#I don't know if it's cause it's past 1AM

[star-mum]

had an argument with my sister on the ride home from my friend's :-:

[asuyaka]

Eyyy it's been a while since I've requested anything, and since I'm back to my JJK brain rot how about a good old request for my favorite dead divorced gay couple?(how are we copin', manga readers?)

So idk if you've ever seen or heard of the "Missing Halloween" animation on YouTube, BUT--

What if satosugu found out that Reader(who they were very close with) was actually the spirit of an past special grade student that died in a mission by the hands of curse users (maybe they raided the school or something, idk it's like- 1AM in here my brain will not remember all the shit that happens in the JJK lore to make a coherent plot point) and now just roams around near the school, and that explains why everyone just seemingly ignored Reader's presence completely and gave the three weird looks whenever they hung out together. Also I like to think that these two idiots found out about reader's situation after fooling around during detention and accidentally tripping on some dusty old boxes that had some old stuff in it, finding one of those group school year pics from when Yaba was the boys' age and Reader was also in the pic from when they were still alive.

In much simpler words, Satosugu x ghost!reader that they didn't knew was a ghost until they found a picture of Reader's academic years.

-🌈, Anon.

★ - JJK brainrot 's so real f' me too !! (Satosugu once 'm get m grubby lil hands on you... >:(( )

☆ - Satosugu x Ghost! Reader !!

♡ - 's nice ta see you again, 🌈 nony !! ヾ(^▽^*))) hope you're doin' well <33 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ | 'm have seen Missing Halloween! made me s'sad (◞‸◟；) but s sooo bittersweet! m nota huuugee animation fan, but Missing Halloween 's one of m favs! (๑≧▽≦)

Being a ghost is interesting, to put it simply.

You get to see things you never got the chance to when you were alive, like the top of Mount Fuji and the vast streets of Shibuya. Sure, you missed what it was like to eat your favorite food or speak to people, but it's the price you have to pay for your naivety.

You thought you'd be alone, wandering the hallways of Jujutsu High forever until they came.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru.

The strongest sorcerers in the modern era.

Shock is an emotion you haven't felt since your death, but you feel it again when you notice that those two can not only see but touch you.

It's an odd feeling. Having someone touch your skin after years (it's only been two) of being dead. Weird, but nice.

"Suguru, back me up here!" Satoru whines, holding his friend by his shoulders and shaking him back and forth.

You and Satoru were arguing about which ice cream flavor was the best. Granted, you haven't had ice cream —or any food for that matter— in a long time, but there was no way you would let Satoru get away with saying Birthday Cake.

"This is your argument, and I like Vanilla." Suguru shrugs and the betrayed look on Satoru's face causes you to giggle.

Satoru turns to face you, chest out and voice boisterous. "Well, [Name], since we can't agree, I guess that means we'll have to go to an ice cream store to find out!

Suguru's face turns blank. "Where in that argument did going to an ice cream place happen?"

"Right now, duh." You huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"No, guys, I don't have money, and I'm not taking you dumbasses to an ice cream place at this hour." Suguru's voice is stern; like there's no room for back-and-forth bickering.

You three were now at a small ice cream shop a few minutes away from Jujutsu High.

You tried not to talk to Suguru and Satoru much, so to bystanders it wouldn't look like they were talking to literal air, but they didn't get the hint and kept talking to you anyway.

Sometimes you wonder if they even know you're a ghost.

The way Satoru uses you as a headrest (you're putting spiders in his bed tonight) and how Suguru tends to maintain eye contact when he talks to you (earning a couple of odd stares from some in the store), you’re 99.9% sure they think you’re a real person.

Which you are, obviously, but you’re only technically real to them. Why that is, you aren’t exactly sure yourself.

Before you three get to the counter, you make up a fake excuse of having to use the bathroom. You tell them the flavor you want, make sure Satoru doesn’t do anything weird, and order the flavor with the most sugar (you aren’t 100% sure if you can even eat but it’s worth trying) before you excuse yourself. 

You make your way to the roof, sitting on the edge and looking out into the city. It’s calming. 

You’ve always enjoyed how relaxing it was to be able to see people going about their lives, the soft breeze sounding through your ears accompanied by the smell of ice cream and bread from nearby stores.

It’s nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you spot Suguru and Satoru sitting at an outside table. They were talking amongst each other as they presumably waited for you, an empty spot only held by a cup of ice cream filled with your favorite flavor.

You drop down at the back of the store, brushing the dust off your body and making your way to where Suguru and Satoru are sitting.

“Jeez! Took you long enough.” Satoru rolls his eyes and immediately starts eating his ice cream. 

Suguru rolls his eyes. His posture is the same as always, a man spread and his arms crossed only breaking whenever he needs to eat his ice cream as well. 

Huffing, you kick Satoru underneath the table. Blowing a raspberry before taking a bite of the ice cream.

Good news, you can eat.

Bad news, you don’t taste a single thing.

Well… they don’t need to know that. They’re having fun, your inability to taste shouldn’t spoil that for them.

“Satoru, Yaga’s going to kill us if he finds us, you know?” Suguru huffs, keeping watch as Satoru looks through the yearbook of past students in Jujutsu High.

“Oh, hush!” Satoru kicks him in the knee, gasping when he finds a book tucked away behind several (thankfully sleeping) cursed corpses.

Satoru grins. “Found one.”

Suguru takes one final glance at the hallway before turning to see what Satoru dragged him here for in the dead of night (or early in the morning depending on the way you look at it).

They flip through the yearbook, snickering when they see what Yaga looked like two years ago. His buzz is shorter — if that’s even possible — but he still has his stone-cold resting face.

They make it to the back of the book, where there’s a special section dedicated to students who died before the year is over.

Really, Satoru was looking for what [Name] looked like when he was younger. He’s suspected you were older than the two of them since he never sees you during school.

“Satoru… is– is that…?” Suguru’s voice is weary as his finger points at a photo of some dude he recognizes.

A boy he recognizes.

It’s your picture, you look the same as you do now. “What’s he doing here? We see him all the time– right Suguru?” 

Suguru pales. “Is that why Shoko calls us crazy? [Name] isn’t alive—”

“Yes, he is!” Satoru almost yells. The book drops from his hands with a thump! small colors of blue peeking out from the bottom of his sunglasses.

“We can touch him, we can see him!” Satoru stomps his foot. “How is that possible if he’s dead, huh?!”

“He might be a cursed sp—”

“Then the curse alarm would’ve sounded!” Satoru’s voice sounds like it’s tethering over an edge. He’s confused– he’s known [Name] for as long as his first year, you, him, and Suguru are inseparable so why can Suguru accept the fact that you’re (supposedly) dead?!

“Let’s ask him then, is that okay?” Suguru puts his hand directly on Satoru’s shoulder, moving his thumb slightly for comfort. 

The albino takes a deep breath to calm himself. He shouldn’t be mad at Suguru, he loves Suguru.

So, he does what Suguru says. He lets Suguru lead the way to where they found you the first time. Close to the artifact warehouse but closer to the forest that surrounds Jujutsu High.

You’re there. Sitting on the grass as you stare longingly at a bird.

The sound of rocks crunching under their feet must give them away because in a second you lock eyes with Suguru, a soft smile on your face.

“Suguru!” Your voice is warm– comforting even. “What are you guys doing here? Aren’t you guys breaking curfew?”

“Are you dead?”

Satoru’s blunt question causes your body to freeze. He sounds angry. Maybe it’s because you didn’t tell them that you were a ghost, and they somehow found out themselves.

You weren’t all that popular when you were alive. You were an adequate sorcerer with mediocre abilities. Nothing that puts you out there– not like the two in front of you anyway.

“Y-Yeah?” You avert your eyes sheepishly. “I mean, I died a few years ago so—”

“Why didn’t you tell us anything?” Satoru cuts you off, the hand still holding Suguru’s tightens slightly.

Why didn’t you tell them? Because they’d stop hanging out with you? Were you scared you’d lose the only people who know you’re still technically here?

Because you’re bound to this school and have only ever left because your attachment somehow shifted to Satoru and Suguru.

Ah, that’s why.

You were scared to be left alone. That’s why every time you could, you’d rush over to where they were. Engage in conversation with them, and do mildly illegal things with them because they make you feel wanted.

“I guess… I was scared you two would stop hanging out with me..?” You let out a laugh even though nothing is funny. “You two are the only people who know I still exist, so I thought if you figured out I was a ghost…”

“— that we’d stop talking to you altogether?” Suguru finishes for you and you can’t help but nod.

“That’s stupid! We fight curses, why do you think being a ghost is going to stop anything?!” Satoru grabs you by the shoulder. You’re sure his grip hurts, but you can’t exactly feel pain anymore.

“Yeah, I know…” Your hand touches Satoru’s forearm. “Now that you know… it doesn’t change anything between us… right?”

The longer the silence stretches the more anxiety swallows you whole. If they stop talking to you or start avoiding you, you aren’t sure what you’ll be bound to.

Maybe that spot by the artifact warehouse. You’ll be forced to stay there– alone, with no one to talk to, no one to make you feel alive.

“Of course, not.” Suguru’s voice is warm, it makes something well up in your eyes.

“Sure, it might be weird since sorcerers can’t see you, but you’re our friend. You just have to promise not to keep life-altering secrets from us. Right, Satoru?”

Satoru huffs, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. “You owe me, stupid ghost boy!”

A smile stretches across your face and you’re unaware of the warmth rolling down your cheeks. “I’m glad.”

You won’t be alone.

You’ll be able to talk to them, now that they know your biggest secret.

You’ll have Satoru and Suguru, and they’ll have you.

Maybe being dead– or being a ghost isn’t so bad after all.

[dixongrimesgirl]

Sinful Secret

S7 Negan Smith x fem!grimes reader

Content includes: Unprotected sex, PiV, secret relationship, Alexandria era, caught, oral (f receiving), pet names (sweetheart, my girl)

WC: 770

You had secretly been seeing Negan for a while now without the knowledge of anyone in Alexandria. It's past 1am and you heard your father and Michonne go to bed a little while ago. When you're sure the coast is clear you sneak downstairs and let Negan in. "Hey, sweetheart. Thought ya weren't gonna let me in" he teased. "You know that's not true. I just had to make sure everyone was asleep" you reply before leading the way upstairs to your room. He lands a soft smack on your ass as you walk up the stairs in front of him causing you to let out a quiet giggle. "We have to be quiet" you whisper. "What? Ya don't wan' ol' Rick seeing us together?" he asks. You send him a glare and he chuckles. "Okay, sweetheart," he says and you enter your room closing the door softly behind the two of you. He immediately throws you on the bed and climbs on top of you. "Fuck sweetheart" he groans when you wrap your legs around his waist pressing your core against his bulge. He plants his lips on yours and you part your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue in. He swallows your moans as he rubs your nipples over the thin fabric of your tank top. He kisses down your neck and pulls your shirt up and over your head, throwing it onto the floor. He sucks a nipple in his mouth and gently bites down, loving how you moan and squirm beneath him. He wishes you didn't have to be so quiet. He can't wait until he gets you back to the sanctuary and you can make all the noise you want. Thinking about you screaming his name causes him to involuntarily thrust his hips into yours. He pulls back and hastily pulls your sleep shorts down and groans noticing you're not wearing any panties. He tosses your shorts onto the floor and positions his head between your legs before devouring you like a starved man. he shoves two fingers into your already slick hole and you clench around them. "So tight" he breathes out. "How ya gonna take my cock, sweetheart?" he asks. "I can do it" you insist. "I know ya can but first let me feel ya cum on fingers" he whispers. You cover your mouth with your held holding back your moans while you ride out your orgasm. He fucks you with his fingers through it all and as you come down from your high you hear the squelching of your pussy. "Good girl" he praises and you sigh gently closing your eyes. He shoves his fingers in your mouth and you swirl your tongue around them. "Damn girl. Got me so fuckin' hard" he grunts and before you know it he's lining himself up with your entrance. "Negan" you moan as he bottoms out in one hard thrust. "So fuckin tight" he groans. He pulls out and slams back in. You don't even hear the headboard banging against the wall. You clench around him. "I know you're close, sweetheart. Cum for me" he growls and you release, your slick covering his cock and with a few more thrusts he's realising inside you. You're both startled when there's a knock at the door. "Y/N?" you hear your Dad's say. "Shit" you mutter and get up throwing on your pyjamas. You open the door. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah. I'm fine" you reply. "Good. I just heard a lot of noises and was worried something..." he trails off as Negan appears clad only in his boxers. "What the hell is he doing here?" Rick growls. "Spending time with my girl" he replies and you're thighs involuntarily squeeze together. "If you hurt her" Rick threatens. "I wouldn't hurt her. She wants this just as much as me. Look at her when I call her my girl" he says and you can't help but squeeze your thighs shut again. "See. I do that to her" he says. "Wanna stay for the show? We were just about to go for round 2. Isn't that right sweetheart?" he asks. "Get out of my house!" Rick growls. "Alright, alright." Negan replies and turns to give you a kiss. You kiss him back and he slips is tongue in your mouth. "Now!" Rick yells when Negan's hand starts groping your ass. "See you later sweetheart" he says and you give him a small wave when Rick isn't looking. You know you're gonna be in big trouble but you can't help your feelings. If only your dad could understand.

[fizzing-imagines]

Little Minx | Billy Hargrove x Alt! Reader

Notes: I'm super proud of this, so if y'all would give me some love on this it would be greatly appreciated ♥️ MDNI! THIS IS PURE FILTH

Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut. Everything about this is purely sexual

Words: 2.3k

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You loved your little summer habit. Every day, for the past 3 weeks, you take a nap from 9pm to 12pm, to sneak off to Lovers Lake at 1am. You had time for yourself, could go skinny dipping, swim a bit, just be yourself with no other people watching. It was the perfect scenario. And, just like any other day, you were just there at Lovers Lake. You stayed in your car for 30 minutes while waiting for a teenage couple to finish making out and drive off. They did, eventually, which was your que to get out of your car, take off your clothes and get into the large body of water. You floated on your back, taking in the fresh night air, letting your thoughts wash away with every breeze. This was your ideal summer activity. What you didn't know is that someone knew about what you did this summer.

Billy Hargrove has been looking at you ever since he came to Hawkins. His high school friends didn't associate with yours, the freaks, causing him to never directly talk to you. But he always found other ways. A wink here, a brush of your hand there. He knew he could have you if he wanted to, and you knew that you were beyond attracted to him. He tried denying these feelings at first, but whenever he saw how beautiful your red lipstick looked when you smiled, or how much your eyebrow piercing made your eyes pop, he couldn't deny it anymore. Once he found out you had a tongue piercing, his mind went feral. And he doesn't even know about your other two piercings yet. The best part: You've slept with the basketball team in the past, and shit, did they describe you as a freak in multiple ways.

Billy finally saw his chance to actually talk with you, make sure you melt underneath him. Of course, he wasn't a creep. Billy didn't watch you get undressed, and he didn't watch you until he heard that you were in the water. Then, he stepped out of his far-parked car and walked up to the lake. "It's dangerous to swim without a lifeguard.", he said. You jumped up, covered your chest in embarrassment and scanned the area for the known voice. "What the fuck, Billy?", you said loudly while still trying to find him between the bushes and the twigs. "Just looking out for you, sweetheart." His figure moved in the front of your car, seemingly taking off his jacket. "Should I come in to make sure you're safe?" You knew he had a thing for you ever since he first looked you in the eyes. His facial expression, his eyes, the way his jaw clenched; it screamed horny. And, oh, did you enjoy it. The fact that popular basketball player Billy Hargrove was dying to get his dick sucked by you was hilarious, yet thrilling. At this point, you wanted to know if he fucks as good as the cheerleaders say he does.

"Sure thing, Mr. Lifeguard.", you replied while getting into the water at collar bone level. Some rustling was heard, a belt opening, zipper going down and soon enough Billy joined you in the lake. He swam over to you, grabbing your waist as soon as he reached you. "Wanna make sure you don't drown, pretty thing." The moonlight made his facial expressions clear and complimented his eyes even more than the sun does. But his lashes, oh, his beautiful lashes. You thought they were so long and full, causing a bit of jealousy to arise in you. "Aren't you charming?", you teased with a smirk. A low chuckle left his lips while getting dangerously close to you. "This can be our little secret.", you continued. "A dirty, little secret that will connect us for the rest of our lives." His lips grazed over yours before pulling away slightly. "You fucking minx.", he breathed out against the thin skin of your lips. Billy's hands found their way from your hips to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before having his left hand travel up to your boobs. You, on the other hand, wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his body closer to yours. "I'll be your little minx tonight if you get me to behave." Your voice was so innocent, but he knew what you were doing. It drove him wild.

"Shit sweetheart, you truly are a minx.", he said after taking a deep breath in. You had your forehead leaned against his shoulder, trying to calm down from your high by concentrating on your breathing. It didn't work as well as you hoped. "Were you serious about being my whore or did you say that just for the reward?" You let out a light chuckle at his words. "I was serious.", you replied. "Be grateful, I already fuck half of Hellfire weekly." Eddie Munson was your best friend in bed, he'd be so disappointed if you would have to stop your arrangement. Billy chuckled at your words while playing with your hair.

"You don't have to. But you're gonna be ready for me at all times, little minx."

[psycoweeb]

Sleepy Decisions

Levi/Reader

Coffee Shop AU

Content: Bad examples of a sleeping schedule, no use of y/n, light teasing, unresolved tension, interrupted, nothing explicit, more tension, what is probably an unrealistic representation of anything coffee shop related, not beta read.

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It was still the middle of your shift, but you were dead tired. Turns out, deep cleaning your house, spontaneously hanging out friends, and staying up till 1am scrolling through whatever could entertain you was a bad idea. You knew you should have skipped the cleaning.

In your daze you hadn't even realized that you overfilled the drink you were making. It was now overflowing and staining your apron. Just barely missing the tips of your fingers as you dropped the cup into the drain and hurried to shut off the machine. Great.

"Are you going to struggle with the rest of our customers or can you pull it together? "

You rolled your eyes, shutting off the machine "Insightful as always Levi. It's my own drink anyway." You gestured to the empty shop "No one else to serve out there, basically a wasteland. I wouldn't dare encroach on your coffee making kingdom otherwise." You said with a dramatic flare to your voice, flicking your hand in his general direction.

He glared

"Oh come on Levi! It's one cup. I just need a little pick me up.  "

It was true, the amount of customers tended to hit a snag around this time of day. Perfect for an unofficial and unapproved break.

"Funny, I'm sure I've heard those exact words from a drug addict. There is a reason I don't let you back here. " He was now standing beside you with a towel, reaching into your space to clean the spilt coffee that hadn't made it into the drain.

"So dramatic" you groaned.

You watched as his arms moved to clean up the liquid, muscles moving in tandem with each other. His hair, which typically fell just over his ears, was now brushing across the front of his face. Such small details that should mean nothing yet never failed to send butterflies erupting in your stomach. You could hear him muttering under his breath, something about "-always having to clean up after you" and "Take better fucking care of yourself, could've been burned. "

Maybe it was your sleep-addled brain that caused you to reach out, or maybe it was shear stupidity, but either way, you found your hand drifting toward the distracted Levi.

Catching the movement in the corner of his eye, he stopped whipping up the mess and turned to you, curiously. Making eye contact, only breaking for quick glances at your slowly approaching hand. You felt drawn to Levi, as if you were attached to strings, forever pulling you toward him. Was it just you or are you closer than you were a few seconds ago?

His throat bobbed as you moved closer, he could feel your gaze burning into his skin. It's not that you'd never stared at him before. In fact he's caught you staring multiple times! It usually ended with some lighthearted banter and teasing, then back to work.

He could usually shake off the flush that your gaze brought on, but this time, he felt his body grow hot all over, struggling to force down the heat that was now beginning to take over his ears.

Your hand moved past his cheek and behind his ear, bringing a lock of hair with it and coming to a rest at his jaw. You let out a soft and slightly delirious chuckle, "You know Levi, you're really pretty" you whispered, as if a rise in volume would shatter the atmosphere between the two of you.

He was no longer struggling to keep down his blush, because it was now in full force. Completely caught off guard by your compliment, all he could respond with was some weird, strained sound that came from the back of his throat, although he tried his best to cut that off as soon as it started. Just as he was about to break away, he noticed the droopiness of your eyes and how unfocused they looked, and sighed.

He relaxed his posture slightly, now leaning against the counter behind him. "You need to stop staying up so late. It's making you delusional" he rolled his eyes finally breaking eye contact.

"Well actually, " you responded with a casual air to your voice. "science—the internet—says that geniuses tend to say up later than the average person"

"Actual science says sleep deprivation causes hallucinations" He crossed his arms, as if to put a barrier between the two of you.

"Those are some big words Levi, and I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to even pretend I heard them right"

"Go.To.Sleep." He groaned.

"Ya'know-" You placed your hands on either side of him, putting you weight on the counter "that's real funny coming from you Mr. Eye bags." You leaned closer.

Fuck. He should have broke away when he had the chance.

"I think I remember saying something similar a few weeks ago. Along the lines of 'One of these days you'll drop dead in the back room and I'll have to deal with the customers all on my own.' Does that sound about right?"

He cleared his throat, steadying his voice "Which was fucking stupid because I barely even interact with customers as is. Would barely change a thing." He said, tone still low, the tension still palpable between the two of you.

"Aw! But who would make sure I don't give myself third-degree burns?" You were closer now. Levi was having a hard time focusing, what with your face so close to his. He was trying, and failing, to ignore how well you bodies fit together, or how close your body was to his at all.

Meanwhile, you were also having quite a hard time focusing. You could feel his breath with how close you were. Watched as his eyes unconsciously flitted between your gaze and your lips. Your eyes scanned over his normally pale skin. Over his cheeks, which were currently a beautiful shade of red, over his dark eyelashes that seemed to flutter when he blinked.

You moved your hand to his chin and leaned in closer. Noses now brushing against eachother, prompting him to uncross his arms and place a hand on your shoulder, the other on the back of your neck. You responded in kind, moving your free hand to his waist, both you and Levi closing your eyes in anticipation of what would come next.

Ding

You were both interrupted by the bell from the front door of the cafe. Sighing, you began to move toward the front counter but were pulled back by a hand on your arm.

"They can wait 10 seconds" Clearly irritated by the interruption, he attempted to direct you back toward his lips. You stopped him, placing your right hand over his mouth.

Leaning closer, you moved passed his cheek, your breath tickling his ear. His grip or your arm tightened slightly, breathing heavily.

"If I were to kiss you right now I wouldn't be stopping anytime soon" You pressed your lips just under his ear, causing Levi to breathe in sharply. You pressed your forehead against his and smiled before withdrawing from his arms to tend to the awaiting customer. Leaving a flustered Levi in the back.

[booburry]

Still feeling trapped between the duality that is Sam Coe - Smutty Headcanon 2/??

Things I find myself considering when making this list:

He claims that he is wanting to be a better person for Cora, and although he had 12 (almost 13) years to get to where we see him in the game, I truly think he lived a life that is an absolute mirror of what we see now.

How fine his ass looks in his jeans 🍑

He said the bruise was worth it

Spoilers, 18+ (obvi)

Let's talk dirty, shall we? Cause it's 1am, I can't sleep, and I have Sam Coe's dick on my mind

Sam engages in dirty talk and has a vocabulary that ranges from soft and supportive to down right degrading.

He will happily use whatever range his partner is comfortable with.

He loves it when he is scolded for how much of a 'bad boy' he has been.

Outside of being in the act, he will frequently find moments to walk past you and whisper something dirty he wishes to do with or to you, accompanied by a smug wink or smirk as he walks away.

He will also crack as many jokes and say wise ass comments between positions or in those transitional moments in sex. Relentlessly.

He does not kink shame and is open to trying new things.

He would never outright admit it but he loves it when you take control, wear nothing but his cowboy hat and slowly ride him (immediately going to write this prompt into my fic or random one-shot because 🥵🫠)

He will make relentless jokes about his 'cockpit' and occasionally you would fuck in his (or yours) cockpit.

Sam definitely has a high tolerance for pain.

I also think, with the right partner he would enjoy being bound.

When in control he, without a doubt, wants to tie his partner up, blindfold and more.

He loves it when you grab his ass and even, if the mood is right, he enjoys a medium to hard smack.

Best believe he will slam you up against whatever object he is moving you two to next.

When/if having to make a preference, I think he would enjoy rough & intense sex the most.

But then again he is a total softy and would enjoy a slow, romantic evening of heavy petting and slow fucking - so I don't know!!

Do you understand how this man perplexes and intrigues me to no end??? Of course you do, you've made it this far.

Pillow talk is his second favorite part, especially when you tell him all the amazing ways he made you feel good.

His first favorite part is worshipping your body and warming you up either by your command or his.

If his choice/if he is in control, he will tease you and edge you until you are squirming and begging him to allow you to cum.

There are days where he will just want you to sit on his face until he's done with you.

The man wants at least 40 minutes with you (only covering round one of...???)

You also know he has a high as fuck sex drive. On the daily when you both are traveling alone.

When you two start becoming more hot and heavy, if not already fully resolved, he would have Lillian step up on parental duty for the added reason of having extended periods of alone time with you.

He tried Zero-G sex once and isn't keen on it unless it's something you really want (I hear him describing his experience as 'a whole lot of fun while...you know, but you just end up with fluids everywhere. Try cleaning that up on a ship.)

100% he enjoys being pegged and would ask for it in the applicable partnership.

If you have the option of putting your body weight on him or an object (ex: riding him on a bed), he will always insist you use him.

Time in Neon City in his youth = Orgies, Group Sex & more Orgies.

In a MMF setting, he would prefer to be the middle (prior to Cora as I think he would truly seek a monogamous relationship with anyone after she was born and he split with Lillian.)

Hope some varying level of the above thoughts align with your headcanon!

🤠

[darthpastry]

Disconnected FNaF Rambles.

It turns out listening to FNaF 6 theme right before trying to go to bed was not a good idea and I had random thoughts about FNaF lore both incredibly early this morning and at normal hours. Enjoy.

Springlock Incident:

At what point did William get springlocked? Obviously at least five children died first. But had CC died yet? I know it sounds crazy, now that it's not 1am I can't as easily justify it as even a theory, but had the location closed by the time he got springlocked, idk.

Was William still able to speak trough Psychic Friend Fredbear after he got springlocked? What if Psychic Friend Fredbear was an early version of Glitchtrap that William created. Like... he put an AI into the plush and somehow or something.

Did Michael start bullying CC after the two became orphans? Where was William during all that if not springlocked? Was he off killing another child? Was he just chilling in an office with Henry discussing the future of the franchise?

Ballora:

Interesting thing I learned is that there's an Irish folktale monster called the Balor that unleashes destruction when opening its eyes. From this, we can obviously deduce that Mrs. Afton is Irish. Kidding. Mostly. But. I mean... Moving on from the Balor.

Obviously, there's some sort of connection between Ballora and Mrs. Afton (I'll just call her Clara because it's easier). After all those theories about their connection then putting a Ballora-themed STAFF bot at the STAFton family table is Security Breach? There's a chance that it's a red herring, there always is, but come on.

The does only provide more questions, if she definitely is meant to be connected, we can assume one of three things:

Ballora is made to resemble Clara

Ballora is possessed by Clara

Both.

We also don't know how exactly Clara died. I have heard that it's generally accepted that she drove off a cliff because that was something from the books, but nothing's been confirmed in the games. For all we know, William killed her and forced her to possess Ballora.

Circus Baby:

Even more of a mini theory, what if Circus Baby wasn't actually made to kill kids? Still capture them, of course, but not kill them. Killing them like that wouldn't have really made sense for Afton unless he was trying to figure out how many souls could possess an animatronic at once, right? Plus, just grabbing them probably generate a decent amount of agony already. If they were kidnapped, they could be put into other animatronics or experimented on.

So why did Circus Baby kill Elizabeth? Pretty much no evidence for this, but perhaps she was too old. I think it's generally accepted she was around 8 when she got killed, but I wouldn't put it past William to be targeting kids younger than that. Most kids that old were probably told to stay away and William stupidly thought they would listen.

Possession vs. Agony:

Is there a difference in the franchise? I can firmly say maybe! I think so. Most likely. I hope so. Agony results in Remnant which attaches to AI while possession just... ghosts possessing animatronic endos. Agony gives life to the metal while possession gives it personality, I think.

You ever think about how Golden Freddy must be absolutely loaded with agony? We got Cassidy and CC from their traumatic deaths in there. Possibly Michael when CC got killed. Heck, maybe even the other bullies added some agony.

GGY:

Gonna jump forward to modern FNaF for the last ramble. If Gregory was possessed by Glitchtrap, why would Vanny attack him? Is Vanny even attacking him? Maybe he was breaking free from the control. If you look at Vanny's jumpscare animation, she doesn't exactly look like she's about to kill Gregory.

But if not killing him, then what? Maybe by coming close she allows Glitchtrap to fully take over Gregory's mind and the jumpscare is just causing Gregory to become Glitchtrap's puppet?

There's seriously no aggression to it. Even in the trailer, she had a scarier jumpscare and earlier in development she even carried a knife! I have seen people say it was because they weren't 'allowed' because it was 'too violent', but was that ever confirmed? How do we know the story didn't change and back when all that GGY hadn't been thought up?

Moral of the story: Don't listen to FNaF music at 1am.

[neos-schlond-poofa]

Garrance: How to Save a Life

I live laugh love Garrance and I once edited the first part. And ever since like one day, I listened to How to Save a Life by The Fray and went "omg..." AND WAS LIKE THATS THEM!! It was actually in like 2021 and it was me imagining if I had artistic talent and making a general MCD edit of it but slowly its turned into a predominantly Garrance theme song for me and like. I NEED TO SPREAD THIS AGENDA!! Just a heads up, its 1am for me rn, I don't remember everything the clearest, and I'm literally just rambling so it wont be too organized or have consistent grammar or writing styles. ANYWHO cue the music

Step one, you say we need to talk He walks, you say, "Sit down, it's just a talk" He smiles politely back at you You stare politely right on through Some sort of window to your right As he goes left and you stay right Between the lines of fear and blame You begin to wonder why you came OKAY SO LIKE THIS WHOLE FIRST PART I always envision it as late season 1 Garrance. Specifically when Garroth had his depressive episode (WHICH BY THE WAY GUYS WAS NOT HIM BEING AN INCEL!! IT WAS HIM BEING DEPRESSED AND MANIPULATED AND MOST LIKELY BRAINWASHED STOP VILLAINIZING HIM). Laurance did try to talk to him in that one episode, and it obviously didn't work. Laurance CARES about Garroth, like thats obviously super clear, and to see someone close to him randomly go into hiding and act all depressed is scary to him. And then... THE WINDOW TO YOUR RIGHT IS QUITE LITERALLY THE PORTAL TO THE IRENE DIMENSION!! Garroth goes left (to Zane) and Laurance stays right (to Aphmau). THE LINES OF FEAR AND BLAME? Laurance finds out that Garroth was tricked. He's scared of Garroth rn because he's literally insane but he blames himself too, not just for being part of the illusion that made Garroth become like this, but also because he wasn't there to help him out more maybe. He could've saved him, but he couldn't, and it still plagues him especially after he escapes the Irene Dimension. Garroth is all alone there with his brother who wants to kill him.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Yes this continues with the last part. But Laurance lost a friend here. Like. Not just by Garroth betraying them, but by him getting stuck in a dimension thats practically torture. And the bitterness? ITS THE BITTERNESS GARROTH WAS LOST IN!!! Laurance would stay up with Garroth all night... but he didn't know how to save a life.

Let him know that you know best 'Cause after all, you do know best Try to slip past his defense Without granting innocence Lay down a list of what is wrong The things you've told him all along And pray to God He hears you And I pray to God He hears you, and Alright this is were a lot more interpretation comes in because once Garroth returns, they interact like... TWICE??? The scene were Laurance goes out of character and hates on Aaron (although he had a point) and when he finally saw Garroth again but Aph was dressed as Zane. I also don't remember the ending of Season 2 that much; most of my strongest memories of MCD is Season 1. So like. Bear with me here. But this is Garroth to Laurance now. Laurance is now going insane. The calling (whatever that is because it is so unclear) is well... calling to Laurance. To me, Laurance's mental health is literally just spiraling. And Garroth, someone who has had his fair share of mental health struggles, wants to help. He knows best; he knows to talk to people, he knows the dark paths it can bring people. He's trying to get through to Laurance and telling him whats wrong, how he can help. But of course, in this situation, Laurance can't listen. He can't hear Garroth, and Garroth's close connection with the religion in MCD is a bonus for the final lines too.

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life Of course the chorus is back because I have to explain this perspective too. By now, I imagine Laurance has left. Garroth feels guilty; someone who helped keep Aphmau together while he was gone and someone he loved. This is really simple but like, I can't skip over this.

As he begins to raise his voice You lower yours and grant him one last choice Drive until you lose the road Or break with the ones you've followed He will do one of two things He will admit to everything Or he'll say he's just not the same And you'll begin to wonder why you came AND NOW THIS IS BOTH PERSPECTIVES!! It shows the parallels between their own journeys. Let's start with Garroth, since we have more stuff on him. Garroth was very defensive during his depressive episode and during the final episode of season 1, he has one final choice. Go with Zane, or come to his senses. And he does admit to everything, but at first, he said he's just not the same. BECAUSE HE WASN'T!! HE WAS SAD AND MANIPULATED. But for Laurance, he would also be defensive about this. His own self will is being stripped from himself because of weird Nether laws and he's spiraling. Garroth tries to help... but he simply can't. There is nothing he can do. OR MAYBE THERE IS?? Idk this is kind of just in my mcd rewrite universe and i like to imagine theres some way Laurance does get better but at the same time realistically... would he?? The nether is like so strong. Like how would he do that. But he does have a choice: either go to the Nether, or stay with his group. He can either admit it's hard, or he's just changed and leave. And now the final chorus and everything plays and its kind of the same as before... ive gotten increasingly more eepy during this writing and I hope my rambling style got my ideas across because this song literally got in my top 5 spotify wrapped because i kept imagining garrance angst to it. its so them god one day i need to share stuff about my rewrite. theres so much random stuff i have in there and this song is really important to it. i just like. GARRANCE RAHHH. my former interpretations of this song also had an aphmau perspective, which does entirely work; like. imagine the final verses is mirroring her own experiences with garroth AND laurance. i love garrancemau (SHE HAS TWO HANDS!! ignore how i also ship her with two more people too she can just hug them all at once) but i cant put it into this song as much as i used to because its so garrance. theyre so ugh i love my sad little gay men!! anyways toodles my rant here is done

[bandarrrrr]

A letter to someone whom I think needs it~

A letter to ✨Maalik✨, A letter to my 1am Maggi partner (online wale), A letter to my friend and first person jinke sath my music taste matched 99% , A letter to a fellow Rikhari ka diwana❤️‍🔥

Dear Maalik (that's what I call you😭)

I know you are not fine and your life seems to be at its lowest point, but I want you to keep your head up in confidence as always, like a fighter you are, A fighter who has fighted for too long, a fighter who deserve to rest, who deserves to be love.

I know you feel unloved and alone a lot of times, but I want you to remember that you are the person who makes the server active with his presence, a person jiski awaaz se sabko pyaar hai, ek aisa insaan jisne mere sath raat ke 12 baje online maggi banayi thi like that day was best one, Ek insaan who is loved by me and holds a special place in my heart Infact who is loved by everyone and holds special place in everyone's heart, a person who would burn the world for everyone who is close to him. Yes you have a great importance in everyone's life, you hold a great importance in my life.

I know you can't move on from your past, but I want you to tell that ~ "There is no future in past" So stop hurting yourself for someone who doesn't even care, You will meet a lot of girls who will cherish you, who will actually do anything for you, Usse bhi behtar you will find your Miss Right, jo sirf aapke liye ho gi, to sab Kanha ji pe chor do, sab samay par chor do.

And last but not the least some songs, cause you love em, par ye mera music taste hai so lower expectations,

Sorry for writing this letter in your ask box kabhi blog pe bhi daalungi par abhi isse kaam chala lo.

From

Phoolon ki rani 😋

Tammu you don't even know what this letter means to me, yeah I am going through a lot of shit right now but I'll be fine, haa mere se interact nhi Kiya jaata when I am suffering, I love suffering alone I guess, them you for thinking so much about me, you are too apsara of our server and you have a very special place in my heart aswell, and yes, Rikhari to pyaar hai hum dono ka and no, no song in the list was bad, I love them all

[cloudbells]

Yall it's edging towards 1am and here I am literally sobbing my eyes out about SteveNat.

There's this line in AOT where Ymir goes "I don't care what that says about me. You guys wouldn't know what it's like....she knows that a shifty person I am, but she still smiles at me."

And with my stony brainrot, of course I immediately went to connecting it to Tony, like duh. And then I started thinking about how much it fits Bucky and Steve too...maybe even a little more. But then my brain hit a goldmine when I thought about this literally just being Natasha. Like I can barely type right now because my eyes are so blurry FUCK.

Cause in Bucky's case (in the MCU at least....616 Bucky is more of a Natasha situation) he was quite literally brainwashed and didn't have control. Like, physically didn't have control. Tony's situation is more....fluid, but he still wasn't Natasha who was groomed into a master assassin and remained that way up until Clint intervened. She's done some wicked stuff directly, and again, not really her fault, but she doesn't see it that way - or rather, she's absolutely incapable of forgiving herself completely for her past.

Holy hell, I could only imagine the things her and Steve talked about post-Civil War. Even post-CATWS. And Steve definitely has a clear idea of the things she's done before she joined SHIELD....but it doesn't matter to him. And that's how he is with all the Avengers. It's not what they used to be, but who they are currently. And that must hit Natasha extra hard. You could tell during that conversation where he confirmed he trusts her. Such an important scene.

Okay Imma stop here cause I need to sleep but gosh. I love her so much. I love STEVE so much. Everyone loves Steve.

(Side note: I almost made a similar post for Steve and Bruce or Steve and Wanda but the Nat feels got to me. Plus there's a lot more evidence to pull from with Nat.)

(Side, side note: I still am thinking so hard about this being Tony and Steve....I can never escape the stony thoughts.....)

[excaliburssword]

Crack theory on Aric's dad (obviously contains spoilers) (part 1??)

Like said in the title, this I gonna be absolute chaos, and literally some of it (maybe all of it) might not make any literal sense.

As the SGE bookworms out there know, in book 6 when Sophie, Bettina, etc. were walking in that one wizard tree scene with all of those "flowers", one of them had urged Sophie to open it up, and as a reward, it would reveal who Aric's father was.

From that moment on, something automatically clicked that his father may actually be a big part in the plot of the series, since Soman can't possibly be stupid enough to just throw that question in out of no where.

It'll probably be revealed who it actually is further on in the Rise series, but I'm trying to collaborate why out of all people, Soman chose Hook to be one of the main character(ish) in the book.

It could be because it was later revealed that he was Hort's father, or it was just because Soman wanted some angsty tension between Rafal and Rhian.

I really don't know why yet, (it's 1am and I haven't read the series in a while, so feel free to cringe behind your scenes if I state something wrong all of a sudden), but he's obviously going to be developed as a character further on in Rise.

Aric's appearance and background

It was stated that Aric's eyes are (were *wink, wink*) a lethal violent tint, and he has spiky "raven-black" hair along with pale skin, all in reference to Lady Lesso's appearance too, so he obviously adapted her looks.

It's also explained how he grew up in Bloodbrook, which may I remind you, where Hort grew up in (is that where some pirates were too, or was that just Neverland? Cause if there were some pirates in Bloodbrook, that can also be more proof that Hook was Aric's father too *sorry, again I haven't read it in a long time*) 😅

I'm not saying that just because he grew up in Bloodbrook, it automatically turns him into Hort's step-sibling, because that's literally like saying Anadil and Hort can be SibLIngS too.

(Totally irrelevant, but Hort also had "Raven-black" hair. Prob one of the least important points that link back to Aric, but oh well, it's better than nothing).

Ever-never handbook hints

In the "frequently asked questions" chapter, there's literally a question of Dovey answering to literally "who was Aric's father?"

She answered with "a hulking, well-muscled man" had apparently come to the School's gates, asking for Lady Lesso, to which the Dean had refused to see him right after Dovey explained his appearance.

At the end, it said something like "he's out there in the Woods alive, just waiting," or something similar.

Seriously, Soman, how obvious are you willing to make it for the readers that we all already know his dad as a character, just not who he exactly is yet?...

Aric's relationship with Rafal

Sometimes I wonder how the hell these two came to be BudDiEs fOrevEr during book 3.

Was it because Rafal liked watching Aric pick on his mother as "revenge", or because he knew who his father was, and they had an unstable-but-okayish-sort-of-friendship in the past. (Maybe it did refer to why Rafal gave Aric the becoming the second dean, and I just don't remember lmao).

And besides, apparently those two even conspired to create uniforms together according to the Ever Never Hand Book💀

How on Earth can Rafal be "close" to the son of a woman we all saw he was annoyed at?

Linking back to my two points above, it was either because they bonded over the love of talking sh about Aric's poor mother, or Rafal knew who Aric's dad was all along.

And thus brings an end to this exceedingly long theory (remember, it's supposed to be chaotic, and I'm probably 90% wrong, but you never know...)

I'm tired asf right now, and it's exactly 1:39am now, (it really took me 39 minutes to write all of this, and it probably has errors everywhere, but oh well).

[merulanoir]

Fuck this insomnia, seriously.

For reasons, I'm trying to quit the meds I've been on for many years. They cause so much weight gain that the benefit of sleep is getting overshadowed with other health bullshit. I simply can't afford to ignore that any longer.

I know this isn't a zero-sum game. It won't get sorted out in a week or two. I also know that now (during the summer when I don't have as much obligations) is the best possible time to do this, but by G-d this still sucks ass.

I got good sleep for two nights, preceded by two nights of maybe three-four hours, and now it's past 1am and I've been trying to sleep for over three hours. Good times.

[ducknotinarow]

// feel I should address the curret state of the blog and why i just havent had anything the past few days.

for the second point uwu a bitch be tried cause waking up at 1am aint fucking easy XD so I sleep in till 2am at best but dont give me much time for anything like before. annnnnd its be a draining week plus some bullshit I wont go into u-u so I just been a tad to tried. I dont really have a staple plan on when i'll write like a schudeal or anything cause admittedly I saw me not writing every day did let me do other stuff too which was nice. I don't plan to go back to posting every day but I still wanna post often soo for now! imma see about when I feel like writing and do it then.

Not set certain days up per say cause mt work schedule a tad screwy this time of year and don't normally get normal again tile march at best. soo for now i'll be figuring it out mostly and update if I feel something solid sticks? My idea is every other day maybe. Or at best four days a week? XD this is why I hadn't said nothing really cause I dunno i was just gonna go with the flow and see what I do? I may make a post on days replies are set at least? I still like using a que personally after all if that seems like a good way to go?

but I think i'll still post fun things between and be a tad more interactive with my muses just let them comment on things going on uwu I done it here and there and I dunno it just fun for small junk ya know? okay im done rambling XDD

[crosswordgf]

its past 1am and i still havent done any of the readings for the seminar that starts at 10 tomorrow and im still like eh i'll get to it........... like genuinely i could skip and it'd just give me time to read more which is good but i 1) want human interaction and 2) don't want to realize i can skip whenever cause thats a slippery slope. so i guess my plan is to get up early tommorow and do the reading then but i KNOW i'll be too sleepy and just stay in bed... problems and issues and so on

[diary-of-a-would-be-success]

Hmmm

Hi Josh, I cried all night. Why do I always feel betrayed? Why don't I have people that can stand by me. Maybe asking for selfless friends is too much, but why can't people in my life just reciprocate how I feel and act towards them? Is that too much to ask? Is something wrong with me? Yesterday I had to borrow money from a loan shark app - 12,000. I needed to send mom 10,000 and I didn't have any cash in hand. I had requested for a withdrawal from one of my accounts of 60,000 that takes just a day to arrive. But I had to borrow from an app that charges you 20% interest in 2 weeks. I have friends who I've helped in thier own hard times in every way, but I cannot count on any one of them, especially those who I've helped the most. I have friends who do nothing for me. Our entire relationship is about what I get to do for them. What is wrong with me exactly? I'm a lonely young man, not by choice. But I've settled with the fact that although I'm the brother that will stand beside everyone, I cannot count on anyone. I run awya from that fact as much as I can, and I tried to yesterday. But I couldn't sleep for hours and I broke down at around 1am when I just surrendered to the fact - I'm by myself. I need to truly be alone, I need to accept this and let everyone go, start afresh. But how can I do that to them? How will I help them if I let them go? See what I'm saying? I'm thinking of letting people who are never truly there for me go and I feel like I'm doing something bad. What is wrong with me?

It's alright. I got consoled when I realized there's one person that perfectly understands my position; the one person whose best friends betrayed and denied, the one person who does good for everyone but everyone around him is there because of what they get from him, or because they have to. I got consoled in the image of Jesus in that night when Peter denied him and walked away. That's the only reason I could sleep.

But it's a new day. The fact that you exist is proof that I did get past this. So, we keep going. I did everything I planned for yesterday and worked more than I had planned. I just realized today that I've no longer been adding "avoid lust" to my daily tasks, it has become too easy that it almost isn't a problem. I've been saying no to both thoughts and people. Well, I've not been saying 'no' to people exactly, I'm too nice to do that. I've just been telling stories and giving excuses to get out of lustful situations. It's easy now because I'm in a moment of strength, but if I continue like this they will get me in my weak times. I really don't want to cause anyone pain.

But I know enough now to know that this is a dangerous place to be in. If I'm not careful, I'll be back in masturbation, pornography and lust. It's important to keep it in my mind for now. I just had a different thought: maybe I need to put something else in my thoughts. How do you keep the opposite of lust in your mind while also not ignoring the potential for lust?

What would I have done by the end of today? I'd have: spent 3 hours in reserach work (there's currently no electricity, but I will if it comes) spent 30 minutes reading a book dropped all devices by 10pm actively avoided lust in all its forms started researching data for the essay competition (more about it tomorrow)

The more progress I make the more I see that I need to do. Is this normal?

Anyway, see you later.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Having god awful insomnia lately but it is so fun to see you on my dash at these hours so that's nice, at least. -Rotten Anon

I'm sorry that you're having insomnia :( I have experienced really terrible insomnia before - mainly before I got on the right birth control that helped a lot of my symptoms, so I definitely know how shitty and awful it is

When I was in high school, I used to go for up to four days without sleeping. There was times when I took tests and had them handed back to me graded without remembering that I took the fucking test in the first place

One time I went an entire weekend without sleeping - Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and on Sunday, my mom invited me to go antique shopping with her - and I thought that getting out and doing some activity would finally make me exhausted enough to fall asleep. So I went with her and I ended up staring into a random mirror for ten minutes thinking it was a portrait of someone who looked eerily like me (a la the Haunted Mansion - how the deceased bride from years ago has a portrait that looks a lot like the modern wife). Shit was bonkers

Luckily, now, even if I don't always sleep well and sleep is still something I struggle with, my body does get exhausted enough to TKO after like 48 hours. Which I consider lucky after the hell of being awake for like 78 hours and feeling like I can smell colours and not being able to fall asleep no matter what I try

But right now, I am on such a weird sleep schedule. Which does happen to me often. My ideal sleep schedule is going to bed at light 9pm (I am not even kidding) and waking up comfortably at 6am or 7am. I like having some quiet time to myself before everyone else gets up - cause that's usually when I get a lot of writing done. Even if I wake up at like 4am when it's still dark out, I don't mind that, because I can get that peaceful alone time - I know a lot of people prefer to do that at like 1am-3am after everyone else falls asleep, but I don't really like that because I don't like to have my alone time after I have done a full day of activities and I'm already exhausted. At that point I would rather just sleep lmao

But to me, prime time for peaceful alone time is from 3am-8:30am before everyone else gets up and starts their day - I can get breakfast, watch TV, fuck around, and I get a lot of writing done during this time.

But because of my illness, my 'schedule' is not even a schedule. At any given of the month, I could be waking up at 9am or 9pm and going to bed at 5pm or 5am. I literally have no schedule whatsoever (which my online posting reflects lmao)

For the past few days, I have been going to sleep midafternoon - at like 1pm, 2pm, 3pm and waking up at MIDNIGHT. which is my least fucking favourite time to wake up ever. it's too late to eat dinner with my family so I end up eating cereal or something for dinner? and it's waaay to 'early' to call it 'morning' - and I end up being tired for BED by fucking lunch time. ass oclock time to wake up

but I have been taking advantage of it in order to work on a fic lmao. yesterday I wrote 3k on a fic - and if I keep up that pace, then I'll have another finished oneshot in order to be edited and posted later (because editing is the part that takes up the most braincells. I can't do that shit right now)

ANYWAY I HAVE BEEN RAMBLING SO MUCH OMG. I am glad that my presence online is making you smile <333