#I'm sorry for cursing your dashboards <3

[alexgscod]

SO. I found something really cursed while looking for Call Of Duty merch and??! 😭

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator

🥧 syrupstars Follow

Anyone else think that Red King racer is a little... y'know... fruity?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

He literally says "ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, get in line" so I think that answers your question.

🥧 syrupstars Follow

What about the "#Ally4Life 🏳️‍🌈" on his Twilight handle?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

I genuinely have no idea. Maybe he thinks it's about him being an ally to cishet people

#idk ren's just like that sometimes #void knows what he's doing #also prev tags you do not want to get into the black hole of who ren has dated #he has rumours with 3/4 of the grid #edit: WHO MENTIONED BAD BOY TEENAGE REN IN MY NOTES #the shippers are here... oh no #edit 2: not ren at the club.

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🛑 bluebatshater Follow

oh my voiddd ofc That Duo got p1 again... i need them to dnf in the race. i hope they crash and burn and die and i need crastle to get podium for ONCE. i am so mad. i am calling for the goddess tsuki to curse them. dnf dnf crash burn DIE

🌻 lesbianlumian Follow

the goddess tsuki LITERALLY protects racers and that's why they pray to her? you think the goddess tsuki, creator of lumians, will curse an actual lumian? be so fucking fr

🛑 bluebatshater Follow

if you dont have anything productive to say get off my post. freak

#those blue bats stannies are SO ANNOYING THEY ARE EVERYWHERE #they're overshadowing all the other teams #cant even be a bitchy hater in peace #salt #negativity #hateposting

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🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

OMG FALSE IS SO PRETTY SHES MY QUEEN OF HEARTS OMG OMGOMGOGM 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i tihnk im gonna pass out. HER HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND AND HER RED FRECKLES AND HER SMILE WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST and Ren is hot I guess he's tall like a ferris wheel

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Looking at posts from five years ago is funny like how did I ever believe I was straight

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OP, I think I recognise your url... did you write that viral Bad Boy Ren x QoH fic on Launchpad?

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

💀 Shut the fuck up right NOWWW!!

#STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC I WFOTE WHEN I WAS THIRTEEEN!!! #everything before my gay awakening is not canon. sorry #tbh... as much as a nightmare it was i kinda miss that stupid fic #it was from a simpler time #now im in university trying to contact my groupmates and i think one of them got lost in a blackhole last tuesday (again) #sigh. this keeps on happening to me #my cousin worked on one of the moons last summer for two weeks and came back like he'd aged six months #my friend's ex got sucked into a black hole and was briefly spaghettified but they managed to revive her and she gloats that she's finally taller than my friend's ex #whoops sorry for dumping in the notes #anyways. bad boy rk x good girl queen of hearts. awful idea. even more awful fic. yet i wrote it #i regret everything and nothing

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🗣️ peace-and-planets-deactivated63891092

PSA: Sunblr user @/summerheavens writes RPF of the Exterra 1 racers. She is a big name fan in the Miraculous Laserbug fandom so I thought you all would like to know. This is gross and disgusting behaviour and I implore you to stop.

🍬 summerheavens Follow

umm @/peace-and-planets i literally saw your kudos on my fic. the evidence is out there. girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament. what are you doing on my roseduo rpf titled "hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine (we're not trying)".

but i'm glad you liked it enough to give it a kudos ^_^ will certainly be putting more on the starchive!

❄️ justwingit Follow

LMFAOOOO OP DEACTIVATEDDDDD 😭😭😭 sunblr user got killed by a rpf author. if you're gonna secretly read rpf maybe not leave a kudos?????

🚀 exterrablrheritage

Exterra 1 Heritage Post

⚡ littlewoodbabygirl69

It's been ten years since this post... @/summerheavens are you okay after recent developments

🍬 summerheavens Follow

am i okay? is ANYONE okay??? in these trying times??????? with the most chaotic gp to ever exist?????? i am PULLING OUT WIPS i dropped out of respect ten years ago. i've got to send my kid to daycare but once i'm done you bet you're seeing me on the starchive. miss swift even dropped her 20th album just in time for me to use lyrics as titles. i am LIVING and i am THRIVING

#ohhhhhhhhhh #let's go #also can't believe taylor finally addressed the vehicle manslaughter rumours from like twenty years ago #how fitting #also littlewood needs to get his shit together #why does he look like he's the one who hasn't seen his man in 32738102371 years and got his soul shattered #he's weak and won't survive the winter

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🧈 butteredbread Follow

WHAT is wrong with that lykos. i desire him carnally

🌳 treebark

@/handoftheking

🪓 handoftheking

I mean... yeah. Let's face it, we're all like that 🤷

⭐ nonbinarystar Follow

MR LITTLEWOOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM #I HATE HIM SO MUCH #PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN ALSO BE ABOUT HATE #THIS GLOWSTICK MF IS MY WORST ENEMY #he just canonised treebark for the sixth time #also prev tags so real #need to slingshot him into a faraway galaxy

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🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

Who put that Just a Dream FalseRen AMV on my dash again

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Respect your roots!! That 125M views Just a Dream AMV raised a generation. Every kid in my school played it on loop on their ipods during recess

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

wait op can you explain your url

🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

No 👍

#i think we should get the dogwarts freighter pregnant

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[riddlerosehearts]

🐍 Thank you so much again for the thorough response! I love how much thought you put into Nico, it’s so easy to tell how much you love him hehe. And yes the snake is because Jamil’s my favourite character! They also have very boopable snouts in real life. Ignihyde is full of introverts who like to stay in their own rooms, but also full of nerds who are super into whatever they’re interested in. I bet there’d be at least one or two people who like Mythomagic there if it were canon in twst (1/4?)

🐍, nobody in PJO canon seemed to share his interest so I’d love for if Nico could discover friendship through his favourite card game and be happy there… but him feeling right at home in Ramshackle with a small number of residents is also just so him. Will also strikes me as someone who’d be in RSA instead, so Nico having some people he’d be willing to stay for in NRC would be so important for him to not feel lonely. Yuu and Grim to the rescue, I hope he likes cats. (2/?) 🐍 I’d give so much to see him feel accepted and brighten up a bit more.I’ll be honest I am super, super bad at making headcanons and writing so I really enjoy reading other people’s stuff far more, I always feel embarrassed about my own ideas or just can’t come up with much. BUT Leo in Ignihyde - I think he’d have a blast with all the technology lying around that he could play with and use for inventions, even if he’s weirded out by getting sorted into somewhere so gloomy-looking at first (3/?) 🐍He might not really get what other students are nerding out about like the latest anime though, he doesn’t strike me as the type to be super into shows and media (chronically offline). He’d have a lot of projects going on in his room all the time lying around that he keeps working on, but he starts more before he finishes them because he just has so many ideas. (4/?) 🐍 not sure how he’d interact with other Ignihyde students but I suuure hope Azul never notices all the cool stuff Leo’s making because he’d want to market them, stat. Leo’s not going to be good at reading those contracts down to the fine print. Also I know the curse is a Shroud family only thing but Leo + canon flame powers makes me so want to see him with fire hair as well haha. PLEASE do share if you have your own ideas about Leo in NRC, I’d love to hear them!! (5/5) 🐍Sorry about the multiple asks, I didn't know I'd write so much either 😭 I'm actually very okay if you want to chat abt it privately like over chat or Discord (so there's no word limit) but I'm ok sticking to asks as well if you prefer!

so before i reply to all of this i will say that there's actually a way to get around the silly 500-character limit in asks! it was removed ages ago in the app, but for some reason it's still in place on the website… unless you go to the dashboard view of someone's blog (so that'd be this link for my blog) and send an ask from there. that lets you send an ask with up to 4,096 characters. don't ask how i discovered that limit LMAO. but that should work so you can stay anonymous if you want!

i love nico a ridiculous amount lol, he was my favorite PJO character ever since i first read the original books. and even though i do have some issues with the sun and the star, i still love his development. it actually reminds me a lot of how idia, even though his anxiety definitely hasn't gone away, has been shown since the end of book 6 to be making more of an effort to put himself out there and try to be friendly with his classmates because he does want to have friends, he's just traumatized and scared.

you have excellent taste for jamil being your fave. i should post some of my thoughts about scarabia on here at some point because i like both jamil and kalim a lot and could talk for ages about how fascinated i am by their dynamic, but some people have the most shockingly bad takes about jamil 😭 do you have any thoughts on what PJO cabin he'd be in?

that's true, i did think about how ignihyde probably has some students who'd be into mythomagic or a twst equivalent of it! but then i thought that since nico is still kind of closed off and most people in ignihyde are so unsociable that even cater has claimed to not have a single friend from there, he might not manage to connect with those people before transferring out. although it also occurred to me that maybe if he and leo were there in ignihyde at the same time, things could be a bit different?

see, i've always thought there were a surprising amount of similarities between leo and nico but the books never called attention to them since the two basically never got to interact. and i wish they had, because i think they could have an interesting friendship if they got to know each other better! so maybe in this AU they could be friends, and leo could be there encouraging nico to stay and helping him understand the tech. i've also gotten myself kind of attached to the idea of him moving into ramshackle though! i guess either idea could work, as long as nico gets to be happy.

i haven't had a chance to ask my friend (who i've referred to as a will solace expert because she has so many headcanons and thoughts about him) where she thinks will would end up yet! i do think that if he somehow ended up at NRC, he'd be one of the few light magic users there.

"i hope he likes cats" reminds me that i always thought it would be funny if nico DID like cats but was allergic to them. and still just insisted on having one anyway. well, hey, grim is constantly telling us that he's NOT a cat, so maybe he gets around this problem lol.

omg i totally get the feeling of being embarassed about your ideas, anon!! for the longest time i used to not really post any of my own thoughts because i feel like i'm not very creative and it made me nervous. i'm also not always the best at just thinking up general headcanons and ideas unless i've got some sort of prompt or theme to go by. even now sometimes i post headcanons about my favorite twst ships and such while thinking, what if everyone who reads this hates it. what if someone thinks my interpretation of riddle is so bad that i don't deserve my url ASKFJGFD.

i like your ideas about leo, though!! i did think a bit about how he might be as an NRC student, and i also thought he'd definitely adjust better than nico would (makes a lot of sense that he'd be weirded out by the gloomy atmosphere initially, though) and would be fascinated and excited by all the magical technology and gadgets. i also figure that since he is someone who's always seeking out quiet and personal space to be alone and work on his projects, he wouldn't mind too much that the students tend to keep to themselves. and canonically he tries to be a lot more of a loud outgoing jokester than he really is in order to cover up his insecurities and try to make people like him, so maybe he could make some friends there without feeling like he has to do that.

i think leo made a few pop culture references in the books (one i remember for sure is star trek, though he says he doesn't like it) so maybe he wouldn't quite be chronically offline but he also wouldn't be obsessive about it, because his engineering projects are his top priority. he's definitely not a gamer, but i could see him liking to have background noise while he works sometimes and putting on whatever anime everyone is talking about! …which makes me imagine one of his dorm mates getting annoyed at him because he wasn't paying enough attention to remember their favorite background character from episode 679 of one piece, lol.

oh him meeting azul would be a disaster for SURE lol, let's hope idia warns him and that he doesn't have any unfortunate encounters with floyd and jade. and i'm not sure what a fitting explanation for leo having fire hair would be but i do agree that it would be extremely cool. and for that matter, i guess we'd also need an explanation for idia and ortho's hair if they were in the PJO universe… my first thought is they could either just have normal hair (boring, but it works) or maybe it's an extremely rare hades kid thing.

[nautilusopus]

writer questions 3, 5, 26, 31 shoot

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

A. Become sleep deprived to the point where your judgement is severely impaired and therefore you are less likely to second-guess yourself, and more likely to just start writing without stopping. That way at least you get something on paper, and if it's bad the next morning, well, that's what proofreading is for.

OR

B. Make the mistake of trying to read fanfic yourself or look directly in the tags instead of remaining within the safety of your dashboard, and seeing something that pisses you off so bad you feel the need to write a small novella passive-aggressively debunking it.

5. Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

No I'm boring :C

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

I just think about what they would do and how the scene would go. :) :) :)

The upside of this is that when it works you know exactly what they would do and how the scene would go and it's very clear; writing's just a matter of transcribing what you know happens in an interesting way. It also resolves the issue where your story winds up not driven by the characters because you can just watch the characters do stuff and drive the story and maybe rotate them a little in your head to pass time.

The downside is that if you don't magically know what they would do or how the scene would go, you get hopelessly fucking stuck for months on end, AERIS.

Just Know [Forehead] is not a consistent writing technique and I would recommend it to zero people ever. It's bad. Don't fucking do this.

31. Write a short love letter to your readers.

Thank you so so much for reading this absolute disaster of a story I am sorry it's so long it was supposed to be 30 chapters tops but I'm bad at counting and your support means the world to me and I am touched this many people seem to love this very very very long pee joke so much and that you sunk all this time into reading that pee joke as well.

[todayisafridaynight]

sequel to this post because how could i forget about messy-hair mine

[tuliprry]

cloudburst 3

summary: preschool teacher!harry x special education teacher!yn; y/n and harry met while working together at a preschool, y/n is engaged but her fiancé has been distancing himself from y/n, making her spend more time with harry, wishing she was marrying him instead

warnings: cheating, cursing, death

clover's notes: hi guys i didn't proof read i'm sorry :(

word count: 3k

part 1 part 2

harry's pov

the drive back home feels endless, i don't know what came through my head to sleep with y/n, worse, cum inside her like that. my car smells like her, smells like woody amber and vanilla, i've dreamed of this smell lingering on my skin for over a year and now i can't even enjoy it. almost like in a film, my car is parked and there's muffled screams and my fists hitting the dashboard, what the fuck, what did i just do? an almost married woman? an almost ex married woman... y/n... my y/n. i got out of the car, grabbing my briefcase, my legs feel heavy and i don't know how i'm gonna climb 3 flights of stairs nor how i'm gonna tell my best friend i just had the best sex of my life and it happened to me with the one woman i couldn't have. stupid, i'm so stupid. 

niall and i live in a two bedroom apartment in lisson grove, meaning a short (usual) 9 minute drive from y/n's flat, our apartment isn't too big, when you walk you immediately see a round table and two chairs, there’s some letters on top of it and niall’s house keys, against the wall there’s our tan sofa, in front of it an also tan coffee table with our second hand tv, one of the other walls is covered by a big bookshelf with books mostly from my collection. through the white door there’s our kitchen with a cream colour palette i grew to love in the time i’ve lived here, it isn’t the biggest of kitchens but it’s definitely one of my favourite places in the house, the kitchen island has niall’s yet to be washed dishes on top of it and two mismatched high stools. there’s 3 doors in one of the walls, my bedroom, the bathroom and niall’s bedroom, niall’s bedroom is slightly bigger than mine, he has a light wood ikea bedframe and his bed is always unmade, his bedside table has always cds or vinyls he has gotten at his job, as well as a record player that he got along with our tv, a big comfy chair that has his to-do laundry all over it, both os us have desks in our bedrooms, even though i firmly believe that working in the bedroom is a terrible thing to do. his desk is way more organised than mine, it’s basically the desk and his laptop and his shiny guitar rested next to the table, next to it there’s his wardrobe, also light wood from ikea. niall’s walls are light blue (that took us wait too long to paint) and he has a medium window that makes sure the sun shines right in his face, as well as pictures of us and trips we have made since we moved in together 10 years ago. our bathroom is just your typical british bathroom there’s nothing new i could possibly add. and lastly my bedroom, my bed is similar to niall’s, except i have bunny sheets and way too many pillows, my bedside table is crowded with a lamp and a bunch of books, i have a big fiddle leaf fig right against my window, and a decent sized mirror next to it, as well as the exact same wardrobe as niall and a small shoe rack. and finally now the messiest place in my bedroom, my desk, it has letters, books, pens, pencils, kids’ drawings, my desktop, mugs and glasses, my chair has a blue bathrobe i always forget to hang in the bathroom and in the corner an acoustic guitar niall got me for my 25th birthday. 

so, when i open the front door, everything is the same, niall is watching women’s eurocup and it smells like hot water, meaning the kettle had been on recently, i place my coat on the coat hanger by the door, “hello! i thought you were out by 4pm! was starting to get worried about you!” niall spoke, i placed my briefcase on one of the chairs and sat next to him, feeling exhausted, i didn’t know where to start nor even if i should mention what i had done to niall. “niall” my voice almost vanished as i said his name, “mate? what’s up?”, his worry is genuine i figure, “i did something bad” i muttered, placing my elbows on my thighs as my face met my hands, trying to hide somehow, “i didn’t come home earlier because i just.. i just had sex with y/n” i ripped the words out of mouth, niall, had just taken a bite out of a blueberry muffin, through the corner of my eye i saw the muffin hit the carpeted floor, “YOU?? WHAT??” he raises his voice in shock, “FUCK MY MUFFIN!” i couldn’t help but let out a laugh at niall’s reaction, even without trying this man has always found a way to make me smile even in moments in all seriousness like right now. “first, you owe me a muffin, secondly.. how did that happen? actually spare me, but.. what the fuck? is she not engaged to that…thomas? t.. tenis ball guy?” he was dead serious about the muffin, as well as calling tony tennis ball because he always refused to remember his name, “tony.. and yeah she was.. or is? i don’t know, she came into the classroom, grabbed my face and… well yeah!” i move my hands exaggeratedly, “we had sex, really good sex and we ended up finding out we had done it before. at that party in uni! the one u had those really bad shrimp cocktails and threw up and we had to go home before midnight”, niall’s light skin is now flushed, we never mention this story out of his sake, he has never been that sick at a party ever, “i cockblocked u and y/n?? god fuck man, but wait.. she’s not getting married anymore?” he takes a sip of his tea and i proceed to tell him everything that went down between y/n and tony. i happen to know exactly what’s on niall’s mind, he has a big crush on joey and he’s definitely messaging her the moment i shut up. “apparently tony has been cheating on her with half on london..”, as soon as the words came out of my mouth  i felt a tug on my heart, talking about something i could never do, especially to y/n, “that sucks, why are you marrying someone just to cheat on them?”, “i could seriously not tell u”.

the rest of the night went like usual, niall and i have known each other for so long we actually have started a nighttime routine, we watch reality tv, currently hooked on love island as we have dinner, niall does have a better time in social situations than i do, we used to be both very outgoing and always at parties but ever since i started by job like for real, i have been stuck in an old guy routine. “you’re not giving your amazing commentary, harry” niall states waving his hand in front of my face, “sorry, can’t help but think about y/n…” niall gives me a gentle smile, “call her c’mon” he encourages me and points at my phone, “i’m sure she’s waiting for your call”.

the truth is, i hoped she was waiting for my call, i dreamed that she was no longer thinking about her ex fiancé and was dreaming of me, still thinking of my lips against her neck as my hands traveled through her body, god how i craved gripping onto her love handles like earlier today, jesus christ harry calm your dick down.

the last week fly by, i have spent so much time with y/n i think i’m hooked, she’s my drug and i can’t let go, besides spending every minute together at school we have been spending every minute together out of it as well, on monday after we finished class i couldn’t help but kiss her right there, i haven’t craved someone this way, especially not someone going through a break up, for a minute there i feared i would just be a rebound for y/n but i brushed it off my mind quickly, we baked bread together that monday afternoon as we watched mamma mia. that was one of the most beautiful moments i hope it’ll remain tattooed on my brain, y/n wearing a bunny apron and reading a very complicated recipe followed by a “god who the fuck bakes bread this easily” to my reply, “well i worked in a bakery back when year 10 through 13”, “so you could’ve baked me bread everyday mr styles?”, “i will bake everything you want me to”, followed by a very theatrical singing of “money, money, money” and dancing in y/n’s tiny kitchen.

tuesday, y/n, joey, niall and i went to the cake tasting that was supposed to be y/n’s, as she said, she wouldn’t let so many cake options go to waste when she had her friends to try a stupid amount of different cakes with her, i couldn’t help but feel a little angry thinking about tony as well worried that y/n was acting like he never existed and maybe wasn’t even healing properly and chose to live this life of pretending that he was never a real person… wednesday our school day was hard, the dad of one of the kids barged in yelling at y/n for her kids sharing space with mine, he was tall and looked like he lived in a gym yet y/n felt taller than him, i had never seen her yell that way:

“i don’t understand how those kids can even be in the same space as my son”

“i have emailed you a thousand times that i needed to talk to you as i believe your son has severe anxiety and can’t even eat next to other kids” 

“that’s simply not true that’s influence from your [redacted because we don’t write slurs in these fanfics] kids”

“i need you to get out or i’m gonna report you for harassment and please do find an hour to sit down with me and your son because he needs a little extra help and i have the tools for it”

“my son is not-“

“get out!”

so, after that we decided it would be good to cool off, find a yoga class and meditate for a bit, we ended up in my flat following a youtube video that led to y/n making fun of me for my lack of coordination and shortly after a very needed cooling off making out session that ended up in, not gonna lie, the best sex of my life.

on thursday we watched another romcom, this time the bridget jones’ diary, we fell asleep when the film ended with a sweet purring pickles at the end of the bed and got woken up to joey coming home, i just wasn’t expecting to hear niall’s voice following her. “y/n.. is that niall?” i whisper putting the laptop screen down, “what is niall doing here with joey?” y/n sits in bed trying to listen to the conversation going on in the living room. “why are they so quiet?” y/n asks quietly, “oh god do you think they’re kissing?”, “you think??”. 

“niall shush! i don’t know if my sister is home” joey whisper screams, “oh joey c’mon we have been dating for a month! don’t you think it’s time for us to tell?” niall immediately replies, “a month????? did you know?” y/n looks at me with a shocked face,  “i knew he liked her but i didn’t know they were properly dating.. what the fuck” i say mid gasp, "keep listening" y/n replies. "niall... my sister would immediately get all motherly if she found out im dating a guy that is 9 years older than me, she feels like she has to replace our mum sometimes", i look over at y/n and her expression changes from wanting to snoop and giggle to tears gently forming in her eyes, "oh y/n no don't cry i'm sure she didn't mean it in a bad way, you worry and she's 20.. we didn't listen to anyone in our 20s" i say as i wrap my arms around her upper body, she rests her head on my chest and cries softly for a little bit just in her sniffles in the silence. all that y/n has told me about her relationship with joey is y/n taking care of joey 99% of the time since their mum passed, i personally could not imagine my sister being in her place and having to suddenly take care of me and change her life for me, so i got both of their sides, i understood y/n because she does what my sister would do, not let me go ever and take care of me like i'm the only thing that matters in her life... but i also get joey and feeling like someone had to give up on their life for me. i know y/n doesn't see it that way, she always talks about her sister with such love in her words, she loves going on book shopping with her sister and sharing her opinion on fictional men, they always get oat milk cappuccino's at costa's after and then come home to comment on love island, much like niall and i. 

i kiss her forehead and lay my head on top of hers, i don't really know what to say, y/n is a book i'm still reading and finding out how to approach, "i'm sorry harry.. sometimes i just forget that joey is a kid and she needs her sister more than she needs... a... mum" y/n's words are trembling in between the sniffles as i caress her eyebrows, almost brushing them with my fingers, "no baby, it's your sister and you have that feeling towards her it's understandable", "she hid a boyfriend from me", "well at least we know it's niall"

today is friday, fridays are usually my best day at work, the kids are excited about the weekend and i get to think about my sofa waiting for me for exactly 2 days, not that i thought it would happen this weekend by the amount of subtle warnings coming from y/n, with subtle i mean fully sending me a picture of the lingerie she's wearing under the beige turtleneck and light blue jeans yet she looks like nothing happened, braiding a little girl's hair after a very upsetting throwing up in the bathroom, in times like this i can't help it, i daydream of y/n and our kids, how she would be the most perfect mum in the entire world, "harry can you please get me sofia's guardian on the phone? she's clean but i feel like maybe it's better if she goes home and gets some rest" she looks at me, peeking over the little girl's head, "i'm on it", i get up and rush to the main hall to find the number. 

"oh hi harry! um do u know if y/n has a minute or two" a very sweet yet shaky voice pronounces, i look up and see joey, still with her waterstones tag and short hair clipped back by two grey clips, "one of her kids threw up and she's kinda busy but i can tell her you're here if you'd like!”, joey looked seriously worried and i pressed my lips together as i walked back to the classroom, “hey.. here’s sofia guardian’s phone number” i hand in the paper with the number, “also joey is outside, i don’t know what happened but she doesn’t look good.. go talk to her, i’ll help sofia pack her things and call her mum it’s okay” i place my hand on top of y/n’s shoulder and rub it a little, “joey? oh good lord. you sure you don’t mind harry?”, “what? y/n of course not, go check on her”.

and like agreed i stayed packing sofia’s backpack, she’s 4 years old, has long brown curly hair and loves care bears, her favourite being tenderheart, the same as mine which leads to a lot of tenderheart bear stickers on my briefcase when i’m not looking and drawings on my desk first thing in the morning, even though i believe she prefers y/n’s teaching to mine, i would also respond well to anything y/n tried to teach me if i have to be totally honest.

it’s now 9:30pm, y/n and i are walking back to her home after our semi-date, semi date because we aren’t really dating but we just went to the cinema and shared a big bucket of popcorn, “so.. joey?” i ask, niall always says i’m the snoopiest person he knows, “oh… joey had a panic attack at work and that’s why i went home earlier, she did tell me about niall, said the secret was eating her alive” y/n gives a worried smile and intertwines her hand in mine, “she’s better now, she said she was going to call niall so they could hang out for a bit while we were at the cinema”, “do you think it’ll work between them?”, i ask, genuinely, niall is one of my best friends but his relationships always end up with him listening to the most heartbreaking songs and bad 90s films, “well, knowing joey.. her standards are high, all the men she ever loved were our front door neighbour back home and fictional men that were written by women”, “she’s a wise woman”, “she has her days of absolutely handling adult life better than i do”, “y/n” i call out, “yes?”, she looks up at me…

“do you regret leaving..-“

“harry i really don’t and i don’t want u to think i’m using you to forget him.. i really like you and i don’t want.. you to think that i’m using you for great sex and as a rebound” 

“i don’t think that”

“you don’t?”

“no, i think you’re the future mother of my children” 

“harry.”

“i mean it” 

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Okay @princekirijo you want an essay? Well here it is now, or as I like to call it Felix's "Asumari is great and this fandom has no fucking taste" rambling and infodump. Congrats fellas, thanks to Prince you ALL get an asumari essay. But before that I'll try to give you a rundown of Mari and Asuka. 

(I'm also so sorry for putting this long ass post on everyone's dashboard)

(Spoiler warning for Evangelion 3.0+1.0 Thrice Upon a Time!!)

Alright on one hand we have Mari Illustrious Makinami. Her whole deal? She's a walking ray of sunshine, literally lol. Unlike any other character in the Evangelion franchise she doesn't suffer from her trauma, she's quite literally the only healthy and functioning human being, she's just slightly leaning towards "batshit crazy" with the stunts she pulls 🤷‍♂️. Other than that she just loves living, she loves being with people, she keeps moving forward, stays positive and decides to live life to it's fullest even after she experiences loss and multiple apocalyptic events (Second Impact, Third Impact, etc.) and she really just embodies the joy of living. That's all there is to her, or at least all we know.

On the other hand, we have Asuka Langley Shikinami who is... well it's hard to explain what she is to be honest. She's part-German and part-Japanese and part of a line of clones specifically made with the purpose to pilot an Evangelion and later on be used as a sacrifice to trigger another Impact (ITS COMPLICATED I KNOW-) Asuka is, unlike Mari, very much suffering from her trauma. She doesn't have her parents and has a very deep seated belief that she's completely alone, which she says doesn't matter as long as she can pilot the Eva. She also very much wants to fight and kill angels all by herself, and it's seriously messing with her when she can't achieve that.

Now we get to the more interesting parts (hopefully this so far wasn't too confusing, then again it's Eva and even I can't fully wrap my head around it all LMAO)

In the second Rebuild movie (Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance) we get introduced to both of them, Mari's introduction scene (in the original English dub) has her pilot an Eva and singing about how she'll take the world on by herself, while in the third movie's (Evangelion 3.0 You can (not) redo) opening scene she's piloting the Eva again but this time it's together with Asuka (in her own Unit 02 though) and during that Mari sings about how wonderful it is not to be alone. It's nothing big yet, but it's a really cute detail me thinks,,, you know what else I love about them? They bicker and they banter and it's genuinely so fun to listen to shskdhsuwj

(For a quick catch up: During the end of 2.0 Shinji (the protagonist) triggers another apocalyptic event, the Near Third Impact, and was only stopped due to Kaworu (the guy in my pfp) stepping in. Also between 1.0/2.0 and 3.0/3.0+1.0 are about 14 years (without Shinji bc he's like comatose) where A LOT happens AND we learn in 3.0 that Eva pilots don't age physically bc of "The curse of the Eva"... honestly Eva is wild lmao)

Okay okay I'll get back to it!

So one thing that happens is that Asuka during 2.0 develops a crush on Shinji (girl why-), unfortunately things take a turn for the worse. Asuka had volunteered to be the testpilot for a new Eva (Unit 03), she seemed happy at the time and it was a really sweet build up with the "I can smile, I didn't know I could still do that."-line. And then? Then it turns out the Ninth Angel had infected Unit 03 (Angels are basically the Kaijus they fight using Evas btw). The thing goes on a loose and Shinji is forced to fight it (With Asuka inside mind you), he refuses and his father uses an autopilot to destroy Unit 03. And boy did it destroy the angel, well it and it crushed Asuka between its jaws (you can actually hear her scream btw haha pain :)).

Asuka survived though, but the whole incident cost her her humanity and she ended up becoming an angel herself/she took the place of the Ninth. But despite that, there's one person who keeps believing in Asuka's humanity, who fiercely believes Asuka is still a human and tells her as much.

Yep, that one person is Mari and she keeps holding onto that belief until the very end when Asuka uses her last resort, which is using the power of an angel (Doing so was a guaranteed death sentence btw). Mari's own words (in the German dub) were, "Princess, you're giving up being human…" AND IT MAKES ME SO EMO GOD FUCK

While I'm at it, Mari and Asuka are a fucking killer combo as a team. They rely on each other for support in combat, listen to the other's orders and advice. Especially in Asuka's case it's kind of a big deal that she so openly relies and counts on Mari's support. Like these two trust each other with their damn lifes!!! Holy shit!!

Guess what though, they also have nicknames for eachother. Mari always calls Asuka "Princess" or "(Your) Highness" while Asuka calles Mari "Four-eyes" / "Four-eyed chrony (idk how you spell that tbh RIP" Even better though, in the German dub Asuka calls Mari "Brillerella" as in a combination of "Brille" (German for glasses) and "Cinderella",,,,Cinderella and her Prince,,,Brillerella and her Princess,,, man, that was a gay fucking move of the translation team. Spoiler: I owe them my life.

Funfact: There's exactly two times throughout the Rebuild movies where Mari uses Asuka's actual name. These two times being when she watches Asuka "die" and be used as a sacrifice for Gendo's selfish plan and when later on she begs Shinji, "So please the Princess… Asuka needs your help!" And the best part? That wasn't even the first time she did that. The mentioned line came from 3.0+1.0, but she did that too in 3.0 with the, "At least save the Princess!" line (although her tone was much more...pissed, like she was really angry lol)

Remember the crush Asuka had on Shinji? Well due to the Unit 03 incident a whole lot of other shit got mixed into that and her feelings for him in general became really bitter (understandably so). Now Mari being who she is sometimes teases Asuka about said old crush but she really does want Asuka to get closure and sort that mess out. 

As an example for the teasing, in 3.0 there's a scene that goes like this (please imagine Mari with a literal :3 face while saying that):

"Unit! Are you back in the game?"

"I'm on it, your Highness. But first things first, how was our little puppy (Shinji)? Did he sit like a good little boy?"

"He's exactly the same! Same stupid face talking mayhem!"

"That goofy face of his, that's what you wanted to see? Riiiiight?"

"Shut up! I went there to bat him one!... And I feel better!"

There's also a very short bonus manga that was released in Japan for Thrice Upon a Time's release that has Mari trying to convince Asuka to come with her on the mission to get Shinji, given everything that follows, it's just another thing to prove my point. And the final bit relating to that is this:

"Feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I do feel better."

That's the exchange Asuka and Mari have after they talked to Shinji, it's nothing special but I think it's really sweet and this time Asuka actually sounded like she was feeling better instead of when she was screaming after she nearly broke pretty thick glass with her fist (If she had hit someone with that much force she definitely would've broken something omggg #violentimpulsesgang)

To get back on track though: I already mentioned it but during the second half of 3.0+1.0 Asuka "dies" (and honestly that entire scene is worth its own in-depth post because its just one huge parallel to The End of Evangelion), the point is: You can tell that the loss of Asuka honestly hits Mari hard. Not only because of how Mari screams Asuka's name but also because of her expressions. They're pained, like really fucking pained and Mari even apologizes to her that she has to fall back due to the fact that she's injured AND because eveything is going wrong.

After the events of Evangelion 3.0 these two got seperated from eachother, Mari was with WILLE (the organization both of them are with) and on board of Wunder (the ship WILLE basically operates from) while Asuka was in a Village full of (Near) Third Impact Survivors. When they do meet again it went like this:

Asuka, barely back, comes to the door and calls, "I'm back." And within seconds of Asuka stepping into their room after the door opens Mari already runs towards her, arms wide open and she says, "Welcome back, your Highness! Good job. I missed you so much!" And she says that while she literally nuzzles into Asuka,,,like,,,what the fuck gay people real!!! 

Best part? Asuka clearly has enough strength to push Mari completely away if she were uncomfortable, but she doesn't. Asuka merely wanted enough space to look at the room (because Mari managed to horde even more books lol) and play her game. During their entire renunion Mari keeps hugging her, and part of me thinks that perhaps deep down Asuka actually enjoys the feeling of physical affection.

Before we get to the last point though, let me say that Asuka and Mari have scenes in 3.0+1.0 that parallel Shinji and Kaworu's from 3.0. (Fyi Kaworu loves Shinji (yeah, like that, and 3.0 was basically them being gay as fuck for an hour) so like...do I even need to explain? 

And then of course there's also this, the "Take care of yourself, Princess…" line. That is the last time Mari talks to Asuka and as much as that line alone already is so much, it's Mari's expression in particular that kills me. Because this? This soft, almost bittersweet expression she has, as she basically says goodbye? Because she knows Asuka will finally be happy and safe? It just makes me feel so much actually. Man.

In the end it's a fact that Mari loved Asuka, wether that is interpreted as platonic or romantic by someone is up to them. But it is a fact that Asuka was loved enough that someone wanted to hug her, was happy to see her, to praise her, was hurt by her loss, wanted her to be safe, that someone told her "Take care of yourself…" Asuka was really and honestly so loved that someone would tell her, "I missed you."

But Asuka? Asuka was too hurt, too wrapped up in her own head to actually see how loved she was by Mari (and other people) that she genuinely believed she's completely alone and always will be alone.

It makes the "Take care of yourself" line hit even harder to me, because it's not only Mari's goodbye, but it's a goodbye during the one time Asuka allowed herself to be vulnerable and admit what she really wanted.

And honestly? All of this? Its makes me feel so many things and I just love them  so much man.

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hera!!! congrats on 500 love mwah! thats amazing!!

could i request a scenario & playlist with getou from jjk??

ok vibe of the playlist is stuff you could listen to on a night drive, and could the scenario be like steamy car stuff hehe

my bubble tea order is vanilla rose milk tea with popping boba and a random thing about me is that i have 8 piercings!!

i hope i did this right congrats once again <3

vanilla rose milk tea with popping boba for aman @jeanbeaux! <3 thank u love, that's so sweet of u and i'm sorry it took longer than expected :( but i hope u like it!

getou’s parked across the street outside your house when he texts. they’re not unusual, these little late night escapades; in fact, you love them, and you love how frequent they’ve become.

your phone buzzes on your desk, getou’s name flashing across your screen with the little text, im here! under it. the sky is clear, navy and grey and chilly on your bare skin as you yank open his car door and slide into the seat you’ve made your second home. “hey, you!” getou smiles gently at you, hair tied in a bun that threatens to fall apart if you so much as touch it. he presses his lips to yours, gentle and honeyed over the centre console. he hums, “where we off to today, angel?”

“anywhere,” you huff. “just need to get away from things.”

he frowns, big hands palming the steering wheel as the car lurches into action, pulling out and away from your neighbourhood. “something the matter?”

you shake your head, kicking your feet up on the dashboard. getou hates that, always swats your feet off, saying “don’t be a barbarian in my car,” but tonight he doesn’t retaliate. “nothing,” you sigh. “just stressed out, i guess.”

getou takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and kissing it softly, his eyes never leaving the road ahead of him. “let’s get your mind off things, yeah?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. you hum, watching him drive one handedly, other hand still on your own. you don’t get to see getou like this often, only in the moments where the two of you are alone. he’s soft, skin pretty curved along his jaw, his broad shoulders stretching under his black cotton shirt. the orange glow of the streetlamps carve his face in illuminating angles, and you watch his thumb circle mindlessly on your skin.

a small laugh bubbles in your throat, unable to hide itself. he glances at you, quizzical look in his mirthful eyes, before training back on the road. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing,” you lean forward on the console, propping your head up with your hand. “just like the way you look.”

he smiles, letting the soft melody from the radio fill the gap between the two of you. he smells so good, looks so pretty, attention divided between the road and your face illuminated by the glow of the traffic lights. “stop lookin’ at me like that.”

“can’t help it,” you murmur, pressing yourself closer to him, the subtle twitch in his pants not going unnoticed to you. “you’re so pretty. smell so nice too.” your hands trail slowly over his navel, down to his belt buckle. “pay attention to the road, baby.”

getou curses, hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles whitening with his force. “naughty little thing, aren’t you?” he mutters under his breath, letting you unbuckle his belt, undoing the button with silky fluid hands.

you reach up, press a feather light kiss to his jaw before reaching your fingers under his boxers, pulling out his half-hard cock. your mouth waters; getou’s cock is so pretty, flushed pink at the tip, the perfect size that never failed to stretch you out. it sits heavy in your hand, and you lick a gentle stripe up from its base. you feel getou stutter in your grip, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel as his free hand comes down to tangle in your hair. “fuck, jesus christ,” he’s muttering, holding your head steady. “you’re gonna make me crash the car--” and his words twist into a moan as you wrap your lips around the head, licking it fervently.

he keens into your touch, car pulling into a diner carpark before he stops it, shifting it into park. he hoists you up by your waist, pressing a fiery kiss to your lips, swallowing your giggles of protest. you melt into his arms, wrapping around his neck as you climb over the centre console. “too impatient, hm?” he murmurs against your lips. “want me to make it all go away? forget about everything?”

and you nod, pressing your chest heavy against his, seeking the curve of his lips and the honey of his spit, kissing him until you’re dizzy. you can feel his cock, bare against your clothed cunt dribble silver beads of precum, begging for attention. he’s careful so your head doesn’t bump against the roof of the car, hands on your back pulling you into him and grinding himself against you. “wan’ it, wan’ it,” you’re whimpering, your skirt flitting up so he’s directly on you, the only thing separating you the thin cotton of your panties. your hands find his hair, tugging at the bun until it comes loose, oblivion curling over his shoulders. “suguru--”

“patience, baby,” his lithe fingers find home on your hips, trailing down to your thighs before brushing over the front of your panties. “you’re soaked through,” he chuckles. “you must really want this, huh?”

you roll your eyes at him, swatting away his hand and pulling your panties to the side. “shut up and fuck me,” you whine, giving his cock a couple of pumps. getou smiles, wrapping his hand around yours, pacing your strokes of his cock.

“you’re desperate,” he remarks, and you bite back a retort when you feel his thumb rub at your clit, panting against his lips. “you’re dripping, practically begging for me. why don’t you beg for me, sugar?”

“don’t be ridiculous,” you huff, trying to push through the hazy thoughts that his thumb on your clit are dipping you into. “i’m not begging for shit.”

his thumb leaves you, hand unwrapping from yours. you’re left there with a cunt that’s soaking through the thick denim of his jeans, a scarily stoic suguru looking down at you. “thought you wanted it.”

“i do,” you mutter quietly. “thought you were gonna help me.”

“was gonna,” a corner of his mouth tugs into a smile. “until you mouthed me off.”

“i-- did not, i just--”

“tell you what,” he cuts you off, sticking his thumb into your open mouth, shutting you up. you can taste yourself on him, and instinctively you wrap your lips around him. “you shut up, and i’ll fuck you. you’re so much prettier when you’re quiet, anyway.”

your whines are muffled against his finger, and he grins at your struggle, using his free hand to cup your ass and pull it further up onto his lap. “just like that. be quiet f’me, yeah?”

but you can’t help the high pitched gasp that tears through your throat as he eases into you, your head tilting back as his cock stretches you the way only he knows how. and he fucks you, hips bucking into yours with one hand on your chin, the other on the back of your hand making sure you don’t bump yourself. you’re quivering as you swallow him whole, feeling him brush against your cervix, every thrust angled deep into your sweet spot. you’re whining, drooling all over his fingers, and he’s chuckling.

“nngh, more,” you’re whimpering around his fingers, lifting your hips up at your own pace, slamming them back down against him. “more, more, need-- more!”

“beg for it, then,” his voice is silvery, sharp as his eyes glow with the sadistic thrill of you so desperate in his lap. “not giving you anything until you beg for it. can’t shut up, can’t listen to me, so be good at one thing, and beg.”

and you do. you beg for it like a bitch, babbling, “please, please want it so bad,” until he gives in, gives up the tough act and bucks his hips into you. you fall apart, crumpling into his chest as he rests both hands on the divots on your hips, pounding himself into you. you’re crying out, “o-oh god, oh fuck god please” and he’s right next to you, mumbling praises laced with mirth and adoration in your ears.

“good, good, sweet little cunt, yeah? all for me? knew all you needed was some harsh fucking- shit, fuck, knew all i needed to break you was this. not so tough girl anymore, are you?”

you’re brainless, the only thing on your mind the steady slide of his cock in and out of you, all you needed, all you lived for. you’re nodding, clutching onto his shoulders, one hand flying out to grasp the window to steady yourself. “make me cum?” you’re murmuring softly, mesmerised by the sound of his skin slapping against yours. “make me cum, please, please, wanna- wanna cum all over you…”

“mmhm? my good little girl wanna cum?” his lips find your throat, mouthing hotly against your sweaty skin. “go on. cum all over my cock, baby. want you to, untouched-- god, can feel you clenching around me. you’re close aren’t you?”

it hits you before you can warn him, your cunt fluttering and your thighs clenching at his sides. “fuck!” you cry out, hands gripping his shirt. “fuck, holy shit, fuck, keep- keep fucking me, please, wanna make you, wanna feel you cum-- inside, please!” you’re creaming all over him, yet begging still for more. his hand smoothes your hair, comforting you as he fucks you through it.

“gonna cum,” getou murmurs, head thrown back, free hand still guiding your hips along. you’re gasping for air, brain pretty pink and drooling out of your ears. “gonna fill you up, and you’ll take it for me, yeah? of course you will,” he snickers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “look at you. all fucked out for me. couldn’t fight if she tried, yeah?”

you hum into his chest, half conscious, half underwater. his hips stutter, and his thrusts a little mistimed before he buries himself in you completely. he’s whining, whispering praises in your ear as you feel him fill you, hot and wet and sticky inside you. “thank you,” you murmur against him, buried in his chest. “thank you, thank you, thank you,”

and he pulls you out of your nest, kisses you soft and sweet. “that’s what you needed, no?” he smiles, brushing your hair out of your face. “just needed me to fuck your thoughts and your attitude out, right?”

you nod, eyes glazed and tears warm on your cheek. he kisses them away, cooing, and pulls you into his chest, cock soft in you. you love these nights, the ones you spend with him. you wish they never end.

[cmykayleena]

cf-sims is thinking about deleting her profiles because of you. How does that make you feel? What you and your clique did to her after you banned her unfairly from your server is absolutely terrible. What cause do you have to attack her so hard for? The ban wasn't enough for you? I've reported your twitter and tumblr, and I'm not going to stop until you realize how wrong you are and how much you hurt her. Fuck you!!!

This is getting quite ridiculous. First let me say that I have the right to ban anyone from my server as I see fit. Second I will say that I am a pretty fair person and only ban when I absolutely have to. THIRD - she wasn’t banned because we disagreed with her opinion; she was banned for bashing the server - which, might I add, is against the rules of the server. Let’s get deep into this, because I’m getting fucking sick of this shit and the hate messages I have received for my decision to ban her. (I apologize to everyone who follows me who doesn’t want to see drama on their dashboard. I’m not one for drama so it severely upsets me that I have to make this post. However, this will be the ONLY post I make on this subject.)

Read on if you want, and I ask anyone who does to make your own judgement on this, because I’m not here to sway anyone from one side to another but it’s clear that both sides of the story need to be brought to the surface.

Thursday afternoon is when CF-Sims was banned from S4MM. It started with a member asking for opinions on whether or not it was okay to share CC in a zip folder when uploading a sim for others to download. The consensus was no and afterwards CF added her opinion which was the opposite of the majority. Here are the screenshots:

So in the next screenshot CF derails the subject in what some believe to be an attempt to question my rules. They believe she was preparing to call me out for being a hypocrite when it comes to swearing. I swear on my Tumblr but I don’t allow excessive swearing in my server.

At this point I’m tired of the subject interrupting the main channel and people’s conversations so I shut it down (plus I’m at work during this time and can’t really pull myself away).

Some time passes and I’m shown a tweet that CF posted a few hours after I shut down the debate on creator TOUs vs EA’s TOUs on CC.

So, she calls me a hypocrite because I curse on my Tumblr all the time but don’t allow it in my server. But let me correct her perspective: I curse all the time on Tumblr (all the time outside of the computer) and don’t allow excessive cursing in my server. It’s a place for all ages, therefor cursing should be to a minimum if it’s used at all. So I banned her with this message:

Admittedly I let my frustration get the best of me, and so the ban reason resulted in me mimicking her post on Twitter. We’re all human, and none of us are perfect. After this I thought it would be done and over with, but my sassy ban caused her to go on a tirade of sorts. In the screenshot below you’ll see her next tweet and the responses from some of the mods.

So she gets a few more replies from some of my moderators telling her why she was truly banned and she proceeds with another tweet.

After a couple more responses she deletes her three tweets:

She continues on in her replies to her followers who commented on her tweets calling us rabid dogs, children, and hypocrites all while being a hypocrite herself. I’m being shown all these tweets at this point and just hoping it all blows over. Some people act out when they’re moderated, some don’t. It’s just what you have to expect when you run and/or moderate a Discord server, no matter the size.

I’m not Twitter savvy, so these next screenshots I share may be out of order, sorry for that. (I’m also not blacking out the names of other people - not to rope them in and get them involved - but because anyone can get on Twitter and see these replies. They’re all public.

Name calling and judgement I’m assuming is due to my ban message saying that other members are kind, respectful, and generally decent people. I mean, I’m not lying. 99% of the members in my server are great people! Of course there are going to be some bad eggs in the mix - it’s the internet, it’s inevitable. On to more screenshots.

Key points here: My mods are rabid dogs at this point. I apparently have a clique, and CF didn’t attack us for our views. Let’s pull up that original tweet.

And on we go.

In response to the reply at the top of the screenshot. Feel free to temporarily join my server and judge for yourself if it has a high school vibe. I basically have an open door policy. You don’t agree with something I do in my server, my mods, or how something is handled you can come to me and let me know and I will do everything I can to make sure we’re on equal ground. Now, in that last reply the controversial view is the thing she continues to ride out in this scenario. She thinks it’s fine to upload a zip file on all CC used on a sim or in a lot and share it while giving credit to the creator rather than just linking to all the CC. Kind of a shitty thing to do, but she’s got free speech and her actions and words speak for themselves.

She pretty much is petty at this point and going against the character I think SHE believes she has. At this point it’s pretty clear to me what her character is.

Yea.. she totally moved on. Here I am rolling my eyes very dramatically.

I don’t think I’ve ever given my true age - I’ve just said I’m an adult player. I’m 34, for the record. All my mods range from in their 20s to my age.

So she just goes on, responding to every person and repeating herself.

Are you looking at the timestamp of these tweets? Apparently she’s got plenty of time for this.

So Friday comes along and I decide to open Tumblr when I have some downtime at work.

At this point I’m getting pissed. Why? Because I let her have her little rant all over Twitter without getting involved. My moderators were amazing and stuck up for me without being asked - there really wasn’t a reason for me to get involved and continue this very petty and ridiculous drama. But here I am, with a hateful anon. So I turned off anon asks and deleted this one without replying.

So I take a look at CF’s Twitter and see this:

Now she’s truly spouting lies at this point because I literally told her that excessive cursing is not allowed while cursing isn’t prohibited. I mean, the proof is there in the screenshots! At this point she’s just… laying it on super thick and I’ve had it. I decide it’s time for me to get involved and set the record straight. If only it were that simple.

I don’t have many screenshots for this because I was focused on correcting her lies and even directly responding to people in her threads to make sure they see the truth and judge for themselves what’s right and what’s not. I retweet her deleted tweet first and respond with this. And from here I will leave you to do what the internet does best and dig as deep as you can and want to in these Twitter profiles.

Here’s mine, and here are my replies. A lot of my replies include screenshots of my rules to clarify the swearing and why she was banned without warning.Here are the replies to my ‘clique of rabid dogs’ that attacked her so aggressively before I finally started responding to her: 1, 2, 3, and 4.Here are CF-Sims’ replies.

Note that absolutely NONE of us harass her, none of us call her names, and none of us actually act like rabid dogs.Take this information and judge for yourself what you think is true and what’s not right. I’m not here to sway you one way or another, but to shed the PROPER light on the situation as a whole. 

This is my only post about this. Any anon hate will be deleted, any hate from alternate Tumblrs will be deleted. Yes I’m serious about a lawyer because I don’t put up with lies and slander. And yea… sorry I have to clog up your feeds with this bullshit drama.

[lxveille]

If you're still taking the time & place flash fics, maybe 3AM + In a Car with Joshua ? and apocalypse/disaster AU if you feel like it ? If you don't take them anymore it's fine tho, I'm using this opportunity to tell you that I love your writing and your one of the fics writers that inspired me to start my own blog too so thank you for your amazing work !!

title: paradigm shiftword count: ~ 2090warnings: mild physical intimacy (making out in car); some vague talk about deatha/n: apocalypse!au (death leech); also hi, i’m still writing these flash fics and your words are so so kind anon!! it’s been a while since you sent this in, so i hope you’re still out there reading & writing yourself

The car is still running. Rain falls steadily down, beating an uneven rhythm against the windshield. The details are caught only in the headlights, and from any other window the world simply looks like dark blurs caught in sheets of the downpour. 

There’s only the sound of the storm and the low static of the radio. Both of you have managed to steady out what had been panicked breathing, and so panting has been taken out of the equation. At one point in time, it would have been a rarity for this highway to be so silent. You have memories of being a child in a backseat on roads much like this one, watching streams of cars rush by and listening to the blare of horns the moment anything came to a standstill. But that had been before; when people still had places to go for any reason other than survival.

Tonight had been a blur from uneasiness to fear. From suspecting to knowing it had been a mistake to trust anyone who said they could guarantee safety.  You’re not sure how long the car’s been idling here. But the warehouse is hours away now, and the clock on the dashboard changes its display to read 3:00. 

Your gaze moves over to the driver’s seat. Joshua is staring ahead; uncertain where to go from here. His hands still grip the wheel tightly, like he can’t quite accept that you’ve gotten far enough away to relax yet. In this lighting, it’s difficult to make out the bruises along his knuckles. You know they’re there, though. Patchy, reddened reminders of how very much things change. 

(“We have to get out of here,” you’d told him breathlessly only hours before. He’d furrowed his brow and tried to understand your hurried explanation of what you’d discovered. How the small community you’d stumbled upon wasn’t the safe haven it had made itself out to be. That in its maze of rooms was one where they kept a bloodied chair and a single jar where they had somehow managed to trap one of those terrifying leeches. All their talk of being a level-headed group, looking not only to survive but to find a way to understand and one day eliminate the leeches from Earth. You should have known they’d have to have a way of experimenting. Of studying. But leeches need to feed. It was the whole reason society had fallen apart when they’d arrived.

Joshua didn’t need to see it for himself. He believed your words, or else the terrified look in your eyes. It was also probably that look that made the others decide you couldn’t just head out to ‘scavenge’ at such a late hour.

It had been only you and Joshua for a long time before the warehouse. In all that time – regardless of all the horrors that came up – you’d never seen him hit anybody before. Not until Hosung had stood between you and the car.)

“Josh,” you speak at last. It feels like you haven’t done anything but whisper or yell or breath for hours. A normal volume sounds nearly foreign. He glances to you without turning his head; still ready to move the car out of park and hit the gas in case anything changes. “I think we’re in the clear,” you tell him. 

“Maybe.” He doesn’t sound like he even means an answer as tentative as that. 

“They’d be here by now if they were following us.” 

He lets out a sigh, and his head falls back against the seat. At least it isn’t a position that’s quite as on edge as he’d been a moment before. “We can’t spend the night out here,” he points out, closing his eyes. 

“We can find somewhere better to pull over,” you agree, “But we’ve slept in cars before.” 

Joshua checks the rearview mirror before looking to you in full. “You shouldn’t have snooped around there.” 

That catches you off guard. It couldn’t be that he’d rather have a bed regardless of whose roof it was under. You look him over in disbelief. “They would’ve fed us to that leech eventually,” you remind him. The words are bitter on your tongue; halfway to an accusation against him, but too caught up in confusion or exhaustion to truly make one. 

“They probably would’ve done that to you as soon as they caught you down there,” he answers. Joshua’s eyes don’t leave you. His gaze seems to be trying to convey something more than what he’s said. There’s a kind of fear waiting there that he’s still holding too close to his chest for you to understand entirely. 

“Am I supposed to say sorry or something?” Your tone is more defensive than you feel. You aren’t really sure what you’re feeling. Moreover, you’re not quite sure what Joshua’s trying to get at. He didn’t want you to put yourself in danger. Sure – that much you could make out. But the warehouse had been a danger the whole time. To hold it against you that you had followed the bad feeling in your gut didn’t strike you as fair. If you hadn’t found out this way, the alternative way of discovering the truth surely would have been worse. 

Joshua lets out another long sigh. His fingers uncurl from around the wheel and fall to his lap. “Do you remember when we met?”

The change in topic has you giving him a puzzled frown. Obviously the answer was yes. You’d both been younger, with families that still thought getting away would mean getting away from the problem. Indefinite delays had given time for the two of you to begin hesitant smalltalk. And when the screaming had started from somewhere unseen in the terminal, you hadn’t really been thinking when you’d grabbed his hand before starting to run. 

In all the time since that day, Joshua had been the only constant. 

“I would’ve died back then if it hadn’t been for you,” he continues, without needing you to answer his original question. His words sound more like a confession than a hypothesis.

You look out the windshield window to where faded highway paint is illuminated in the headlights. There’s a pothole already filled entirely with rainwater not far ahead. It’ll be easy enough to go around it. No one else is the road to keep him from swerving around it. “You don’t really know that for sure,” you reply. 

“I’m pretty sure.” His voice beckons your gaze back to him. “You know I love you, don’t you?” 

The rain and the radio seem to stop for a moment. The only thing you can hear is your mind replaying his words, and your thoughts asking in what way he means it. “You… what?” you manage. 

It’s either another sigh or a kind of breathy laugh that Joshua gives off in response. Maybe a bit of both, really. “I don’t know.” It nearly sounds like he’s backtracking until he adds, “I just do.” His hand moves with hesitation towards you, and ends up stopping at the gear shift that sits between the two of you. “And I thought I might’ve lost you today.”

All you can think to say is, “You didn’t.” 

He gives a quiet hum as agreement. Yet he doesn’t seem fully reassured. His mind still caught up in any number of ways things might have gone wrong. You shift in your seat and reach out one hand to find his half-outreached one. His hand twists automatically at the contact to intertwin fingers with yours as it’s done so many times before. The touch feels different this time; charged with the energy of what Joshua had just said. 

“I knew,” you decide. You must have. For how long, you couldn’t quite say. But perhaps it was inevitable when you spend so long with just one person at the end of society. When you look up from your tangled hands to his face, Joshua has another question burning in his eyes. You can read it from the way sight flits over the details of your expression, lingering for torn moments at your lips. 

You lean over the space between you first, but Joshua is quick to react in kind. Your bodies twist to face each other as much as the front seats of the car will allow. His mouth is warmer than his hand, lips insistent and unhurried against your own. You wriggle your grasp out of his in favor of placing your hand along the line of his jaw. 

The rain rattles against the metal of the car. Slowly, Joshua’s hand moves from the gearshift to your knee. Radio static fades to a warm white noise as you continue to kiss him languidly. As if there’s a backlog of kisses the two of you need to catch up on, but an eternity stretched out in front of you to do it in. 

When your own fingers slide down to his shoulder, his hand seems to mirror in a way; squeezing lighty at your knee before gliding up half the length of your thigh. Inbetween kisses, he pants out words that are either your name, or curses, or god. 

Your body tries to move closer, impeded by the car’s obstacles and the cramped space. A faint chuckle laced with frustration leaves you, fanning heat against Joshua’s lips. He responds by moving them to your neck. Your hand curves around his nape, the pads of your fingers tickled by ends of his hair. He exhales against the skin of your neck he’s already made damp, and a small shiver runs down your spine. You open your eyes for a moment and watch the pattern of raindrops running down the window as Joshua’s kisses seem to run an even less logical path across your neck and jaw. 

You call his name quietly, as if he’s still too far away. He lifts his head to make eye contact. For a moment, there’s nothing but heated gazes. Then a smile breaks out across his face, and you feel your heart flutter a thousand times over inside your chest. Joshua brings his lips your yours again, gentler this time. Your eyes slip shut, and you let yourself begin to sink back into the pleasant dizziness of kissing him. 

Something makes you both pull apart at the same moment. 

Your heads both turn towards the dashboard, hands still caught upon each other’s bodies.

A voice had made you stop so suddenly. You both drawn back your arms; Joshua’s hand hurrying back to the wheel and the gears while you turn up the volume on the radio. It’s difficult to make out the words. You fiddle with the controls, flipping to different stations in an attempt to find the exact frequency the strange voice was using. 

“… checks out… clean…you guys?” you manage to make out as you settle on one. You and Joshua both exchange a look that says neither of you recognize it. 

“No signs of anybody down the road” a second, deeper voice replies over the radio, “Seems like the neighborhood’s empty. Jihoon, Soonyoung, anything on the road?” 

“Yeeeah, the thing about that–” starts a third, only to be interrupted by another. 

“There’s a car that’s been sitting only a bit down from the exit out to us for like… 15 minutes. Not clear what the situation is.” 

“Keep an eye on it,” the first voice chimes back in, “Let us know when something changes. The schoolhouse doesn’t seem like anyone’s used it as a shelter for a while. Wonwoo, you guys head back here and we can try scavenging the neighborhood in the morning.” 

“Copy!” the lighter, previously interrupted voice replies. 

“Another group of survivors,” you remark on the obvious. Joshua’s looking out the windshield, likely looking for whatever exit had been mentioned. Or else for whoever it was that had spotted your car. “They sound young.”

Joshua nods in agreement. It’s the kind of thing that’s reassuring after seeing the kind of camp those older than you can set up back at the warehouse. 

“We should keep driving,” you suggest, “Let them regroup and get some rest.” 

“How far do we go?” he asks. What he really means is, how much distance between ourselves and these guys too?

“Three exits down?” Easy enough to keep track of which exit they would be off of come morning, but far enough to reassure both yourselves and the strangers for the night. 

Joshua doesn’t turn off the highway until you’ve counted five exits.

[aiimaginesbts]

** ((I figured that it's you being busy with stuff cause the activity on your feed was very stagnant persay so im not mad at anyone for it. But yeah... angst.. sorry. It is half way through done actually. kinda. I want it to have a happy ending but like the way it's going it doesnt look like it is going to end that way for Mr. Lead Male [not a vampire, he's actually a cursed deity :3 ] here. oop. I'm doing just fine Ai. I hope that you had time to get a good rest during that holiday.)) [1/2]

[2/2] ** ((I would want to post that story but like i would be so shy if you did find it and read it. like Im just a little neighbourhood spidey with a very tiny nack for what LOOKS like poetry [Flash news: it's not]. well that's it for today, love you dear babydoll and dont forget that you should always love yourself too. I miss you lots but that might just be me being a little creepy lol. ))

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Halfway done!?!?? OMG I’m so excited? How long do you think it’s going to be? I wanna read it! (Who cares about work right)

Cursed deity; that sounds so COOL. I guess I’ll need to do some stalkering to find your stories... I can’t believe I haven’t thought of doing that before. Well, I see it as poetry, and that’s all that matters to me!

Oh... yeah... my feed... (nervous laugh). Yeah, I haven’t been able to get on Tumblr much, and when I do, most of the things on my dashboard are answers for asks and non-BTS related content. As someone who almost exclusively reblogs only BTS content, it becomes harder for me to find stuff to reblog. Not that I blame the people I follow, mind! They’re posting what they want, as they should. I guess I should refine the people I follow or spend a little more time finding good stuff to reblog to keep my blog alive T-T

My holiday was great, but a good rest it was not LOL. I organised the trip and my style is to try to visit as many places as I can so I can say that I don’t need to return if I can’t. Of course I would love to, but there’s just so many places in this whole wide world to explore, it’s just financially and physically impossible to do so sometimes. TLDR: It was fun but tiring. Again, no one to blame but myself.

I miss you lots too, does that mean I’m creepy?

[tbhstudying]

hey seo sorry i'm a little late on the drama stuff but,,, i just wanted to put it out there that seo is genuinely such a sweet & nice person!!!!! tbh she's been nothing but nice to me tho she probably has like 10x my followers (@ anon saying seo doesn't care about her followers) (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ ) also (if sth looks exactly like urs) who wouldn't be annoyed if they don't receive credit? we actually put in effort into our content ya know ;-; love u seo hopefully things get better for u soon i love u!!!

thank you so much, chantel ;; you’re too kind to me and i love and appreciate you very very much

an anon said:sending some positivity and love your way! you are great and i enjoy all your content and i admire how well youve handled all of this (at least on the outside - not snapping and throwing around curse words and such). i've been called a 12-year-old before online because i refused to get angry at people being mean :D anyway love you!

thank you so much! mmmm i don’t want to shout and swear at another person when logically explaining my point seems much kinder and more efficient, you know? thank you very much!

an anon said: seo i just wanted to say that youre honestly so fricking sweet and cute and pure and inspire so many people including me i mean part of the reason my life is finally getting more organized and just genuinely way better is bc of u and i truly can not comprehend how these people are calling you names :(((( i love u u brilliant human being!!! pls dont let this stuff get to ya :((((

asdfghjkl i’m so glad that i managed to help in some way! thank you for your support :”) i’m trying not to let this get to me too much ehehe ;u;

@chocopuffeater said:HI HI HI I LOVE YOU! I just saw the posts about the depressing anon messages and I think you're so strong for responding the way you did. seo amazing! ^_^

thank you so much, sissi!! i really appreciate it aaaaaaa

an anon said:the fact that the hate anons are ANONS and unwilling to actually say something to your face just proves how immature they are, ngl. seo, i'm sorry you've gotten caught up in this mess with studyflorals... if nobody has anything nice to say, then they shouldn't say it. i hope you have a lovely day :)

yeah, i’m tempted to turn off anon, but at the same time, i don’t want to prevent anybody from asking the questions that they need ;; some ppl have told me that they get anxious when they’re not on anon and i don’t want to make it difficult for them to reach out to me and ask a question if they need to.anyhow thank you very much and i hope you have a brilliant day too!

an anon said:I just read those anon messages about your post quality and follower count etc and just wanted to say that you have such a great mindset and inspire me with your posts and videos! And tbh not everything you make is interesting/appeals to me but i still appreciate the quality and all the work you put into it. There's no reason to attack you like that, if you don't like sth you don't like it. Don't let them get to you and have a great week!

aaaa thank you for continuing to stick with me ;; yeah, not everything i make will appeal to everyone, but i’m glad that i managed to help with at least some of my content

an anon said:reminder: please don't let ignorant people drag you down! you're wonderful!

reminder: you’re wonderful as well! thank you, anon :”) i hope you have a fantastic day!