#Nothin' But Bangers

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Well if you do (or even if you dont)

DO I HAVE A BOOK FOR YOU

"For five years, Aderyn has waited to get the Call—the event when the system controlling her world grants her a class and appropriate skills to become an adventurer. When the system makes her a Warmaster, Aderyn eagerly sets out on her first journey. The problem? Her class is useless. No one believes a Warmaster is anything but a joke. They aren’t strong fighters, they have no magic, and they don’t have powerful skills. But Aderyn hasn’t waited all these years to give up now. With the help of a young man from another world, she’s going to prove this Warmaster can do anything."

so maybe isekai isnt the term. what do you call when someone is isekai'd into your world? and also your world is much cooler... except for maybe the toilets.

you can read it on audible with the link above OR the first 20 people to reply to this post with your email get a free spotify code to listen to the audiobook!

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CRINGE BUT FREE ERA

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Here's my next batch of artfight attacks!

Characters belong to (in order of appearance): Daisy @jun6bugs | Cass @trashyspud330 | Alice + Cora @/Sauce-Ruler-Supreme + @bentbats | Ily @minmocat

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im in the constant process of downloading all my spotify playlists as files and i had a loooot but i just found my Maximum Emotional Impact Queen Playlist and lemme tell u the section at the end that goes forever -> mother love -> goin back -> i can hear music -> no one but you

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new app icon!!!

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sorry to the few ppl on my dash I am not spam liking on ur blog ur just the only ones on my dash

[jefferythejelly]

aw damn looks like i can’t pull out this url yet😔

[convolutedblasphemy]

I wasn't shitting you guys btw I actually made the one-sided radiostatic playlists

here is my lyrical masterpiece. both the vox version and the alastor one. done my best to make it as lyrically accurate as possible. @styrofauxm @onesidedradiostatic i hope you enjoy this (go check out the full lyrics for the songs on google if you can't listen to it but i recommend it because all of these are bangers) feat. my stupid commentary and vox's pathetic wet cat energy

Click to listen to the Vox one on YouTube

1. the hearse — matt maeson

thought this one fit so well lyrically. the "what was it like to feel in love" part i interpreted as vox asking himself that rather than alastor

❞ i am the man we both couldn't stand, i can't wash off the dirt from my hands, what was it like to feel in love? [...] i will never go backwards, i will never be free, i will never run faster; will you sink down to me? ❝

2. i'm just ken — ryan gosling

i'm not even adding lyrics to this one, everyone should have seen the barbie movie and this song at this point. this just HAD to be in there. can you feel the kenergy?

3. too many friends — placebo

less about alastor, more about vox's existential crisis

❞ my computer thinks I'm gay, i threw that piece of junk away on the champs-elysées as I was walking home. this is my last communique, down the superhighway. all that I have left to say in a single tome... ❝

4. creep — radiohead

i mean isn't this literally his theme song?

❞ when you were here before... couldn't look you in the eye. you're just like an angel. your skin makes me cry. you float like a feather in a beautiful world. i wish I was special. you're so fuckin' special. but I'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doin' here? ❝

5. where evil grows — the poppy family

y'all seen the sonic movie? we need to see vox do that dance.

❞ i like the way you smile at me, i felt the heat that enveloped me and what i saw i liked to see. i never knew where evil grew. i should have steered away from you, my friend told me to keep clear of you but something drew me near to you ❝

6. one of us — ava max

i had to edit this one a bit in the video and cut out the part about the kissing because that for sure didn't happen

❞ one of us would die for love; one of us would give it up. one of us would risk it all; one of us won't even call. one of us could say goodbye, never even bat an eye... ❝

7. colorblind — amber riley

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ i don't think that i'll ever find that silver lining or reason to smile. you know i used to paint such vibrant dreams, now I'm colorblind, colorblind. when did my heart get so full of never mind, never mind? did you know that you stole the only thing I needed? ❝

8. arcade — duncan lawrence

more pathetic wet cat energy brought to you by yours truly

❞ a broken heart is all that's left. i'm still fixing all the cracks. lost a couple of pieces when i carried it, carried it, carried it home. i've spent all of the love I saved. we were always a losing game; small town boy in a big arcade, i got addicted to a losing game... all i know, all i know: loving you is a losing game. ❝

9. if i can't have you — skylar astin

i picked the version from zoey's extraordinary playlist on purpose because the context of this scene is that the dude who sings it hires a bunch of singers and dancers to confess in a public space as you, the viewer, sit there and cringe at him as he gets rejected. if that doesn't have vox energy, i don't know what does.

❞ i'm good at keepin' my distance (lie), i know that you're the feelin' I'm missing. you know that I hate to admit it but everything means nothin' if I can't have you. i can't write one song that's not about you, can't drink without thinkin' about you. is it too late to tell you that everything means nothing if I can't have you? ❝

10. do you want me (dead)? — all time low

when vox asks himself whether alastor wants him or wants him dead it's definitely the second option.

❞ i let it ride on a bet, i doubled down on a sinking ship; need a second to catch my breath: do you want me? or do you want me dead? oh, give it up for at least a second; i'm getting sick of your bullshit attitude and how you walk around like you shine brighter, it's killing me, so what do you say? do you want me? or do you want me dead? ❝

11. push — ryan gosling

i can't just put one musical number from the barbie movie in and not include the other one that fits equally as well.

❞ said, i don't know if I've ever been good enough. i'm a little bit rusty and I think my head is cavin' in. and I don't know if I've ever been really loved by a hand that's touched me, and I feel like something's got to give and I'm a little bit angry, well, this ain't over, no, not here, no; not while I still need you around. ❝

Ice-cold rejection & vicious mockery: Alastor's version

the contrast of this is the best part.

Click here to listen to the Alastor one on YouTube

1. little big boy — madds buckley

he doesn't go easy on him. this is 0 compassion and 100% roast.

❞ brimstone fire and eyes aglow, little big boy's making the whole world know his name. raised on pillars and shining lights, breathing smoke for the right to keep his place. never satisfied 'till they all see how big this little boy can be. well the water's rising; tide's comin' in. does little big boy know how to swim in a pond filled with fish bigger than him? ❝

2. i help you hate me — sunrise avenue

he's so helpful fr but it's not working unfortunately

❞ i broke many hearts throughout my days. yours was the hardest one to face. though, I've never been a saint, i still love you every day, just not the lover kind of way. i know you wanna see me falling out, falling out the window. i know you wanna see me crashing down, crashing with my plane. baby, i'm way too young to die but I'll help you get over me. ❝

3. no surprise — daughtry

this is one of my favorite bands, i'm glad i got to include this.

❞ it came out like a river once i let it out when i thought that i wouldn't know how. held onto it forever just pushing it down, felt so good to let go of it now. not wrapping this in ribbons, shouldn't have to give a reason why: it's no surprise i won't be here tomorrow, i can't believe that I stayed 'til today. there's nothing here in this heart left to borrow. there's nothing here in this soul left to save. don't be surprised when we hate us tomorrow. ❝

4. go screw yourself — avery

i can picture him 1:1 delivering a swing version of this when vox confesses to him

❞ i know i've been holding it in, the way i feel about you. something i've been dying to say but I don't know how you'll take it; oh please don't go; you should know these three words i've been holding back; trying to fight, i'mma let 'em out... these three words, gotta let you know, here I go: go screw yourself. i've had enough, yeah, now we're done. ❝

5. the audacity — emelyn

this one's such a bop honestly. had to cut it in the video because i can't picture alastor realistically crying over anything vox-related.

❞ think your opinions should be broadcast... even though no one's subscribing, listening or liking but by all means, keep whining. must be tough if life's so rough. you should buy a mic, start a podcast, even though, wait, nobody asked. [...] where do all these men find the audacity? no actually, i'm stunned by your stupidity. ❝

6. friends — halocene

this one had to be on here.

❞ have you got no shame? you're looking insane turning up at my door. it's two in the morning, the rain is pouring, haven't we been here before? [...] so don't go look at me with that look in your eye, you really ain't going away without a fight. you can't be reasoned with, i'm done being polite. i've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times. haven't I made it obvious? haven't I made it clear? want me to spell it out for you? f-r-i-e-n-d-s ❝

7. can't catch me now — olivia rodrigo

he likes the attention def especially after his return

❞ bet you thought i'd never do it, thought it'd go over my head. i bet you figured i'd pass with the winter, be somethin' easy to forget. oh, you think i'm gone 'cause i left but i'm in the trees, i'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground. you'll see my face in every place but you can't catch me now. through wading grass, the months will pass, you'll feel it all around. i'm here, i'm there, i'm everywhere but you can't catch me now ❝

8. take a hint — victoria justice & elizabeth gillies

this is on every rejection playlist and it's gonna be on mine too. a bop even after all these years.

❞ ask me for my number, yeah, you put me on the spot. you think that we should hook up, but I think that we should not. you had me at "hello", then you opened up your mouth and that is when it started going south. [...] what about "no" don't you get? so go and tell your friends i'm not really interested. it's about time that you're leavin', i'm gonna count to three and open my eyes and you'll be gone ❝

9. no — madilyn bailey & megan nicole

more rejection for y'all. the world needs more mean aroaces and this playlist is my contribution.

❞ first you gonna say you ain't runnin' game, thinking i'm believing every word; call me beautiful, so original, telling me I'm not like other girls, i was in my zone before you came along, now i'm thinking maybe you should go ❝

10. oh no — marina and the diamonds

a classic.

❞ don′t do love, don't do friends; i′m only after success. don't need a relationship, i'll never soften my grip [...] i know exactly what i want and who i want to be. i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine. i'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. ❝

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[novemberocean]

I'm apparently in my pop punk era

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 3-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,682 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Strong language, use of derogatory terms, sexually suggestive language.

A/n: Two drawings took me so long, I feel very pathetic and unproductive but I am so happy to get the ball rolling. I can't wait to illustrate and submit chapter 4 because oooooh lord Tommy boy gon look good in it. I am also so excited to get writing the next few chapters, I have the fire in me and I don't want it to go out until I get a bunch of writing done lol. Please check the masterlist linked above for updates on progress.

Tag list: @fan-goddess

Chapter 3

The day begins with the sounds of birds happily chirping in the tree shading your backyard; a gentle breeze is washing over the land, cooling the heat away from the ground. You feel good today and decide it’s time for a cute yet practical outfit, so you grab some jean shorts, and a bright yellow tank top with a reliable pair of boots, you were ready to get things done. After eating some oatmeal purchased from Luda Mae’s store, you get your things ready to go drive to the next town and do some serious food shopping.

The car is packed with some water and a snack or two, but before you hit the road you take a trip down to see Dover the farmhand to try and appease him one more time. The morning seems to be the best time to catch him, and you can see him watching TV through a window so you knock on the door gently and hear a groan, he answers the door and when he sees you, he rolls his eyes and says rudely,

“Whadya want?”

You put on a sincere smile and reply “Good morning, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?”

“Ya interrupted my peace, now what the hell d’ya want?” his tone is aggressive, but you continue,

“I just thought I might interest you in some new stuff for your home? I know you like how things are but I wanted to see if I could make it more comfortable, like a new T.V, or a new bed or whatever else.”

He throws his head back and sighs “Ya just don’ get it do ya? I don’ want yer fancy shit from the city, I don’ need nothin’ other’an this here orchard n’some peace! Why don’t ya just go play dress up with the Hewitts again, see if their retard son will play tea party with ya”

He slams the door on you. You feel sick with anger and knock again, this time more loudly.

Dover opens the door and screams “The fuck is yer problem?”

You try to keep your cool as you reply through gritted teeth “Why are you so mean to me? What did I ever do to you other than be kind and offer you help or nice things! You don’t even know my name!”

Dover’s eyebrows furl into and angry frown “This here land belongs t’me, stupid little girl. I worked fer years under that bitch Tilly, and the fact that she left everythin’ to some no-good kid who don’ deserve it, makes my skin crawl. If I had my way, this place’d be mine”

You look visibly confused “What is that supposed to mean?”

He then pauses and gets all flustered “Nothin’, nothin’ at all. You just let me do everythin’ here, soon ya gon’ realize ya don’t belong here and leave, if ya know what’s good fer ya. Now never come back to this house ever again or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry ‘bout”

He slams the door again and you are shaking with rage, your eyes begin to well up with tears as you walk away back to your car. You set out on the drive to the next town and it feels like it lasts forever, the road is straight and flat, and the surroundings are just large swathes of yellow grass and wheat rushing past you as you speed up to shorten the distance. The sky is cloudless and the sun is blaring down on you causing your eyelids to weigh down, you decide to put on a playlist that only has bangers to energize you. Eventually you see the welcome sign for the next town and feel a sigh of relief.

 The town is small but you are able to spot a large Costco in the distance -Oh hell yeah, I can really stock up now-. You find a parking spot close to the door and as you walk in you get blasted by the air conditioning which feels so nice after that long, hot drive. You take your time through the aisles grabbing as many bulk items as you can, finding preserved goods that won’t immediately go bad, and some produce that would be able to last a little longer than others. Once your cart is fully maxed out with goods you head to the cashier who looks at you funny due to the number of things you are buying. They greet you,

“Hi Ma’am, all this for you?”

You smile, feeling a bit embarrassed “Yeah, I don’t live nearby any stores, just stocking up.”

They smile back “Oh yeah? Where ya comin’ from?”

You reply “Fuller”

The cashier squints her eyes in curiosity “Fuller? Where’s that at?”

You are a little surprised by their response, but with how desolate the town is their response makes sense, you say,

“It’s a... um, well…a dead town near the Oklahoma border”

They tilt their head as they scan your Costco card “Must be real dead if I ain’t never heard of it.��

“Yeah, it is” you give a little chuckle and they continue,

“Well, alright then, I’ll get yer stuff boxed here and you can be back on yer way to the dead town.”

You finish paying and thank the cashier, then you start wheeling your cart back to the car when a very old man approaches you.

“You came from Fuller?” he says

You reply “Yeah, do you know it?”

He pauses, then says “I know it. That town used to have a lot people go missing after the businesses left. Why’re you out there?”

“I inherited an orchard” you say quietly

He places his hand on his chin “Oh? So, there’s still somethin’ left huh. Be careful ma’am, that town ain’t safe from what I know. The people ain’t right, if there’s any people left.”

You feel extremely confused “Ok, uh, thanks?”

You open the trunk and fill it with the bags wondering what he could possibly mean by people going missing, and the citizens being not right.

The drive back felt a lot faster; you were running what that old man had said through your head, -he must be talking about Dover, or maybe some urban legend-. You have experienced gossip and falsehoods about your own town back home before, so it didn’t seem so absurd to have a random stranger tell you something odd. You arrive back at the house by 1pm, happy to have been so productive today, you begin to unload the car and get everything into the house.

All the groceries get put away and you decide to start baking a batch of chocolate chip muffins for the Hewitts since they have been nothing but nice to you, and it’s the first time in a long while where you feel comfortable around other people; you are hopeful of making new long-term friends with the Hewitts. You bake 24 muffins since you assume that Tommy likely eats a lot and maybe hasn’t had a baked pastry in a while. When the muffins are done baking you take them out of the oven and put them in the little basket you brought the fruit over in, you cover the muffins with a cheesecloth and make your way over.

You walk up the driveway and look to the barn but don’t see Tommy there, just a group of chickens clucking around. You knock on the door which gets answered by Charlie who says,

“Well, well, well, what we got here? Bringin’ us somethin’ good sweetheart?”

You blush and reply “Yeah, I baked some muffins for all of you”

“Well, ain’t you sweet. Come in girlie, Luda’s gonna wanna say hi” he waves you in

You didn’t like how he stared at you but he seemed mostly harmless, he calls out into the house

“Luda! The neighbor girl is here!”

Luda Mae comes out from the kitchen drying her hands with a towel “Oh hi dear! What a welcome surprise to see you. What brings you by?”

You smile, Luda Mae is such a welcoming and kind person, you say “I baked some muffins for everyone, as a thank you for inviting me over the other day, and kindness you have all shown me”

“That is so thoughtful of you! I hope you know you’re welcome to come by anytime dear, you don’t need to bring gifts every visit, your company is enough” she says sincerely.

You feel very accepted among this strange small-town family you say “It was no big deal really, I went to the next town over to get groceries and picked up some ingredients to make sweet things to share”

Luda Mae tilts her head and smiles indicating how impressed she is by your kindness and generosity, she follows with “Well Tommy will just love these, I guess you must’ve known that he doesn’t get to eat baked goods often”

She calls out for him to come upstairs and you immediately get butterflies in your stomach, they make you feel nauseous and excited. You hear heavy, thudding footsteps and the house gently rattles as Tommy makes his way up to the living room from what you assume is the basement.  He stops in his tracks the second he looks up and sees you; his eyes were shrouded in shadow from his hair and thick brows but despite the darkness, the brilliant blue looking back at you was vivid and bright; his long hair was roughly tousled and draped down to the nape of his neck in curly dark brown tendrils.

You finally got to see him even closer and you lose your breath with just how incredibly huge this giant of a man is compared to your own height, his chest is so wide it would enshroud your entire body if you hid behind it, his thick pectorals heaving with every breath under his worn-down short sleeve blouse. His legs were massive and covered by a pair of very worn and dirty jeans, they were hanging onto by a worn belt that had a large belt buckle, oxidized by time. You immediately felt a tinge of ancient animal fear from the obvious difference in power his body displayed, he could kill you in seconds if he wanted to but beneath his brutish exterior you could sense there was someone worth taking a chance on.

You wished to be able to see the rest of his face but it was hidden behind a dark leathery mask which was tactfully sewn together, there was only a small slit near his mouth for air to pass through, you wondered what he was hiding if he was already this impressive.

Luda Mae sighs and says,

“Thomas, don’t be shy, Y/N brought us some sweets, say thank you”

He holds his stare on you, he had never seen someone as breathtaking as yourself and your clothes did nothing to hide your robust, curvaceous figure, you didn’t look like someone who could easily break if he were to touch you but your height was barely a third of his own. He couldn’t help but find you simultaneously gorgeous and cute which was a perplexing and new feeling he welcomed. He suddenly snaps out of his trance when Luda Mae clears her throat, he then nods slowly as he shifts his eye contact from you and turns to leave quickly back down the stairs.

Luda Mae shakes her head “Excuse him, he takes a bit to warm up to people he likes”

“What about the people he doesn’t like?” You shocked yourself with your comment, it seemed to have just come out against your will.

Luda Mae looks at the floor and clenches the towel “Oh… haha well, don’t worry yourself about that hun. He likes you; one can tell that plain from the way he’s behavin’ ”

You let out a giggle and try to hide from the heat building up in your cheeks, Luda Mae notices this and smiles, Charlie sees this too and rudely barks in,

“Good thing y’got a crush on him because the people who don’t like him? Well, Girlie, you don’t wanna be them.”

Luda Mae drops her smile and snaps “YOU HUSH UP RIGHT THIS SECOND! THOMAS AIN’T DONE NOTHING WRONG!”

Charlie just laughs and wanders off, Luda Mae looks at you and says,

“I’m so sorry ‘bout him dear, he’s got such bad manners, does whatever he wants.” She places her hands on her hips and squints in the direction Charlie wandered off.

You reply “It’s alright. You know, Thomas seems to not want to be around me every time I come here. I hope I am not seeming like an intrusion to him.”

Luda Mae gets a worried look and says “Oh sweetheart, as his mama I can tell you with full certainty that he likes when you come over. He asked about you the other day, wondering who you are”

You try to suppress the smile forming on your lips, “I didn’t know he spoke. I would love to get to know him better” for some reason you kept saying bold statements despite your mind protesting the revealing honesty.

Luda Mae smiles at you “He speaks to the people he feels comfortable with, so far that’s only been me and sometimes Charlie. I think you may have to make an effort with Thomas dear, he is going to be like taming a wild animal, so you have your work cut out for you”

You continue a bit of small talk about the town you visited and then take your leave back down the drive way to home. The walk back makes you think of so many scenarios in which you would be able to speak with Tommy, he seemed like he would have a lot to say. The prospect of making Tommy trust you and having such a unique friend was overstimulating and got you so excited that you didn’t notice Dover come out of the bushes next to you, making you jump from being startled. He gives you a dirty look and says,

“Seems like yer makin’ friends with them Hewitt folk. What a stupid girl ya are. You know their sons a violent sort dontcha?”

You have had enough of Dover and his cruelty, you reply,

“I thought you wanted to be left alone? Besides, Thomas is really shy, he doesn’t seem violent”

Dover laughs “Ya really are dumber’n ya look! That retard would string ya up and eat ya alive if you don’t get the hell outta here”

You stop walking and face Dover “Why are you telling me this? It seems like you don’t care if I live or die so what would it matter to you if he DID eat me alive?”

He stops and looks at you “I DON’T CARE IF YA GET BURNED ALIVE!”

You stare at him, saying nothing, and he awkwardly looks around, expecting you to get mad, he follows

“Ya like that fool dontcha? Yer fixin’ to have him split yer birthin’ bits in two huh?”

You sneer at the crass statement “What is wrong with you? If you don’t need anything from me then please just go find the peace you claim to want, and let me live my life”

You continue walking away and he yells back after you “Those fuckers ate people ya know! Next theyr’ gon’ eat YOU! Have fun fuckin’ a cannibal man, ya dummy!”

You keep walking and make your way to the front door of your home, the words said to you by Dover were heinous but they did make you think, -He might be right, Luda Mae and her family say some really weird things a lot and seem to change the subject when things get too suspicious. At this point, I don’t care anymore… this is my only chance to have a normal life and have friends, maybe even family. I’m going to continue Tilly’s legacy, if not for her… then for all the people who seem to actually care about me-

Next chapter-

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Tarts | John "Soap" MacTavish x Male Reader | Fluff

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Little bit of kissing but that's all

Request; "could you please write some soap x male reader fluff? like quite domestic and they're baking together and have a dog maybe?" @sammy863

A/N; MY FIRST REQUEST YEAAHH!! In all honesty, I tried writing this 4 times before giving up and having my friend help me, and thank god I asked because I was pulling my hair out. I wonder if you can tell what my favourite dog breed is? /s anyway, enjoy lads!

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Mo grá means 'My love' in Irish btw

“Johnny,” Y/N whined, stopping his hands that were kneading shortbread dough and hanging his head back. “When will I be done? My arms are sore.”

John turned his head to look at him while continuing to mix the tart filling he was working on. “Stop complaining,” he scolded, turning his attention back to the fruity mix. “You can put it in the fridge”

Y/N moulded it into a ball and wrapped it in clingfilm tightly, leaving no room for air bubbles before taking it to the fridge and placing it inside, shutting it behind him.

“Until it gets firm, then you can roll it flat ‘n cut it,” John said. He paused his stirring when feeling Y/N creep up behind him and wrap one of his arms around his large build. “What are you up to?”

“Nothin’” Y/N said, bringing his other hand around and revealing a bottle of whiskey, attempting to pour it into John’s handiwork, the latter grabbing his hand and squeezing.

“Awa you and chew mah banger,” The brunette hissed, squeezing Y/N’s hand. He placed the bottle on the counter but didn’t let go of it, keeping a tight grip on it. He leaned in and kissed John’s neck, proceeding to rest his chin on his shoulder.

“Aye, sorry mo gráh” Y/N replied, hand travelling down and resting on John’s hip. “I was just trying to make it taste better. You know I would though.” He whispered the last part, kissing his lover's neck again. John scoffed and patted his head before dipping his finger in the filling and putting it in front of Y/N’s lips.

“Taste.” Y/N complied, taking his finger into his mouth and licking the sweet jam off it.

“God, it’s sweet,” He grunted, playfully scrunching up his face. “It’s good, I like it.”

John hummed and pushed the bowl away from him, wrapping the top with cling film before turning around to look at Y/N who smiled and kissed him on the nose.

“I think Alfie would like some,” Y/N mentioned, letting the whiskey go and taking the spoon from the bowl, stepping away from John.

“Don’t you dare,” He warned, reaching for Y/N’s hand. He had already alerted their anatolian shepherd by saying his name, the big dog trotting into the kitchen with his ears perked up. He wagged his tail at the sight of Y/N running past him with a spoonful of jam.

“Come on, laddy! Don’t get me caught!” Y/N laughed running through the small house with both Alfie and John on his heels. Y/N slid on the wood floors because of his socks, almost running into a wall.

“Don’t you give him that, Y/N! I’ll kick your arse!” He yelled as he chased the two, almost barreling straight through their bedroom door when Y/N closed it in his face and locked it behind him, pressing his back to it to keep it closed while he laughed. He let the large dog lick the spoon clean while John made empty threats and scolded him while pounding on the door. “You’ll have to come out eventually.”

“Aye, I will!” He said, taking shaky breaths between his laughter. “But you won’t stick to any a those threats, will ya now?”

In response, John unlocked the door and shouldered it open, Y/N stumbling forward and tripping over Alfie, landing face first into the floor. Alfie picked up the spoon in his jaws and bolted past John, disappearing into the living room to lick it clean. Y/N was cackling as John grabbed his left ankle and began dragging him back into the hallway, his own laughter joining Y/N’s. Y/N grabbed onto the doorway with both his hands and effectively stopped John from yanking him any further through the home, struggling to break free from his tight grip.

John eventually let him go and Y/N rolled onto his back, a wide grin on his face as he looked up at John, sharing his fond gaze. He dropped to his knees, straddling Y/N’s legs and cupping his face, pulling him into a chaste kiss. Y/N was still giggling, wrapping his arms around John’s waist and rocking side to side as best he could. John lightly slapped his cheek and pulled away from him, Y/N’s wide, toothy smile making him laugh.

“You look like a gobshite,” He said. Y/N shrugged his shoulders and looked at him with adoration, leaning up to kiss him.

“I love you, Johnny,” Y/N whispered against John’s lips, leaning in to give him another kiss. He reciprocated it, tilting his head and smiling. Y/N let one of his hands travel down John’s back, sneakily resting on his ass and giving it a tight squeeze.

“No, we are not doing this in the hallway,” John said, pulling away from Y/N’s face and putting his hand over his mouth. The H/C furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, but John gave him a stern look that screamed ‘There will be no negotiation.’

Y/N licked John’s hand, the latter groaning and sitting up, wiping his hand on Y/N’s shirt with a face of disgust.

“Are you willing to reconsider?” He queried, tilting his head and looking at his lover with a smug face. He shook his head with a grin and attempted to stand, only to be pulled into Y/N’s arms again, wrapping them around his waist tighter and flipping them over and kissing John again.

His hands rested on John’s hips and he leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, pulling away and looking down at John.

“I love you, Johnny,” Y/N said as he kissed John again, the latter wrapping his arms around Y/N’s neck loosely. He deepened the kiss by parting his lips and running his tongue on Y/N’s own, him opening his mouth and welcoming John’s wet tongue into his mouth, sighing at the feeling of being so close to him. Y/N would never get sick of this feeling, his chest tightening and mind buzzing with excitement and affection for John, all for him, and only for him.

Alfie walked over and stared at his parents with what could only be described as disgust. The only option he had to stop this nonsense of his humans trying to eat each other's faces was obvious to him: jump on Y/N’s back and dig all four of his large paws into his skin to end this incident. So that is exactly what he did.

Y/N grunted as Alfie pushed him off of John rather aggressively, resting on his side as he barked at them both and took up a playful stance before stepping on John and laying all his body weight on him, glaring at Y/N with his big brown puppy eyes.

Scoffing, Y/N sat up and stared at the two, a betrayal written all over his face. “I can’t believe this!” He exclaimed, watching John as he laughed and wrapped his arms around the big dog. “You’ve chosen this boyo over me!”

“I haven’t, honest!” John laughed, ruffling Alfie’s thick fur as he looked at Y/N. “I’d never pick a mutt over you.”

“Tell that to the boyo that’s shoved me off ya and taken my place!”

“He’s just clingy.” Y/N made an ‘uh huh’ noise before standing up and leaving the two to cuddle. “Are you sulking now?”

“No,” Y/N lied, walking to the kitchen and watching them from behind the counter, his bottom lip and cheeks puffed out. John shook his head and pushed Alfie off of him, getting onto his feet and walking to Y/N, kissing him in the cheek.

“You’re not a very good liar,” John whispered. Y/N turned and wrapped his arms around John again, kissing his forehead and proceeding to bury his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “Will you help me finish the tarts?”

“‘Course I will, mo grá.”

[rowarn]

Some days ago you mentioned you hate x reader stories that are clearly x OC. BRO ME TOO because I literally JUST saw a post on a blog that tagged their OC facts post as character x reader. Another peeve is when it’s an x reader where no description is used for reader but then the readers family all have names and other specific physical descriptions. And using the x reader tag when the post is not remotely related to character x reader. Idk if you’ve seen a blog responding to hate asks using all of the cod x reader tags. Like why?

i got soooo much beef with the ppl on tumblr and the way they nonsensically tag things bc why r random poorly edited memes in the smut tags does it look like i'm gonna jerk off to that wtf??????????? get outta here !!!!!!!

also i have not seen that but it's perfectly plausible that i have them blocked bc i block ppl who clutter the tags with nonsense 😭 nothin worse than bein on a streak of readin BANGER FICS and then someone random decides to use every character tag to answer an ask asking about op's favorite color

i ALSO have beef with ppl who put in the writer tags complaints about how people write said characters it's super rude and just a big ick for me which is why i also block ppl who do that like keep it on ur blog not in the tags ppl use to post the writings ur complaining about PLEASE 😭

and YESSS why do ppl even bother making readers appearance ambiguous if ur gonna hit everyone with "your birth mother and father have piercing blue eyes that change color with their mood and strikingly blonde hair and pale skin" like DAMN WHAT WAS THE POINT

i could go on for ages about complaints i have it's like one of my biggest pet peeves about tumblr 😭

[earthstellar]

Since we're all Starscream posting thanks to Earthspark, I thought I'd share what I considered to be the ultimate Seeker Trine song when I was a kid

Yes, it's The Misfits from Jem and the Holograms, but hear me out:

Would the Trine not immediately pick them as their holoforms?

Of course they would, they have drama, presentation, power, and an absolutely sick bass line. (Also most of their music videos feature them flying around in some shape or form, so I mean, yes.)

Is this entire song focused around them singing about how fucking cool they are?

Yeah, it is. They aren't wrong.

It's also one of the better Misfits songs from the show lmao

But you can't tell me the vibes aren't there:

I'm just saying. Similar energy.

Lyrics below the cut, because I fully encourage everyone to know all the songs from this show, because they're absolute bangers.

It's a total eclipse

The moon's overtaking the sun

It's a total eclipse

We're comin' to grips

You'll be left in the shadows

When I'm done

For I've got

Universal appeal

[Universal appeal]

Universal appeal

[Universal appeal]

Haley's Comet's got nothin' on me

I'm the brightest star in the galaxy

Universal appeal, baby

[Universal appeal]

Universal appeal

[Universal appeal]

I keep growin' bigger each day

Soon I'm gonna outshine the Milky Way

In my own mind's eye

I am the sky

So why should I be shy?

When I've got

Universal appeal

I've got [Universal appeal]

Universal appeal

I've got [Universal appeal]

I've got [Universal appeal]

I've got [Universal appeal]

Universal

Universal appeal

[pianostarinwonderland]

TWST White Day Letters 2022

Some people had sent me asks and comments asking where I found the letters. Truth be told, most of the letters I found are from people who made explicit requests to not share the images publicly, so I’ll put it all in one Tumblr post.

Placed under a cut for easier scrolling.

Students

Riddle Rosehearts

My dear friend—

Your gift is warmly received. That you should spare such thought for the Heartslabyul housewarden despite our differing affiliations is surprising. Come to my dorm lounge after school tomorrow for a spot of tea. I’ll look over your homework while we’re there.

Trey Clover

Hello, friend—

I admit, I’m not used to surprises like this one. I’m a little taken aback, but grateful regardless. I just wish I had something thoughtful in return… Actually, I know! I’ll meet you in your classroom once lessons are finished for the day. That way, I can learn what sort of things you like.

Cater Diamond

Eyyy, friendo!

How’s it going? Thanks for the present. This is a Cay-Cay-certified banger! Have you been checkin’ out my feed or something? Haha. We gotta make another vid for Magicam sometime ;)

Ace Trappola

Heya, pal—

I was floored when I got a gift from you outta nowhere! And even MORE floored when I saw you’d picked out something I really like. Thanks! If I can get my hands on a deluxe ham and cheese sandwich today, it’s all yours. Least I can do, right?

Deuce Spade

My good friend—

First, thank you SO MUCH. Makes me wonder what I’ve done to deserve a present like this from you! I really appreciate it, though! We should go blastcycle riding on one of our free days sometime soon. See you in class.

Leona Kingscholar

Hey—

I’m no stranger to lavish gifts, but getting one from you was unexpected enough to pique my interest. So here you go, a proper message of gratitude: Thank you for your considerate gift.

Ruggie Bucchi

Welp—

I woke up from a snooze to find a package sitting in my room, so I helped myself to find what was inside. Thanks a ton! Shyeeheehee. Getting something this nice for free is a seriously lucky break! And don’t worry, I won’t pawn it or nothin’. I’ll take reeeal good care of it.

Jack Howl

Hi.

Getting a present delivered out of nowhere scared the daylights out of me. Thanks, really. But couldn’t you have just given it to me in person during class tomorrow? If there’s anything you want in return, let me know. I always repay my debts.

Azul Ashengrotto

My boon companion—

What a lovely gift this is. Thank you kindly. If you’re ever in need of anything, don’t be afraid to reach out. And just to be clear, that’s not in return for the gift—after all, I’ve accepted this as a token of your sentiment. That said, I’m willing to take it somewhat into account with any future bargains we might make.

Jade Leech

My good friend—

I am humbled—and dare I say, awestruck—to receive such a thoughtful and delightful gift. Thank you. Now I know how land-dwelling schoolmates express their mutual appreciation. This experience has been well and truly fascinating.

Floyd Leech

Dear little shrimpy—

Is it a thing for land-dwellers to just randomly gift each other stuff? I don’t see the point myself, but hey, thanks! I’ll give you a surprise of my own one of these days. If the mood strikes, I mean. Just you wait!

Kalim Al-Asim

To my dear friend—

Thanks for the gift! It’s flattering to know you picked this out just for me! I’ll treat you to anything you like in return—food, live entertainment, an item you’ve been pining after… You just say the word. …On second thought, no. I’ll come up with something myself! Just like you came up with this gift to give me.

Jamil Viper

Hello—

I’ll admit it. I’m beyond surprised. I suppose a heartfelt “thank you” is in order. In fact, why don’t we meet at the school store after class tomorrow? Hopefully I’ll be able to find you something to return the favor.

Vil Schoenheit

Dearest friend—

Your gift was lovely. Thank you. This calls for fitting recompense. Hence, I’ll be handpicking a personal fragrance for you. May you sleep well tonight dreaming of the possibilities.

Rook Hunt

Bonjour—

My, what a thoughtful gesture! I am a hard person to surprise, but you have done so all the same. How long has it been since I felt the urge to spring into dance on the spot? Merci, beaucoup!

Epel Felmier

Dear classmate—

Thank you for the amazing present! It seriously caught me off guard in the best way. Just you wait—I’ll get you an even cooler gift in return. See you in class!

Idia Shroud

@YOU

what

who in their right mind would send a present to me

wait, isn’t this… did u check my wishlist for this?

uhhhh nvm, nbd

thx 4 the gift ig

Ortho Shroud

Hello, Prefect—

Thank you for picking out a gift for me. It’s exactly what I wanted! How did you predict my thought data so accurately? You should share your logic with me sometime. Maybe then I can whip up whatever it is that YOU want!

Malleus Draconia

To my good friend—

A gift? For me, of all people? Your tastes are…distinctive, I must say. Worry not, though—I enjoyed it, of course. What would you like in return, I wonder? I shall take great pleasure in speculating the answer to that question.

Lilia Vanrouge

Greetings!

Thank you for the most excellent gift! You know, I am told that in some cultures, giving someone a gift is a sign of friendship. I hope you’re ready for me to give you something in return. In fact, I suggest you clear a good square meter or so of space in your dorm!

Sebek Zigvolt

Human—

Heh. You thought a gift would be enough to worm your way into my confidence? Well, I can hardly fault your ambition. I suppose in return, I could regale you with a few tales of Master Malleus’ martial might! You have parts I through XI to choose from.

Silver

Salutations—

You picked out a gift specifically for me? The sentiment is greatly appreciated. Thank you. I’ve selected something for you in return. Come to my classroom after school tomorrow. And feel free to wake me up if I’ve nodded off.

Grim

Dear minion—

I found a package next to my pillow when I woke up this morning. Figured it was one of the ghosts pullin’ a prank, but nope. It was a present from you! You picked this out just for me, huh? That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy! I mean, more than usual, on account of all the fur. Feel free to do this kinda thing every day, sidekick!

Staff

Dire Crowley

Dear esteemed student—

Thank you for the delectable gift. I finished it all in one sitting as soon as I opened the package! What? You say it wasn’t food? …I was joking, of course. I’m ever so grateful for the job you do every day as prefect. Do keep up the good work.

Mozus Trein

Dear juvenile—

First, I should thank you for the gift. However, if you want to ensure your teachers view you charitably and grade your tests favorably, I’d advise being a good student and showing up to class punctually rather than giving gifts. But perhaps a thank-you note isn’t the place for a lecture. The sentiment is appreciated, at the very least.

Divus Crewel

Dear pup—

Thank you for the present. However, this is highly inappropriate, and I wouldn’t hold my breath for a return gift if I were you. All I have to offer you is discipline. That said, I wouldn’t be adverse to joining you for a (single) cup of tea sometime. Do restrain yourself from howling for joy.

Ashton Vargas

Dear student—

Wow! A gift for me? I guess I was just born popular…though I don’t normally get gifts from students. Tell you what—I’ll let you in on the secret behind my incredible bod. You ready? Here’s the trick: eat four dozen raw eggs a day!

Sam

Heya, my little imp!

What’s up? Usually, I’m the one doing the giving, not the other way around! Thanks for the nice surprise. How about I guess what you’d like? Bet it’s something already in stock. Feel free to drop by Mr. S’s Mystery Shop anytime!

[yasmindifference]

consequences

For JayTimWeek’s FREE DAY! Actually might come back and add more to this later today, we’ll see ♡

Three weeks into his partnership with Red Hood, Tim gets shot.

Jason kills the culprit.

“That wasn’t necessary,” Tim says later. They’re in their base of operations, Tim hunched over his knees while Jason stitches the wound in his back. His suit’s in pieces on the floor. “That wasn’t—”

He’s silenced by Jason’s sudden, bruising grip on his shoulder.

“No one,” he says, very lowly, “gets away with hurting my Robin.”

His voice is dark, threaded with everything they don’t ever talk about.

Not for the first time, Tim wonders if he’s making a mistake.

“Injuries are part of the job,” he reminds Jason. “You can’t just kill every—every low-level banger that gets a lucky shot at me.”

“Watch me,” Jason says, and returns to his stitching.

“Jay—”

“That’s how this is gonna work,” he says. “Nothin’ you can do about that. Take it or leave it.”

Tim thinks about it—leaving. Going back to the Cave, apologizing to Dick. Moving back into the Manor. Putting more locks on his door to make himself feel safe enough to sleep around Damian. Eating alone to soothe his fear of poison. Watching the little brat wear his colors, putting up with his mocking, watching Dick do nothing about the relentless stream of degradation…

Walking away from Jason.

Tim closes his eyes.

By this point in his life, he’s had more than enough experience with death to know how grief can change a person. His mother’s death made him cautious, closed him off a little. Kon’s and Bart’s and Steph’s (supposed) deaths taught him to cling to what he had left, more and more each time. His father’s death detached him from civilian life, driving him further into the cape.

Apparently, Bruce’s death has made him selfish, because the fact is…he’d rather let Jason kill people for hurting him than go back to being alone.

“So?” Jason asks, tying off the last stitch. “What’s it gonna be?”

“Please don’t kill for me,” Tim tries.

Jason kisses his shoulder where he gripped it before. “Sorry, baby. This part ain’t negotiable.” He pauses, eyes heavy on Tim’s back. “That a deal-breaker?”

Tim has to swallow three times before he can speak.

“No,” he admits. “It’s not.”

He’s just going to have to live with that.

[syn4k]

all of my best fics start when i think for a little bit and then go "i'm going to write an absolute banger" out loud. Here goes fuckin' nothin