a gentleman

- will watch the news on fucking max volume

- “Aw it’s raining!”

- “What?! That’s crazy!”

- ..his commentary is really lovely to hear at 5am

- can’t cook. just can’t

- so he’ll end up getting really hungry and going to wake you up

- btw it’s 6am when this happens, and it’s Saturday

- he has the appetite of both his brothers so it’s pretty normal for him to be hungry lmao

Robin

- also wakes up very early, or doesn’t sleep at all :/

- she has this thing where she loves to read a bunch of different things everyday, and tell you the story that she thinks you’d enjoy 🥺

- She’ll definitely want to go to the library with you! It’s so much fun reading together :)

- if you’re having trouble falling asleep, her go-to method is just to tell a story off the top of her head, but sometimes they’re creepy af

- they’re about beheading nobles, or torturous methods from the 10th century

- it ends up doing the complete opposite

- you’re bundled up in a blanket, eyes wide open, staring into the dark room around you both

- you made sure your feet weren’t sticking out so the monster wouldn’t get it too

- “Robin- it’s 1am I didn’t need to hear that-“

- “Would you like to hear how they butcher their prisoners? Well to start-“

- “NO-“

Kid

- that one guy who gets all the noise complaints

- to be fair he is sawing medal at 2am

- in the mornings he will not wake up unless you start tapping him for at least a couple minutes

- sometimes his arm is on top of you, and when you try to move and get up, he starts squeezing harder

- an at home chiropractor

- he manages to crack every bone in your spine

- you might have the posture of a ballerina now, congratulations 👍✨

- you can’t breathe when he’s hugging you that tight and he still doesn’t understand why

- “Y/n it’s a hug- don’t be a baby.”

- you choose to either pinch his ear or just walk away

- he argues with the middle aged neighbor who always complains to the police about the noise he makes at night

- “You’re a bad influence on my son, Hunter!”

- “Huh?! It’s not my fault you guys are listening! Stop yelling at me about it!”

- You end up sitting on the porch, sipping your drink as you watch this argument go on

- You end up playing with the woman’s son since she’s so invested in screaming at your boyfriend

- “My mom’s annoying, sorry.”

- “It’s alright, he’s annoying too.” -you

- “Shut the fuck up! Just go back to trimming your little flowers!” -kid

- “*GASP* How dare you?!”

- kid wants to run her over so bad

- also he owns a huge ass truck that looks like it’s about to break down any moment

- “It’s fine y/n.”

- *wheel falls off*

- “Damn, was hoping it’d stay on this time.”

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a/n - I haven’t died yet 💪✨

[ara0minthe]

Saturday, 10th of August / Samedi 10 août 2024

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Sleep: still bad, from 4am to 12am

Health: Ate healthy food, very very little sugar. But I was busy so I couldn't eat when I wanted, I was so hungry (thanks cousin for giving me a meal at 11pm)

Work / Focus: only 30mins today, revised for my driving license before being interrupted by people

Today's description: Had peace and took care of my own matters until 4pm. Had to eat with family and the guests. Then my family is going to a store so I go with them. I buy a puzzle of a 1000 pieces there. I'm so excited for the puzzle.

I also buy a notebook but why does it smell so damn bad. It smells so bad, I threw some deodorant and perfume on it but the good smell was canceled by the bad smell. It smells this bad. Dammit.

Then, I spend some time at home, too much family is at home (includes the guests) so I can't work.

Then, 9pm, my sister is going away, so I go out to say goodbye, then take a walk outside my neighborhood with my cousin who lives a minute away.

Night comes quickly and we're still outside talking (we're right in front of our houses si it's safe).

Then to keep talking, I go to her home, and she says let's go eat, so we eat in the kitchen while talking, (it's my second actual meal of the day, thanks for feeding me (╥﹏╥) )

At midnight my bro comes to walk me home, even though we live a few minutes away, we never know, better be safe (that's a typical women's life, the world can be scary sometimes).

He also just got back from spending the night at my other cousin's place.

Then we just talk to one another and laugh until 1am.

I go to my room and my 12y old sis is still awake.

I wanted to journal for just a bit but then it's 3am and I just finished the journal I had been using for 5 months.

So now its 3:35 and I'll go to sleep very quickly.

(I swear I want to sleep early, but why am I always so busy until very late. I definitely need to make some changes 😭)

At least I don't overuse my phone, I improved on that and I can focus on my work when I want to, so it's a big positive point

(I only use it to talk with friends and write on Tumblr, I stopped scrolling, thus stopped destroying my brain, I feel my brain capacities coming back, but for that to definitely work, I need to sleep correctly)

I also eat healthily and do not overeat.

I guess I can't change eveything at once, it will have to be one thing at a time.

So next is, making more time for work through the day and improving my sleeping habits

Anyway, good night, sleep well and on time (don't take my example)

Bisou bisou, peace and love for y'all.

[humblequestvinyl]

GOOD FRIENDS

GOOD FRIENDS, ROBBY KEENE X FEM!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: through thick and thin, two childhood best friends reflect on their friendship the past 17 years at a concert.

inspired by good friends by maren morris

cw: bad eating habits, cheating, bad parenting, swearing, parents fighting 

lowercase intentional! wordcount:1.3k

a/n: i started watching cobra kai three days ago and already had a fanfic series/writing blurb??? HELLO??? thank u swae for that. anyway, one more after this and then the HQ series is over #emo.

OCTOBER 10TH 2022

“OKAY KEEP THEM CLOSED,”

robby kept his hands over y/n’s eyes as the two walked through her house, and towards her living room where robby swore her birthday present was. “alright, now open.”robby instructed, stepping back and to the side of y/n. the girl cautiously opened up the card, taking note of the bag that it was sitting on. 

her eyes scanned the card, with a piece of paper folded up taped against one of the sides. slowly taking it off, she opened up the paper, with tears instantly filling her eyes, “you did not!”

“we did.”robby laughed as the girl flung herself into his arms with joy, “everybody chipped in to get the tickets.”

“i couldn’t have us not go scream out our song live y/n/n.”robby grinned, causing the h/c girl to throw her head back laughing.

two vip tickets to see maren morris live at the hollywood bowl, for the two to go see in three days.

it was the one concert y/n wouldn't stop talking about. why would she! it was her favorite artist at one of her favorite venues. tickets had sold out almost instantly, leaving y/n to believe she’d be sitting outside the venue, listening to her favorite songs from there.

“robby! we’re going to see maren freaking morris!”

CAUSE WE’RE GOOD FRIENDS, WE DON'T ASK WHY.

WE JUST SHOW UP AT EACH OTHERS HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

DECEMBER 10TH 2021

HEARING HIS FRONT DOOR OPEN,

robby keene’s head shot up, with a baseball bat in his hands, and slowly walked to the door, threatening whoever was trying to break into the apartment at 1am.

“woah! slow your roll karate kid!”

robby’s eyebrows furrowed as he dropped the bat that was in his hands, “y/n/n what the hell are you doing here?”

“i got bored and my parents are fighting again.”y/n shrugged, placing a few bags on the counter, “plus i come bearing our favorite ice cream and some coke we can have.”

“its a school night.”robby pointed out, and y/n rolled her eyes, “since when have we ever cared about that?”

“alright good point.”

robby grabbed two spoons before joining the girl on the couch as she put on victorious, the show they deemed as theirs. handing the spoon to his best friend, he watched as she pulled out their favorite drinks, and placed the pepsi in front of robby.

the two sat in silence for awhile, before y/n turned to robby, “sometimes i wish we went to hollywood arts y’know?”

“finally be able to paint as much as i wanted, and for you to be able to showcase the karate more.”she went on, and robby stared at her for a few moments, expecting something to follow.

“live up to what we actually want to be, not just some kids from broken families.”

wrapping an arm around the girls shoulders, he wrapped her in a side hug, bringing her more comfort than he knew, one the both of them needed.

“we’ll get there, with or without hollywood arts.”

WE GOT HISTORY, 

NO CONDITIONS,

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OCTOBER 13TH 2022,

WALKING INTO THE HOLLYWOOD BOWL HAND IN HAND,

y/n’s hair was done in a half up, half down bubble braid situation, with leather pants on and a red crop, claiming she was in her ‘hero era’, even though the two knew that in reality, the album she was relating to the most right now was humble quest.

“i can’t believe it came with the bracelets and everything!”y/n exclaimed as the two made it to their seats, right in front of the stage, before taking the bracelets out of the vip box, “here.”

slipping one of the multicolored bracelets over robby's wrist, and putting the other on hers before taking a photo of it.

“see look its us!”y/n wore a wide smile, referring to how the two always claimed to be ‘good friends’ through thick and thin, and robby smiled.

“it really is.”

I SWEAR TO GOD ON MY HEART,

NOBODY WILL KNOW YOU LIKE ME

APRIL 17TH 2021

“C’MON N/N, LET ME IN.”

robby knocked against the girls locked bedroom door, and he heard a groan from the other side of it, “leave me be! let me wallow in my self pity of being cheated on!”

“i did, for two days.”he told her, and he heard ‘all too well (10 minute version) being played loudly from the tv, “now c’mon, let me in.”

“no!”the h/c girl shouted back, before turning up the music to full blast. rolling his eyes, he pulled out his phone, before taking a picture of the bags in his hand, and sending it to the girl.

robby 👹

i have emili’s, in & out, AND two pink drinks

read 8:05pm

robby 👹

pls open the door so i dont

have to eat this alone

read 8:05pm

hearing footsteps approach the door, the lock clicked and the door opened slightly, revealing the girls e/c eyes, “do you have a cannoli?”

“of course.”robby gave her a shocked look, “you ask this as if i don’t know you.”

the door fully opened, and she quickly took the pink drinks and bag from emili’s, before retreating back to her bed. robby soon followed, closing the door behind him, and tore open the in and out bag.

“eat.”robby nodded towards the girl, and she stared at him, “c’mon i know you and your shitty eating habits, eat.”

“wow way to call me out there.”she mumbled, before taking a cheese burger, and starting to eat it as robby changed her music.

“hey!”

“if we’re going to listen to music, we’re going to listen to your happy playlist.”robby told her as delicate by taylor swift came on, and she pouted, “let me wallow in self pity.”

“no.”

the two sat there for awhile, listen to the playlist while eating, before y/n looked over at robby, staring at him for a few moments before speaking up, “you really know how to cheer me up don’t you?”

“you learn a thing or two within sixteen years.”robby shrugged, with a teasing smiling spread across his lips, “i also figured you hadn’t had your starbucks in a few days either.”

“we really are good friends.”

OCTOBER 13TH 2022

“WE DON'T ASK WHY.”

robby and y/n sang as they looked at each other with the biggest smiles spread across both of their lips, “we just show up at each others house unannounced in the middle of the night.”

“we got history, no conditions,”they continued, with such a euphoric feeling filling y/n, “you don’t ever have to worry, yeah i’ll keep you sturdy.”

“cause we’re good friends.”

there was something so euphoric hearing a song that meant so much to the two, knowing how it fit the best friends to a t. through thick and thin the two had stood with each other no matter what, and being their when the other called for help, even if it were for help on a math assignment.

they were good friends, and it’d always be like that for the two.

pulling out her camera, y/n video taped the two as the song began to end,

“oh, good friends.”