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[appleblueberry-pie]

I NEED MORE YANDERE e42 MILES!!!!

This is a list of things he's done without your knowledge.

"Sneaked" two thousand dollars into your savings account. Best part about this is you actually never did find out that he did this. You just thought you were finally becoming financially responsible.

Fixed your TV remote 2 times.

Bought you more boxes of ramen.

Learned to make your favorite dessert.

Drove your ex's car off of a cliff

Drove your ex's girlfriend's car off of a cliff

Got on your teacher's good side for you.

Started doing calisthenics

Became pescatarian

Stopped drinking energy drinks and instead became a tea-drinker

Donated to 5 animal shelters and volunteered to help feed the homeless(one of the short programs he joined at school)

Broke 3 ribs and repaired

Got stabbed and repaired

Illegally traded with dominating gangs in Brooklyn

Illegally helped transport medicine inside of hospitals due to dominating gangs in Brooklyn

Tried on shoes he wanted to get for you to see if they'd be comfortable, understanding that people would think he's flaming for doing so.

Tried on earrings he wanted to get for you, thinking if it looked good on him, it would definitely look good on you, understanding that people would think he's flaming for doing so.

Same thing with perfume.

Got scared of you when you interrogated him for smelling like the new perfume he just bought you.

Whispers compliments to you when you sleep on his shoulder while y'all take the train.

Screamed like a lil girl when he picked up a potted plant from a flower shop, hoping to get you a succulent, and a slug dropped from the crevice of the pottery, plopped onto his hand, heavy, cold, and slimy.

Listens to all Ariana Grande albums

Annually kidnaps all boys who he knew premeditated asking you to prom, knowing your his, and drops them off by a random lake in the dead of night. Tied up, taped mouth, lightly drugged, and confused.

Attempted to give up being tender-headed so his mama could do his hair in that cool ass pattern he knew you wouldn't be able to stop admiring. It didn't work, but the result definitely made you happy.

Bombed 2 drug major illegal drug factories. Probably one of the main reasons why the crime underworld hates him.

Sketched over 40 different ways the wedding ring he plans to give you will look.

Finished 2 big notebooks that are just full of rants and drawings of you. He's halfway through his 3rd one.

Has a pinterest board just like yours that is full of clothing and room aesthetics that you like. Plans to make most of them a reality for you.

Kicks his feet at ur messages.

[ofourlee]

SO HIGH SCHOOL —  MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS —⠀❛ it seems like you've been transported back in time to when you were sixteen, in high school and experiencing the exuberant, youthful kind of romance, reliving the feeling of young love. with megumi, your lover. ❜ ♡ WORD COUNT —⠀1.3k

they met during junior year, and it was like sparks flew, but not the corny movie sparks, but the genuine moments when you know something wonderful is occurring.

in that year of high school, it was a typical day for megumi. he was the outstanding karate player since he was a delinquent in middle school and a skilled fighter. he was the person everyone looked up to and adored.

one day, he was sitting in class, very bored, when a new female entered the room. she appeared lost and bewildered, her gaze darting about the room, looking for anything. megumi's gaze was immediately pulled to her; she was unlike any female he had ever seen before.

he couldn't help but gaze at her as she placed her hair exactly behind her ear. she looked beautiful and out of place. her hair flowed in exquisite waves about her face, framing it beautifully, and her eyes were a deep shade of [color]. megumi watched as she approached the empty seat next him, and he couldn't help but feel a flutter of joy in his heart.

as she sank into the seat beside him, she looked in his way, and their gazes connected for the first time. megumi's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him, and he couldn't take his gaze away. he was pulled to her in an inexplicable way, and he couldn't take his gaze away from her face.

he sneaked glances at her out of the corner of his eye, enjoying her face, delicate features, and the way her hands moved while taking notes. she spotted him gazing and gave him a curious look. he hastily averted his sight, feeling his cheeks flush.

damn, he had been caught. but he couldn't help himself; she was so mesmerizing and unlike any other female he'd ever met. and as for her, she couldn't deny that this boy made her feel something.

obviously, like the guy he is, he made the first move. a simple "hi!" here and there. it would be awful if he made the female to do everything first, right?

as the days turned into weeks, they'd frequently stay together after school, swap notes in class (when they remembered to take any!),

you could say their love developed with the seasons. fall meant karate tournaments and bonfires where they'd cuddle under blankets. winter meant snowball battles that ended in laughter and hot chocolate dates. springtime was all about flowers budding and prom preparations, and by summer, they had become interlinked. ----

PROM they were both nervous and thrilled, their hearts beating as they prepared for a night they will never forget. he sees her wearing an elegant full-length dress whose color matched her eyes and appeared to highlight every curve of her body.

he meets her at her house, where her parents are shooting photographs of them in their prom outfits. his pulse hammered in his chest as he saw her, how she took his breath away, how he briefly considered her to be a figment of his vision, too beautiful to be true.

it was a lovely night at the prom, how they danced together, twirling on the dance floor, their bodies close together.  the music, the dark lighting, and the couples around them, but his attention was all focused on her, on her smile, laughter, and sparkling eyes.

it was how they had sneaked away from the hustle and bustle of the prom, seeking peace in the quiet hallways. they had chosen a quiet place, away from their classmates' prying eyes, and had stolen a few kisses, their lips meeting in a fierce embrace, their bodies melding perfectly together.

he recalls the heat that had accumulated in his gut, the need and hunger that had coiled within him as he held her close, drank in the aroma of her skin, and tasted her soft lips. they had been engrossed in their own little universe, their passion and intensity growing with each passing instant. ---- as the months passed, they were officially in a relationship, and everyone at school knew it. they were the buzz of the town, the ideal pair, and the definition of high school sweethearts. they were frequently spotted together, holding hands in the hallways, whispering secrets into each other's ears, and sneaking kisses behind the bleachers. megumi liked how she wasn't scared to be herself around him. she was fiery, obstinate, and quick-witted, and he found himself falling more and more for her every day. he admired how she challenged him, rather than simply ignoring his nonchalant demeanor and sarcastic remarks.

on the other hand, she admired how protective he was of her, how he would always stand up for her when someone tried to mistreat her. she admired his confidence, his willingness to speak his thoughts and stand up for what he believed in. they were the ideal balance of yin and yang, fire and water.

they spent all of their free time together, whether it was studying at the library, watching movies at his house, or playing video games at hers. they laughed, argued, made up, and fell in love more deeply with each new day.

they gradually grew inseparable. they were aware of each other's secrets, hopes, and dreams, as well as their worries and insecurity. they were each other's closest friends, confidantes, and everything.

the memories of them sneaking out of class to skip (where he'd often refuse because it's "bad" but gives in anyway), the late-night drives with the windows down and the radio blasting, the stolen kisses in empty classrooms, and the endless hours spent talking, laughing, and just being together are still vivid in their minds. ----

he was the first to say "i love you."

the memory was permanently ingrained in his mind. they were at her house, sitting in her bedroom, surrounded by the subtle aroma of her perfume, when the words just seemed to flow from his lips.

"i love you," he murmured softly and earnestly, his heart racing in his chest.

her eyes widened, her breath froze in her throat, and a slow smile stretched over her lips. he felt a rush of relief sweep over him, and he knew then that she felt the same way he did. it was the happiest time of his life, the beginning of something fresh and wonderful.

it was the way she moved in closer, her face only inches from his, and said, "i love you too," her voice full of passion and her eyes gleaming with joy.

he had drew her into his arms and wrapped her in a tight embrace, her small body fitting well against him. he'd buried his face in her hair, absorbing the aroma of her shampoo and committed the moment to memory, never wanting to forget. ----

it remained on his thoughts, how they used to spend hours laying on the grass under the large tree in the park, chatting about everything and nothing.

he recalls how the sunlight seeped through the foliage, creating dancing shadows on her face and making her eyes glitter.  she would grab his jacket when she was cold, throw it over her shoulders and bury her face in the cloth, savoring his scent.

the spontaneous talks they had have a special place in their hearts, whether they were deep and profound, random and ridiculous, serious, or had them laugh so hard they couldn't breathe. he recalls how her eyes would light up when she became enthusiastic about anything, her cheeks flushing with excitement, and her hand gesturing as she spoke.

her laughter, how it filled the air whenever he cracked a joke, how it seemed to brighten the world around them. she playfully hit his shoulder while still laughing, the sound of her excitement echoing in his ears.

megumi says, "i love you."

"you say that to everyone."

megumi: "i do."

"what? what do you mean?"

megumi: "i do tell everyone that i love you."

[my-own-walker]

Hiya!!!! I was wondering if you do peter maximoff smut? 😅😅😅 If you do, I have a request-but if you don't maybe you could make it like Tate or Kyle? <3

I was wondering if you could do something like Peter (if you can) like using his vibrations and going down on the reader(fem!) while making her read her smutty diary entries about him after he read what was in it? :) THANK YOU BESTIE MWAHHH

I Warned You

note: forgive me if this sucks. my emotions have been all over the past few days and i burned the FUCK out of my hand last night.

warnings: sm*t, oral f receiving, peter being a slut, etc

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It was a rather oppressive day, heat-wise. One of those sticky hot, thighs chafing, greasy bangs days. The sun shined down in a hazy way on the neighborhood I lived in. As I sat there in my denim shorts and big t-shirt, I reminisced on the days of summer as a child. How I'd spend them with my best friend, Peter.

He was the first person I met when I moved here. I was two, to be fair, so I don't remember much of it all. He's always been a permanent fixture in my life. Someone who was just...always there.

He lived next door. Just like a cliche movie. We would ride bikes and draw on the ground with sidewalk chalk together. He was my second-grade boyfriend. He decided to ‘ask me out’ on the last day of school. He learned in school how to say 'I love you,' in sign language just before he asked to hold my hand on the playground on that day in June. He signed it any chance he could. When his mom drove us home in her minivan that day, he held up the sign. Our little secret.

That summer was pure childhood bliss. Innocence. We really didn't 'break up,' per se. When we entered the third grade that September it was just mutual that we had crushes on other kids. We still stayed friends. I'd hang out at his house after school every day until my parents got home. When the weather was warm, I'd sit outside on my porch waiting for him after dinner. Then, like clockwork, we'd find something to do.

As we got older our activities changed. He taught me how to skateboard. I taught him how to trespass on the baseball fields that were tucked down a back street in our neighborhood. We'd swing on this old tire swing over the stream that ran through our backyards.

In our sophomore year of high school, he bought an old car with dreams to fix it up. A 1965 Ford Mustang. It was rusty, beat up, and had no engine. The windshield was shattered and the inside wasn't upholstered. The only working part of it was its radio. When I walked out of my front door on the day he brought it home, he slapped it on its hood, proudly declaring, 'I'm gonna take you to prom in this thing, baby!' We sat in the old thing all afternoon listening to the radio.

I had known about his abilities the whole time. I never got into foot races with him as a kid for that reason. He would beat me every time. Peter had it under control, for the most part, but only when he wanted to. He started getting brazen with it as a teenager. He'd take me on these wild adventures where he'd steal things. The first time it was just some candy from a convenience store. By the time he got that damned car, he was stealing entire carburetors. These trips took all of 2 minutes. Just the two of us speeding off to create havoc.

Somewhere along the way I fell in love with him. Or maybe it wasn't even that. I can't remember a time when I didn't love him. It changed, though. I started to feel things toward him I'd never felt before. When he'd hold my head to prevent me from getting whiplash as we were making our hasty escapes from his escapades, I'd find chills would run up my spine.

Our beautiful little romance blossomed once he finally got his Mustang up and running. Not that he needed it, really. He was leagues faster than any car. He just wanted to be able to transport more things. And his new girlfriend. We started dating in junior year. He had just gotten his license and took me on a ride one night. We parked down a backstreet in our town and our lips finally met. At long last, his fast fingers were allowed to explore my body in a way I had never allowed him to before. It was wonderful, awkward, and hungry. Everything a teenage love affair should be.

He ended up taking me to the prom in that car, just as he'd promised. He looked so smart in his little tux. We spent that entire summer simply enraptured with each other. Our hangouts transformed from outdoor antics to being tangled in my bed, fan on max speed, windows open to hear the mourning doves sing outside. I can still smell the fresh summer air and the smell of him combining to make something all-encompassing and intoxicating.

It was the next summer on this very hot day. Peter and I had been dating for a year. He was away, hanging out with his friends or something. I was home alone. I sat there on my porch, diary resting lazily on my lap, staring off at the hanging 'FOR SALE,' sign on my yard in front of me . I switched between twirling my pen in my hands and chewing the end of it, deep in thought.

It was always the deal in my house. As soon as I graduated, as the youngest kid in my family, we'd move away again. My parents weren't happy with the town. They knew I had made my life there, but a deal was a deal. I couldn't imagine a life without Peter.

When the sign went up on my front lawn, I began a diary. I was never a writer. I was horrible at keeping up with writing entries in a tiny book. But knowing my life was about to change, I began scratching down every small detail about my life. My time in this house. My childhood. My life with Peter. It was a passion project. I wanted to document everything so I'd never forget.

Peter interrupted my deep inner turmoil. Well, not exactly him. His loud-ass car pulled up, parking in the driveway next door. He stepped out of the car singing, keys jingling in his hands. Like clockwork, his head turned to see if I was on my porch. Our routine since we were kids. In a flash, he was sitting next to me.

'Hey pretty,' he breathed, kissing me gently on my cheek.

'Hey Peter,' I smiled, looking up at him. Whenever he was near me I couldn't help but get wrapped up in him. Swept away in his deep brown eyes and sea of silver hair. There was a palpable feeling between the two of us. Dancing around the topic of me moving away, even though the signs were all around us, literally. It was a tension that colored every moment of our time together, yet we tried in earnest to ignore it.

'Whatcha got there?' he asked, half-taunting, as he usually did.

'Oh, haha,' I blushed, clapping the book shut and tucking the pen inside. 'It's nothing, just a planner.'

'A planner? Y/L/N, when have you ever been the type to schedule things?' he scoffed. 'Gimme that.' He lunged for the diary. I curled my body up tight into a ball, the book nestled safely between my lap and chest. My arms secured it even further.

'Peter! Stop it! I gotta get my shit together,' I whined. 'Like, plan out packing!'

'Packing for what?' he asked sarcastically, still trying in vain to pry the diary from my grasp. In his desperation, he attempted the only trick he had left to get me to let go. He started tickling my sides. It was a surefire way to piss me off, but also to get me to let go. The diary clattered to the ground as I stood up quickly to get away from his hands tickling me at light speed. He paused for a moment to grab the diary off the ground.

'Hey, thanks!' he exclaimed, taking off in a flash inside my house, leaving only the wind behind to prove he was there.

I clamored inside behind him, calling after him as I stumbled up the stairs. He was already laying on my bed, on his side, reading my diary entries when I got to my room.

‘DON’T read those!’ I panted in vain. ‘They’re so bad!’

‘Oh, these little stories?’ he smirked, looking up only with his eyes. ‘I think they’re pretty good.’

My cheeks burned hot. I stepped into the room and slammed the door shut. He held the book up closer to his face and squinted. ‘Peter, please, I’m warning you,’ I pleaded.

‘His tongue slid into me. All of my insides felt warm and tingly…’ he read out.

‘OH MY GOD NO!’ I rushed over to him, trying to pry my diary out of his hands. I was on the bed on my knees doing what I could to get my embarrassing writing back. He and his super speed, though, had other plans. I gave up after minutes of trying, tired of grabbing at a person that wasn’t even there by the time my hands reached him. He stopped his motion and was right back where he started on my bed.

‘I think I got what I needed,’ he smirked. ‘Let me review the highlights with you…’

He moved quickly, without using his super speed, to lay me down my my back. I didn’t object. He was always gentle with me, careful not to use his speed unless I asked him to. Peter hated anything that took a long time, but with me he always had patience. Well, unless it was taking my clothes off.

Peter worked quickly to get every inch of fabric off my body. His smooth hands rubbed all over my skin as he kissed me passionately. He stopped to pick up the diary that had been discarded to the side on my bed.

‘Let’s see…’ he muttered, pinning my shoulder down with one hand, his legs straddling my lap. ‘He spread my legs slowly…okay I can do that.’

The diary was once again dropped so he could part my thighs. His hot breath hovered over my weeping cunt.

‘Right, right, then the tongue part,’ he reminded himself. He kissed all along the insides of my thighs, eventually making contact with my middle. My toes curled and my breath hitched. I was ready for what he was about to do. He slipped his tongue into me and my eyes rolled back. He flicked his tongue over my clit, making me yelp out.

He separated himself from me to grab my diary again.

‘You’re gonna have to read this next part, Y/N, I’m a little preoccupied here,’ he instructed. He passed the book into my shaking hands. I didn’t even have the energy to protest. I just wanted to feel his warmth within me again. His mouth reconnected with my pussy.

‘H-his abilities came in handy when giving me head,’ I panted. ‘He can do this thing- thi- this thing where he vibrates.’ I could only choke out so much in my pleasure.

I felt him take a few deep breaths before beginning to vibrate at sonic speed. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The first time he did it, I thought I would just about die. He pulled away for a moment.

‘Keep reading,’ he breathed. I whimpered, shaking hands once again opening the diary. He reconnected with my middle again and I let out a loud moan.

‘He kn-knows how to make m-me purr like a kitten. There’s n-nothing like it,’ I sputtered out.

I didn’t have much left in me. He, acting as my own personal vibrator, brought me to my limit. I came with a loud yelp, laughing immediately after. Peter stopped vibrating and laid on top of me, his face meeting mine.

‘You are SUCH a dick, Maximoff,’ I giggled.

‘I thought it was sexy, how you write about me and all,’ Peter shrugged. He peppered kisses all over my face and neck as we both caught our breath. For a fleeting moment, nothing in the world mattered. All we cared about was each other. For a moment, I wasn’t moving away. It was us and us only. ‘You’re a million miles away, beautiful. What’s wrong?’

Snapping out of my trance, I planted a kiss on his lips. ‘Nothing at all, Peter. Just really ready for round two,’ I smirked.

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I really enjoyed this one. Thank you so much for this request! I promise I’ll write more this week. It’s been cray cray on my end.

[oracleact]

You can totally choose to look past this cuz it might be a lot (Tw trauma?) I just got Carried, you know when Carrie (from the movie) she gets a bucked full of blood over her head on prom? A guy asked me out and to my surprise, I was blessed with ketchup, eggs and flour by him and his friends, the subway didn’t let me in and no Uber would accept me getting in a car, so I had to walk home. No one asked me what was wrong

I’m still processing that actually happened,. I’m assuming it’s bc of my weight, I’m tall and overweight, I mainly keeps things to myself, am a introvert, idk what other thing could be a reason besides my body. Could you please write a comfort scenario with the tmnt boys? Or one of them, you can choose, Could be platonic, romantic, idk, just reader (who’s usually friendly but don’t talk much about their romantic life cuz they don’t feel like it’s worth investing time, and when they finally decide to change that, thst happens) crying as a mess in front of them for the first time, saying they are tired of living in a body that feels more of a curse than anything,

It’s a lot, I know, you can delete this if you aren’t comfortable doing it (I’m 100% serious)

Thank you Eitherway and hope you have a good day

first of all, I’m so sorry that happened to you. back in high school, I was doused after classes so I can definitely understand your pain here. they are absolutely pathetic for even thinking about doing that to someone; they are total assholes because they acted on it too and I wish for it to haunt them one day when (or if) they mature. you did amazing on your way home that day - I hope that, with time, things will get better for you. you deserve great things. I haven’t written anything with all of the boys before but I wanted to give it a try for you to cheer you up. I wish you well, and I hope you can find comfort in our wonderful turtles!

« got your back »

tmnt x reader / angst + fluff

notes: 1.6k words, all turtles included, platonic relationship, gender neutral reader (no pronouns used,) first person pov, I was thinking of 2012 tmnt while writing this but it probably fits with most iterations.

I can’t believe I’m walking home in the dark, completely covered in miscellaneous goop. I’m glad I didn’t tell anyone about the date that was supposed to happen tonight because, if someone saw me right now, I don’t know what I would do. no public transport let me on covered in eggs and flour, the same for taxis, so now I’m stuck dragging myself home by my own two feet. they are awfully heavy despite my hurry to get back which doesn’t seem fair at all - it’s like my body is laughing at me in equal measure to the rest of the crowd back there.

put your head down and keep walking, put your head down and keep walking, put your—

“hey guys, look!” I stop in my tracks as soon as I hear that voice echo through the night sky. it sounded too much like mikey to simply ignore it.

“mikey, for the last time, shh! ninjas, remember?” that was definitely leo. they all must be up on a roof somewhere but I don’t dare to look up. my feet won’t move anymore regardless, they’re refusing to pick up and run. my body really does hate me tonight huh?

“mikey is right though, look down - hey there!” I slowly crane my neck towards the sound of their chatters and am met with possibly the worst sight I could see at this exact moment: all four of my mutant friends standing on a nearby roof, just as I suspected.

“hi everyone,” I give an awkward wave as they stare down at me.

“want to meet up at the entrance to the lair to hang? we’re just heading back,” raph calls out.

I need a plan, and fast.

thankfully, they can’t see that I’m covered in mush from where they are, but if I go to the lair then that will change. however, if I say ‘no’ to hanging out with them then they’ll get suspicious anyway and follow after me. they’re my best friends, my favourite thing in the whole world is hanging out with them. even if I genuinely can’t hang out we still find a loophole to be together.

either of these choices leaves me doomed to talk about this disaster of a night eventually so…

“sure, you go ahead and I’ll be there in a second.”

…I go with option one.

I knew the boys would get there first so I’ve had more time to come up with some lame lie before I face them: one point to me. I slap on a brave face and a ridiculously wide smile in the hopes that it would distract them from what I have going on all over my clothes. taking a deep breath, I turn the final corner to enter the lair.

“hey bud!” mikey bursts through the rest of the guys and comes skipping towards me. I freeze and simply wait for him to see me in the light. “woah, what happened to you?”

after hearing mikey’s question, everyone starts to crowd in around me, thinking I had been hurt or something on the way here. to their surprise, I have no cuts or scrapes…just a bunch of different types of produce in my hair. they begin to mutter more questions but my mind is too hazy to hear them clearly, opting to stand there and stare into the space behind them. leo notices me zoning out pretty quickly and leads me to the seating area in the middle of the lair by my arm, the rest of the boys following with worry in their eyes.

I sit down on the couch; raph bends down in front of me, donnie sits on my right, mikey hangs over the back of the couch to lean on my left, and leo rests his hands on my shoulders from behind me.

“who did this to you? I’ll kill them, I’ll punch them into the ground I swear to god—“

“raph, calm down. we need to know what happened first before we start going haywire.” I’ve never seen donnie look so aggravated before. it looks like he secretly wants to join in with raph’s immediate anger instead of acting ‘rationally’ this time.

“no need for punching anyone or anything ha! I— uh— tripped while I was walking home and fell straight into a pile of garbage surrounding a dumpster. how clumsy of me ha! I’m so silly. I wasn’t watching where I was going and it was dark so…” my words trail off as I finally look directly at my friends. none of them are believing this story at all.

“tell us the truth, it’s alright. you’re safe here.” leo speaks with such a warm tone, it makes holding back my tears even harder than it already was.

“I’m fine! I promise I’m fine, really I just tripped!” I force my lips into a thin line, trying to twist them into some kind of smile, until mikey pokes at my cheek. I turn to him.

“please tell us what’s wrong.” is he giving me puppy eyes? damn it mikey…

I couldn’t push back my tears any longer and the flood gates exploded. I was in hysterics, sobbing so loudly it bounced off the walls of the lair. I couldn’t stop, each sob rippled through me and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. the boys cooed at me, all of them placing a hand somewhere on my body to ground me and to let me know that I’m not alone as I cried. they tried still asking me questions but I couldn’t get out any words, only heartbreaking whimpers left my mouth. they accepted their fate of silent sobs though and simply stayed beside me.

after a while, I’ve calmed down slightly, and I see the boys look at each other and nod in the corner of my blurry eyes. then, all of a sudden, raph and leo run off. they come back not long after with a basin of water, towels and some other things that I can’t quite see cradled in their large hands. my curiosity is answered in a split second though as the four begin to wipe away the dirt that covers me, still allowing me to ride out my cries in the meantime.

raph gets back into his bent position to gently clean my face, donnie and mikey clean down my arms, and leo starts to brush my hair the best that he can. it must be a brush that april keeps here at the lair, since I don’t think I’ve left one here before.

they continued like this - softly wiping and rinsing - until they were sure that they had done all they can do to rid me of this sticky mess, and until I was able to stabilise my breathing and speak somewhat clearly again.

“april is going to be mad that you got ketchup on her hairbrush,” I say lowly between hiccups. leo laughs and assures me that the brush is perfectly fine; no need to worry.

it is silent (apart from the sound of my sniffling) while they put down their tools and clear them away from the couch, until donnie speaks, “we don’t want to push you to talk but we are here to listen if you want to.”

maybe it is finally time to talk about it. as much as I don’t want to, I think I need to. I’m always the one with a bright smile and cheery attitude but I need to let that go for now. I need comfort, and I need to admit that to myself - even if it’s for this singular moment.

I begin to explain the story of the date and how it went terribly wrong - just the vital details to build the story rather than adding my feelings about it. being vulnerable like this isn’t my strong point so I need to prepare myself to talk about that part with truth and from the heart.

I can see the pure rage in raph’s eyes as he sits in front of me, his teeth grinding together and a low growl coming out of him. he goes to say something but donnie stops him with a hand on his shoulder. he gives red a pat and he seems to understand what he is signalling, inhaling and exhaling with his eyes closed before fixing his posture to listen to me again.

“you know, I don’t know if I want raph to rough up him or rough up me at this point,” I let out a laugh to try and soften the atmosphere but the expressions of the boys tell me that it didn’t work. they look confused; sad. “a good rough up might fix whatever is wrong with me, because it’s obviously me. look at me! why else would he have made plans to humiliate me like that? what do I need to punch into shape - the way I look? the way I act?” I laugh again with the same intent as earlier despite knowing that it is going to do nothing to lessen the impact of my words.

“did he specifically make you feel like that?” raph says through gritted teeth, “that you’re not good enough?”

“no, I guess I’ve been feeling that way for a while. he just made it worse - a lot worse.” my eyes start to burn again with more tears. I’m surprised I’m not dehydrated yet.

mikey grabs my face in his hands, his eyes also look clouded with tears, “you are so beautiful. really, you are. I remember when I first saw you I was like ‘woah, they’re even prettier than the humans I see on tv!’ you don’t need to change anything about the way you look, I can tell you that for sure.”

“nor do you need to change anything about your personality or how you act,” donnie chimes in. “why do you think we like you so much? you’re awesome! you’re smart, kind, caring, plus you treat us like we’re golden and we’re literally in the sewers right now,” we all giggle at the last statement he makes.

leo pats me on the head, signally me to look up towards him, “you are the greatest friend we could have ever asked for, and if we need to remind you of that more then we will. you deserve to feel that you’re worthy and loved and I can tell you with certainty that you are when you’re here with us. there’s no need to hide from us, we’ve got you’re back.”

raph grabs my hand, “and seriously, if you want us to go and talk to that guy we will.”

“raph!” the others shout. I laugh at the slight panic hiding in their voices - it’s fully directed at their brother and his fists.

“what?! I said talk not bash into the ground so what do you want from me?!”

[petitmonde]

I'm sharing Jade's prom story from her Twitter thread. You can read it here and share it around. I'm putting it under a read more since it's quite long, but it's definitely worth reading every single word that she wrote. If you want to read more or get involved with LGBTQ+ rights, I have linked a few organisations that do great work in the Philippines.

LGBTQ+ Organisations in the Philippines

Bahaghari – national alliance of LGBT+ advocates, organisations, and formations. You can sign the petition for their anti discrimination bill SOGIE right here.

LoveYourself – an organisation that promotes HIV awareness, testing, and treatment. They also have resources available for those seeking help to transition.

UP Babaylan – The oldest LGBT+ student organisation in the Philippines.

LakanBini Advocates Pilipinas – A network of transgender organisations. They focus on health, psychosocial well-being, and human rights.

Rainbow Rights – A nonprofit NGO that focuses on legal literacy and empowerment with respect to SOGIE laws and policies.

Proud Campaign Philippines – Not only do they raise awareness of SOGIE, but they also help Filipinos in need with food, clothes, toiletries, and other necessities.

🩶 State Of The Dollification Address 🩶

I have 3 prom stories that I’ve experienced and here to tell all of y’all! I am now using my voice and platform to raise awareness, for humanity’s maturity and for the betterment of inclusive schools. ‼️

I want to say to ALL schools out there! No matter what Sexual Orientation, Gender Indentity & Expression. Students has the right to have equal knowledge and experience with schools and campus. As long as oppression and discrimination is still happening in today’s world, this is a sign that we are not yet treated as equal.

#PassSOGIEBillNow #TransYouthAreValid #TransWomenAreWomen #TransLivesMatter

#DollShenanigans #DollDomination #Dollification #SuSos #TeamM1ssJadeSo

My first ever Prom that I’ve attended way back Feb 13, 2016. I got invited by a guy from an all boys school. He sponsored everything from the gown, ticket and transportation. Everything went well, I attended their prom as the WOMAN THAT I AM. It was magical, fun and romantic. I greeted some people in the event, ate, had a romantic dance with the guy and also partied a little bit, we went home safe (take note: our driver is his Dad). So happy with this experience I got to live just by being me.

I met some Queer people and some of them are now Trans Women from that school, last year 2022. They told me that I was so iconic, that the administrators, teachers, pastors are triggered by my presence that night. They had to call every Queer people in their school just to have a prayer/mass session to pray the gay away. It was so sad, they couldn’t fight, they just told me that they love and look up to me for my bravery and courage from that night. I hope they are now healed from that trauma.

Going back to March 2016, for our Moving-Up Ball in my school. Everyone is excited as we are about to enter Senior High School (the first batch of SHS) and Junior High School is about to end. I’m very excited about it because it’s going to be our last Ball/Party of our whole batch. I am thinking to myself that this is going to be my coming out moment as a Trans Woman. I immediately thought of wearing a dress and wearing a wig because my hair is too short for the vision of my full bloom woman.

Days before the Ball, I asked my adviser politely if I can go to the event wearing a dress as the woman that I am. She said “No, naiintindihan naman namin ang gusto mo, “Girl” na nga ang tawag ko sayo (as tinatawag niya kong “bakla” before) pero sa college mo na yan gawin, masyado ka pang bata. Malay mo mag-iba pa panananaw mo at maging lalake ka talaga (she laughed)”. I cried it out going home that day. Translation: “No, we understand what you want, I’m already calling you “Girl” (as she calls me “Gay” before). Do it in college instead, you are too young. Maybe you might change your perspective and become a man one day (she laughed).

The day of the event started… I did my friend’s makeup, as I am a makeup artist before. I started doing their makeup during lunch time and ended really well. My sister and mom helped by putting their dresses and curling their hair. 5 girl friends of mine are very happy with the results. I have a lot of memories with them I cherish and miss them now. Hi Aira, Ela, Elriva, Kirstine & Lubna.

I was so tired and had to glam myself up too. I wore a 30 inch black silky straight wig, white cocktail dress from my sister and black thigh high boots.

We went to the moving-up ball with my friend’s driver. My mom joined us because she wanted to explain something. As we got into the event, they immediately stopped me from entering. A teacher told me that I cannot enter, and they let me talk to my adviser and some of my teachers, they said “Jade, sinabihan ka na namin… You can’t wear this here. Magpalit ka ng suit na panglalake, para papasukin ka pa namin, maaga pa naman may time ka pa magpalit, Go na.” Translation: “Jade, we told you about this… You can’t wear this here. Change it to a Men’s suit, so that we can let you enter, it’s still early, you have time to change, Go for it.”

I told them I wanna talk to the principal. They let me talk with the principal and I explained the definition of Transgender and explaining that I am a Trans Woman. She refused, my mom talked to the principal and explained that I am a Trans Woman and I wanted to make this last moment of my JHS as the woman that I am. My mom said “Payagan niyo po sana yung anak ko na makapasok, kasi po babae po siya and yan po ang gusto niyang damit. Pangarap niya po yan”. Translation: “I hope you allow my daughter to get in, She is a woman and that’s how she wanted to dress up. That’s her dream.”

They still said no and change my outfit to a suit or anything na “panglalake” or “Men’s wear”. I lost hope at that moment, I saw my mom crying because how heart broken she is. I immediately cried too and said “Mama, umuwi kana ako na lang mag stay dito and ilalaban ko to. Ayoko na makita ka umiiyak”. Translation: “Mom, Please go home, I’m going to stay here and I will fight for this.”

She invited me to go home too but I said I needed to stay, this is something I think that is right. She went home and I started bursting out of tears, I was sobbing and fully destroyed. As a protest, I’m going to stay here until they let me in. There were feedbacks that they can hear me sobbing inside the event. My classmates comforted me, they took turns to accompany me outside. As the event is going through my classmates are slowly getting inside, they brought me food, talk to me nicely, my whole class went to me outside and took a class picture. Teachers that are close to my heart went outside to accompany too. And there’s this one teacher stayed with me the whole night outside and she said; “Malayo pa tayo sa pinapaglaban natin, pero gusto kong malaman mo na tama ka Jade, tama ang pinaglalaban mo, ikaw yan eh. Balang araw matatanggap ng lipunan natin ang isang katulad mo. Salamat sa pag-laban kung sino ka.” Translation: “We are far from what we are fighting for, but I want you to know that you are in the right track, that’s the real you! The time will come that our society will accept the people like you, thank you for fighting for being who you are”.

She said so many inspiring words that uplifted me. Take note: she’s an Araling Panlipunan teacher. Hi M1ss Meann Salimbangon, you deserve the love from this world. I love you so much, I will never forget you! You’re a treasure for me. She told me she won’t leave me outside until I get home safe. My friend’s driver offered a ride to get me home safe. I went home when that after party started. I was so tired and cried myself to sleep.

April 2016, our Moving-up Ceremony. Advisers are announcing that “No “proper” haircut for boys are not allowed get the diploma on stage. But instead, they will give the diploma a week after (together with our report card). I informed my adviser that I can’t cut my hair because I identify as a Trans Woman and I would like to get my diploma as how my hair is growing now. She refused, so i decided to not to go through. I did the Moving-up ceremony rehearsal for nothing. I informed my Mom that I can’t go to the stage because of my haircut. She was sad that she won’t see me receiving my diploma. I attend our moving-up ceremony with the parents of my friends, I was sitting in the parents section wearing a BLONDE FUCCING HAIR, full leather look with my y2k hidden wedge sneakers lol.

My head was heated seeing these boys in our school DIDN’T GOT THE PROPER HAIRCUT and got their diploma on stage. I immediately thought that the advise and requirement is just targeted for me or for the Queer people in my school ONLY. They were just oppressing us.

When it’s my time to get the diploma they called my name on stage flashed my photo to the screen. I stood up with my head up high, from the parent’s section. Everyone was looking at me, my friend cheered and screamed for me, the parents were clapping. It was a fuccing moment (just like a Pose episode) 🤣

Finally the nightmare era from that school was over, there is much more stories to tell. But it’s to long to share, so many bullying and oppressing issues that I experienced. I know it’s a Catholic school, but is it a requirement for Catholics to hate and oppress Trans Individuals like me? And the LGBTQIA+ community, if there are more issues (I knew it’s not just me 😌).

Moving forward, I searched for the right school to enroll for my Senior High School and that is iAcademy! I really really love this school so much, they accepted, acknowledged, and loved me. This is the first time I felt seen, heard & valued by a school. They let me wear what I want, let me my hair grew, it is so long that it touches my butt. I was openly proud Trans Individual, I even got a romantic relationship with a classmate (part of my growing process).

Fast forward for our Grad Ball and Graduation Ceremony. The MOMENT I’ve been waiting my whole life was to attend our Graduation Ball. I wore the MOST HUGE ROYAL BLUE CINDERELLA-LIKE BALL GOWN WITH FEATHERS AROUND, LEAVING SOME FEATHER TRACKS WHEREVER I GO, WITH A FUCCING CROWN, because I already knew I am a fuccing QUEEN. I won best dressed of the night from the female category. They gave me a 10-min moment to share my JHS Prom experience and I am thankful for this inclusive school and being an LGBTQIA+ ally. I was so happy I could die. This moment will last forever and to the herstory of iAcademy.

For our Graduation ceremony I wore the highest heels that I owned and a red cunty dress to my Graduation. I got my diploma on stage, strutting myself like the sexiest, cuntiest & baddest student on Earth.

[sweetnsourhearts]

For the oc ask game, any dnd oc and 32, 36, and 50 :D

I’ll do them for all 4 of my dnd oc’s ig!

32. Your character is having a prom night/debs. What kind of outfit do they wear?

Tanna: stylish black fitted suit think with this skirt-like piece that gives it a little bit of androgyny

Novia: pretty floaty long dress where the skirt’s ends kinda fade into a galaxy, blues and purples and stuff

Nyth: basically just their regular formal wear with the vest and sleeveless white sweater and gold accents

Lunaris: pretty purple, black, and white dress with as skirt that is lower in the back than in the front, a cape that kinda looks like wings, and replacing their regular mask with just a mask that looks like a pair of wings

36. Tell us something about your OC that doesn't make it onto the page?

Tanna: big sweets kinda gal, doesn’t tell anyone cause she’s embarrassed about it

Novia: because of its past as a mechanic it’ll often help Cy do repairs when it breaks something

Nyth: she only ever went back home once after running away, just to visit Esther’s grave and nothing else

Lunaris: does a lot of contract work with the government transporting/protecting confidential documents cause there’s no danger of the info getting out. Also, her adoptive mother Juniper is amazing and I love her

50. How does your sleep at night? Are they a heavy or light sleeper? Do they dream or have nightmares? Do they find it easy to sleep or are they more a night owl?

Tanna: light sleeper, heavy night owl, with periodic nightmares/insomnia. The trauma hit her hard in the sleep department

Novia: being both elven and undead means it does not actually sleep

Nyth: sleeps like a truck and snores heavily. Occasional nightmare of the incident but they’re generally a morning person actually

Lunaris: also doesn’t really sleep and is incapable of dreaming, a very light sleeper due to his heightened senses too

Link to the original ask game if you want to ask me questions or do it yourself: https://www.tumblr.com/inky-duchess/647727200792150016/oc-asks-game

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[azar-rosethorn]

Won't You Take Me to, Funkytown

Summary: April never thought in a million years that she'd be outslayed at prom by a freaking turtle, let alone four.

Rated G

Based on this picture by @mandasarts

Ding!

Quickly finishing her braid, April picked up her phone to see that Mikey updated his Snapchat Story.

(Once again, art is not mine. It's by @mandasarts )

April almost flipped her chair back in laughter. The Turtles always said that they would be going with her, but April never thought that they actually meant it!

If this was, like, a few years ago, April would be burning with all sorts of doubts and questions. But, after being a part of the family for so long, there was only one she really cared about being answered:

How were they able to find a dress big enough for Raph?

Knock knock

Well, it looked like April was about to get her answers.

She opened the door and low and behold, there the four reptiles were. All decked out just like in the picture. She was immediately showered with compliments and praises about her own prom outfit.

"Gotta say, April, when you first showed me that dress, I had my doubts," Donnie admitted, "But now, with you actually wearing it, it looks awesome!"

"Oh, this is gonna be so fun!!" Mikey cheered.

"Alright, now that all five of us are here," said Leo, whipping out his sword, "Allow me, the obviously best-looking one here, to escort us!"

"Uh, Leo?" April interrupted, "Weapons aren't exactly allowed at school dances. . ."

"Not even as transportation?"

"No!"

Raph gave Leo an 'I told you so' look and Leo just groaned. "Fine, I'll portal us to the Lair and we can take the Tank."

And that's just what they did, after Splinter bugged the five of them into taking a picture before they left.

Once they entered the gym, Mikey's eyes absolutely lit up. "WOOOO, PROOMM!!!!" he shouted, throwing his arms up.

"Yeah, baby! And, of course, I'm still the best-looking one here!" Leo exclaimed, doing a very graceful dip.

"Huh, I look good in this," Donnie commented, looking at the photo Splinter took.

With all eyes now on them, April and Raph started to giggle uncontrollably.

"And with that, I am off to the dance floor!" Leo declared, rushing into the crowd and out of the others' sight.

"Hey! Wait for meee!!" Mikey called, following his brother.

Donnie had mostly made his way to the sidelines by the food table, chatting with some of April's classmates, leaving Raph and April still standing by the entrance.

"Hey, uh, Raph?" April began.

"Hm?"

"What's up with the dress? I mean, it fits you perfectly, and the dress industry. . . isn't too kind to bigger people."

Raph suddenly burst out laughing. "HA! Oh, April, you don't need to tell me twice! I learned that the hard way. . . ." April raised an eyebrow. "Let's just say that I have made an enemy out of almost every retail worker in the city."

April could only imagine the amount of gowns he'd ripped up when the boys went shopping for their clothes.

Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me~

Just as she was about to reply, the music started. . .

All of a sudden, Donnie burst through the crowd, almost tripping on his dress. "Oh yes, you all know what happens when an 80s jam plays!"

"Hey, wait for us!" April called, following Donnie to the floor, with Raph just behind.

"Yay! Dancin' time, Baby!" Mikey yelled upon seeing them.

And along with crowding the photobooth, chugging the punch and making fun of each other whenever they tripped on their heel or dress, that's exactly what they did, all night long.

-The End-

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[princetorn]

VERSES .

⋆ verse — to be a boy among the boys ( 1939 – 1954 )

canon . A childhood spent in the shadow of the Appalachian mountains – long summers, Little League, sweet tea, Sunday sermons – and a briefly awkward adolescence of braces and coltish limbs.  A child prodigy, they say.  He is a scab-kneed boy marked for sporting greatness.

⋆ verse — six cylinders underneath the hood ( 1955 – 1957 )

canon . Baseball was once his greatest love, but now he fixates on hot-rodding and his ‘Little Sweetheart’ – a Chevrolet Corvette that he spends his weekends diligently working on and his nights racing.  Royce has grown into himself.  He has motor oil under his nails, Brylcreem in his hair, and butane in his blood.

⋆ verse — all a ghost can do is haunt ( 1958 – )

canon .The end came sharp and sour, in a twist of shrieking metal and the lick of flames.  Murder, though he does not know it. Royce Clayton is dead, buried in a small plot overlooking the baseball field.  He has become a cautionary tale to the people in the town of Marshall, and his ghost is doomed to walk the earth.

⋆ verse — caged within jars like fireflies ( 1997 – 2001 )

Captured by wealthy explorer, collector and ghost hunter Cyrus Kriticos – with the aid of his psychic assistant Dennis Rafkin – Royce is transported to Pennsylvania and kept contained by Latin barrier spells.  He and eleven other spirits form the Black Zodiac, with Royce representing the Torn Prince.  Cyrus intends for the enslaved spirits to power the Basileus Machine, a contraption designed by a fifteenth century Italian astrologer while under demonic possession.  If successful, the device will open the Ocularis Infernum ( ‘The Eye of Hell’ ) allowing him to see all things, past and future, divine and damned.

⋆ verse — college is fun as long as you don’t die ( 1958 – 1962 )

Royce doesn’t die that fateful October night.  He lives to see prom, to graduate, to take up a baseball scholarship and move on with his life.  He still harbours a great love of hot-rodding, but baseball is his ticket out of small-town misery and he grabs the opportunity with both hands.

⋆ verse — it ain’t over ‘til it’s over ( 1963 – 1968 )

He did it, he made it, he’s finally famous.  Royce is a Major League Baseball player, his face is printed on posters and in the newspapers.

⋆ verse — when you’re over the hill you begin to pick up speed ( 1969 – )

By 30 years of age, Royce is past his peak and his time in the spotlight comes to a close. Retiring from baseball, he starts coaching the up-and-comers – but it isn’t the same as standing in the home plate with a crowded stadium screaming your name.

⋆ verse — professional crash test dummy ( 1958 – )

Royce doesn’t die that fateful October night, nor does he seize the chances baseball presents. Instead, he follows his hot-rodding dreams, and goes on to become a sports car racer.  James Dean would be proud.

⋆ verse — we’re gonna be together forever baby

exclusive to @shellcrack . Royce Clayton is in love with Miriam Ross – the prom king has found his queen, and he is saving for a ring.  What started out as a jockish bet has ended in something serious, with the hot-rod playing for keeps, making big plans for them to leave their small town behind.  Whether they make it or not, Johnny refuses to get out of the picture.

⋆ verse — crazy fun park

A teenager from a quiet corner of North Carolina is offered a baseball scholarship in Melbourne.  Generously bankrolled by Henry Clayton, Royce and Johnny jet off to Australia to tour the university.  Following an argument, Royce is involved in a fatal car accident.  Many years later, a theme park is built on the crash site.  It thrives, it dies, and it collects spirits along the way.  Alternative premise:  Royce is attached to a vintage baseball glove or card which Violetta gifts Nimrod, unwittingly bringing Royce’s ghost to Crazy Fun Park.

[ladyseidr]

okay long Lore Dump about jeremy for anybody who loves him even half as much as i do

born and raised in new jersey a decision i purely made because he had a NJ accent in my head for literally no reason

father is deceased by the time he moves to hurricane, but he had a close, loving relationship with him

moves to hurricane with his mother, who he is also extremely close with. he lives with her in all verses ( minus the one where he isn't bitten and he and michael end up renting a shitty place together lmao )

fluent in both english and spanish, as he grew up in bilingual household

mostly has a new jersey accent, but his mexican accent comes out on certain words + gets stronger when talking with his mother ( who has a stronger accent herself )

not out as bisexual to his mom, even though he doesn't exactly hide it around people his own age ( within the bounds of reasonable safety, to be clear ). she's not necessarily homophobic, he more so doesn't know how she feels abt it Period. however, he can ( and does ) come out to her, like, the moment he officially gets with a guy.

( she is surprised but takes it well. big She's A Little Confused But She's Got The Spirit energy in the end )

on that note, has had one ( 1 ) girlfriend before when he was like. 15. they broke up before he could even invite her to prom and honestly it was just an awkward, high school relationship. he also has had hookups with a couple of guys, but that's the extent of his Experience when he arrives in hurricane

i joke abt him being flirty sometimes, but please understand it's only within the bounds of A. knowing someone isn't bothered by, B. being pretty sure the person is into him, and C. being sooooo attracted to them. he does not do this with ppl outside of those rules ( although he is a very, like, complimentary and affectionate person with anybody )

yes i am implying that he Knows michael is into him which is extra funny when you consider that ( my ) michael is trying very hard to not let that be known

acts confident, but it's like. 1/3 bullshit.

nipples pierced. sorry i need that in an Official Headcanon Post.

already made a post abt it, but he has a motorcycle and no other means of transportation. on one hand, it makes him look cool and he likes that. on the other? very inconvenient at times.

mother works long hours, sometimes night shifts, so jeremy sometimes handles cooking meals

they also regularly have pizza night like once a month when his mom gets off late in the evening <3

so, this is all Dependent On Your Own Portrayal Of Michael, but generally i write yvonne, his mom, as really liking michael. why did i think to include this hc? because i remembered an idea i had once of her wanting to include michael on pizza night ( cries sobs etc )

jeremy was raised catholic and his mom still is, but he is not religious himself

hasn't really decided what he wants to with his life yet, but has been working part-time jobs since he was able. yvonne encouraged him to not immediately look for work when they moved to hurricane and just take his time getting to know the place first, so he spends a couple months just chilling. after that, he works at a one place before taking up the job at fred.dy's

biiiiiig humor guy, like if you can make him laugh he'll love you forever

top love languages, in order: quality time, acts of service, physical touch

romantically, falls quickly and falls hard

always down to help out, like if you need him? he's there. "loyal" is a defining characteristic for him.

yes he styles his hair every single day. yes he also keeps it bleached / dyed regularly. he'll let the roots show for a bit, but not long

punk-leaning alt with a love for leather and denim

shipping or not, he's michael's number one defender despite the fact that he literally didn't even live in hurricane in 1983 lmao

has never one time in his entire life been to a pizzeria like fre.ddy's so he initially thinks the animatronics are super fucking cool! right up until he doesn't—

i go with jeremy having been bit in the daytime at the birthday party during his last shift. he really does survive his final night, but he gets too close during the dayshift

by default, he doesn't die. it's an extremely long healing process, during much of which he's unconscious and it's thought that he might die. the long-term consequences are various, but the major things he struggles with are short-term memory and risk assessment. personality changes after frontal lobe damage are thought to be myths, so this is not a part of the aftermath for him.

[telomeke]

tag game ♡ rules: post your lock/home screen, the last song you listened to, and the last picture you saved!!

Ooh, thanks for the tag @airenyah!

What's my phone lockscreen? It's this cool 2016 Yamaha YZF-R6:

I don't ride a bike, and it never appealed to me in the past. But there's just something about this 60th anniversary bumblebee design that I find hard to resist. Not planning to get one, ever (it's better for the environment to use public transport, I don't need one, etc etc.), but still a guy can dream.

The last song I listened to was one that came out of the blue, and it was @markpakin who alerted me to it! (Not tagging you for the game though because you already played right? 😁) And you know the song too @airenyah – it's Stand By หล่อ that the My School President boys sang at the MSP Prom Night concert. But I've been listening to the New Country version, or more specifically, watching their dance video for it (over and over) on YouTube:

Gotta love a song that starts with the word "Donut" – I can't think of any other! 💖 Plus the choreography is mesmerizing and the execution is flawless. I'm particularly impressed by the dancing of the blond guy (Mbow Pantakan, wearing a top that looks a bit like Ink's in Bad Buddy at Ep.4 [3I4] 0.55 😍), as well as that of Guitar Nathaaek (in the checked sweater). Also I can't help thinking Tintin Jarasrawee (in the grey and white hoodie) looks kind of like Korn in Bad Buddy. As always everything leads back to BBS for me!

The last photo I saved is a little mundane:

The groceries I ordered arrived with a glass jar (containing my favorite freeze-dried coffee granules) shattered by the delivery process. So I took this photo as proof to accompany my request for a refund. Such a waste of good coffee, but the shards of glass are so well mixed in there's no salvaging anything from that jar, unfortunately. And I'm sore about it because I drink a lot of coffee.

I dunno who else to tag! So just doing this off the top of my head – @colourme-feral, @crzshaly437, @seeking-moonscapes, @non-binarypal7, @bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, @waitmyturtles, @miscellar, @dribs-and-drabbles, @wen-kexing-apologist, @respectthepetty, @theheightofdishonor, @lovelyghostv, @grapejuicegay, @transpran, @e-the-village-cryptid, @7nessasaryevils. All people I've been following avidly. Your posts have brought me so much joy! 😍 Feel free to ignore if you don't want to play or have already played, and anyone else whom I've not tagged but who follows me please feel free to play too so I can get to know you better! 💖 I feel bad at not following so many people back but I can barely cope with the dashboard feed as it is. 😰

[obesericewrites]

Smth light-hearted, what would be everyone's clique if they were transported into those highschool aus? I feel like Mr. Jaha would be the guidance counselor or the professor everyone loves. Can you imagine Prom season?!

Oh, Mr. Jaha is the history professor for sure! All his students absolutely adore him… for his teachings, of course. He is a menace though, if you skip his class or show up late, you’ll never hear the end of it and have a small paper of shame placed on your desk. And when prom arrives, he’s all over the place yet has everything together. Jaha goes from supervising to giving announcements.

Miss Portia is the math professor. She is firm but you will leave her class with straight As, whether it be by her teachings or by force. Portia is the teacher you wouldn’t dare to insult her class or even give a dirty look, her calculated gaze would seek you out like a heat-seeking missile. When prom comes, she lets her presence be a warning in itself to anyone who wants to ruin the night.

(Now for the ROs, I’ll have them be teachers rather than students. If you want to see them in that form of ask, re-ask this again and I’ll write it!)

M is the English teacher. Which is a pain for their students. The heavy accent they speak in and the lack of answering questions make it a pain for whoever takes their class. However, it’s worth it when M brings their daughter from her recess to their classroom. She entertains the high schoolers. When prom arrives, they just stand next to the drinks and give a glare to any students with ill intentions.

S is the PE teacher. Oh…they give their students hell. You talk back or snark a bit too much to them, ten laps and you take the rest of the class with you. It’s a love-hate relationship that S has with their students. Their students love how much fun and open they can be with S, however, they hate how snippy and big-headed their teacher can be. When prom comes around, S is all across the dance floor. Shoving or pinching at any students who get too frisky. Covering up their concern by just being an ass.

B would be a science or health. It doesn’t matter, but they’ll teach whatever they end up picking. Their students love them and have the utmost respect for B. No one ever raises their voice or speaks out of turn. The other teachers joke that B teaches manners along with science/health. When prom arrives, everyone is well-behaved and doesn’t do anything to.. messy. Well, throwing toilet paper all over the walls is something B can’t control.

[homosexualrodent]

in a car with a beautiful boy

by yrs truly, me :))

Chapters : 1/1

Fandom : Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

Warning : No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships : Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Characters : Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken,  Melissa McCall, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimara, Alan Deaton, Liam Dunbar’s Mother  

Additional Tags : Impromptu Road Trips with a Lonely Counterpart, The Inherent Romanticism of Not Knowing the Other’s Name, Gone is Liam Dunbar’s Ability to Deal with His Problems, Theo Raeken is Deserving of Love: An Essay by Everyone in This Fic, Late Night Convos on the Roof, Public Transportation for the Win, Alternate Universe, Strangers to Lovers, Running Away, Road Trip, Found Family, Slow Burn, (sort of), Foster Care, Prom, Angst, Character Development, Thiam Reverse Big Bang 2022, thiamrbb22

Summary :

“Fight or flight, a physiological mechanism of survival so intrinsic that you don’t even realise your response until it’s done. Until you’re sitting alone on a bus in the middle of the night, hours from home, and then it starts to set in.”

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this fic was inspired by @metagalacticx​’s beautiful artwork, which you will find here | here, and just above. this is our contribution to this year’s @officialthiamlibrary​ reverse big bang, and might i say it was an absolute gratifying experience!! we’re so excited for you to see what we came up with!! cheers <33

submission for the 2022 thiam reverse big bang :))