#THAT MAKES SO HAPPY FCUK

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

can i request a one shot where reader has been friends with everyone in cousins for a while and has been around to see everything happen (susannah dying, the love triangle between belly, conrad and jere). fast forward to when conrad leaves the motel, he goes to reader after and they end up falling for eachother over time and reader shows conrad the love and support he deserves, and understands what he’s going through💞

A bit short, but I'm in a spooky autumn mood and these characters scream summer. Please send spooky/autumn requests

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‘’She chose him and now I can’t fucking breathe,’’ Conrad said as you sat together on your couch. He rubbed his chest with the heel of his palm and your heart shattered. 

He had showed up at your door unannounced a little over an hour ago, backpack over his shoulder and looking like he'd been run over by a truck. His eyes were red, like he had been crying. You took him inside without asking questions, knowing he needed a shoulder to lay his tired head on. 

You listened as Conrad recounted everything that happened since they took the road to Brown. His plan to tell Belly he still loved her. The kiss against his car. The motel. 

‘’I gave her so many signs that I still loved her, but she didn't hear me. She could have turned this around and we could have fixed our relationship, but she chose Jere. So I let her go.’’ 

You reached out to squeeze his hand, the one that wasn’t on his chest. 

The situation between Belly and the Fisher boys was incredibly messy. She was your friend and you could understand that feelings were difficult at that age, but juggling between Conrad and Jeremiah’s hearts was just hurtful for everyone involved. Just because she was confused with who she wanted, who she loved, didn’t mean she had to get a taste of both before making a choice. 

Conrad released a shaky breath, trying to control his emotions and not have another panic attack. ‘’I’m sorry for dumping all of this on you. I didn’t know where else to go…’’ 

You shook your head, dismissing his apologies. ‘’I’d rather you come and pour your little heart out to me than go through everything on your own and mope.’’

‘’I don’t mope by myself—’’ 

You raised an eyebrow playfully, cutting him off.

‘’Maybe I do…’’ he conceded with a defeated sigh. 

Keeping everything inside had always been Conrad's way of coping. He rarely talked to anyone about himself or how he felt. It wasn't the healthiest approach, and you knew it, but you also understood that you couldn't force him to open up.

‘’Do you have a place to stay tonight?’’ 

Conrad sank deeper into the couch cushions, having not thought ahead. When he left the motel, he told his brother he was going to take a bus to Cousins to get the summer house back together, but he impulsively came here instead. 

‘’You can stay if you want. There’s no one in the guest room,’’ you offered.

‘’Thanks. For real.’’ He gave you a soft smile, grateful for everything. ‘’I don’t know what I would’ve done today if you had not been there.’’

‘’I’m always gonna be there for you, Con,’’ you promised, returning a smile. ‘’Right now, it might be raining, but there'll be happiness after her. Someone will turn your gray sky and paint it blue again.’’

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Flirt

Sukuna X FemReader (Modern AU)

Summary: Yuji thought it would be nice to introduce his brother to the mother of the young girl he's babysitting. Especially since there's been countless time in the couple of weeks where she has left both him and Aika money to get themselves food, or treat themselves to ice cream. But why does it sound like his brother is flirting with her... and she's flirting back.

A/N: Happy New Year and thank you for all the likes and reblogs. Sukuna is definitely sounding a lil softer in this story I've just realized... oops LOL

Sukuna X FemReader Master List

The weeks would pass, and slowly you would get use to coming into the office. You weren’t use to not having the freedom to make a sandwich when you wanted, so you had made it a thing to casually make one in the lunch area when no one was around… and run back into your office with it.

You had slowly gotten to learn everyone’s names, which department they were working for, and which manager they were answering too.

And with that, you had finally learned who the fcuk ‘Sukuna’ is. You just wanted to hug Sukuna around his neck extremely tightly… but only with your hands.

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“Hey Y/N, are you free to come for dinner tonight?” Yuji asked on the phone, you were still at work and close to finishing up for the day.

“Dinner?” You questioned, that was a sudden gesture. You were aware that someone in the house cooks well, you assumed it’s the older brother. Cause Aika went over for dinner once, and continued to ask if she could come over again cause she likes the food. Perhaps you should accept, and bring something nice for the host for always allowing your daughter to eat there the past few days. Made it look like you either starved your kid, or your cooking was ass. T^T

“Yeah is that ok? My brother said to invite you since Aika has been having dinner at our place.” Yuji continued. Which was still slightly weird to him how easily he agreed once Aika asked. Or it was possible it’s cause he let it slip that he was pretty sure that you’re a single mother.

“No it’s fine.” You answered cheerfully. “I’ll be there shortly. Have you both started your homework?”

“Yup!” Yuji answered back. “Can you help me with mine? My brother is most likely going to busy and won’t be able too.”

“Sure, I’ll do my best.”

You sped all the way home in a panic, buying a nice bottle of wine along the way. Now you were having multiple debates on what to wear. You didn’t want to wear your work clothes, and maybe you shouldn’t be too casual. But you also couldn’t be to formal looking. Giving up, you threw on a pair of leggings and crop top. They’re getting you as casual as fcuk, oh well. And then you zoomed over to Yuji’s house… which was literally behind yours.

“Y/N!” Yuji answered the door.

“Mama!” Aika screamed right behind Yuji.

So yeah, Yuji wasn’t lying that it was Sukuna that said to invite you over for dinner. But this was after him and Aika twisted his arm, saying he should meet Aika’s mom. While yeah he can say ‘no’ to Yuji easily (which is what he would like to believe), he has a harder time saying no to Aika. With her big blue eyes and innocent expression, she was harder to say no too (and not the fact that Yuji let it slip that he thinks you’re a single mother).

So when he heard Yuji screaming your name, and Aika scream ‘mama’, he knew for sure he wasn’t 100 percent ready for this introduction.

“Y/N, this is my brother, Sukuna.” Yuji introduced, as you followed him into the kitchen and could already smell how good dinner was going to be.

Now, you knew that you already worked with Yuji’s brother, they pretty much look alike and carry the same last name. What you didn’t expect is his first name to be the exact person you have been looking for the past few days. And you even asked if his name is Sukuna, and he just laughed and said “nope”! Wtf!

“You’re Sukuna.” You said, irritation in your voice as he simply smirked at you, eyeing you as he did.

“And you’re Aika’s mother.” Sukuna repeated what he had heard earlier. Well this was a bit of a surprise, although it wasn’t a bad surprise. The person he’s been eyeing at work, is the mother of the kid that Yuji’s babysitting. What a coincidence. An even bigger coincidence is you don’t have a ring on your finger, and neither has Aika ever mentioned a father figure. Good, now he won’t have to home wreck anyone.

“Do you guys know each other?” Yuji interrupted confused.

“Yeah, we work in the same department…kind of.” You answered with a smile. “So we work close with one another at times.”

“So you and Suki are always together, just like how me and Yuji are always together?” Aika asked.

“Kind of, I guess.” You replied, but then a confused expression reached your face. “Wait, who’s Suki?”

“I am, princess.” Sukuna answered, not a single tone of embarrassment in his voice. How could he, when he watched the sudden light blush take over your face, and it took over your face quick.

“How cute, a big guy like you with such a sweet little nickname.” You replied back, keeping your tone levelled and confident. But deep inside, your ovaries were crying for this man!

And Sukuna liked that, he liked the little bite you bit back at him.

There was a reason he liked confident women, why he liked strong women who could hold their own. Cause in the bedroom, he loved taking that confidence away. He loved watching them become a puddle in front of him as he dominated them. He loved fcuking them dumb till their words were incoherent, and nothing but a mess.

And Sukuna so badly wanted to dominate you.

“Didn’t think ‘cute’ was a word to describe me.” Sukuna continued on.

“Oh I wasn’t talking about you, Sukuna.” Placing emphasis on his name, that he had the audacity to tell you wasn’t it!

“Oh yeah?” Sukuna questioned as he stepped towards you. “Then what would word you use to describe me?”

“I guess it depends…” you replied, stepping close, just as he did. “On the situation.”

“Are you guys flirting?” Yuji interrupted as fast as possible. He knew how Sukuna was with women, and he was slightly afraid he would break your heart too.

“No, brat.” Sukuna stepped back with a sigh. “Go be a good host.”

“Ok.” Yuji cheered, as he then led to give you a short tour of the house.

Sukuna was unsure where all of you ended up, but the cheering coming from the living room indicated that you guys were in the living room. Sukuna slightly frowned at the idea that Yuji may have decided to watch the baseball game, and not actually entertain their guests. But a quick peak proved him wrong as both you and Yuji were on your feet, adrenaline pumping through both of you as you watched the game. The screaming and cheering not just coming from Yuji, but you as well. He gave a small smirk as he watched, the scene was serene, something he wouldn’t admit out loud.

“I didn’t know you’re a sports fan Y/N.” Yuji said excitedly, a large grin on his face.

“My brother got me into the game when we were younger, I guess it kind of just stuck ever since.” You grinned back, as you watched Aika walking away and into the kitchen.

You stayed quiet for a moment, watching her leave. While it’s possible she could be grabbing a drink, you highly doubt it and feared she was going to bother Sukuna.

You quickly stood up about to call for her back, but reaching the entrance towards the kitchen, you stopped.

There was Sukuna carrying Aika, allowing her to stir whatever is in the pot while he rummaged through a drawer with his other hand.

“Be careful brat. Don’t touch the pot or stove, it’s hot.”

“Okay.” Aika replied back. It was a sweet, while slightly hilarious sight to see. Sukuna was carrying Aika slightly far from the stove, so her wooden spoon was barely touching the contents of the pot.

The scene was serene, while being bittersweet. It was a scene that you had wished before in the past, but never had. And now seeing it before you, wanting the same exact scene but with someone who was closer to a stranger than a friend currently, it felt surreal. So quietly, you slipped away and back to Yuji.

"Yuji, set the table brat." Sukuna called to Yuji as he was finishing cooking. "Coming!" Yuji called back, getting up immediately and running to the kitchen, just as Aika was exiting with a pout.

"What's wrong Aika?" You asked gently. It was a bit concerning onto why she was suddenly upset, when earlier she was happy.

"Suki won't let me help set the table." Aika announced with her arms crossed.

It took everything in you not to laugh at your own kid. It was kind if a funny reason though.

"You can help him next time." You answered, trying to hold back a laugh. “Can you tell me what you and Suki were cooking?”

And oh my lord, did she get on an entire escapade on how she helped Sukuna cooked. Which was mostly her just stirring the pot

“Hey Aika, Suku- nii said wash your hands before eating.” Yuji mentioned as he passed by.

“Kayyy.” She replied, instantly going towards the washroom as youu followed.

And dinner was served beautifully, Sukuna had actually prepared and cooked a lot. Unbeknownst to you it was cause you were coming by and he wanted to impress you. And impressed you were.

From what you’ve even noticed, Sukuna even cooked Aika’s favourite food. And apparently Yuji’s cause they both seemed to be extremely exited at the dinner table.

Dinner was more than enjoyable, listening to both Aika and Yuji talk, listening to how Sukuna interacts with them. As much as you told yourself to keep your hormones in check, you couldn’t help but notice how kindly he treated both kids.

“Y/n, is it ok if me and Aika finish her puzzle?” Yuji asked. He wanted to ask permission first in case you were tired and ready to go home.

“Yeah, you guys can go. Me and Sukuna here are going to bond here and finish the game.” You commented with a smile, an emphasis on his name clear. By this point, Yuji stopped paying attention since his favourite team was losing.

The emphasis on his name didn’t go unheard by Sukuna, it's like you said his name a certain way on purpose. Which you did... Lol

"Didn't think you had a child." Sukuna commented, eliminating the silence.

"And I didn't think your name was Sukuna." You bit back, giving him a side eye and unimpressed look.

Well Sukuna didn’t expect that. He was going to enjoy this.

“Well it is a bit impolite to be calling colleagues by their first name.” Sukuna answered back in a teasing tone, he wanted to rile you up.

“I’m sorry.” You teased right back. “Just wanted to know you in a more… intimate level, Suki.”

Oh now she was teasing, doing this on purpose now. I mean… he did start it though.

“Is that so, princess?” Sukuna challenged, using his most politest and most endearing nickname possible… although he was tempted to call you a brat. That’s endearing enough.

“Yup.” You answered back, gently leaning in closer to Sukuna. “But, I’ll refrain from any impulsive thoughts on my end. As your boss, it would be highly inappropriate.”

“And what if an employee was having intimate and impulsive thoughts about their boss?” Sukuna pushed, leaning in closer in return. He so wanted to brat tame you, it was such a tempting thought.

“I may have to call them into my office.” You answered with a smirk, it was slightly terrifying how it could almost rival Sukuna’s smirk. “You know, reprimand them… lock the door and all.” You finished in an almost sultry voice, your eyes dropping for a moment to his lips, before going back to his face.

Oh for fcuk sakes, Sukuna was so ready to pounce. To grab you and pull you right up against him. To grab every part of you, to feel your skin on his own, to feel your legs wrapped around his waist. He was so close to grabbing you and smashing his lips against your own, with how close you had leaned towards him.

And just as he lifted his hand to grab you, the fcukin brats walked back into the living room… with that stupid puzzle!

“Hey Y/N, do you want to help us with the puzzle?” Yuji asked as he placed the 500 piece puzzle on the living room room table.

“Yeah, I’ll help.” You answered with a smile, standing and walking around Sukuna. But not before lightly tracing your finger tips along the back of his hand as you passed. It took everything in him to not just grab you right then and there.

“Suki! Come!” Aika yelled. “Sit beside me.” She pretty much demanded.

“Coming sweetheart.” Sukuna answered with a small gentle smile, heading towards the living room.

You immediately moved over, giving Sukuna space to sit between you and Aika.

Sukuna raised an eyebrow at you, wondering what you were up to now.

“Come, Sukuna.” There it was again, the way you say his name on purpose. “You can sit beside me.”

“Isn’t that polite of you doll.” Sukuna answered back, sitting beside you. His knee purposely touching yours, claiming that there wasn’t enough space between the couch and table for him to really sit.

“Are you sure you guys aren’t flirting?” Yuji asked once more, a slightly weirded out expression on his face.

“N-“ Sukuna was about to declare with another sigh of being interrupted again by Yuji. But was quickly cut off.

“Yup.” You laughed in response to Yuji. It was a light laugh, one that Sukuna had caught himself smiling too.

“With my brother? That’s gross.” Yuji continued, causing you to laugh even more.

“I’m joking Yuji, just playful banter. Me and Sukuna don’t get to joke around much in the office, so it’s refreshing to be able to talk outside of work normally.” You explained with a gentle smile.

“Ohhhh!” Yuji understood. You were simply having a fun conversation with Sukuna, that was all.

Sukuna eyes you from the corner of his eye as he was leaning back on the couch. Could this possibly be playful banter, and you actually weren’t flirting with him at all?

But then you turned around slightly to eye him, giving a small smirk towards him. Sukuna raised an eyebrow, as he then felt you place your hand on his thigh.

“Just playful banter, right Suki?” You reassured once more, teasing him once again. And Sukuna caught on fast.

“Yeah.” Sukuna answered, grabbing your hand and moving it closer to his crotch slowly. “Just playful banter.”

[cursed-elements-blog]

fcuk god shit ough

Chase is just so,,,,,,,,,,,,grah i love this otter i feel fucking goofy for saying it but I deadass think of this man and get all fuzzy and warm. I'm kicking my feet and giggling and shit. Thinking about him makes me happy. i love seeing fan art of reading fanfics and seeing posts about him. I often think about just living day-to-day with him. Hangin' out, going on long drives at night listening to music, snuggling and watching a movie, tryin out different restaurants and foods with each other. Having a little cookout with him and some buds. I want to listen to him talk about his interests and like read the articles he writes. I wanna help him scope out good photography shots and even pose in some of them. I want to share my life with him. IK i often joke about bouncing on it and needing him carnally but it's so much more than that I think i'm actually in love with this ottoer

[roseybombshell]

Hi, I am B. Hope you are having a good day 🌻

I am here for 18+ reading. I would like to ask to what are my future spouse's fantasies about me?

Thank you so much :)

Hi, I am, thank you, hope you are as well 🪁👽

18+ CONTENT AHEAD

They're very into teaching you a "lesson". They may be into degrading you and/or praising you at the same time. The dominant type. Your FS also likes to make you wait until they touch you, they like to fantasize you begging them to fcuk you (😵‍💫). They are also into orgasm denial and holding it until they say you can come. I also see them imagining you on all fours, kissing their legs from down all the way up and licking their inner thigh area (I swear I couldn't make this up 😭) and them moaning out of pleasure. They also like to use toys on you a lot, finding the one who makes you moan and lose control the hardest. They are also into your hair, pulling it, holding it while you give them oral, caressing you head area, playing with your hair. They also seem to fantasize about you fighting them a bit like trying to close your legs when they give you oral and them forcing your legs back open. I can also see them wanting to have an intercourse outside or in a public place. It turns them on a lot. They may watch too much sexual content and get this idea from it too. But hey it makes them hot and heavy and you'll love to make them happy, even if you don't agree, they'll have others way to have fun with you and make you, and in that way themselves, pleasured.

[tarotcard0]

Okay, so here's my long-as-fcuk post complaining about Zelda's damselification in TotK

Spoilers ahead.

Part 1: Why is Zelda not allowed to have agency in her own fucking game?? (Spoilers for TotK, OoT, WW)

People have wanted an official playable Zelda in a Zelda game for years at this point, so the fact that Nintendo went out of their way to basically do the same thing again, is... lame.

"Oh, but this time she turned herself into a dragon and she restored the broken Master Sword." Yeah... about that: That's bad, actually.

I really don't think there's a good way to spin the whole Light Dragon thing. For starters, that plan was fucking stupid. It only worked because Zelda got ludicrously lucky, but it goes beyond that.

On one hand, it means that the largest impact Zelda had on the plot was the help she offered when she wasn't even herself. They brought her back at the end, but that doesn't undo the writers making the active choice of having her make the active choice to stop being a character/person in order to do anything. On the other hand, it could be said that Sacrificing herself for the good of her people was very Noble of her. But then they bring her back, undoing the Sacrifice part of her Noble Sacrifice and there are no consequences. So it's kinda fucked no matter how you look at it.

Zelda is, for some inexplicable reason, not allowed to help, so in order for "her" to help, she has to become somebody else. Sheik and Tetra can be used as examples of this, but at the very least, she was still her own person in those examples (and still got to do things as Zelda), it never got as bad then, as it did now with the Light Dragon. Unlike Sheik or Tetra, who are essentially ostensibly Zelda in a different outfit, the Light Dragon is a Non-sapient animal! Which makes it fighting alongside us to beat the Dark Dragon kind of confusing, like, why are they fighting? It's just another Dragon.

Some to think of it, why was the Dark Dragon fighting anything? How do you know you're evil, Dark Dragon? you were just born.

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Part 2: So... about that haircut...

Remember in part 1 when I said people wanted a playable Zelda in a Zelda game?

See, I did say that :3

And that's really important, because when that first teaser dropped, we were all hype as fuck!

Not only were we getting a new Zelda, but a Direct sequel. This has only happened 3 other times (1 -> 2, OoT -> MA, Oracles -> Awakening)

This is a very rare and exciting thing for the series. But there was something else people were excited for. Something I didn't notice at first, but many others did.

Zelda got a haircut :3

I was confused why people were so excited about that at first. "It's a haircut, what's the big deal? I didn't even notice until you brought it up." then it was brought to my attention that Zelda's shorter hair matches up well with Link's. Then I was like "Oh!" Then I remembered Skyward Sword was canon and I was like "oh..."

I didn't want to get my hopes up. I really didn't. There's no way Nintendo would do something that cool. And you can bet your bottom Rupee that I blamed Skyward Sword for that conclusion. Yet I remained silent. Apparently it was impossible for me to not get my hopes up. To want this one theory to be correct. To want Nintendo, for once in their god damn life, to prove me wrong.

Then that second teaser came out...

And pitched Zelda in a hole in the ground.

A lot of people weren't happy with this.

Simultaneously, a lot of people still (somehow???) held out hope. I'm looking at you Arlo.

(Both of these released right after that second teaser btw)

But I'm pretty sure most reasonable people understood it was over.

And we were right. Zelda falls down a ditch. The princess needs to be rescued by the noble (male) knight with basically no shakeups to the trope whatsoever, and Zelda got a haircut because... That's the end of that sentience. They redesigned her for no reason. Not one that'd be satisfying to hear at least.

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Part 3: Why is no one talking about this?

Even me. Seriously, the only reason I'm making this post now is because someone else made a post saying how weird it was no one is talking about this.

What's even weirder to me, is that it's not just that no one's talking about this; it's that nobody's talking about this all of the sudden.

When that first teaser came out, I saw dozens of people talking about the short hair and how that'd make it easier to adapt Zelda's Animations to being a playable character.

And when the second teaser came out, I saw dozens of people expressing disappointment at Zelda's Fall-in-a-ditch-ification.

Myself and likely the others in my camp at least have an excuse. It was 2 whole years after that teaser before the game came out. I'd already gone through the stages of grief and just accepted that Zelda would play the same part she always fucking has.

But that still doesn't explain why the previously hopeful have said nothing. Why a second wave of disappointed voices didn't appear. Surely the hopefuls would have been hit with the same disappointment the realists were previously hit by once the game came out and it turned out they were wrong?

They should have been even angrier than I was. Yet... Silence. I watch Arlo's content regularly. Surely if he was going to say something about it, he would have done so by now, right?

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Part 4: Let's take a look at that second teaser again for a hot minute.

Why'd they release a second teaser when they didn't even have a name for the game yet?

And why'd they show Zelda falling in a ditch specifically?

The best theory I have, if you'll allow me my tin-foil hat, is that Nintendo saw the hype around a potential playable Zelda, but, having already decided the story wasn't going to allow that, decided to show that scene to squash that hope. And it basically worked.

But that begs the question... Uh... Why'd they do that?

Dragon Quest 4 gave us a girl option for the hero on the god damn NES, and the fact that Nintendo still refuses to put such an option in the Zelda series is... concerning. Which, now that I've written it, is a line I really wish I put in that video of mine.

Fans have wanted a Girl option in Zelda for years, if not decades. Nintendo themselves has gone on record as saying if they were to add such an option, they'd just have [us] play as Zelda, instead of making a new character or a Girl Link.

Okay. Cool. Fine. FUCKING DO IT THEN

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Part 5: Uhg.

I've done my best to write down all my thoughts here in an ostensibly organized manner, but on top of just having way too much to say on the topic, I accidentally hit "undo" once which "undid" literally the entire document, which I then could not Redo, inexplicably. As a result, some of what I originally had to say may have been lost.

This post is ranty, and rambly, and has no real ending. Because the ending to this conversation is the Zelda Team giving us a playable Zelda (in a non-spin-off title) or, in my opinion, any playable lady protagonist.

So, because I have no real ending to this post, I'm going to just stop it here. Feel free to add to it in reblogs, tags, comments, etc. I'm sorry this post is so fucking long.

[themistressdomme]

…fcuk

My dearest Mistress, I come on hand and knee to beg for one thing and one thing alone, to be made yours, nothing would make me more happy than to be claimed to wholly, to be owned and possessed by someone as wonderful as you. So please… make me yours

-🐉

Oh, my cute little dragon girl...

That's much better, hm? So glad I'm training you well to beg properly. Pretty little things beg nicely on all fours, with big eyes looking up at me as I sit in front of you.

You beg so pretty, come, let me put my marks on you and you can finally be owned by Mistress. 💋 I treat my belongings very well, hm? Can't possibly have anything of mine be treated as anything less than 😘

🐉

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pekes n polls has been created

Rumpleteazer has changed their name to Crime Baby

Crime Baby has changed Victoria’s name to Madam Perfect

Crime Baby has changed Electra’s name to electricity

Crime Baby has changed Etcetera’s name to squee queen

Crime Baby has changed Jemima’s name to The Chosen One 

Crime Baby has changed Sillabub’s name to bbygirl 

Crime Baby has changed Pouncival’s name to Mousey 

Crime Baby has changed Carbucketty’s name to greg 

Crime Baby has changed Mungojerrie’s name to butter fingers 

Crime Baby has changed Tumblebrutus’s name to bitchboy 

Crime Baby has changed Bill Bailey’s name to Prince Charming uwu 

Crime Baby has changed Mistoffelees’s name to The magical, the marvellous, Mr. Mistoffelees! by Crime Baby

10:41am

Crime Baby: >:3

butter fingers: this is the best idea you’ve had in a while

Crime Baby: i know, thank u

butter fingers: r u ever gonna let the time i dropped that bracelet on the pollicle’s head go

Crime Baby: no >:D

The magical, marvellous, Mr. Mistoffelees!: why is my name so long?

squee queen: it makes sense

The magical, marvellous, Mr. Mistoffelees!: too long

Crime Baby has changed The magical, marvellous, Mr. Mistoffelees!’s name to the one tugger simps for 

Crime Baby: happy now?

the one tugger simps for: no 

electricity: damn he’s picky

Crime Baby has changed the one tugger simps for’s name to mr picky 

electricity: common L for misto

mr picky: I will make you disappear under suspicious circumstances.

electricity: nah u won’t cos munk would get cross

mr picky: Alas, tis true. I shall simply dream on 

Mousey: why is that my name

Crime Baby: UGH WHY ARE THE BOYS PICKIER THAN THE GIRLS

Mousey: cos ur shit at picking nicknames duh

Mousey: like. why? 

Crime Baby: BC UR SO QUIET OBV

bitchboy: well clearly he’s not being v quiet rn

Madam Perfect: I agree. 

Madam Perfect: Teaz, your names suck ass

greg: Why… why am I greg?

Crime Baby: BC I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY

Crime Baby: JHDAJDBHEJLGFYYDF

Crime Baby: fuck all of u

Prince Charming uwu: u wish u could ;3

bbygirl: ok at least his name fits

The Chosen One: ish

Madam Perfect: I hate you all

Madam Perfect: Except Jemima. You’re an angel Jem

The Chosen One: <3

Madam Perfect: <3

Crime Baby: fuck this shi

Crime Baby: mungo, meet me behind 254 Pear Street

electricity: i wouldn’t do that if i were you guys

bbygirl: yeah alonzo said he’s gonna report you to munk if he catches you again

butter fingers: ya but he won’t catch us obv

Crime Baby: he won’t if ur careful

Crime Baby: now hurry the fcuk up

[striveattemptfail]

rho #2

rho #18

rho #27

what i can gather re: bizz's story to this point:

bizarro both created and destroyed bizarro world

he created and populated it with other bizarros like himself bc he felt like no one understood him

bizarro world was earth's counterpart, including a happy superfamily and dual identity life for bizarro (ie: "not clark kent")

during this period he made a lot of mistakes, with one panel implying that he even made a deal with lex luthor (who was presumably president at the time)

bizarro destroyed it bc he knew, ultimately, that everything—his planet and everything he was doing—was fake

what he regrets most is abandoning and killing his family

some things to glean from this:

in this webtoon: bizarro world = htrae from pre-crisis/earth-one, NOT bizarro world from post-crisis/pre-n52

however, it very much strays from htrae's ending (which involves a very convoluted plot ft. the phantom zone and also mr mxyzptlk that i still don't quite understand)

(the tl;dr is that a wizard began destroying htrae, and the bizarros living on it were glad to see the apocalypse occur, so in a very twisted move, bizarro lois and clark used a rocket to shoot bizarro superboy into the planet's core to finally destroy it, and when the planet exploded bizarro was beheaded in the chaos to land at clark's feet to utter his last words before dying)

(i swear this is real and imo it is the least complicated part of the story)

compare this to bizarro world from post-crisis/pre-n52, where that planet's counterparts were very literally opposite to new earth: loiz (bizarro lois) was miserable and hated bizarro (unlike clark and lois' loving relationship)

but afaik, bizarro world was never destroyed during new earth's existence

now, it's clear that the webtoon is drawing inspiration from htrae for bizarro's happy family life

but it's also drawing characteristics of bizarro from post-n52/prime earth with his angst and inner feelings

(yes, i stan brainzarro. and tbh rebirth bizz is still somehow a good character despite lobdell writing him?? a miracle tbh)

it's also very clear that [webtoon] bizarro intends to make things right, or at least do right by his family now that he has a second chance

rho #27

all that being said: i'm curious to see how this'll be resolved

it'll almost certainly be rushed like a printing house during deadlines, and given the previous arcs it'll also be a disappointing ending despite having a really interesting start, but i am looking forward to seeing how webtoon bizarro continues to blend different continuities/character histories together. he's been the most successful among the outlaws in terms of story and characterization, and i've been pleasantly surprised by the direction taken for him thus far

don't fcuk this up patrick young istg if bizarro gets the short shrift in this webtoon i am legally claiming him from dc

[usahanna]

fnaf movie SPOILERS 💥💥💥

what the fuck man what tge FUCK!!!!¡!!!!!!!!! how do i even. put this into words .

The movie was great! It was everything i was expecting from the movie.. Though, when thinking about it, it is a little bit disappointing to me that it was just exactly what "i expected". I guess i wanted it to blow my expectations out of the water but it didn't happen

Do NOT get me wrong though, i LOVED this movie! And the experience of seeing people around my age dressed up for the movie was magical, this is a Must Watch for the idiots who were fixated with these games for years (like me <3) It was a great tribute to the saga :] <3

Now allow me to start gushing

THE FUCKING OPENING CREDIST FCUK OOFFFF i don't know why i held back my crying but god i think that was the moment when it finally hit me that i was watching The movie. i want that sensation back again what the fuck

I didn't expect to see matpat so early in the movie, it was so funny and it made me happy to hear that other people recognized him as well jghfh

Now,, the pacing was weird ESPECIALLY with the ending, you can tell there's scenes and plotpoints(?) that were meant to be longer. knowing about how the movie was trimmed down makes sense, but it doesn't fix it at all :/

AND THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH WILLIAM WHAT THE HELL MAN!! i expected him to appear throughout the movie but he only did at the beginning and end and i really didn't like that. you could blame it in them cutting scenes but it was disappointing

However, the introduction of springbonnie? what a scene. what a fucking creature. god damn i need to watch it again so i can *** ** *****

I'm still in awe at how they managed to get all the animatronics to look like they came out straight from the games. The main four were my (very obvious) highlight of the movie 🥹 my babies looked so well on the big screen <333 AND SPARKY WAS THERE TOO LIKE??!;?

THE LIVING TOMBSTONE AT THE CREDITS AGRGEGHWHSHRTHRHTHR!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE WAY TGE ENTIRE ROOM SCREAMED WITH JOY WAS SO FUN!!!

and the Save Them audio at the end of the credits. what the hell. why would you do this to me .

I dunno how i am supposed to close this, I've been waiting for this fuckass movie for 8 years and i am greatly satisfied, my young self is finally happy and i will be thinking about this movie for the rest of the night goodNIGHT

[adhdvane]

Okay but the new gbf event, literally going to cry. I stayed up to read it last night (er this morning at 3 am), bc I was excited about it being a sequel to Together In Song. I loved Together in Song, that event fucking crushed my hear (also shipping Elta with Caro). This new event was SO GOOD. I LOVE CANTATE. WHAT THE FCUK WHAT A BABY. HER PASSION AND ANGER AND FRUSTRATION AND STRUGGLE AND LOVE. What a wonderful character. I really wanted to start crying when she was so happily and excitedly info dumping about violins and Selfira was genuinely interested and enjoying listening. I need to ship this so bad. Like, I usually don’t go to hard for ships that seem mostly wholesome, but god. You can’t tell me not to hc Cantate as autistic, like there is no way I won’t. I want Selfira to meet Cantate again and for them to make music together and fall in love and ;ojlhkgjhfdghjhjgfdsfgh

more under the cut because i take issue with some of the ending of the event and started ranting about it lol

The only issue I had with the story was the ending with the “see the price is important so your instruments will be bought by professionals who can play well and bring joy to listeners.” Like whoa, I’m sorry lol, hold the fuck up. Please tell me why conflating wealth with skill (and talent as much as I hate the word talent, bc it’s often used to overlook the hard work people have put in to honing their skill lol) is a good and accurate idea. Like people who are poorer are incapable of being extremely skilled in music, what the fck gbf? Like I get the issue of don’t price your skill so slow because you put so much work into your ability. Your skill’s have value and unfortunately in a capitalistic society money is required to survive. It is her profession. In a perfect world it could just be a hobby and I think there should be zero issue letting her give instruments away for as cheap as possible. Let her do what she wants. And it was important for her to learn that letting someone thank you with materials things is not a bad thing, and it can be insulting or hurtful to refuse their gift (and explaining that there’s a cultural barrier here too that’s causing the conflict, which was great). I feel for Caro about not being sure if pushing her in the direction to leave the island and sell her instruments will make her happy. It did selfish to think of it like but all that waisted talent. Like cool, but maybe just let her do want she wants? I guess the idea was supposed to be like, well she wants to give more people a voice and doing that and helping her reach her goal means spreading her work beyond the island. I guess there was some level of, she also really needs to price higher for the sake of not being taken advantage of??? But the story insisted she was really good judge of character??? So like I guess in the end I think the only reasonable reason that I think should of been why she should price her instruments higher is that leaving the island means leaving her apprenticeship, means needing money to support herself, and the prices she was trying to charge before did not accurately reflect the hours of labor she was putting into each instrument. Like the island mentions that price of material sometimes affects the cost but did not say anything about the time that is put into making an item. I think the first part of the argument that she should value her ability more was a better argument than, you need to make your instruments more expensive so random people who cannot play them to their full potential don’t buy them all. Because professionals only care about the monetary value of an instrument. And also only professionals should play her instruments that’s literally not what she wanted. Idk that last bit came off really elitist/classist. Like let her make beautiful instruments for anybody who wants them, like fucking boo-hoo people who aren’t professional are playing them which means its a waist of such a good quality instrument, like fuck off with that. Low supply and high demand meaning only wealthy people get nice things is fucking messed up, lets not pretend it’s a good thing. Especially when the person suppling wants to let anyone be able to play. It’s fine to put value on the experiencing of listening to music but trying to gatekeep people out of playing via price is still shitty, you know. I’d rather we didn’t frame that as a “good” thing. So yeah, I agree that she should consider pricing higher because she needs desperately needs to value her own work more (and just value a lot of herself more, sob). But I don’t agree we should just pretend it’s totally good thing that society believes that high quality = most expensive and that the people who can afford them are the people that deserve them the most. :\\\\\ It’s a complicated subject and I think gbf fumbled on the end in that respect but I give them props for the, please value your work, bc there are a lot of young artists who underprice themselves because they don’t think about the amount of time they put into a piece and the amount of time they spent honing their craft. (obv the real solution lies in paying people more, a reasonable fucking wage, so people can fucking afford shit. and not letting .01% hoard money and not put it back into the fucking economy because they underpay their workers and [froths at the mouth]. anyways... it’s more complicated then that but I’m not here to have the discussion, it’s just relevant to mention with the topic of this event.)

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

surf trip with jj

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As soon as you were old enough to touch the money you got from the gold, you and JJ booked a surf trip. A lot of people said he was insane for dropping a crazy amount of money on a single trip, but it wasn’t just any trip, this was JJ’s dream. He didn’t care how much he was spending or how much he’ll have left in his bank account. The ocean, a surfboard, some weed and his girlfriend — that’s all he needed to be happy.

Getting him a passport had been a wild ride, but you made it to your first stop: Hawaii.

JJ emerged from under the water, shaking his blond hair before looking for you. ‘’Did you see that wave?’’ He had a big grin across his face, excited about the wave he just rode.

Sitting on your surfboard, you paddled over to him, matching the excitement on his face. ‘’She was so high, J! It was insane!’’

The two of you had been waiting for a perfect wave like that all day, and finally, it had arrived. The rush of adrenaline from riding such a massive wave was indescribable.

JJ let out a laugh, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. ‘’I felt like I was the fucking king of the sea up there,’’ he exclaimed, still relishing the exhilarating experience.

You laughed, shaking your head at his silliness.

As the day drew to a close, you went back to the traveler hostel and threw on a cami and loose fitting pants over your bikini while JJ took care of the rental surfboards. You only had two days left in Hawaii and you wanted to hit that restaurant you heard one of the other travelers talk about.

When you came out of the hostel, you easily found JJ by the boardwalk. His shirt and snapback were back on, and his back was turned to you. Taking advantage of his position, you quietly snuck up on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulder and chest from behind.

He instinctively leaned back against you, covering one of your hands with his. ‘’Finally. I’m starving.’’

You rolled your eyes. ‘’I was gone for ten minutes. Don’t be dramatic.’’

‘’I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.’’

‘’Aw, my poor baby,’’ you cooed.

‘’It’s true.’’ JJ leaned his head back and you kissed his cheek. ‘’My stomach is screaming ‘JJ feed me’,’’ he said with a higher voice, making you laugh. 

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[helpmeimblorboing]

Sneak Peek of a chapter from my story that probably won't make it's way into the final draft of either version - Crimson or Crimson Redux (feat : Tumblr's shitty formatting)

The night air stretches stale and unpleasant, iced with rainwater, as Serenity stumbles out into the hall, pulling out the dark rectangle of his phone as he did, slumping down on one of the couches, the fabric catching roughly against the soft of his skin

The moonlight canted in through the big bay windows, glistening sharp and bright against the ledge outside and pooling shapelessly on the windowsill inside, dripping onto the floor, covering everything in molten silver.

The sight scraped painfully against the already raw and tender walls of Serenity’s heart – a silver cross necklace, strung around his throat, tight enough to strangle, the silver gleam of church candles across the rippling surface of a goblet of holy water, prayers and pleading, pain and pain

His shadows curled up the sides of the bay window with an almost unconscious flex of his power, curling low and dark across the shadow of the bay windows, darkening the flat stone of the windowsill to a pitch blank, swallowing up the moonlight like a greedy, gaping maw

Serenity had always hated color. Throughout his childhood, color had only meant pain – the red of fresh wounds, the scaled cream of a leather-bound Bible, the dark brown of a holy cross, the cracked black on yellowy-white of the words that had sealed his fate centuries before his birth – man shall not lie with man as he does with woman

His fingers drummed idly against the warm metal of his phone’s sides, as his eyes rising to linger on the dark, shadowy image of the night sky beyond the reinforced glass – the pinprick stars, the coin-stamp moon, and behind them all, the silver haze of a great arm, impossibly long and impossibly wide, curling behind them all, a river that could never be crossed

He remembered the scent of fresh-cut grass, the blades tickling his bare back, the sun pouring its smeared gold light across the naked, scarred torso of the boy sitting up beside him, bracing himself with one hand planted firmly in the dirt, even as the other reached for the sky

The visible arm of our galaxy, as observed in a moonless night sky, is known as the River of Heaven. A silver stream bending along the horizon, too far and vast for us to ever swim across.

I’d like to see it someday.

The light pollution of most cities did not allow for stargazing. The average child’s world does not have a glittery, star-sewn ceiling. The less spoken about the fact they were looking up at a daylit sky, the better. But still, that sunny afternoon, the proverbial arm of the galaxy showed itself to them anyway, their eyes following the river of light, stars pouring into the universe’s ocean, reaching for the horizon.

And tonight, with the skies washed clear of smoke and debris by the freak rainstorm that had occurred mere moments prior, the hazy, silver trail of the river of heaven revealed itself to him again, bending along the darkness of domed night sky in a stream of gleaming, sparkling white

Serenity bit idly at the corner of his lips, before looking down at his phone once more, gleaming white light casting a smeared, grainy light across his chin and the tops of his cheeks.

He had never liked texting. It felt wrong, tapping out a message instead of speaking it, so Fang and Riptide were his only Whatsapp contacts, for the sole reason that for the longest time since leaving Fang’s side, he wasn’t sure he would be able to cope with hearing his voice

Fang

12/12/2014

S : I’m sorry

F : I know

01/01/2015

F : Happy New Year

28/01/2015

F : Happy birthday

12/04/2015

S : This cat looks like you

S : [image]

29/06/2015

F : I missyuoi

F : Fcuk you

F : Fuck

S : Are you drunk ?

F : Why did you ?

F : Why ?

S : Can you drink some water for me please ?

S : Fang ?

F : For you

F : anythig

F : miss you

S : You keep your painkillers in the bathroom,

S : behind the mirror

S : Can you go get them for me ?

F : Yeh

S : Put them on your bedside table with a glass of water

F : Done

F : am i good

S : You always are

F : Then hwy dint you stay

S : Go to sleep, Fang

F : nooooo

F : Fcuk yuo

30/06/2015

F : Sorry

S : Don’t be

17/07/2015

S : Happy birthday

F : Thank you

19/07/2015

S : I miss you

28/01/2016

F : Happy birthday

17/07/2016

S : Happy birthday

29/12/2016

S : I’ve met someone

S : [image]

F : He looks

F : Kind

28/01/2017

F : Happy birthday

17/07/2017

S : Happy birthday

28/01/2018

F : Happy birthday

17/07/2018

S : Happy birthday

01/01/2019

S : Happy New Year

And that was it. That was where the messages, stilted and fractured, indicative of the rift that had begun to grow between them over the years, came to an end. Serenity sucks in a breath that sounds oddly strained, as if filtered through a mesh of tears, before starting to tap out a new message, his thumbs feeling odd against the smooth plastic of the screen cover, unwieldy and clumsy

12/09/2019

S : I’m sorry

F : All these years and we’re right back here again

Serenity sucked in a sharp breath, closed his eyes to suppressed the prickling at their corners, before slowly letting it out hiss out through his clenched teeth, and tapping out a response

S : I’m sorry

S : I took him out on date

S : [image]

A long pause stretched between the two message, painful, each passing second scraping oddly across the bones of Serenity’s ribcage, before -

F : I’m glad

F : He’s good for you

F : Better than I was, at least

It was funny, Serenity mused, as his fingers pressed hard into the warm metal of his phone case, how he could still, if he only tried a bit harder, remember the way Fang’s skin curled at the corners of his lips when he smiled. Or the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, not the harsh, oily bark he had adopted in later years, but the way he laughed in the beginning, bright and clear and like nothing would ever go wrong ever again

It was like reading a language he was no longer fluent in but still knew how to speak. There was a time he thought he’d know Fang forever, and a time he thought they’d be together forever. Now, however...

S : It was nice

S : What we were, when we were us

S : It was nice, wasn’t it ?

S : However it ended

F : It was

The darkness pooled at his feet, soft and dusty. Overhead, the River of Heaven flowed along its unchangable track, bending acros the horizon in a haze of curling silver. For a long time, he stared at the message, the quiet confirmation, that the love had been there, one time. That it had been there, and it changed nothing. And it saved no one. Because the forces against it were far too great. But it was there, at one time

The scent of blood pooled in his sinuses, sharp and unyielding, a reminder of what had drawn them so far apart, clashing horribly with his sun-soaked memories of grass blades and rustling leaves, the hum of enduring life sounding from all about them, the river of stars winding its way through the sky high above them

For a long moment, his fingers hovered over the keyboard, unsure of what to say next. If there even was anything he could say next – anything that would even come close to encapsulating the enormity of the beast stirring in the hollow of his chest, slavering and doglike

And so, he reverted back to the response that seemed easiest, the coward’s way out, to relay the words that swilled in the depths of his throat, pressed down his tongue, heavy as a leaden weight

S : I’m sorry

S : For how we ended

F : So am I

He still remembered the way he had been, right at the beginning. The sloped silhouette of his shoulders, the charcoal smudge of his hair, the lower of his gaze—hazy like scenery from a previous lifetime. A hand held out, a promise spoken into the blood-soaked air of a massacred town – we who are alone in this world must comfort each other

And the eye smile.

That eye smile. The haloed image of Fang with his Cupid’s bow hidden over his teeth, , distant as a shaken dream, pasted on the corkboard of Serenity’s mind front and center. The bulletin never changes. Even with the flyers and the events, the reminders and the announcements—Serenity just sees Fang. A single peeling missing poster clinging on with nothing but a few tacks the wind has yet to blow loose.

Perhaps there would be a day, when he could say Fang’s name, and mean him, and not the ruination he left in his wake. The man who went from dream to reality to memory. But not today. Today, he was a wound in Serenity, among the endless folds of his soul, unstemmable, a tidal wave of acrid, rotten blood

And, Serenity knew, his existence was just as much a gash on Fang, too. A weakspot, a chink in each of their endless layers of armor. And perhaps that was for the best, in a way. One could not live their life untouchable. Life was vulnerability. Life was pain

Fang was a flash of violence that defined the great majority of Serenity’s life, that gave the endless, roiling tides of his self meaning, and purpose, and boundaries. Blood that spilled endlessly, joyfully, across the white chrysanthemum garden of Serenity’s life, turning every flower it touched from the ghost-pale of mourning grief to the red spider lilies of violent wrath

But every tide must eventually run out. Every river has a mouth. Even the River of Heaven ended somewhere.

And even the endless stream of brilliant crimson blood that was Fang, that delectable promise of revenge, of ripping down the heavens that had defiled him and hurt him so... even that grew rotten and sluggish and black eventually

He didn’t know when the rot had started to spread. When Fang shifted away from being his Fang, with the crescented eyes and the lopsided grin, creature of passion and fire , to this cold, sharklike being of spite and hate. Perhaps it never had

Perhaps his Fang was still waiting for him to find him again, under the trappings of pain and misery La Comedienne bound himself in. Maybe it was Serenity who had lost sight of Fang, of the River of Heaven they had wanted to see together

Perhaps they still shared that dream, in secret. Perhaps they still shared the ambition that had bound them together, all those years ago

Perhaps they were, perhaps they had always been, two fish swimming in opposite currents, searching for the same ocean.

But it was useless to cling to the unchanging dead, Serenity knew. And useless to cling to a past that would never return. And so, he gritted his teeth, and shook off the final, stubborn remnants of the hiraeth that had defined his life for five years, and clicked off of Fang’s chat log, opening up another one, newer, fresher, dripping with a love and joy not yet rendered rotten and blackened by the jaws of time

Riptide

R : Tonight was really fun

R : Let’s do it again sometimes

A long moment, and then Serenity released a shaky, strained exhale, pulling up the keyboard, his fingers hovering over it for a few moments, before tapping out a response, each muted click an exorcism of past ghosts

S : Yes

S : Let’s

A moment, and then, in a fit of recklessness, his heart catching in his throat, hammering against the bars of his ribcage, he tacks on

S : I love you

He watches with bated breath as the tick marks beside the three messages appear, first in light grayscale against the tan background, before popping abruptly into a bubble of blue. A loading icon appears beside Riptide’s name, circling for one second, two, before...

R : I love you too

[chasingcrystal]

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Hello from Barrage Mansour Eddahbi, a reservoir in the city of Oarzazate! 🇲🇦

Camping isn’t what I thought it would be in Morocco. Silly me thought I’d be pulling my Irish, French and Spanish antics and sleeping in the corner of gas stations, supermarkets and parking lots. But things are just different here.

It’s a hard life in this country so people make money any way they can and sometimes it’s making up a job like a parking lot attendant and now whoever parks on that street owes them money for parking there. It’s not an official job, it’s just how people make a living. I get it. Now me being on a bike half my life REFUSES to pay for parking. This is just a principle I have unless I’m in a high theft area. I chose this means of transportation for a reason. So these parking lot guards frustrate me.

When I camped here at this reservoir, the “guard” played loud music outside my tent at night waiting for me to come out and then waited again for me in the morning. Little did he know, it caused me great paranoia wondering if this was going to turn into a situation whether I would have to defend myself in the middle of the night and how long he would wait outside my tent for. You have no idea what runs through a solo female travelers’ mind when there’s a male outside my tent at night. I had to really question what was reality: was it the actual situation or my mind racing of the fears of what could happen? It was a mind fcuk and I stayed up for hours with my heart racing.

So this was my experience at this lake. Photos look happy, but they don’t show my anxiety staying up at night listening to every little sound. These types of nights, I just put my earplugs in and hope I wake up in the morning. I just do it with fear.

I don’t want your sympathy, I just want you to understand that I have fear and still do this. I’m not any better or stronger than you.

If I can do it, so can you.

[duskterrace]

🌿 + 🥀

✉️ : LETTER TO SANTA ( decided to do them tgt )

Buzz,

This one might be a bit difficult. I feel like we talk about almost everything, so searching deep down to find something I haven’t yet vocalized is kinda hard.  I’ll give it my best shot, but … sorry if it gets a little rambly at some point. You're a breath of fresh air. You’re a blessing I never knew I was searching for. You've helped me through countless issues– though, let’s be real, you’ve also been the cause of most of those issues. But without that added dose of chaos in my life, I'm not sure I would've made it as far as I have. I won’t go and be dramatic or anything but, the day you were assigned as my roommate is one I look back on fondly, because it's the day that I met that… one really awkward guy who swore my computer was talking to him ( aka you, if you didn’t get it ) . I think for one, I've never gotten a chance to say this to you face to face but …thank you. Genuinely. For consoling me at night when you notice I'm stressed or on rare occasions, if I'm imbalanced and am probably scaring you while switching back and forth because of a sudden panic attack. Thank you for also making me laugh. Albeit, most of that laughter comes at your expense because you're so bad at skateboarding and always choose to do it inside the dorm room, but it really helps me destress most days. I normally keep away from people because I never know who i can befriend since a few people in the past have had nefarious intentions after figuring out what my power entails but you’ve always been overly respectful of boundaries, even of ones I wasn't aware I had. And that makes you so special. You’ve earned my trust and let me tell you…that's…pretty rare. To sum it up…I hate to admit it but  those nights where you’re overwhelmed by technology are quickly becoming my favorite over the past few months. Because, frankly, I enjoy the idea of turning off all of our technology for one night and just doing whatever chaotic list of shenanigans comes to our minds, just because we can. It’s the one day in a week where i can let loose and not feel like i'll be judged switching 10-20 times during out conversations based off of emotions or…thoughts. Also…?  Racing up to the roof to just sit in a childish blanket fort and stare at stars that would otherwise elude us, is a plus. I never knew I was lonely in that dorm room, until you moved in. Now I find myself waiting for you to come back from classes just to have someone to ignore me for the better part of the day. Not sure why… but silence is so much better when you have someone to be silent with. Okay sappy shit aside. You're pretty cool. Thanks for being my roommate, blah blah. I’m writing this letter by hand to give your brain a bit of a tech break, so you're welcome. Read it too much or get too happy about it and i'm burning it. Ps. thanks for trying to figure out how to charge my phone, i hope you figure it out soon bc i broke my charger...again.

Sincerely, Jinsol. 

🥀 : 3AM DRUNK TEXT ( ✉️ )   SMS    →   BUZZ  

delivered / 03:10 am ✓ › i mayu or may not be be drunk but..serious quest chin (?)

delivered / 03:19 am ✓ › queschion › queschien › [voice note] hey siri spell question oh thats not- › [speech to text] hey siri spell question › [speech to text] spell question › [speech to text] quest in › [speech to text] no spell question › ayeeee it didit › wait fcuk wat was my questchin againn?

[winderlylandchime]

Anyway when we got home from the ER he had a package waiting for him and it was basically like a care package from “his girls” aka the drag queens that he’s friends with back home. They sent him some usual normal stuff like his favorite candies and some snacks and just random stuff that he really likes. But the best part of it was that he pulled out four shirts they had made for him. One of them has ‘Team Brian’ written on it but this one is actually printed on and not written with a sharpie so he can now stop rewriting it every time he washes it (yes, thats what he has been doing lately). The second shirt had a picture of Brian inside of a heart (it was a picture of him in the Pride ep where he’s sitting on the steps and he’s wearing sunglasses right before Justin joins Jen in the parade), the third shirt had a picture of Justin on it during s1/2(?) where he had that shirt on it that said too busy too fcuk. And yes his photo was also in a heart. And the fourth shirt was the one that kinda made him tear up, which i thought was adorable. It had a picture of “his girls” in full drag on it and under it they had ‘(his name) girls’ written on it. They also wrote him a note that was really sweet and continues to make me curious as to what type of life he lives back home ngl (maybe i should move in with him for a few months next and see how the other side lives). But my favorite part of the note was when they wrote ‘we can’t have you walking around in bad fake merch. We tried to find some good real one but we couldn’t agree on anything so we just made it ourself.. next time maybe get hooked on something that social media was around to witness.’ And then the PS they wrote for Brian made me laugh because honestly same, it just said ‘PS I’d wanna fuck him too, i get it now’ so he now officially has unofficial merch and he was so happy with it that he immediately ran to the neighbor who has seen qaf to show him his new merch. And in case you wanted to know: while I fully expected him to put the Brian shirt on first, it was actually his girls shirt he put on first. And he made me take a picture of him wearing it so he could send it to them. And he showed me their texts and they were all so sweet but the best part was that all of them wrote a different version of ‘bitch what the fuck happened to your arm’ and one of them wrote a text that somehow managed to describe the last few months of my life and it read ‘i thought you went there to get better? Why do you keep getting more injured?’ BUT he is really happy with his little care package and with his shirts and this is honestly the most ridiculous thing in the world. I never thought THIS is where my straight brother would’ve ended up when he said he wanted to see the show.

ANON! This is the sweetest thing I've heard in a long time.

Your brother really has a whole drag family, doesn't he? They're making him t-shirts and sending him a care package? I love it.

next time maybe get hooked on something that social media was around to witness <- so true. In some ways I'm glad QAF is fairly untouched by social media but on the other hand, there is so little content as a result.

PS I’d wanna fuck him too, i get it now <- ALL of us regardless of gender or sexual orientation

It's so sweet that the first shirt he put on was of his girls and very sweet that they responded:‘i thought you went there to get better? Why do you keep getting more injured?’

You know, I talk a big game about loving drag. I should really get involved with my local drag scene more and have queens that will send me unofficial official merch if I'm ever recovering from surgery. Your brother is a hero (in this sense!).

[rize-said-so]

Dropped Mangas from the Manga Bingo

Paused

Basara

I didn't drop this one. But Sarasa has been making the wrong decisions that were so easily solvable and keeping men around that she should have known better not to trust. Like seriously, why are you still trusting the Blue King after he assaulted you. I'm not okay with that. Will pick this up again once my anger and irritation toward Sarasa subsides.

Happiness

I like this one. However, my state of mind is depression and desperation right now. Reading this while I'm not mentally prepared or healthy is just going to cause more damage to my mental health. And I'm trying to save myself right now. Will pick this up again when my mental health is at a better status

Dropped

Takane to Hana

Dude is in his twenties and girl is a teenager. Nope. Like the girl's dad used her as a replacement for her older sister. Are you okay with that?! Nope for me.

Rosen Blood

Pretty art but the story didn't excite me enough. She seemed so push-over and just went with the flow without resolution to some issues.

Living No Matsunaga-san

I thought this was going to be good. I was excited. I started reading it then he falls for a teenager. Like I understand teenage girls being attracted to older men and not telling their friend that it's wrong. Thank god my friends are not that condoning. They'll slap the shit idea out of me. But what about his friends! The other people in the house?! The women in that house?! Why are you not protecting this girl? Matsunaga seems like a nice guy and I liked himbut then why did you… *sigh* This would have been better if she wasn't in high school. Like make her older or make him younger. What the hell!

Ojou to Banken-kun

Yakuza story. Girl who is the daughter of the boss. And the boss' underling. Yeah. I wanted to read Until shit he was way too old for her. AND THIS ONE GOT AN ANIME ADAPTATION?! Yeah fcuk you. This one was interesting until it went stupid.

Ichirei Shite, Kiss

Am I supposed to like the ML who was forcibly undressing the girl after she wanted to quit her club and he thought it was unfair that she didn't say anything to him? Dude I would have burned that club and put the blame on him.

Daifuku-chan to Ouji-sama

She was annoying. He pissed me off. Nothing more to be said.

Tsubaki-Chou Lonely Planet

Her dad was irresponsible. ML was way older. 2nd ML was around her age but an asshole. And there was no 3rd ML. At Least I stopped reading at the 5th chapter cause I usually judge by the 5th. Like there's so many levels of NOPE and F U Man in those five chapters I read.

I just ain't excusing any shit MLs or sad backstory or age gaps that are obviously unacceptable.