#Peach Mag

[felixthepoet]

Holocene, Peach Mag, 2020

[meownotgood]

Please post some peaches pics it's been quite a while and we need the daily kitty!! >.<

PEACHY!!!!!!

[mageiad]

posting art i've never posted before (basically) every day until my wrist gets better: day 25

princesses………………..

[primsycoldbottles]

shouldve never been allowed to get miitopia (for the 3ds) because now its all i want to playyyyy

[schreckensbleiches-nervenbuendel]

Katzen-Update (mein bf & ich sind momentan Katzensitter):

Katze kratzt an meinem Deko-Totenschädel herum, hat Schiss vor dem Skelett im Wohnzimmer und liegt gern in dem Regal zwischen den Mord-und-Totschlag-Büchern.

Sie und ich haben Frieden geschlossen. Ich hab akzeptiert, dass sie mich braucht.

Sie hat verstanden, dass ich sauer werde, wenn sie an meinem Deko-Totenschädel herum kratzt und mir die Krallen in die Couch haut.

Wir sind auf einem guten Weg. Denke ich 😐

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Quick! Info dump about your favorite blorbo!

König headcanons

NSFW content below the cut, 18 + only (These apply to yandere König as well, the toxic stuff is marked with a red flag 🚩)

Does like 50 crunches and 50 pushups first thing in the morning when he wakes up, as he has done since he was a teenager.

Will fix everything from cars to furniture. If the door is creaking he will oil the hinges immediately. Actually, he will treat every single thing in life as a problem... A problem he will fix.

He's great at math and physics and has vast amounts of knowledge about mechanics, thermodynamics, even things like quantum theory and other complex astronomy stuff.

He's completely clueless when it comes to following trends and memes. You have to explain every other tiktok to him. He rarely uses emojis but when he does, it's awkward and slightly intimidating because König doesn't know the hidden meanings behind them. If you send him an eggplant or peach emoji he asks if you need veggies from the store.

Loves your cooking (even if it's just microwaved mac and cheese). If you start to feed this man, you'll never get rid of him.

This is your classic mama’s boy who never had to learn how to cook and then went to the army and got used to the facility taking care of him so… yeah. Doesn't know how to cook but will try to help in any way he can! König is very excited to see you’re making food and wanders into the kitchen like “What are we making today?” You can try and give him a chopping board, an onion and a knife, but this poor man doesn't even peel the onion unless you tell him he has to remove the outer layer first...

Eats like a horse. Is secretly afraid that you run out of food. Goes to the fridge and if it's half full, he will not take the snack he was supposed to have, only comments: "The fridge looks empty." (It's not a passive aggressive statement, he's just worried.)

Also: everytime there's a crisis somewhere – he follows the news neurotically – König starts to prep. There's a month's worth of food stashed in one of the cupboards at all times. He also preps fuel, propane, medicine and the like.

Ruins all the fun when you're playing board games because he fusses about the rules so much. König holds the rulebook in his hand through the whole game and double-checks every single thing.

He's very clumsy, sometimes hits his head on the door frame when he's in a hurry or visiting a new place. He can't stay still either, always shakes his leg when he’s sitting. König needs a lot of exercise when he's not deployed to get all that energy and frustration out.

This has been discussed earlier but yeah, König even drops his mags sometimes in the field because he's too excited. He's a very capable martial artist though. Has done Savate, Escrima and Pekiti-Tirsia Kali and is very agile and precise with the double kali sticks he carries to field sometimes. Suddenly his clumsiness disappears when he has to knife someone, kick someone in the head or beat them to death with those sticks.

This is the reason König fucked up his sniper dreams too: having to control his breath, lie still for long amounts of time, then take aim and shoot a rifle vs. aiming during an adrenaline high, giving a tight spurt or two with his SMG… The latter just comes naturally to him! If you ask him how he managed to take down a human trafficking cell all alone König will say he simply "got carried away."

König goes to the gym a lot. Gets back super pumped and with an urgent need to make love. But not before he's had a cold shower! It's almost like a ritual: he has to torture himself with weights and cold water first before he can have his prize (= access to a woman)

Wakes you up in the middle of the night because he started to worry about petty, stupid things and then got a lil horny. Humps your leg or your back very, very slowly while grunting in your ear: "Hey... Hey. Are you sleeping…?" (Like. Yes, König, I was but I'm not anymore, thanks for asking)

Asks what kind of fantasies you have all of a sudden while you two are cuddling. Asks very detailed questions about them too. If you ask him what kind of fantasies he has in return, König will tense up and then say he doesn't really know, perhaps something like… a blowjob in the forest… And somehow you just know that his real fantasies are so perverse you don't even want to know more about them.

If you "nag" or yell at him, he might get a boner.

If you notice and get offended, ask: "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?!' König will freeze and look at you with a bewildered, obsessed stare and go: "Ja..?" while the boner situation in his pants gets visibly worse.

🚩 Would never go to bed before you've settled your argument. The problem is that it's very difficult for König to apologize because he always thinks he's in the right and that you simply need some time to come to that conclusion too. If you give him the silent treatment he will eventually come to you, gets all touchy and asks surprisingly demurely: "Are you still angry with me?"

🚩 The minute you forgive him or decide it was a stupid argument anyways, the demure puppy act disappears. König thinks he won and that it's time for some makeup sex ❤️

Has like the longest cock known to man. He has actual trouble finding comfortable underwear to fit that beast into. It's beautiful but intimidating, uncut, smooth and sleek. Not too thick but certainly not thin either. He likes to keep himself tidy down there too so the lack of hair makes this murder weapon look even bigger.

You two occasionally break furniture while having sex. It's mainly his fault (he gets carried away). He's very upset about it afterwards though, looks at the destruction he caused, muttering "Scheisse…" while rubbing the back of his neck. Then he tries to fix it while you're still there with your legs shaking and in need of aftercare.

If you remind him that he has other duties first, perhaps whimper his name in frustration, König will apologize and carry you to bed. He gives you that precious aftercare with unwavering passion and attention every time you ask for it ❤️ He's just a little clueless sometimes (König is also neuroatypical, either has AD/HD or falls somewhere in the autism spectrum)

🚩 Hates condoms with an intense passion. You're practically forced to take birth control pills or whatever so that he can cum inside you. This man's whining will ultimately gain a level that's absolutely ridiculous if you don't.

The first time you do it without the rubber, he sounds like he's about to cry. He tells you a hundred times how good it feels, and won't pull out until he grows soft and is kind of forced to do so. For a man who's never even heard of a breeding kink, he seems vehement about keeping his load inside you.

🚩Grunts and whispers loving but obsessive things in your ear while making love to you. You're mine, Say it, Promise that you're mine, I don't want to live without you, Why do you feel so good? at first… but as he approaches his peak, König switches to German. You have no clue what he’s saying, but from the way he spits those sentences through gritted teeth you get the feeling that it must be something desperate and that perhaps it's a blessing you don't understand his native tongue...

🚩🚩If you leave your phone on the table he tries to stalk it and check the notifications. He's so jealous it's unreal, if he sees you receive a message from some other guy König will start a circus. He needs to know all about your connection with this man. After that, he wants you to go through your contacts and show him how many guys there are and tell him what your affiliations are with them. If you're on social media König wants to go through your friends/those you follow. You have to give an account who they are and why you follow them.

🚩🚩🚩 You get a feeling he's forming a list of people he has to kill if you don't tell him they're just a cousin or something 💀

[sweatermuppet]

what magazines (literary or otherwise) do you really like/recommend?

bleating thing, bullshit lit, engine(idling, broken antler, hominum journal, diagram, the garlic press, muzzle, the king fisher, crawfish collective, sunhouse lit, death rattle lit, ohio state uni journal, swamp ape review, foglifter press, sunday mornings at the river, beaver mag, encephalon, plork press, rust and moth, peach mag, corporeal lit, door is a jar, & many many others

[waratah-vroom]

Secret Whispers (ln4)

✨ join waratah's (over) 100 follower celebration ✨ Made to order for my love @flowerchild-96

Tagged: landonorris Liked by carmenmmundt, yourfriend and 78,368 others ynhamilton: Alexa, play Reunited by Peaches & Herb

yourfriend: Boy is whipped ↳ landonorris: Happily 🥰

landonorris: pls don't leave me again ↳ ynhamilton: I didn't come to ONE race ↳ landonorris: And I barely survived without you

softboynorris: this is the content I signed up for ↳ ynhamilton: Glad to be of service.

Tagged: roscoelovescoco Liked by lewishamilton, mercedesamgf1 and 63,108 others ynhamilton: Good race this week. Roscoe made some great strategy calls.

lewishamilton: Roscoe made it to your photo dump and I didn't? ↳ ynhamilton: Boy got a promotion he deserved the feature ↳ lewishamilton: Can't argue with that. ↳ landonorris: I took the first photo and I didn't even get a credit ↳ ynhamilton: landonorris You signed up for photography duty when you begged me to date you ↳ landonorris: ynhamilton Baby I'm not complaining that my camera roll is 90% you ↳ lewishamilton: I'm turning off notifications if this is going to continue.

yourfriend: can I just be the first to say daaaaayum 🔥 Liked by ynhamilton

Liked by f1wags, f1driversdaily and 8,274 others f1gossipgirl: Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton were seen in a heated discussion after yesterdays race. Lando has been dating Lewis's younger sister for the past three years, rumor has it that the Mercedes driver left the conversation with the McLaren driver calling after him.

laaaaando: I need the tea now... Where's Pierre? ↳ charlesisstupid: Or Esteban he has the good goss.

f1driversdaily: It has to have something to do with ynhamilton, right?

dannyric: He cheated on his girlfriend. Some girl on TikTok said she hooked up with him in Miami. ↳ softboynorris: Denial is a river in Egypt

Tagged: yourfriend, yourfriend1, yourfriend2 Liked by landonorris, carmenmmundt and 52,389 others ynhamilton: Tequila with extra lime please

landonorris: How do you look like that? 😍😍😍 Liked by ynhamilton

yourfriend1: Too much dancing. My feet hurt 😭 ↳ yourfriend2: I told you to wear flats! ↳ ynhamilton: But fashion!

laaaando: she's wearing a necklace with an L on it 🥺 ↳ softboynorris: For Lando... I'm not crying ur crying Liked by ynhamilton

Liked by pierregasly, f1wags and 9,362 others f1gossipgirl: Lando Norris and Lewis Hamilton have appeared made up after their alleged argument at the last race. The two drivers were spotted laughing together before qualifying.

laaaando: Pierre what do you know? ↳ charlesisstupid: He must know something.

estiebestie: This drama seems so dumb. ↳ carlando4eva: Nah I bet something happened... Something to do with Lewis's sister/Lando's girlfriend.

ynhamilton and landonorris

Liked by lewishamilton, mclaren and 2,469,284 others ynhamilton: The easiest yes of my entire life. I can't wait to become Mrs. Norris ❤

landonorris: The easiest question I've ever asked. Love you baby ❤ Liked by ynhamilton

lewishamilton: I know I told you two all the sappy stuff in person but congratulations again ❤ ↳ ynhamilton: 🥺 love you big bro ↳ landonorris: Thanks again for your blessing mate

susie_wolff: Congratulations sweetheart! ↳ ynhamilton: Thank you Susie!

charles_leclerc: MATE! How? ↳ landonorris: Not a clue mate. Still pinching myself.

softboynorris: The dots are connecting... ↳ carlando4eva: It all makes sense!

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ﾟ｡ ⋆ mags' radio: Can I just say how frustratingly difficult it was to find these pictures on pinterest? So disappointing. ⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡ ⋆

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[the-spoopy-ghost-of-raejin99]

The Destiny 2 discord server I'm in had a fun idea for an exotic weapon, and I just had to flesh out the idea because it's too fun not to share:

The Ghost Tactical Translocator (G.T.T.)

"We initially designed this experimental weapon as a means for partnerless Ghosts to directly participate in the fight to protect Humanity and its allies. We uh...didn't expect so many Ghosts to sign up to participate, even those who already had Guardians..."

Heavy Linear Fusion Rifle - Kinetic, magazine of 1

Intrinsic perk: Get In Line: transmats a random Ghost into the Mag with every reload. Hit reload again to switch between Ghosts. Firing shoots the Ghost forward coated in a barrier of Light and Dark to punch through enemies. Each Ghost has a unique effect and has unique voice lines when fired.

-Ophiucus: Standard firing pattern, returns some extra Super energy on kills

-Peach: fires straight, punching through every enemy at extended range

-Differential Calculus: bounces between a random number of targets

-Euloch: teleports behind terrain/barriers to explode behind target ("nothing personnel, kid")

-Glint: slowly saunters towards allies, healing them along the way ("I'm here too!")

-Gepetto: provides void overshields to allies along her path

Exotic Perk: You're My Favorite: Hold reload to consume all super energy and load your personal Ghost. When fired, creates a large explosion whose damage and blast radius increases with super energy consumed when loading.

[lunajay33]

New World🍂Part.8

Summary: Reader is sick but the group have been on the road thankfully the prison is found but will that help?

Part.7

•Masterlist•

Rick and Daryl were out scouting the area while Maggie and Glenn were watching over you, the deer had helped a bit but it still wasn’t enough food to keep you feeling well, atleast not well enough to get up and help

“Hey love” Maggie said sitting next to you handing you a bottle of water

“Hi Mags”

“Feeling any better?”

“Ya I think I’ll be fine, just hope we find somewhere”

“We will, Daryl’s trying really hard you know he’s really worried about you”

“I hate making him feel like that, I just want a home with him, this isn’t how I imagined how our relationship would be” you said upset at the thought

“What did you imagine?” She asked rubbing your back

“Ever since we were teens I imagined us getting together, having a little cabin like house, he’d come home from the garage he worked at, all happy to be home and hold me until we made supper together, I still love him obviously I just wanted us to be happier” you admitted not knowing Daryl and Rick had just entered the run down house, back from the scouting hearing everything you just said

You looked up seeing Daryl approaching you, he knelt down pulling you into his chest

“Hey baby, anything good?” You asked

“Ya” he said still holding you

“We found a prison, think we can work together and get all the walkers out, we can make it secure” Rick said

It seemed tough but it was the only thing we had just hoping it worked Rick made a plan and we all went to the prison, it wasn’t that far actually, you went up one of the guard towers with Daryl once everyone was in their spots everyone started shooting, you tried your best, you took down a few but the others were in better stamina and got the rest of them as Rick locked the gates This outer field was secure for now, you all climbed down the towers and met in the middle setting up camp for the night

“Tomorrow we’ll push in more, for now we rest and eat” Rick said as everyone laid out their blankets

You and Daryl sat on you blanket, you laid between his legs against his chest with his arms tight around you, he took another blanket and threw it over you both, ever since you got sick from the low iron you got really cold easily and his warmth always helped

“You’re so warm, I love cuddling you” you said resting your head on his chest

“Ya sure yer warm enough?” He asked holding you closer running his hand through your hair

“Ya I’m good……hey you remember that time in middle school wear that boy was picking on me, pulling my hair and everything calling me ugly and you came and beat him up for me?” you asked randomly remembering this fond memory

“Oh ya, that lil ass deserved it cause yer far from ugly peach, everyone knew that” he whispered making you blush

“Stop no they didn’t, if I recall there were some girls that were fond of you through out the years” you said playing with his shirt

“Nah not me” he grunted

“Come on D you were so handsome, your little country accent that showed through when you were mad, the sleeveless shirts, wish they could see you now, so strong and even more handsome, and oh so sexy” you said making him laugh hiding his face in your hair

“I love ya peach”

“I love you too D” You all sat around the fire for the rest of the evening loving the warmth, still cuddling Daryl until Carl came over sitting infront of you munching on his food looking at you like a little puppy, you sat up as Daryl wrapped his arms around your hips, still sitting between his legs

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?” You asked not having had many conversations with him but he was a sweet kid

“Are you feeling better?” He asked holding his plate out for me

“Yes I’m getting a bit better and you keep your food sweetie, gotta be fed to grow and be a strong man” you said making him smile

“I was worried about you, mom says you probably won’t make it” he said and your heart dropped then feeling Daryl’s hands tighten around you

“She said that?” Daryl asked and you could hear the anger

“Ya, she said y/n was holding us back and the walkers would get her but I didn’t think so, you’re a survivor y/n plus I don’t wanna lose anyone else” he said getting a bit sad

“Oh sweetie you’re not gonna lose me I’m gonna be alright, now keep your head up” you said smiling at him, he gave you a hug and went back to Lori as you laid back against Daryl thinking about what Carl said

‘Was I really holding the group back, I was sick and I was trying my best’ you thought to yourself

“She ain’t right ya know, we all understand, never leave ya behind” Daryl said knowing you were worrying about it

“I’m really trying, I’m sorry” you said hating to feel like a burden

“Ain’t gotta be sorry, ya listen to me, I won’t let anyone hurt ya, I won’t leave ya, none of us will, we adore ya peach, now stop worryin that lil head and get ta sleep” he said kissing your lips gently even infront of people which was rare, and soon you were off to sleep

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up the next morning to dewy grass and an arm draped over your waist still being curled up in Daryl, the sun was still low in the sky, not yet risen the little birds chirping, everything was peaceful for a moment until the walkers groaning caught your attention ruining everything

You sighed hating that sound, you just wanted them gone you wanted your old world back with Daryl, you wanted suppers together again and occasional sleepovers where you’d get to wear his big comfy shirts or when he’d stay at your place you’d give him facials even though he groan about it, you wanted your life back, but you couldn’t tell Daryl he’s been working so hard and no matter what he said you still felt like a burden to him

Daryl started moving behind you waking up

“Morning Peach”

“Morning” I said putting my hand back to rub his check

“Ya ready for today?!” He asked placing his hand on your lower belly for some reason he’s started to do that but you didn’t mind

“Yes, I’m hoping this place can be something, something for us to build”

“It will, we can make it a home, I’ll do that fer ya”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and some others waited outside the gate as the strongest ones got into the prison and after some time they came back out letting us in, saying it was secure

You were shocked by how big the block was, it was dirty but with help you could all clean it up and make it nice, as nice as you could Everyone claimed a cell but Daryl didn’t want a cell, feeling like a tomb so he decided to take the perch, but you could turn it around so you pull two mattresses from cells placed them on the perch and threw your blankets over them, you laid down as Daryl came back laying back next to you

“Made yerself at home quick” he said laughing

“I’m just happy we found this place”

“Me too baby, but me and the other are gonna find the kitchen so I’ll be back soon” he said kissing my forehead before he was off

Soon Carl was walking up the stairs and sitting in the mattress by me

“I’m bored” he huffed

“Well what can I do?”

“Wanna play truth or dare?” He asked excited

“Sure sweetie”

“Okay truth or dare?”

“Hmmmmm…I’ll say truth”

“Have you always loved Daryl?”

“Well when we met as kids I liked him as a friend but when we got to be teenagers I started to see how much I do love him, only at the farm did we finally share our feelings with each other” you said smiling remembering the little crush you had as a kid

“Really, so like you’re soulmates?”

“I think so, I’d do anything for him”

“I don’t think my parents are soulmates”

“Why do you say that?”

“They don’t talk much and when they do they fight” he said sighing

“Sweetie not everyone is soulmates but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other in a different way and sometimes it’s better to let eachother go than be sad, but whatever happens nothing is your fault” you said see that made him a bit happier having worked as a teacher you had some kids over the years have problems with parents that you tried to help cheer up the kids

The game kept going back and forth until he got bored again and went to find someone else so you decided to nap, maybe one day you could have a kid of your own and show them true soulmates

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Part.9<-

[meownotgood]

aki would give your cat kisses and cuddles. y'all could cuddle her together

pls you'll make me tear up. aki would be so sweet to peaches and just imagining him petting her or baby talking her or holding her... I WILL LITERALLY CRY SHE'S LIKE MY DAUGHTER.......

honestly peaches is a bit shy, she only cuddles with me and stays upstairs if someone is over. but aki will win her trust so easily with pets and snacks... lol

[elslovers]

SUNSHINE chapter one

content warnings: religious trauma, alcohol consumption, weed, anxiety, depression, Ellie being a sweetheart, vomiting , internalized, homophobia

˗ ˏ ˋ summary: you love a good party. It's palpable rebellion to you. You love everything about it the rush of the music, the way everything feels warm, the way the alcohol removes the constant knot from your stomach and makes you a version of you you like a little better tonight was set to go exactly like the others get dressed in as little clothes as you can get away with get drunk and dance with your friends that is all until a pair of green eyes derails it all

A/N Hi there all okay so let's go here's the first official chapter of Sunshine I decided to do a mix between a small and a traditional fic so I'm able to have all the detail I want in it and make sure I'm giving you all the best fic that I can this mag not go very well but I really hope you all love it half as much as I do

getting ready is ritualistic. You all call it pregame, but that feels like such an ugly word for such a pretty experience. Taylor swift thumps lightly in the background, and no one complains because no one in this room thinks it's silly how much you love her. No one thinks it silly when everyone changes the outfit they've had picked out for days six times over no one things its silly when we stat getting ready for a party at ten at eight no one things its silly to have ten girls cramped into one dorm just because you want to get ready together

no one laughs when you cringe at your drink

no one mocks when all the mixers are pink

no one does because everyone is doing it

this is why you joined a sorority

you rushed your first year because you thought it was what you should do. Lovely girls from your small town move away to the state school and rush; plain and simple, your mother and your aunt did it. You were sure your sisters would, so of course you did. You've spent most of your life doing things simply because you were supposed to. You went to church because you were supposed to and cut bangs the first year of high school. After all, all the other girls did. You didn't date because you weren't supposed to you, and you ignored the parts of you you were supposed to

but this is why you joined the cause for the first time in your life it was okay to be a girl in the stupid little ways you loved in vodka that was mostly peach juice and Taylor Swift bridges that held your hand through heartache and pregames alpha gamma tau made being a girl feel a little less sinful.

your eyes dance around every person they can latch onto in this sea of smoke and sweat everyone is visibility drunker than you laughing loudly and with their whole chest dancing against one another in a way that felt invasive even to watch stumbling around the house to find another drink or a smoke - this display only encourages you more taking an ambitious swig from your water bottle your nose curling up as the liquid trickled down the back of your throat warming every muscle in your body you shake off that knot swirling and twisting in your tummy when a familiar face approaches your group

It must be nice - comforting to have someone waiting just for you at every single party - in every single room you enter it must be nice to be the ruler of someone's attention like that. You couldn't even fathom how nice it might feel, and those thoughts cause a swelling in your chest so tight and unwanted, and you can't place why so you drink, and you drink, and you drink

you learned a lot about yourself after you started drinking correctly. You discovered you like yourself more wasted - now don't get it twisted. You like yourself sober you like how you can tell what's wrong with someone without even needing them to say a word. You like the way you always have the correct answers, the way you are everyone's favorite friend to confide in - but when you drink, you want more than the ways you love others. You like you

the aspects of your personhood that feel sharp and volatile in sobriety seem to shine under the gaze of vodka and pink wine, and you adore it every time that seething voice in the background of your mind whispering to cover up or sober up or act like a lady seems to go fuzzy and for once your voice is the only one talking in your mind, and it's loud and bright, and people love to listen to you don't feel too much or too little, and you love that

and tonight, just like every night you do this, you lose yourself in the feeling because how could you know freedom is one thing you got freedom the moment your father's grip loosened and you moved into your freshmen dorm, but freedom from yourself is a feeling you chase down every single moment until the weekend so how could you now drown yourself in the sensation

your hips move wherever and against whomever they please, dipping down and swaying to the beat of whatever song is blasting through the speakers, and your skirt rides up to high, and your hands are in the air and roaming down your arms as you burn your lungs trying to out sing every other drunk girl in the frat house you like this under the burning gaze of eyes who can't tell if you're having too much fun or if they aren't having enough but with the state you're in it doesn't seem to matter much

ELLIE's POV

Ellie's breath was labored as she walked from the area of the house she had set up business in over to you. You'd caught her eye at the first-semester party while most of the alpha gamma tau girls gave her dirty looks while their boyfriends bought her pre-rolls. You always smiled at her right off the bat. She was in awe of your warmth and the way you lit every space you entered with your radiance it blew her mind one girl could shine so bright that night you smiled at her for the first time wearing a black crop top and bright pink jeans Ellie recalled promising Tatum she’d make you hers - both of them knew Ellie didn’t stand a chance but god was it nice to pretend.

At every party, you were stable, a little wild, a little undone, but you held yourself together when the time came when all your friends were sloppy, and you needed to get them home. Now it seemed your turn to be too drunk for your good, and you had no one with your best intentions around your friends off doing god knows what, but Ellie wouldn’t let anything happen to you. She knew her protectiveness for a stranger was odd, but she couldn’t help it. She saw the way these men looked like you, like prey like dinner, and she knew you needed the protecting.

“are you okay?” Ellie shouts over the thumping music and screaming conversations. She knows the answer already, but she wants to make sure she isn’t misreading this whole thing.

“No- no yes, I mean in good yes” You stumble over every single word, which only confirms in Ellie’s mind what she already knew to be true - that you were beyond wasted and alone

“Is there an Issue here, pal? She's good. She's with me?” a stupid frat boy spoke as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Ellie watched your face go from soft and confused to turned up and cringing, the same look she made when Jesse tried to kiss her in the 9th grade, the same face she made when she realized she'd instead be kissing a girl named Cat, who was in their grade

“No problem- Just- checking in” She sounded weak, and she knew it. She didn’t want him to see her that way make him think he could take you and she wouldn’t try and stop it she knew she had no right to make it stop for all she knew you wanted it but something inside her told her if she didn’t stop it she’d be regretting it for the rest of her life

“do- do I know you?” you leaned forward slightly catching a glimpse of her green eyes through the smoke and dim lights she looked familiar but you were too drunk to properly place her face

“you could,” Ellie replied, regretting it instantly. She sounded stupid, and she knew it, but by some grace of god drunken, you liked her idiotic one-liners and leaned in a little closer, close enough to smell her past the weed in the air fucking strawberry

You felt the all too familiar knot in your stomach reappear the knot you can usually drink away was twisting itself around your body, making your head spin and your face lose color. This perfect stranger with her green eyes and stupid smile, the type of girl who visits you in your dreams and leaves you praying when you wake up, was so real now she was right here close to you smiling at you and the way that her presence made your cheeks blush made the alcohol in your stomach start rising in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna be sick”

You manage to get out as you start stumbling your way through the frat house and into the yard as fast as you can, the vomit just barely making it into the bush

Ellie watched with slight horror as she followed behind you, gently taking your hair into her palm and getting it away from your face as you emptied the contents of your stomach

“s’okay now just- get it all out you got this”

She encouraged, softly rubbing your back with her free hand keeping her voice as gentle as she could, this obviously not being one of your proudest moments

Ellie watched you stand up softly, humiliation evident on your face. The exorcist moment you had in the bushes seemed to help sober you up

“I am- so freakin sorry”

You whisper, your slight Southern accent poking out between your words. You’ve sobered up just a bit, but the slight of this girl still makes you feel twisted up inside and guilty for no particular reason

“No need, let's just get you home safe, okay?” Ellie’s voice spoke so gently you almost believed that everything was in fact okay.

your head is pressed against the window of her beaten-down Jeep, and you make it a point to keep your eyes looking out onto the road and not onto her. You couldn’t figure out why you wanted to look at her so badly, but you knew if you did, the knot that was wrapped around your stomach and soul would only tighten, and that was a feeling you couldn’t bare tonight.

“address?”

you heard her ask, snapping you out of your daze and making your head turn to look at her before you had time to tell yourself better

“huh- oh fuck- yeah, it’s 526 water tower apartments” You watch as her face contorts into a smile, and for the hundredth time tonight, your stomach tightens the magnetic pull you felt toward her from the moment her green eyes met yours so intense it almost hurt

why did it feel like this?

It never felt like this with Ben Or Jack Or Kyle of any other boy you tried to love

“why are you smiling” you keep your voice light the war path in your mind easier to ignore if you focus on her lips

“cause- we’re neighbors basically i’m on the forth floor.”

and there it is again that magnetic pull.

The pair of you stand outside your door, and you know it shouldn’t feel hard to say goodbye why are you lingering? She’s a perfect stranger, a kind one but a stranger, so why can’t you thank her and be done

You exist in a type of limbo for a moment, a middle ground between hello and goodbye; neither one of you knows what to say. You’ve already rattled off all the thank yous and your welcomes you can, so why isn’t this done yet? why don’t you want it to be

“Could- could I have your number? Just so I can make sure your good?”

The relief that floods you shouldn't be there. You shouldn't feel giddy that she wants to make sure you are okay you shouldn't feel anything like this, and you should say no

But you eagerly pull out your phone and watch her type in your number

“Oh- in y/n by the way-”

She cuts you off with her own name

“Ellie.”

“thank you again ellie”

You say as you slip through your front door and into bed the weight of the night laying heavy on your chest as you try and sleep.

the sun wakes you up the next morning and as your eyes adjust to the light your phone catches your attention

you feel your stomach tie back up and your head gets the all too familiar dizzy feeling that last night you blamed on the booze

she texted you

and you knew you weren't strong enough to not text back.

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okay but imagine Dick unexpectedly comes over to visit Jason during dinner with Maggie and Y/N and both him and Mags get along so well and try to play match maker

Here's not quite that.

"Master Jason," Alfred said, "I'm pleased you haven't forgotten my number.

Jason winced reflectively, "I've been busy, I'm sor-"

"Well, I'm assuming if you found time you either need a recipe or an alibi, which is it?" he asked, suppressing a smile.

"How do you do that?"

"Years of practice," he said, "Do make it quick. Are we impressing a young lady or have you forgotten to police your brass?"

"I need your recipe for lemon bars," he said, declining to try and explain what he was trying to do. He had a nice bottle of wine. He had a pork roast in a brine. He had vegetables to grill... Now he just needed a dessert. One that said "Please let me fuck you on the table" without being too obvious about it. He was starting to get chaffed and the only solution was... well. Frankly filthy. He suspected even Maggie would be a little taken aback if she learned what he'd been day dreaming about while bored housewives prattled at him.

"Ah well, that'll cost you," he tutted.

"Alfred-"

"Call home tomorrow," he said. "Bruce has been... particularly insufferable. I suspect Diana is about to start a fight with him so he'll do something other than mope."

Jason gritted his teeth and exhaled slowly, "How-"

"It won't help necessarily but if he's angry at you he's not following me around like a puppy."

He snorted invountarily, "You wouldn't happen to need a new bridge partner would you?"

"Why on earth-"

"Nevermind," he said quickly, thinking better of it. Their powers combined neither of you would know peace. Maggie didn't need any more ideas and Alfred didn't need the help. Both of them had more time on their hands than they knew what to do with as it was. Putting them together would be like a tornado in a trailer park.

"Well. On your word, Master Jason-"

"You send me the recipe and I'll call Bruce," he promised. "And make him irritated if you do something else for me real quick-"

"A small something."

"Well yeah- How do I get motor oil out of a shirt?"

"Good grief," he sighed. "Very well. Check your email for both shortly."

"You're a peach, Alfred."

"I just hope for your sake, young man, that whoever this young lady is, she gives you a run for your money."

[rustyelias]

Alright tma tea headcanons!

- Martin Ktea Blackwood: he make great tea like tea that makes you think oh damn that’s a good cup of tea! But after he gets to know you this boy will know the blend of tea, how much milk, honey or maple syrup?, sugar?, sweeteners? He know this cup of tea will make you feel safe! Make you feel warm and comfy cozy!

-Jon archivist sims: yeah it’s tea nothing special plain old milk tea. But!!! If he likes you he will make you his homemade chai tea!! it is 100% his grandmas recipe. And it’s bloody good a bit bitter but nothing a bit of sugar and or sweeteners can’t fix

-Tea I mean Tim: it’s tea. BUT he will give you the most wicked sick funky mug you can imagine. This boy has a wacky mug collection prove me wrong!!!

-Sasha James <3: again basic tea nothing special but she will pick out a nice biscuit selection for you

-not Sasha: :) “of course I can make you some tea”

-Melanie: this girl can not make a good cup of tea. she drinks nothing but sparkling water (flavoured maybe like peach or elderflower) and energy drinks and we love her for it

-basira: she worked in a police station of course she can make tea

-Daisy🐺: makes you a coffee Instead and says nothing

-Georgie <33: banging tea! She also has a lot of sleep herbal tea and all of her teacups have cats on them

-Elias sexy eye guy wait what who said that…Bouchard : “Martin makes us some tea if you don’t mind” (this bitch would not make anyone tea!) or “tea? Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve got wine or scotch?” if he likes you

- Graham Folger aka the one guy from mag 003 who eats notebooks: sugary tea!!

[pumpkinhrat]

Martin in his canned peaches era

testing a different pen (aka procrastinating instead of preparing for my exams :] )

[Image ID: A sketch of Martin Blackwood standing, dressed in red boxer briefs and an open button up shirt. At the bottom there is a screenshot of MAG 23 "Schwartzwald" transcript, that says "Martin! Good lord man, if you’re going to be staying in the Archives, at least have the decency to put some trousers on!" End ID]

[chevvy-yates]

wip wednesday whenever

tagged by @therealnightcity &lt;3

News?

This:

Currently trying myself on a magazine for Technoise that will feature a sort of interview (I already mentioned in one of my previous text posts) taken during Chrome Chamber Rave where they picked Ryder to tell about it.

Above is a part of the cover (ofc I'll place Ryder on it, hello?). It took me a while to find a name for it. I've had a lot titles on mind, even nearly done a 'Tech Mag' sorta logo (see underneath) but I didn't vibe with the name and I had probably five different Cover versions that do all not exist anymore. I still do not know 100% where it will go and how the pages gonna look but I'll stay with '160+ BPM' for the title as this is the number where the definition of HardTech usually starts if I'm not wrong.

Updated Thyjs wardrobe and outfits

in three evening sessions.

It's not final-final yet but biggest part is done. I will tweak and refine him constantly as I see more and more armor stuff and militech xl mods popping up (to my luck hehe). There's no need to have it 100% updated yet as he's not going to be npv yet but I've wanted his stuff installed and sorted out older outfits that didn't match anymore since he's now also more developed than before.

I've wanted him to have more white and silver at first but his soldier concept is much stronger so he predominantly stays with green and earth tones + camo but the white/silver concept will stay for a few outfits (e.g. black and white themed with Ryder). I've added more (neon) orange to him as well. Oranje is the national color of the Dutch anyways and I saw it a lot in combination with green as well.

Plan:

tomorrow I'll update Jay with some clothing mods and edit his outfits maybe a little as well. And then I'll throw in V and take Twin Pics for their upcoming Birthday (27th)!

tagging (with no pressure):

@nervouswizardcycle, @astarionhistears, @gloryride, @kdval, @elvenbeard, @fereldanwench, @wanderingaldecaldo, @breezypunk, @heywoodvirgin, @rosapexa, @cyberpunkaddict, @streetkid-named-desire, @kittenchrissy, @peaches-n-screem, @alphanight1-vp,