#I know it is stupid and won't help and that I just need to be a bit more patient to learn but ugh

[foxxear]

It honestly reminds me of how when smartphones took over, nobody could go back, because the phone became so integrated into how they do everything. When a convenience or quality of life thing becomes part of your "normal", it becomes extremely hard and distressing to lose it... and even if you could handle it in the end, you will not generally feel like you could. The difference with smartphones is, they improved a lot of things that probably aren't bad to improve. It became easier to contact each other, easier to access a library of information, easier to access maps, a permanent calculator and flashlight, on and on. None of this is destructive to being a competent human being. AI is removing the need for basic competence that, I swear to god, we need if we're to have a functioning and growing society. People have to be smart to better their world. With AI, I have never seen anything so capable of making people just plain dumb and non functioning. AI prevents you from needing social skills, artistic skills, feeds you false information, steals from artists, wrecks the environment while it does so, and currently operates at a financial loss. It is genuinely like a cancer on society. I'm pretty horrified.

There are ways this technology could help society a lot, but its current implementation is terrible. I feel similarly about how social media, enabled so much by smartphones, is a lot of bad implementation of good ideas. Putting the whole world in rapid communication COULD be a factor in solving global utopia, in a way that simply wasn't possible before. The problem is that social media is built to be profitable under capitalism, not better the world, so it recklessly enables bad actors. You can make thousands of dollars by making people angry on purpose... that is a broken system. Not to mention, the rapidness of modern digital media is wrecking our attention spans. The last thing we needed in the middle of all this, is AI coming in to bolster stupidity, disrupt communication, harm the arts, wreck the environment, and boost the world's debt. It's so awful I can't believe it. I am not a panicky, defeatist, or pessimistic person. But I know what I'm looking at, and it's not good. The technology we have at our disposal is improving too quickly for the world to keep up with the dangers presented, and it is wrecking people. This kind of thing has happened before in world history, and the situation tends to hit something akin to rock bottom before it gets better. Hopefully that won't be necessary here, if we all fight against it. Remind me to post something positive next.

the scariest thing about the generative AI thing is how quickly people have accepted it as an indefinite, irrevocable part of their reality. people have genuinely convinced themselves that ChatGPT is the only solution to most tasks - tasks they did with their own brain without any large effort two years ago. like you know damn well all of us used to write emails ourselves why are we pretending like this is an impossible task to do with your own two hands. what's with the fucking. AI revisionism. i feel like i am going insane.

[loveroffemmes]

Picking Sides | Mari Ibarra x Fem! Reader

warning: one-shot with smut, situationship, jealousy, jealous sex, possessiveness, possessive sex, both of your first times, fingering

summary: mari and shauna won't stop fighting and you keep having to break it up. mari's pissed that you don't defend her, she's pissed because she feels like shauna's caught your eye. maybe it's time to talk about the feelings you guys refuse to ever address.

this is my favorite thing that I've written on here!! wooo :)

"I fucking hate her." Mari grumbles. Shauna had tackled Mari and bit her during our 'capture the flag' game; so here I was, kneeled in front of Mari, cleaning her wounds.

"It's just a game." I hum in response, dabbing the blood from Mari's leg.

Mari huffs, "You always take her side! She fucking bit me!"

"I don't always take her side. I can tell she's going through a lot, ever since Jackie died---"

Mari cut me off by shoving me away from her, "Fuck off, (Y/n)! I don't need you to help me. I don't need to hear you excuse her! You're supposed to be my friend, not kissing up to that psycho."

"Mari, I-I'm sorry. I'm trying to not make things worse out here."

"Then, take my side! Oh, my god, (Y/n), fuck the peace!" Before I could respond to her outburst, Mari had already stomped off to her tent. Things have been tense between her and I since then. I wish she could understand where I was coming from. I wish she could understand that I'm trying to protect her. Shauna has gotten worse and worse lately and I understand why, but Mari being the target of it all worries me.

Mari ignored me for the rest of the day, mostly staying in her hut until it was time for our winner's dinner.

I sat next to Mari at the table and she scoffed. Shauna came over to us with Mari's soup in her hand. Mari shot her a sly smirk, "It feels good to be a winner." She gloated and Shauna smirked back at Mari, leaning over the bowl in her hands and spitting in it. Mari's eyes went wide, "Did you just spit in my fucking soup?" She growls, standing up so she's face to face with Shauna. I get up too, already getting in the middle of them. Shauna throws the soup to the ground, her hands reaching for Mari. I put a hand on both of their chests and push them away from each other (stop the fighting!), "She spit in my fucking soup, (Y/n), move!" Mari shouted, her hands reaching to try and hit Shauna.

Natalie and Taissa stood up, rushing to help me break Mari and Shauna apart. Shauna was held back by Natalie and Taissa as Mari walked back to her hut, a string of curse words left in her path. I followed and went into her hut with her, "What the fuck do you want, (Y/n)?" Mari spat.

"I wanted to make sure you're okay--"

"If you actually gave a fuck about me, (Y/n), then you would've done something."

"I did do something, I stopped Shauna from killing your ass!"

"You know that's not what I meant. You should've fucking hit her or at least let me hit her!" Mari yells before sighing, "You...it's like you're taking her side all over again. Before the crash, I remember when that girl shoved me to the ground during a game and you threatened to punch her. I knew you were never going to actually hit her, but you still stood up for me instead of standing between me and her and telling us to stop like you’re doing now."

"That was back then, things are different now, Mari."

"When the plane crashed, I was the first person you looked for. When Coach Ben set the cabin on fire, you made sure I made it out okay. When Lottie was doing her stupid rituals and I was being an idiot and following them, you went with me to make sure I wouldn't get hurt. When I got into that dumb fight with Melissa, you shoved her and told her to fuck off. You were always on my side and now it's like...it's like Shauna's bullshit has seeped into your brain and turned you against me!"

"Mari..."

"No! You don't get to 'Mari' me. You don't get to act like things haven't changed! So, what is it? What is it about Shauna that makes you prefer her?" Mari began to tear up, turning away from me completely so I wouldn't see.

"Prefer her? What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Mari's voice cracked, it was unusual for her to be so unstoic, "Don't make me say it. You know that there's something between us, (Y/n), even if neither of us could ever admit it out loud."

"I don't--"

"Just stop! Don't make me feel crazy, you're the one thing in this place actually keeping me sane. Don't act like those stupid foraging trips we went on together every night alone meant nothing or when we slept next to each other every night in the cabin or when you got drunk at that party and almost kissed me!" Mari was basically shouting at this point, her back still turned to me.

I reached out and touched her shoulder, "Mari, I--"

She wouldn't let me get a word out. She turned around, continuing, "Tell me what it is about Shauna that makes me so easy to throw away!” If there was one thing about Mari that never changed after the crash, it was her stubbornness. 

“Can you shut up and listen to me?!” 

Mari crossed her arms over her chest, childishly tapping her foot, “What?” She demanded.

“I’m not throwing you away! I wasn’t lying when I said I was trying to keep the peace. I was scared of you getting hurt, Mari. I know you act like you can handle whatever Shauna throws at you, but I know you better than that and I know her better than that. You saw what happened to Javi, I am terrified that you’re going to end up…” I didn’t finish my sentence, Mari knew I was right, even if she was too stubborn to admit it. The air was thick and all we could do was stare at each other. 

Mari broke the silence between us, “There’s one thing you forgot to mention…” Mari looked down at her feet, clearly embarrassed, “Us.” Mari and I talked about everything together. We talked about the night on shrooms, we talked about the plane crash, we talked about every feeling or secret we had, but we never talked about us. At least, not until Mari had mentioned it, “I always felt like you protected me because you cared about me, but also because you…liked me.” Mari shook her head, as if to rid herself of her own immature thoughts, “So, to see you protect Shauna, I feel like there has to be something there.” I could tell Mari was getting worked up again, she had an obvious tell; her eyes would never leave yours, her brows would furrow ever so slightly, and SHE NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT, “Your little romance with Shauna is pissing me off and me being pissed off about it has nothing to do with how I feel about you, it’s just that it’s ruining my life!”

“You are so dramatic, Mari, you know I’m not into Shauna!” 

Mari stepped forward, our faces almost touching, “Then, prove it.” She challenged. 

I opened my mouth to question what exactly she meant and Mari had stopped me by doing the one thing neither of us had dared to do before. 

She kissed me. 

Her lips crashed into mine, not caring about knocking teeth or bumping noses. Her fingers dig into my jaw almost like she’s scared that this will end if her grip loosens even a little bit. The kiss isn’t gentle, it’s rough. It’s filled with years of desperation; of looking, but never touching. Of pretending like we’re just friends. Of everything we were scared of because we didn’t want to lose our friendship. Her mouth parts slightly and her tongue is pushing it’s way into my mouth. She presses our lips together harder, not wanting an inch of space between us. She bites my bottom lip — hard. She pulls away, pressing her forehead to mine as she takes a deep breath, “Take off your shirt.” 

“W-What?”

“You heard me, take off your shirt.” Mari says, more firmly this time, “I’m going to make you forget all about that psycho.” I don’t try to disagree with Mari this time, I know she’s far too set in her ways to even listen to reason. Instead, I separate from her and lift my shirt over my head. I can feel the cold wind coming into the tent, I can feel the goosebumps forming along my skin. Mari’s lips ghost over my neck and in an instant, her teeth are sinking into my neck. One of her hands is firmly planted on my hip while the other is entangled in my hair, ensuring that I can’t possibly move away from her. Mari sucks the skin of my neck harshly, making sure that everyone would be able to see the hickeys tomorrow. She sucks until my skin aches, mumbling as she does so, “Everyone’s going to know. That bitch will know you’re mine.” To emphasize her words, Mari bites down even harder and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can feel Mari’s sly smirk on my skin as she kisses down to my chest, biting and sucking my collarbone. She licks her lips right before she leaves hickies along the edge of my bra, not letting any inch of skin of mine go unmarked. Mari pulls away, staring at her work and smiling like an idiot. 

Mari’s eyes move back to mine, hers are so big and full of adoration that it makes my heart ache, “I like you!” Mari blurts out. 

I blush and smile. My hand moves to her jaw, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, “I know that, Mari.” I laugh. 

“Well, I just…I think you should say it back…since you didn’t say it before.” Mari sheepishly mumbles. She is so cute, but so dumb. 

“I like you too, Mari.” Mari exhales, her posture more relaxed now as if me letting her leave fifty million hickeys on me was not enough proof that I was into her. 

“Now, time to get that bra off!” Mari not so smoothly says and I drop my hand from her face, shifting it to her shoulder so I can playfully shove her, “Hey! I’m serious.” She pouts. I hate that I find those big, brown eyes to be so irresistible especially since they are attached to the biggest idiot I know. I can’t help but listen to her, I reach my arms behind my back and begin to unclip my bra when Mari stops me, “W-Wait, I want to do it.” My arms drop to my sides and Mari’s hands quickly replace where mine had just fallen from. She unclasps my bra and takes it off, her mouth slightly agape as she takes in the sight in front of her. The sight of me, topless and covered in hickeys left by her. 

Mari’s hands move to my chest; groping, squeezing, cupping any bit of it that she can. Her actions are rough and not at all smooth, but the look on her face is so loving that her rugged movements do nothing but turn me on even more. Mari’s fingers circle my nipples as her eyes watch me, studying every reaction. Her thumb and index finger close around my nipple as Mari watches for what actions makes me moan the loudest, “Fuck, you really sound like that? I must be good at this.” This cocky idiot. I can’t help but roll my eyes causing Mari to pinch once more, her smirk growing bigger as my moans get louder. 

“Mari, I need you.” 

“Y-You want to…go all the way?” Mari hesitantly asks, her eyes lighting up. I nod, too embarrassed to say any more and Mari’s hands drop from my chest, “You have to answer or I won’t know!” 

Liar. She just wants to hear me say it, “I want to have sex with you, Mari.” 

Mari grins, her entire face beaming, “Undress.” She says. I begin removing my shorts and panties as Mari removes the makeshift winner’s cape from her shoulders and sets it down on her bedding, attempting to provide some more cushion to it. Mari turns back to face me, her eyes raking over my body, “Fuck.” Her words are breathless, her hands reaching out to touch any part of me. Her hands land on my waist and she pulls me in, her lips finding mine in the first gentle action of the night. We kissed as we lowered onto Mari’s questionable sleeping arrangements. 

Mari’s hands slide down my stomach, to my thighs, inching up to my center. Her fingers grazed over my folds and she broke the kiss to look at them. She held them up to her face and repeatedly separated her index and middle finger, watching the wetness collected on them string across, “That wet just from me kissing you?”

“You did a lot more than just kiss me!” I argue, my face heating up as Mari giggled. 

Her fingers returned to my thighs and Mari’s breathing faltered, “I don’t…I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Mari nervously admits, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. 

I blush, stammering, “T-Try doing…what you do to yourself to me.” I suggest and Mari nods, determined. 

Her fingers inch closer and closer and I can feel my body aching for her touch. Her other hand moves to my hip, helping to steady me. Her thumb ghosts over my clit and my thighs shake, “Did…Did that feel good?” Mari nervously asks.

“R-Really good.” 

Mari smiles and her thumb grazes my clit with more confidence, her touch becoming firmer. Her index finger slips lower, her thumb still rubbing my clit, and she slides her finger inside me. I arch into her touch, “Is this okay?” I nod and Mari begins to move her finger. She’s gentle and slow, almost like speeding up would somehow break me. Mari’s lips drift to my neck again; however, this time, she isn’t biting down or sucking – she’s leaving soft kisses along the skin, trying her best to keep me relaxed as she adds a second finger. 

“Mari!” The moan slips from my lips and Mari’s fingers instinctively curl inside me. I jerk against her hand, beginning to grind my hips in sync with her thrusts. Her movements became more and more confident, her fingers moving perfectly inside me – it was hard to believe it was her first time. Mari was more determined than she had ever been, the moans of her name spurring her on as she eagerly fucked me. The only sound echoing in this small tent is my moans and Mari’s wet fingers gliding in and out of me, “Mari, I’m close.” I moan, my hips jerking into her hand even more. I can’t help it, it feels like I need Mari’s fingers more than I’ve ever needed anything. I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach and it doesn’t take long before I’m tightening around Mari’s fingers. Her thrusts slow down, but her thumb keeps a consistent pace on my clit. 

“You look so pretty, (Y/n).” Mari breathes out as she watches me unfold under her. I moan nothing but her name as I come on her fingers. Mari’s movements slow down, helping me ride out my orgasm. Once I finish, Mari slowly takes her fingers out and smiles at me, “You are so hot.” I blush, too out of breath to respond. 

Mari lays down next to me, her arms wrapping around me and pulling my back flush against her, “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Mari says, kissing my shoulder, “This is where you tell me I’m amazing too.” 

I laugh, as does Mari, “You were amazing too, Mari.” I reply, breathless.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments; both recovering from everything that had taken place today, not only in the last two hours, but this whole day. That was until Mari broke the silence, "We make a way better couple than that psycho and her dumb hat-wearing girlfriend." Mari mumbles, placing another kiss on my shoulder, “We’re basically the it couple of the huts.”

“You did not seriously just say that.” 

“You can’t cringe at the words that leave my mouth now when this mouth was just all over you.” Mari happily responds. 

I roll my eyes, “And since when did we become a couple? I don’t recall you asking me to be your girlfriend.” 

Mari’s eyes widen and her jaw drops, it’s the most shocked I’ve ever seen her look, “You’re really still into Shauna after all of that?! I put my best work into you! Even when my hand started cramping, I didn’t make a single noise!” 

“I am banning you from ever mentioning Shauna again, you idiot.” I turn to face Mari, pecking her lips before continuing, “I am only into you, Mari.” 

I can feel Mari relaxing in my arms, “Promise?” 

Mari lifts up her pinky finger and I interlock it with mine, “I promise.”

“Does this mean we’re dating?” 

“Yes, idi–”

“Stop calling me that! If anything, I’m way smarter than you.”

I smirk, knowing what I was about to say would win this faux argument, “Melissa said you chipped your tooth on your vibrator.” 

Mari gasped, “No way my girlfriend is engaging with gossip about me!” 

“Girlfriend?” 

Mari playfully hit me, “Deny it one more time and I’m spitting in your soup.”

“Fine, I’m Mari Ibarra’s girlfriend.” Mari happily sighs, her arms wrapping around me once more. She felt more relaxed than she ever had, as though that label had managed to fill every single need she ever had. 

Masterlist

[x-prettyboy-x]

Clean you up

Established relationship! Erik × reader

Hello again, I felt bad for what I did to you guys in the first one, so i wrote an alternative version💕again, I am not a writer, so forgive me for how bad this is🫶🏻

Pairing: Erik Campbell x reader

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, obviously spoilers

No gendered language used:)

851 words

Erik was never the type to show he was in pain, when he'd come home from his shift at the tattoo shop and casually mentioned the fire and the fact he'd been branded and you know.. almost died, talking as if it was nothing, you freaked out. He'd grabbed your face with the most gentle care he could manage- you took note of his shaking hands- and whispered reassurances to you.

"Baby, I'm fine, I kicked deaths ass. Maybe I'm just invincible, huh? And the brand is pretty fuckin sick" He'd laughed, and that laugh is what managed to calm you down.

You'd been pacing back and forth in the living room when everyone came back from the hospital, Stefani and Charlie first, then their mom and Bobby, then Erik. Looking more terrified than you'd ever seen him. His entire body shaking, blood trailing down his nose and mouth and staining the front of his shirt.

Stefani quickly walked over and grabbed your shoulders carefully, knowing you were seconds from a full on mental breakdown.

"Hes okay. We cheated death. We're all safe, we cleared the list. It was a.. beyond stupid idea but Erik managed to kill Bobby and bring him back. He got.. hurt in the process but its nothing deadly, okay? He refused help at the hospital. He just wanted you."

You wanted nothing more than to ask what the hell she meant by he killed Bobby, but seeing yours boyfriend's face, you'd have to wait to be curious.

You were hesitant as you walked over and grabbed Erik's hand, like he was a wounded deer that would get up and run away at any sudden movement. You'd carefully pulled him into his room and set him on the bed, grabbing the first aid kit from his closet- your idea, not his. You'd demanded it after the fire- and moving to sit next to him to address what was wrong.

"You wanna tell me what hurts?" You'd whispered, your voice shaking. You didnt wanna cry, didnt wanna make him anymore distressed.

He didnt reply, just pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. You looked him over and noticed his ears first, the rings missing and the lobes ripped in half, then his nose, then his nipples. You winced under your breath and just silently started to clean the wounds you could see.

"I thought.. I was gonna die. I was gonna die and Bobby would die because of me. It was my idea, I made him eat the stupid fuckin peanut butter cup and took his epi pen. I promised I'd bring him back. He almost died because of me." His words were so quiet they were almost inaudible.

So that's what Stefani meant. It still didnt explain how he ended up hurt, clearly more had happened than he would say. But you won't push, not rightnow.

You cleaned up the wounds the best you could and set the first aid kit aside, sighing shakily as you looked him over. "Kiki, you need to go to the hospital, let them stich you up. It shouldn't be too bad since the wounds are small, but you need to-"

"No hospitals. I don't wanna step foot in another hospital. Not now." He was quick to cut you off, and you fell silent.

He pulled you into his lap before the silence went onto too long and you froze, looking down at him.

"I'll worry about it later.. Just want you. Bobby almost died because of me and I was close to never seeing you again."

You sighed and ran a hand through his hair carefully. Erik took a deep breath and just rested his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.

"Tell me what happened, baby.. please."

You listened carefully as he explained everything, Iris's friend telling them the only way to survive this was to die and come back, or to kill someone and take the years they had left. He told you the plan he'd come up with. He told you about how the mri machine had ripped out his piercings, how he'd been pulled into it, how a nurse had rushed in to turn the machine off just in time. He told you how the only thing he could think about was Bobby suffocating next to him, while he could do nothing about it.

Even now, he was more upset about the fact Bobby was in danger, he couldn't care less about his own pain, about how he almost died. Again.

"This isn't your fault, you did it, right? Bobbys fine.. everyone's fine, thanks to you. You saved everyone left on the list. You kicked deaths ass again.." you'd said the words with a small smile on your face, hesitant as you added, "And at least you got to keep your favorite piercing"

You were trying to lighten the mood a little, hopefully make him feel even just a little better. And it'd worked. You'd felt him let out a small laugh from where he was laying on your chest. And like before, that's all it took to finally calm you.

[rosenclaws]

Ok Rose. I gotta ask you the big question. Since I know we both love Logan AND Disney…how would each Logan act during a trip to Disney (can be Land or World) with their SO?

Gotta combine our two loves together 🤭

Hi lex!! omg I love this idea sm and I am picking disneyland bc thats my home park and i love it sm

Origins Logan -

He's pretty much your bag carrier lmao. He's got your bag, your jacket, pretty much anything you don't wanna hold he will. He's seen some disney movies like Snow White and Pinocchio but the park is a whole lot different in the 70's. He really likes Country Bear Jamboree low key and the main street electrical parade. I don't know why but I feel like he hates drop rides or that feeling on rollercoasters so he's such a wimp when it comes to Space Mountain. He loves the turkey legs and he will NOT wear a mouse hat. You try and try but he won't do it. He doesn't really like the fireworks but he sticks it out for you. The two of you hang back down main street and you try and help soothe his overstimulation by rubbing circles into the back of his hand.

Trilogy Logan -

Could you imagine a like, X-Mansion field trip to Disneyland. The chaos omg. Logan is a chaperone forced to go by Charles and you and him are in charge of his favorite students because they're the only ones he can handle. They drag him on every ride and beg him to buy them snacks and even though he says he's not a bank or that they only get one souvenir but he so caves and buys them whatever they want. Jubilee buys Logan beast themed ears and makes you wear the belle ones and they totally call you their parents the whole day. He hates rollercoasters but gets dragged onto at least thunder mountain. The matterhorn hurts his back and he fucking HATES small world. That is literally his worst nightmare. Stuck in a dark slow moving boat ride with an annoying song playing on water where he cannot escape. He's this close to clawing those demonic looking dolls to shreds. I think he likes to eat the most. He can wolf down some good Disney plaza chicken and a churro. He so dances with you on main street during the fireworks away from the prying eyes of everyone else. It's a fairytale day <33

DOFP Logan -

He's old he doesn't really enjoy Disney theme parks lmao but he goes because you two really need a break and you really wanted to go to Disneyland. He's such a grump but a cute one. He holds your hand and gets annoyed when someone bumps into you. He'll wear that stupid hat because you give him your best puppy dog eyes. He goes on most rides. Not small world and no drop tower. He really loves to eat though. The cheesy garlic bread from red rose tavern is his favorite. Also dole whip and mickey ice cream. He likes the fantasyland rides because they're dark and he can sit. That's also why he really likes any live entertainment where he can sit in a nice cold room. So he really likes the great moments with Mr. Lincoln. He also hates meeting characters. Especially Gaston. Gaston flirted with you once and now Logan is grumpy about it.

Old Man Logan -

Disneyland might be his worst nightmare LOL. It's hot, full of people. expensive, and incredibly over stimulating. Still ever since Laura found this old VHS tape of a Disneyland sing along she found at a garage sale, she's been dying to visit. So he packs you guys up in the car and you guys drive to Disneyland. He's basically the one to sit out of the rides and just hang out while you and Laura have fun. You do manage to get him on some rides like the teacups which he hates and jungle cruise which he also doesn't like because the skippers are not funny in his opinion. He does enjoy the food at Tiana's though and will happily sit in the shade and eat beignets while you guys ride tianas bayou adventure. I think he favors the old stuff more than the new tech. Like fantasy land stuff or old tomorrow land. He doesn't like galaxy's edge but he does like that they sell alcohol over there now lol

Worst Logan -

So it's all Wade's idea. He wants his ultimate disney vacation and drags you and Logan with him. I don't know if you saw but for a while Avengers campus had wolvie and deadpool and you KNOW he'd go and watch it. He'd so flirt with the wolverine face character too poor guy. Anyways you and Logan get to sneak off while Wade is distracted. I think Logan doesn't really like theme parks but he does like to see you smile so he goes along with all the silly things. He wears the damn ears and he'll take pictures with the characters you want. He likes Pluto and does not like chip and dale and I don't know why it's just the vibes. He really hates toon town low key and likes frontier land and adventure land more. He likes the old west decorations and really likes the golden horseshoe. He loves the food sooo much. His ass doesn't go to disney for rides he's going for the food. If it wasn't so expensive he'd clean out every restaurant in the park. Not alien pizza planet. Sorry. He calls you his sweetheart though and when the dapper dans sing he asks you to dance with him <3 always the cutie.

[st0nerlesb0]

INSATIABLE

give me what your ,

hearts been craving

summary: you feel a certain way for your best friend, you try and fix the problem but she helps you with it instead

warnings: phone sex(my fav), mutual masturbation, dirty talk(like 2 words)

word count: 633 (not that much but still i ate deown)

a/n: just a random thoughttt but kinda based on a fic by @eeuni (thanks for the inspo ;) lowkey embarrassed 😣)

you were calling billie, your best friend. you didnt really need to but you wanted to. you were talking about some stupid gossip from online about a new boy toy she had.

you then felt a sudden feeling flow around in you. you knew what it was, something that you shouldn't have around your best friend. it feels almost illegal to feel this way but you couldn't help it.

your hands started tracing your tits, gripping them. when you werent talking, you were biting your lip, trying to be quiet.

"hes sooo fine, ya know? like his game is crazyyy"

"yeah i guess"

you say trying to sound like your not aroused by her voice or just her overall. you started gripping your stomach, dragging your hand down your body.

"his names dave, and guess what?"

billie asks excitedly.

"hm?"

you say not trusting yourself to say a full word even.

"he got tattoos, ughhh"

that sound.

made you fucking feral. it almost sounded like a moan. you whimpered while dragging your hand underneath your pants and billie asked.

"hey you okay? your like being quiet"

"just hit my foot on the bed and im tired"

you said strained trying not to out yourself. your hand was rubbing your clit, going fast, which was a huge mistake.

you moaned.

out loud.

where billie could hear you.

"y/n, what are you doing?"

billie asked with a smirk in her voice, you could tell.

"nothing"

you say breathless. she hums, not believing you.

"you sure your not doing anything sweet girl?"

you whimper at the name, outing yourself almost instantly.

"oh baby you couldve just told me, i wouldve helped you"

she says, flirty words dripping from her tongue, turning you on more.

"be loud f’me pretty, wanna hear you"

she says dragging her own hands down her body, getting so turned on by you.

"oh god billie"

you moan into the speaker, your pants are already off. your fingers still rubbing your clit, head on its side, your back arching almost unrealistic. you were grinding against your hand so hard, hips up in the air.

"what baby, you doing okay? your pretty pussy wet f’me?"

she says moaning, her hand under her pants too, fingers rubbing her clit fast. she grinds against her hand, trying to be quiet but small whimpers let out. turning you on so much more.

"billie im gon-gonna come, please!"

you say your body, so close to the edge, just waiting.

"hmf baby, wait f’me, im so close."

she says moaning into the speaker, not being able to hold it in anymore. you gasp so loud, when you hear it.

"billie please, cant hold it anymore!"

you say jerking from overstimulation, whimpering and moaning into the speaker.

"come on baby, let go f’me, im right with you. "

she says moaning, and grinding against her hand, coming so hard, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

you come too, moaning loud, seeing white, just moaning billies name over and over again.

after you guys finished, there was silence while you guys caught your breaths.

"baby?"

billie asks.

"what?"

you say scared shes gonna say, she regretted it.

"next time, just come over pretty, you won't have to do it yourself. "

she says sincerely.

"okay, i will."

you say honest, there was a silence again before you asked.

"can you stay on the phone while i take a shower? anddd go to sleep? please?"

you ask it hesitantly because you don't know what she'd say.

"of course baby girl, ima gonna take a shower too."

you guys take showers, talk for abit. again before falling asleep on the phone.

sooo you fixed your problem but you also got billie out of it. even if it was embarrassing at first.

[aleespace]

After watching almost all TMNT versions I came to a conclusion that I can best describe each one of them as someone telling a story

1987 is adult telling little funny stories to their kid.

They're bad at creating strong narrative and they mostly improvise but they try to make their kid smile and they do all they can. They often repeat themselves, they also often put little references to adult life, they know their kid won't understand it, but they can't help it but to have some fun as well. This adult creates simple characters and all of these characters speak simply so the kid can understand but you can still feel that characters are not that oblivious to the world around them, it's just that they all seem to censor themselves so the kid can follow them with their adventures

2003 is adult trying to teach their kid about the world.

They don't shy away from truth of the life but they also don't try to be brutal just for the sake of it. The adult trusts that their kid will understand them but also they can't help it but sprinkle some hope here and there. And even though it might not be the case in real life, every story this adult tells their kid has a good ending, not always the best, but optimistic and hopeful no matter what. Kid is a little wary of these stories but they won't ever stop listening because it means so much to them that they are finally treated as an equal

2012 is teenager's story.

After listening to all kinds of different stories they finally want to create something of their own. They're good at it. They also create this story for those who are just like them. They try to look smart, they work hard and eventually they create something even an adult can enjoy. But despite getting adult's recognition this teenager still is only a teenager. They can't help it but put in stupid unfunny jokes and on the next page of their story they try to get away with as much brutal edgy content as possible. Occasionally teenager's little sibling is trying to take a peak at this story and the teenager smiling smugly let's them, just this once. This teenager is self-confident but not in obnoxious way. They still have much to learn, but the difficulties of storytelling only spark their will more

2018 is not one person's story.

This is a side group project created by a bunch of unhinged terrifyingly talented teenagers. Yet they refuse to take this project seriously. Despite having incredible potential in them these teenagers willingly and knowingly choose to goof around and just have fun. They don't need paper, because the story creates itself as they discuss it in a cafe or on their way home from school. Opinions about this group of kids are very polar. While their art teacher sees them as Shakespeare and Da Vinci's kids, other teachers look for excuse to expell this group of loud and annoying nerds. After graduation this group falls out but stories continue living among newer students of the school

2023 is kid's story.

This kid is shy and smart, but overall they're pretty average. They've seen too many stories and creating something of their own seems terrifying, because they feel like they have some sort of legacy to live up to. They're confused. They try to create this big story but they don't have enough experience or knowledge about the world around them. If you think you saw a joke in their story it was probably unintentional. It was also bad. And they're bad at writing so they draw a little comic book instead. They are not ready to share this story with anyone yet because they are not sure of where this story is going. They have a few friends and sometimes they share their work with them, but not all of it, just pieces they're proud of. This isn't really a story if you think about it, rather a start to mysterious path. Maybe someday this kid will share this story with the world but right now they're keeping it to themselves, year after year growing with it and it's characters

[monstermoviedean]

if you have a good vibe/kind thought to spare and could send it my way. i'd really appreciate it.

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

turns out poetry and fiction aren't that great when you can't feel any connection with them 90% of the time

[ihamtmus]

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[starflungwaddledee]

been working on answering a prompt i received in an ask the other day, and so i'm back thinking about... the Thing... 💖🎀 and thought maybe prompt doodles might help me work through this a little?

so uhhh.... if by any wild chance anyone has any ship suggestions for starstruck...??? feel free to send them through!

[silveredsticks]

x

[fooltofancy]

ah, an Unwell day.

[spacecrows]

me (diagnosed with ADHD): *talks about little funny/annoying things my brain does (because of the ADHD)* my mom (not diagnosed with anything): wow that's so funny, the exact same thing happens to me too! i've never heard anyone else describe that. so random that you get that too. genetics, huh? :))

[dormiloncito]

one of these days i will die because i refuse to go to the doctor. blehhhh

[david-watts]

I'm so sick of having to rely on everyone else. I hate having to trust that someone'll do something. only person you can trust to do something is yourself and even then you'll know you're unreliable and it won't be a surprise if you let yourself down. and then if you don't know what to do well that's why I must know everything I possibly can. I need to know.

[monster-noises]

I am experiencing... frustration.